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kunareads · 11 hours ago

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who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes?

actor!satoru x popstar!reader

in which you, pop princess, and satoru gojo, hollywood's favorite menace, start to discover your bed chem.

series masterlist / full masterlist

wc: 2k

part one!!! bring back PDA interrupted by circumstance!!!!!!!!!!!! maybe part 2 by the weekend

content: tension, fluff, mutual pining, some smau, they make out, PDA, reader and satoru match each other's freak publicly

18+ please i block children <3

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the red carpet is chaos as usual. cameras flash in satoru's face, photographers shout for his attention, reporters talk over one another. he eats it up, flashing that easy, blinding grin, soaking up the energy like he was made for it. he's always been good at this, turning attention into a performance, a game he never loses.

but something's different tonight.

his attention catches onto a figure across the carpet, and for the first time all evening, the noise fades to static.

you.

draped in something sheer, delicate but dangerous, dripping in light like you were meant to be stared at. not just ethereal, but untouchable, in the way that makes people want to reach for you anyway. you're working the cameras, holding their attention easily. every turn of your head, every flicker of your gaze is intentional, calculated. you know what you're doing and you do it well.

satoru doesn't realize he's staring until suguru elbows him.

"you've been looking at her for a full minute," suguru says, barely suppressing a grin. "are you making a move or just writing poetry in your head?"

satoru huffs a laugh, rolling his shoulders back as if to shake off whatever spell he's under. "please. you think i need to make a move?"

suguru gives him a look that says yes, actually.

satoru hums, considering. he rarely hesitates, especially when it comes to people. but he finds himself debating his approach.

does he bump into you? send suguru to get you? just stand here, watching, until you come to him?

then you glance his way.

he thinks it's an accident at first, a passing sweep of your gaze, but it lingers a second too long. a flicker of awareness, like you felt him looking. like you know exactly what you're doing when your eyes catch his and hold, when your lips part slightly like you have something to say.

for the first time in a long time, satoru gojo wonders if he's about to be outplayed.

+++

the moment you step onto the carpet, you own it.

you know how to work a camera, how to shift just enough for the light to hit perfectly, how to let the gown drape over your frame like it was made just for you (it was). the flashes go off like they can't get enough of you, and they can't. you smile just enough, turn a little, hold their attention before moving on. you've done this a thousand times, but tonight, something feels different.

it's a prickle at the back of your neck, a sensation you can't quite place until your gaze sweeps across the carpet and locks onto him.

satoru gojo.

white jacket, dark sunglasses, bright grin, standing there like he's been waiting for you to notice him. you meet his gaze head-on, unhurried, letting him know you see him.

you're used to attention. you know how to handle it. and you've admired him in passing, maybe entertained a fleeting what-if. but standing here now, with his eyes on you, the energy shifts. he's not just a name, a face, or a headline. he's here, watching, waiting. and for the first time tonight, you feel entertained.

he stops in front of you, hands in his pockets, like this was inevitable.

"if we keep staring at each other like this," he says, head tilting, voice all amusement, "someone's gonna write an article about it."

you don't miss a beat. "then maybe you should stop looking."

his grin widens, shameless. "you overestimate my self-control."

it's immediate, the way you fall into it. playful, effortless, a push and pull that neither of you really wants to stop. his presence is overwhelming but not unwelcome, and for the first time tonight, you feel entertained.

you hold his gaze for just a second longer than necessary before turning away, moving down the carpet like you have somewhere to be. but even as you walk, you can feel his eyes on you, can hear the barely-there chuckle he lets out, like he's already made a decision.

and you're sure that before the night is over, you'll make one too.

+++

the interviewers don't waste time. the moment they catch you separately, the questions start coming. you're used to answering on autopilot, smiling like you mean it, keeping things just interesting enough to be quotable. but tonight, you already know which soundbite is about to take off.

"you and satoru gojo seemed to hit it off on the carpet," a journalist says, mic tilted towards you, eyes glinting with interest. "anything we should know?"

you let out a soft laugh, measured but warm. "he's charming, i'll give him that."

the interviewer's eyebrows raise like she's just struck gold. you don't offer anything else, just a tiny, knowing smile before moving on.

across the venue, satoru's doing what he does best: playing into it. the moment someone asks about you, he's grinning, easy and unbothered.

"she might be my new favorite distraction," he says, his voice teasing, smooth. the reporter practically beams, watching the headlines write themselves.

and sure enough, the internet gets to work before the event is even over.

@/celebritea: "he's charming, i'll give him that" / "she's my new favorite distraction" PINERS WE ARE SO BACK

@/fathergojo: "my new favorite distraction" is INSANE work for someone you just met

@/ynglow: "charming" and "favorite distraction"… yeah i'm seated

edits appear in record time. slow-motion close-ups of lingering eye contact, captions dissecting every micro-expression, fan cams set to inappropriate music. by the time the event is over, the internet has already decided: this is a developing situation.

and you don't mind one bit.

+++

the afterparty is a different world.

gone are the blinding flashes and choreography of the red carpet. here, the lighting is low, the music is loud, and the air is thick with the kind of energy that turns fleeting moments into industry legends.

it's kento nanami's party—expensive and exclusive. invitations aren't sent, they're granted. and a lot of people are still waiting for theirs.

satoru walks in like he owns the place. and to be fair, he might as well. he's in a sheer black shirt, his sleeves casually rolled up, the collar undone just enough to hint at something. his usual ease is intact, but there's a sharpness to his presence, like he's playing a game no one else knows about.

you're already there when he spots you, haloed by light, draped in something different from before but just as devastating. the dress is shorter now, clings in ways that demand attention, and the way your jewelry catches the light makes it impossible to look away.

satoru doesn't bother pretending he's not watching. the space bends for him as he he makes his way over, weaving through industry elites and familiar faces, his focus locked in place.

you feel him before you see him, the shift in the air unmistakable. when you turn, he's already close.

"you know they think we already fucked, right?" he says, voice smooth and teasing.

your lips curve. "that sounds like a them problem."

his grin widens, flashing white in the dim light. "could be an us problem."

the song changes, but the beat stays the same.

the music pulses through the space, a slow, heady bass line that seems to move through your bones. there are people everywhere, but you can only focus on the weight of his gaze.

his fingers brush yours, questioning, before curling around your hand fully. without a word, he leads you past the crowd through the hum of conversation and clinking glasses, slipping into a quieter corner. low lighting, no people. out of sight, but not out of reach.

his hand settles at your waist, light at first, just the suggestion of touch.

you don't pull away. instead, you lean in, just enough to test the tension, to see how far it'll stretch before it snaps.

it doesn't take long.

one step, then another, until your back finds a wall and his body follows, heat and intent pressed against you. the breath you take is steady, but the way he looks at you isn't—teasing, sharp edges wrapped in amusement. his thigh slots between yours, firm and deliberate, and your fingers fist into the thin fabric of his shirt.

his lips brush your ear when he speaks, teasing and effortless. "you should stop me," he murmurs, but you can already hear the grin in his voice, like he's hoping you won't.

you don't.

and he doesn't.

his mouth finds yours, testing, like he's discovered something new. you match him easily, fingers sliding into his hair, teasing at the roots, nails grazing his scalp just enough to make him hum against your lips. you commit the sound to memory, make a note to pull it from him again.

your hips roll against his leg, slow and deliberate, and he mirrors you, savoring the friction like it's a game you're both intent on playing. the tension builds, heady and unhurried, each movement a tease of more, but only if either of you decides to take it there. but right now? the fun is in the waiting.

the bass thrums through the floor, threading through the moment like a quiet underscore, a pulse that syncs with your own. there are no cameras, no audience. just the two of you, caught in the moment you've made for yourselves.

your fingers skim along the buttons of his shirt, undoing one, then another, knuckles brushing against the heat of his skin. his lips brush against your neck, featherlight, and you let out a sigh.

his hands are confident and unhurried, like he has all the time in the world to figure you out. his mouth traces over your skin, a slow, deliberate path from your neck to your jaw and down, pausing at the hollow of your throat and then back up.

it's slow, but there's a hunger to it, an energy that makes itself known as his hand slides down the curve of your ass, squeezing enough to pull a soft noise from you.

you arch into the touch, a silent encouragement that makes him smile against your skin.

the moment lingers, stretching between breaths, until a voice cuts through, cool and unimpressed.

"try not to cause headlines under my roof," kento says, barely sparing you both a glance.

satoru huffs a laugh, stepping back just enough to be appropriate. but the look you give each other promises this isn't over.

not even close.

+++

you wake up to the relentless buzz of your phone, notifications stacked so high they bleed past the preview limit. the first thing you process is the sheer volume of them: texts, missed calls, headlines. the second thing is the realization that they're all about last night.

you blink against the morning light, head foggy with sleep, before rolling over and unlocking your phone. big mistake.

the group chat is already on fire.

and then you start scrolling through headlines.

are we witnessing the start of hollywood’s next power couple?

satoru gojo and y/n: met gala’s most talked-about pair takes it to the afterparty!

y/n and satoru gojo: just friends or something more?

and the tweets.

@/gojo4president: not to be dramatic but these afterparty photos feel like something i shouldn’t be seeing with my own two eyes

@/ynuniverse: satoru gojo has spent YEARS as hollywood’s most eligible menace and now he’s looking at y/n like she personally invented desire. we are witnessing a collapse

@/trendwatcher: insiders say satoru gojo and y/n were ‘inseparable’ at the met gala afterparty before parting ways for the night. no comments from either camp.

you scroll through the notifications, eyes skimming over the headlines, the tweets, the texts. you exhale, then lock your phone.

people are going to talk. they always do. you may as well go about your day.

you’ve already brushed your teeth and made your coffee when your phone buzzes again, and this time, you’re not surprised.

tags (ongoing): @moonchhu @httpstoyosi @lavnder311 @harryzcherry @perkypeony @katecupcakekate @hellicify @oh-my-god-donald @jupiterbinnie

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traveler-at-heart · 3 days ago

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Doctor's In - Part 12

Summary: Wanda deals with the aftermath of your breakup.

A/N: This chapter is focused on Wanda. Big thanks to @a-cat-on-titan for an idea that made it on a part of the fic :)

Aint no mountain high enough

Ain’t no valley low enough

“Ain’t no river wiiideee enoough” Wanda dances around the kitchen, singing.

It’s never quiet around the house. There’s always music, or drilling or hammering. Because she’s taken into making (badly built) furniture. And pottery. And yoga.

To anyone else, it may seem like Wanda’s living her best life.

But Pietro’s not just anyone.

His sister is running away from her feelings, keeping herself busy just so she doesn’t have time to miss you.

“Oh, morning. Want anything for breakfast?”

“I’ll make something later, thank you” he refuses the offer, feeling better and finding his movements to be more confident after another month in physical therapuy. “How did you sleep?”

“Children, we’re late for school!” Wanda ignores him. That’s the one thing she can’t do. Sleep. She’ll rest for a few hours, but as soon as everyone’s asleep, Wanda gets too anxious. Her only solution is to put on a pair of headphones and paint or do pottery or anything else until it’s 3 am and she’s too tired to think.

Or dream.

“Billy, where is your soccer bag? You boys have practice after school!” Wanda says, trying to look for it. Kids, always misplacing everything.

“I don’t wanna go to soccer anymore! I already told you” he protests. Pietro looks up, prepared for another argument.

It’s been happening since you left.

“Sweetheart, you love soccer!”

“No, I don’t! I only liked it because Y/N helped me practice during the weekends and it was fun. I’m not going anymore”

With that, he leaves the house and heads straight to the car, slamming the door. Wanda knows he’ll be crying on the way to school and will refuse to hug her goodbye, the same way he’s done every day for the past month.

“Tommy, grab your stuff” the woman says, trying to pretend everything’s fine.

Unfortunately for her, the twins don’t let her pretend, showing how hurt they are and how much they miss you.

It’s just a phase.

“I have a meeting with Laura, I’ll come back later” she says goodbye to Pietro, hoping the car ride can be a bit better.

“Ok” is all he says, frowning.

There’s only one way to fix this. He just hopes his sister will find a way to forgive him after finding out what he did.

—

Laura is waiting with coffee and some biscuits. She’s always looking at Wanda anxiously, waiting for the moment that everything will finally collapse and she’ll feel all the things she’s avoiding.

So far, nothing.

“Hey! Oh, the boys are being so difficult lately. How did you manage with Cooper?” Wanda always walks in with a monologue ready, which never gives Laura the chance to ask her how she’s doing.

“I don’t know. I mean I don’t think that was a difficult age for him” she grimaces, thinking whether or not to tell Wanda this has nothing to do with age, and everything to do with her breakup.

“Is this the book? Oh my God, it looks amazing!” she changes the topic, knowing where the conversation is headed. As she opens to read the first pages, her smile fades. “Well, we need to get rid of that”

That as in, the dedication. The words that were written for you. Because you helped with the book, with taking care of the kids, with encouraging Wanda.

This was supposed to be a gift for you. Like the first book Wanda ever wrote, and she dedicated to the twins. And so on with every one of her family members.

You were the last piece of the puzzle. And she had hoped that someday she’d dedicate the next one to a baby girl. A daughter that looked just like you.

“Wanda…” Laura says, noticing the cracks in her friend’s perfect facade.

“Anyway! I have to go do some grocery shopping. I’m making coq au vin tonight”

“Do the kids eat that?”

“Sure!”

Of course they don’t. But chicken is too fast and she needs to be distracted and have a lot of dishes to clean and keep her mind occupied.

“Well, this is a first prototype. Once I speak with the publishing company we’ll get a date for the release” Laura says. “Hey, are you sure you’re ok?”

“Never been better” Wanda lies. “See you later, Laura”

Of course, the trip to the grocery store is not enough to calm her, not when there’s a woman wearing scrubs, looking exhausted and trying to figure out which baking powder is better.

“This one’s good if you want to bake cookies” she says, finding it hard to look away. “Sorry, you didn’t ask”

“No, that’s fine. Appreciate it” the woman nods, grabbing the one Wanda suggested and walking to another woman that is also wearing scrubs. They chat as they walk to the register.

Now Wanda regrets talking to them. What if they used to work with you? What if they tell everyone they saw her and she was being a weirdo talking to them first?

Worried about running into someone else, she hurries up with the shopping, and practically sprints to her car.

It takes her a few minutes to calm down. She forgets about the radio, until it begins playing.

One of your songs.

Wanda doesn’t have time to change the station, getting a call. She doesn’t really notice who it’s from, wishing nothing more than to disappear.

“Miss Maximoff? This is Tommy’s teacher”

Ok, that will distract her for sure.

“Is he ok? Are he and Billy…?”

“We’re gonna need you to come to the principal’s office, please”

—

A fight.

His sweet, wonderful boy getting into a fight. Well, that was a lie. And no one was going to mess with Wanda’s children.

“Sweetheart?” she approaches her boy, sitting outside the Principal’s office. His clothes are dirty, and his hair is full of weeds. “Who did this to you?”

“Miss Maximoff” Principal Coleman says, ushering her inside. “Please, sit down. I know this is pretty much new to you. Your kids have good grades, the teachers love them… but I’m sorry to tell you Tommy got into a fight today”

“Oh, but… he is the sweetest kid. I just can’t imagine him hurting anyone”

“Well, according to Daniel, Tommy was the one who started it” the Principal says, leaning back in her chair.

“Ok, why don’t we ask Tommy about it? Hear his side of the story”

“I already did but if you’d like to, be my guest” the woman says, standing up to open the door for Tommy. “Go on, tell your mom what you told me”

“I started the fight” Tommy mutters, looking at his feet. “I’m sorry”

“Are you ok? And Daniel?”

“Daniel only got a scratch on his arm. Look, this is a first time incident and Daniel’s parents were very understanding, so I’ll let you take the kids home and figure this out. But if it happens again…”

“Yes, of course. Thank you, Principal Coleman. And you said, to take both kids?”

“Yeah, Billy’s pretty upset about it” the Principal says, opening the door for them. “He’s at the library waiting for you”

Wanda walks next to her son, her mind racing. This has never happened, there must a logical explanation. She tries to keep her cool, but when she sees Billy sitting at the library, pulling nervously at his hair, she feels like a girl again, lost and confused.

She doesn’t know what to do or how to make things better.

“Billy, let’s go home” she says, waiting for him to walk out. The boy avoids her eyes, rushing past them and running straight to the exit.

“Mom” Tommy says, but she’s too overwhelmed.

“Later, Tommy”

The ride home is silent. Wanda doesn’t even play music, holding on to the wheel until her knuckles turn white.

You’d know what to do to make it better.

But now you’re gone.

She barely has time to park before Billy runs out of the car, opening the door and going upstairs.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” Wanda says, still in the driver’s seat. Tommy looks away, shrugging his shoulders.

“Daniel was mean”

“That’s not an excuse to hit someone, you know better than that, Tommy” she scolds him. “You’re grounded, go to your room. We’ll talk about this later”

He steps out, his head down. Wanda is waiting for him to walk inside the house when she sees a woman with short, gray hair inspecting her garden.

“Hello. Can I help you?” Wanda says, clearly on edge. She’s not in the mood for any more surprises today.

And as the woman turns around, her jaw drops.

“Mom!”

“Hello, dear”

“Grandma!” Tommy runs back to her. “It’s you!”

“Oh, my! Look at you, it’s been forever since I’ve seen you! You’re so tall” the woman says, hugging her grandson. “Where’s your brother? Did you leave school early?”

“Uh… let’s all get inside. Tommy, tell your brother to come back down, please” Wanda interrupts, knowing she’ll get unwanted advice about parenting as soon as her mother knows what happened at school today. “So, how… I mean when…”

“Mama, I hope your flight was good” Pietro walks up to the door, wrapping his mother in a hug.

“You knew she was coming” Wanda says, feeling her blood boiling.

That little Mama’s boy.

“Don’t make a fuss, Wanda” their mother scolds. “I’m just here to help. And I won’t be staying in your house, your neighbor rents a room down the street. Mrs. Davies, you probably know her”

“Yeah, of course I do” she answers, but her mother is already walking inside, inspecting Pietro.

“Now, how’s recovery? You look so thin, bratan. Oh! You got a dog!” the woman exclaims, Sparky running around her.

This is so not how she expected her day to go at all.

—

Wanda’s not allowed in the kitchen while her mother cooks, and she can’t clean either because that was the first thing Ekaterina Maximoff did as soon as she set foot in the house.

The list of things she can do to get distracted is drastically reduced, so she locks herself in her study, pretending to sketch.

But all she can think about is you.

This is exactly why she doesn’t like to have free time. The memories of how you filled every part of the house with laughter and love are just waiting around the corner to remind Wanda how badly she messed up.

She decides to check on the twins, who should be done with their homework around this time.

But only Billy’s in his bed, playing with a Rubik’s cube you gave him.

“Hey” Wanda says, as she opens the door. “Mind if I sit?”

Billy just shrugs his shoulders, eyes focused on the different colors of the puzzle.

“Wanna tell me what happened in school? Did Tommy really start the fight?”

Billy sighs, and then looks up.

“Daniel said some mean things. Like…”

“Like… sweetheart, you can tell me anything, I promise. I just want to understand what happened” Wanda reassures him, squeezing his hand.

“Daniel said he heard his dad talking about you and Y/N. How it wasn’t right that you were with her and that he was happy she was gone. And then… he said maybe now that Y/N wasn’t around I…” Billy covers his eyes, trying to hide the fact he’s crying.

“Come here” Wanda comforts him, her heart breaking. She’s sorry to say this, but she doesn’t blame Tommy for getting into a fight with Daniel, not after he said all those horrible things.

“He said that now that Y/N’s gone I was going to stop being a weirdo”

“My sweet boy, I am so sorry” Wanda says, kissing the top of his head. “What Daniel said is not ok and his father should teach him better. I promise you I will talk to him about it”

“Don’t be mad at Tommy, he was just upset” Billy asks, wiping the tears. “He misses Y/N and so do I”

“It’s ok” Wanda hugs her baby boy, rubbing his back in a soothing motion. She feels Billy relax against her, hugging her like he used to do before you left.

Correction.

Before Wanda kicked you out.

“Do you miss her?” he asks, his voice small. He knows his mother doesn’t want to talk about you. It upsets her too much.

“Of course I do”

“It’s just… it feels like you don’t care, Mama. Like you don’t even remember her at all” Billy says, crying more.

“I know. I’m not the best at this, darling. I guess I just miss her so much it hurts, and I rather not think about it at all. It’s a silly thing grown ups do”

“Do you know if she’s ok?”

“I think so. I hope so”

“Do you think she misses us too?”

“I’m sure she misses you and Tommy and Sparky”

Truth is, Wanda isn’t sure you have any love left for her. Not enough to miss her, at least.

—

The food tastes like home. Like the summers in the country side, or the cold days of winter where Wanda played with Pietro until Mama called them home for a dinner of warm soup and bread.

“Delicious” Pietro comments after the first bite and Wanda nods.

“I can never get the sauce for the Chkmeruli right” Wanda says, trying to figure out the missing ingredient. “Your is so much better, just like grandma’s”

“I’ll teach you how to get it right” Ekaterina promises. “The secret is in the amount of ingredients. And something that we’re not telling anyone else”

“Alright” Wanda nods.

“Now, boys. Tell me all about school. And your hobbies. Do you play videogames?”

Wanda watches her family interact, laughing at certain things, and looking at her mother with fascination.

There’s a certain guilt that takes over when she understands she wasted three years of her life for something that could have been solved with an honest conversation.

One day, her mother will be gone and she’ll regret not having spent more time with her.

There’s also another regret in the back of her mind.

She wishes you had met her mother.

“Excuse me for a moment” she says, standing up from the table and walking to the bathroom. She covers her mouth to stop from sobbing, but there are tears in her eyes and a weight in her stomach that doesn’t let her sleep or eat or live.

Wanda fucked up so badly and now she’ll never see you again.

“Oh, God” she says, trying to breath, and fix her makeup. She can’t let the boys see her like this.

It’s been an overwhelming day, that’s all.

I’m fine.

“Is everyone done? I’m cleaning the kitchen” she says as soon as she comes back, picking up the plates and rushing past her family.

The cleaning keeps her hands busy and mind at ease, but she's still humming a song, just to focus on something that isn’t those awful thoughts she just had.

“I’m sorry” Pietro says, walking with the help of his cane. “I know it feels like an ambush, and I know you don’t wanna talk about it, but you’re not ok. The kids are always fighting with you, you do everything but talk about what happened and Y/N’s stuff are still in the garage. Maybe… fixing things with Mama can give you some perspective. I don’t know. I’m a burden most of the time, without being able to walk or do more around here. I just wanted to help”

Wanda keeps cleaning, never turning around to ackowledge her brother. He sighs, scratching the back of his head and turning to leave the kitchen.

“You’ll never be a burden, Pietro” is all Wanda says, finally turning to look at him. He smiles.

“Try to get some rest”

“You too”

“Oh, and Daniel definitely deserved to get his ass kicked”

“I agree” Wanda laughs. “Don’t tell the kids, though”

Pietro makes a motion, as if sealing his lips.

Their mom walks to hug him, saying goodbye for the day.

“You can sleep in my room, I can take the couch” Wanda offers.

“None of that. Mrs. Davies is excited over her very first guest and I won’t be the one to disappoint that sweet woman. Get some rest. Tomorrow I’m making borsch”

“You don’t have to cook, I can handle it”

“Of course I have to. Your brother needs to gain some weight!” the woman says, kissing her daughter in both cheeks. She says something in Sokovian about her children eating all that American food, walking out to Mrs. Davies house.

Wanda’s done with cleaning, and she goes upstairs to say goodnight to the kids.

“Hey. You’re not grounded. Ok?” Wanda says when Billy falls asleep, looking at Tommy. “Thank you for looking after your brother”

“I am older by ten minutes” he says, like Pietro always does. Wanda smiles, kissing his forehead.

“Sleep well, sweet boy”

And as she walks to her room, that feels so empty ever since that night one month ago, Wanda’s not sure how long she can handle pretending that one day, your abscence won’t hurt as much.

—

She could fix this.

You always fixed things.

Wanda had gotten the message. You disappeared, no calls or texts, not even to let her know where you were staying.

And when she tried to reach out, you never answered.

But now she was worried and scared, and most of all, sorry for the things she had said to you.

Wanda needed to apologize, to tell you how much she loved you.

But even if that was the only thing on her mind, she was standing outside the hospital, trying to gather the courage to come in.

“Wanda” a voice said behind her. Although it was familiar, Wanda was disappointed when she turned around and saw Carol Danvers.

“Hey… I was just… I was looking for Y/N”

“Oh. Uh… you haven’t heard?” Carol stumbled with her words, caught completely off guard.

“Heard what? Is Y/N ok?” Wanda’s heart began to race… maybe you were injured and it was exactly why you hadn’t replied to any of her messages, or answered the phone when she called.

“Yeah, uh… oh, crap” Carol looked over Wanda’s shoulder. “If I were you I’d run back to my car”

“What?” Wanda turned around, her eyes meeting Darcy’s.

“You!” the brunette barked, walking faster. “You’re about to find out why I got banned from lacrosse in college, Maximoff”

“Let’s calm down” Carol asked, stepping between the two of them.

“No! I will not calm down. I hope you’re proud of yourself, Wanda. You told Y/N everything she’s always been afraid of hearing. That you can’t trust her or the 'we’ll be better without you', fucking fantastic, really!”

“Darcy, come on, we should get back inside” Carol said, pleading with Maria to help her. But Darcy was not done.

“All this bullshit of making her move in with you and be a family for what? To kick her out just because you had a shitty day? Because she was saving a life?”

“I just… I know I screwed up, but if I could just talk to her…”

“Well, for that you’d have to get on a plane to Boston. Because Y/N quit” Darcy said, amused at Wanda’s shocked expression. “Yeah, my best friend left without a second thought because of you. Way to screw over everyone, Wanda”

“I didn’t want this to happen”

“That’s not good enough, unfortunately. You got lucky, because Danver’s here. But I’m being serious, if I see you again I’m gonna make an even bigger scene”

Maria went after Darcy, who was clearly pissed off, leaving Carol and Wanda outside of the hospital.

“Do you know if she’s ok?” Wanda asked, looking down.

“She doesn’t answer anyone’s calls or texts, Wanda. All I know is she quit one week ago and got on a plane to Boston”

“Right… Well, I better go” she said, biting her lip. “Thanks for keeping Darcy from killing me”

“Yeah, we’re understaffed with Y/N gone. So I can’t really let Darcy get arrested” Carol joked, though it was also one way of reminding Wanda her actions had impacted a whole group of people outside of her.

“See you” Wanda nodded, walking fast to her car. Chief Fury almost clashed against her, as Wanda was looking anywhere but the path in front of her.

“I’m sorry”

“Bet you are” the man grumbled, walking to the hospital.

Even another man in a motorcycle couldn’t keep from staring at Wanda, his blue eyes cold as ice.

So, Wanda got on her car, and left without lookig back.

She lost you. Forever.

—-

“Morning” a very upbeat voice speaks as Ekaterina walks down the stairs.

“Morning, Mrs. Davies” she says, smiling.

“Oh, please, call me Sharon. Would you like some coffee?”

“I’ll take some tea”

“Of course. Very healthy!” the woman says, getting everything ready. Ekaterina takes a moment to look around, admiring all the plants in the room and the flower wallpaper.

“Are you a gardener?”

“Only for fun” Sharon says, putting some biscuits in a plate. “Can I just say, I love your accent?”

Ekaterina smiles, but keeps from answering that. Though people were nice about it, she knew others had always been critical of her for not learning “proper” English when her family moved to America.

Which is why she was happy to return to Sokovia when things settled. The US was never her home, even if it was for her children.

“Was the family happy to see you?”

“Oh, yes. Especially my daughter” Ekaterina jokes, though it flies over Sharon’s head. Of course she doesn’t know that they have a complicated relationship. “I do hope she has been a good neighbor to you. I raised her to be kind”

“Oh, she’s great. Always baking stuff for everyone, the kids are very polite and well behaved too. She’s a great girl, just as Y/N. They were good together. I hope Y/N is doing ok” Sharon says, pouring every single detail that Ekaterina wanted to know.

Well, seems like it’s gonna be easier than she thought.

“Yes, this Y/N girl. Can you tell me more about her?” she says in a casual tone, and Sharon is happy to talk about you.

“Well, she moved to the neighborhood like two years ago. She’s a surgeon, always working. Honestly, very quiet but very nice. One time I fell in the sidewalk and she slept in the couch just to make sure someone was around in case I needed something”

Very impressive. It was the kind of thing that would make Ekaterina approve of anyone dating her children.

“And she was with Wanda?”

“Well… I’m not sure I should talk about this” Sharon hesitates for the first time.

“I’m just curious, as a mother…”

Ah, the mother card.

It works so well.

“Of course, you’re right! It’s not like I’ll tell you things you can’t figure out on your own” Sharon laughs, thinking of everything she remembers. “Well, Y/N lived across the street from Wanda, which is probably how they started talking. You know, young people understand each other better than us”

“So they were together?”

“Yes, I think Agatha saw them almost a year ago… on a date or something. And then, it was kinda nice to see Y/N around a bit more. Ya know, it was obvious she was spending more time at home, to help with the boys. They adore her. Always running around with her, playing. It was nice to see them all be a family” Sharon’s enthusiasm dies down.

“And then?”

“Humm” she says, sighing. “I honestly don’t know. The last time I saw Y/N she was walking out of the house and she got into her car. She didn’t have any bags or anything, so I just assumed she was going to the hospital… but then she never came back”

“And you have no idea what happened?” Ekaterina pushes forward, curious to check if the woman’s being honest.

“No, I’m sorry”

“Mudak”

“Oh, can I ask what that word means?” Sharon says, smiling. She loves learning new words.

“It means motherfucker” Ekaterina answers, her accent heavy.

“Wow, ok” Sharon giggles nervously. “You know who could have that information? Agatha. Yeah, her girlfriend works at the hospital. She’s kinda scary”

“Agatha or her girlfriend?”

“Both, definitely both”

“How can I speak to them?” Ekaterina says, trying to piece everything together.

She can manage scary. Especially when she’s looking for answers.

—

Billy’s in a mood again. He didn’t want to go to school, and he’s still refusing to go to soccer practice.

“Daniel’s gonna keep annoying me” he mutters.

“I will speak with his father today” Wanda says, driving them both to school. “I’m sure it’s gonna be fine, sweetheart”

“Y/N would kick his ass” Billy says in a low voice, but Wanda still hears.

“Don’t speak like that. And violence is not the answer”

“Yeah, well, Daniel’s a jerk, his dad too and I want to talk to Y/N. She’s the only one that can make everything right again”

“Enough!” Wanda shouts, pulling up to drop them off. “Y/N’s not coming back. You hear me? She’s gone. We don’t need her, we’ve been fine on our own our whole lives”

“You’re lying. I hate you” he says, running out of the car.

Wanda’s speechless.

This is the first time she’s had a fight with her sweet boys. The first time they’ve been mean or said something to hurt her.

She was expecting this as they got old, maybe 13. But now?

“Bye, Mom” Tommy says, walking after his brother. He’s nervous too. He knows he can’t get into any more trouble or he might get suspended, but Daniel’s not the nicest kid.

“Oh, damn it” she looks behind her to notice Billy left his lunch. “Kids!”

“Hey, Wanda” Richard calls for her. “Heard our guys had a little fight. I was hoping we could talk about it. Maybe over dinner?”

She resists the urge to roll her eyes. Is he really flirting right now?

“Yeah, I should actually…”

“No need to apologize, boys will be boys, right?”

“Apologize?” Wanda tilts her head, the way she always does when she’s pissed. “I wasn’t planning on doing that. And neither is Tommy”

“Well, he started the fight”

“No, Daniel was repeating the stupid things you say. Like how it’s wrong for two women to date. And he also insulted Billy” Wanda says, crossing her arms. “The way I see it, it’s the proverbial talk shit, get hit”

“Wow, ok, no need to get emotional”

“No, I’m not emotional. I’m just saying, if you ever say anything bad about Y/N or my kids and I get wind of it, I’m running you over with my car. See ya, Dick”

Fucking asshole.

Wanda can practically hear you say those words. Though you’d be a lot scarier, telling him all the ways in which he could get hurt using medical terms he wouldn’t even begin to understand.

You’d never let anything bad happen to your family.

Wanda decides to play the loudest music on the way back home. Yes, death metal from her emo phase -something you’d tease her for relentlessly before-.

As she pulls over in the driveway, her mother knocks on the window, making Wanda jump.

“Why are you still listening to that devil music? I thought that phase was over!”

“Mom!”

“Are you ok?”

“Fine”

“Yeah, I can tell”

“Ok, I don’t have time for this, I need to drive Pietro to rehab. Do you need anything from the store?”

“Yes, many things! Like actual paprikash. I can’t believe you buy US made. That’s why you can’t get the food right”

“Seriously?”

“Settle down, you two” Pietro asks, coming out of the house. It was a fun time, being a teenager and hearing his sister and mother argue over every single thing. They’re too much alike, that’s the only problem.

“Anyways, I will go to store, Sharon is letting me drive her car”

“Ok, does she know about the time you almost destroyed a McDonald’s with Papa’s car?”

“He said drive through, so I did!”

“Yeah, through the wall” Pietro laughs, earning a slap on the back of the head from his mother.

“You, go to your thing. And I’m picking up Billy from school today. He doesn’t want to go do soccer, so we’re going to get ice cream” Ekaterina says casually.

“It’s not optional for him! I’m the mom here”

“Just for a day. I hardly think it will affect him if he doesn’t run around like dog after a ball. Take Sparky instead” the woman says.

Wanda wants to scream into a pillow.

—

Ekaterina comes back from the store, but instead of parking outside of Wanda’s, she leaves the car right outside of Agatha’s home.

The investigation continues.

After a knock, a woman with dark, long hair and piercing blue eyes opens the door.

“You the OG Mrs. Maximoff” she greets, standing aside to let her in.

“I don’t know what those words mean. I’m Wanda and Pietro’s mother”

“Ooh, I love the accent. I love learning languages. My girlfriend is teaching me Spanish”

Before Ekaterina can answer, there’s a frantic knock, and Sharon walks inside the minute Agatha opens the door.

“I hope I’m not too late”

“I didn’t know we were having a party” Agatha says. She doesn’t really like visitors, and Mrs. Davies' enthusiasm and corny jokes are an acquired taste.

“Alright. What do you want to know?” Agatha leans back in her chair, intrigued by the woman.

Why not just ask her own daughter? Though, considering how Wanda’s been acting, she’ll probably refuse to answer any questions about it.

“Why did Y/N leave? Where did she go?”

“Ok, so… I need a minute because Rio was telling me everything in Spanish so I could learn. You know, using gossip as motivation” Agatha massages her temples, trying to remember everything. “Ok, there was a new doctor, something, something, cheating, slapping, break up”

“What?” Ekaterina says. “Are you saying that woman slapped my daughter?”

“No! Well, I don’t think so. Ah, screw it! Amor!” Agatha shouts, calling for Rio. “Ponte ropa y baja a contarles el chisme”

“Está bien” a voice says. A few minutes later, another woman joins them in the living room, wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

“You called?”

“Ok, so I kinda lied when I said I understood everything you said in Spanish. I do remember the name Natasha. And something about a kiss” Agatha smiles, and Rio can’t really stay mad when her girlfriend is looking all cute.

“So, a few months ago, Natasha Romanoff came to the hospital to teach a method developed by her mother. The Romanoffs are a very wealthy, very famous family of doctors. And everyone in the hospital kinda noticed that Natasha was flirting with Y/N”

“Did Y/N flirt back? Was she cheating on my daughter?”

“I meaaan, 50/50. The hospital was split. Some people believed that she was just being nice and others thought there were feelings involved”

“What do you think?” Ekaterina presses.

“I think Y/N was just being flirty but she never meant for anything else to happen. She’s just naturally personable. Even she can manage to make me laugh from time to time. So, I don’t know. There was a rumor that Natasha kissed her once or was trying to talk her into breaking up with Wanda… which, I guess has some truth to it, considering Y/N moved to Boston to work for the Romanoffs”

“I’m sorry, then who slapped who?” Mrs. Davies asks, confused.

“Oh, Y/N’s mother outside the hospital, but that's not related to Wanda. Darcy told me that woman is awful. Used to put Y/N through hell when she was a kid”

“Yeah, I know the feeling” Agatha mumbles and Rio places her hand on her shoulder, comforting her.

“I don’t like this Y/N” Ekaterina decides. “She was weak and got my family hurt”

“I don’t think that’s exactly accurate…” Agatha says, feeling the need to defend you. She knows you, and you’d never do anything to hurt Wanda. Not on purpose. “Look, I was looking for my bunny that night. Little shit likes to escape out of the blue. Wanda was the one who ended things. I heard that loud and clear. And yes, it seems messy, but I don’t think it’s fair to blame it all on someone”

“Yeah, Y/N really loved the kids and took care of Wanda” Sharon insists. Ekaterina sighs, crossing her arms.

“I don’t suppose anyone knows how to get in touch with Y/N”

Agatha, Rio and Sharon share a look.

“I could try” Rio offers, thinking Darcy might be in touch with you.

“Thank you. Now I go to pick up Billy from school. I appreciate your help”

“I actually need the car for a bit” Sharon asks, but the woman is already gone. “Oh, well”

—

True to her word, Ekaterina picked up Billy from school, while Tommy was supposed to ride with Sharon and her kid to soccer.

Wanda wasn’t really looking forward to practice today, in case Richard was there.

Thankfully, it seemed like Daniel was here with his mother, but Wanda’s stomach dropped when Susan walked up to her.

“Wanda, can we talk for a sec?”

“Yeah, sure”

They walked away from the rest of the parents.

“Look, I know what Daniel said and I already talked to him about it. He’ll apologize to Tommy and Billy, but I wanted to tell you personally how asahmed I am. Those awful things are all Richard and I really don’t want Daniel to be like his father”

“Oh… wow. I don’t know what to say” Wanda laughs, relieved. “Your ex had a very different approach to this whole situation”

“I know, he’s an asshole”

Both women laugh at that.

“I was going to say, he can speak to Tommy after practice, but I haven’t seen him today. Or Billy”

“Oh, Billy’s with my mother. But Sharon picked up Tommy…” though when Wanda looks around the field, she doesn’t see her son. Spotting Sharon, she runs up to her. “Hey, Tommy rode with you, right?”

“What? Wanda, he said he was feeling ill and that you were going to pick him up”

“No, that never… I-I don’t have any missed calls. No one from school told me anything. Shit!” she curses, her hands shaking. Her mother takes forever to pick up the phone. “Is Tommy with you? No, I know Billy’s there. What about Tommy? Ok, I don’t have time to explain, meet me at home now”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think to call you” Sharon says.

“No, no. It’s fine. I’m sure it’s fine” Wanda repeats, trying to calm herself.

Her first instinct is to call you.

But then she has to think really hard on what to do, so she calls Pietro to make sure Tommy isn’t home by some weird miracle. Should she call the cops? The fire department?

Clint, he will know what to do.

“Ok, I’ll meet you at your house, it’s gonna be fine” Clint says.

“You good to drive?” Susan says, walking Wanda to the car.

“Yes. I’m sure it’s all a misunderstanding and Tommy’s in his room playing videogames”

“Well, ok, if you need anything here’s my number” the woman says.

Wanda goes over everything that could have happened. Tommy likes to visit the library, the park on Fullton street, the comic book store…

Clint’s already there when she gets home, and Ekaterina parks a second later.

“Billy, come here” Wanda kneels to look at her son. “Did Tommy tell you anything? Was he going somewhere?”

Billy shakes his head no, and Wanda insists.

“Sweetheart, are you sure? I promise I won’t be mad”

“I don’t know, I swear”

“Alright, I just spoke to my friend at the station. They’re gonna start looking for him. Pietro should stay here in case Tommy comes back or someone calls home. The rest of us could split and check places we know he frequents” Clint says.

“Billy, stay with uncle Pietro” Wanda asks. The boy nods, walking up the stairs to meet his uncle, who puts his arm around his shoulders.

“I’ll go to the arcade” Clint offers. “Ask if anyone’s seen him”

“We’ll go to the park” Wanda nods, waiting for her mother to join her in the car. She can’t even begin to understand what’s happening.

Wanda doesn’t know what to do, but she has to remain calm, because her son needs her.

—

Tommy’s begining to think this is a bad idea. He doesn’t have a lot of money and he doesn’t have a clue on what bus will take him to Boston.

He should be at soccer practice now.

He finds a cafeteria not far from school, and goes inside hoping he can get some free water.

“You alone, sweetheart?” the waitress says, concerned.

“No, my mom is in the bathroom” he lies and the woman doesn’t seem entirely convinced. Either way, she leaves him alone. Tommy takes the time to dig in his backpack for some extra coins that might be in there.

Instead he finds a letter and a couple of pins.

After reading it, he walks up to the waitress and finally tells the truth.

“I ran away. Can you help me find my mom?”

“Of course, sweetheart”

—-

“Where should we go?” her mother asks, and Wanda points in the direction of the lake.

“He liked to feed the ducks with Y/N”

“Ok, then”

They walk in silence, Wanda’s thoughts racing until her mother speaks.

“I lost you once. You were four or five, maybe, and we were at the market. While your brother picked out the apples, you decided to run after a chicken. And I was so scared, calling for you in the sea of people”

“Yeah. It’s an awful feeling” Wanda says, wiping away the tears.

They walk around the park for ten minutes before deciding he’s not here. Tommy’s nowhere to be found. He’s a ten year old, for God’s sake, where on Earth could he be?

Before she has time to think it twice, Wanda picks up the phone and dials your number.

“Hello?”

That’s not your voice.

It’s Natasha’s.

Wanda hangs up, and adds this to the list of shitty things that have happened to her in the span of two days.

“Mom, I can’t!” she finally breaks down. “I don’t know how to fix this. I miss her so much and I ruined everything and she’s never coming back. And now my boys hate me and I have nothing. All because I was so stuck in the past. And I lost her”

“Breathe. Breathe for me” Ekaterina pulls her daughter into a hug, while Wanda’s body shakes with the strenght of her sobs. “It’s ok. It will be ok”

“It doesn’t feel like it”

“Trust me” she says, waiting until Wanda calms down. After a few minutes, she wipes her tears and looks at her mother. Wanda’s about to say something else when her phone rings again.

“Oh, it’s Clint. Hello? Yes, where? Ok, send me the address and I’ll be right there” she hangs up, sprinting to the car. “He’s at a cafeteria not far from school”

“Thank God”

It’s only a five minute drive but to Wanda it feels like an eternity. As soon as she parks, she spots Tommy sitting at the counter, drinking a milkshake while a waitress talks to him, trying to ease his nerves.

“Is that your mom?” the woman says when Wanda gets inside. Tommy’s eyes widen, and he runs towards her.

“Mama!”

“Oh, Tommy. I was so worried about you”

“I’m sorry”

“It’s ok. I’m just happy you’re safe. Let’s go home”

—

The kids are safely tucked in bed, and Wanda’s having a glass of wine in the kitchen. She’d drink something stronger if she had anything at all.

Her mind goes back to the fact Natasha picked up your phone.

It doesn’t mean you’re with her. And even if you were, Wanda was the one that broke up with you.

Then why did it hurt so much to think you’d already moved on?

With a sigh, she goes up the stairs. Wanda can’t help but go into her children’s room, just to make sure they’re both safe.

When she asked Tommy what happened, he just said he wanted to go and see you. But then he changed his mind when he found something in his backpack. Though he wouldn’t tell Wanda what it was.

As the woman walks up to her children, she notices a letter tucked under Tommy’s pillow.

Could this be the thing he found?

Billy and Tommy,

Hey kiddos. This isn’t something I’m happy about and I never really wanted to write a letter like this one.

You might not see me anymore. I know it sucks, because I promised I’d take you to the state fair and Universal Studios when the school year was over.

The thing is, sometimes grown ups have a lot of complicated things going on. Sometimes things don’t work out no matter how much we try.

Be good to your mom, ok? If you miss me and want me to be less worried about you, just promise me you’ll love her extra for me. You are her biggest treasure and she’s such a great mom. Don’t forget you’re all each other have.

PS - I’m leaving my lucky pins with you. Please take care of them for me.

Love you three,

Y/N

Of course.

Of course it was you.

Even if you were thousand of miles away, you had found a way to help Wanda and keep her family safe.

Now she won’t be able to sleep at all, so she goes downstairs to the garage, full of boxes with your clothes and books.

For the first time since you left, Wanda allows herself to look at everything you left behind, and everything you did. The smallest things, like how you always forget to wear glasses to read, and you end up with a frown. Sunday’s crossword puzzle, always discarded. It’s not that you don’t finish it, the opposite. You know the answers to everything so fast that writing them is a waste of time.

Wanda pulls out your college sweatshirt, hugging it tight against her chest.

She misses you, so much it hurts.

As she puts on the sweatshirt, Wanda folds the sleeves, slightly long for her shorter arms.

When she’s about to close the box, she sees it.

A small box. For a ring.

An engagement ring.

She let’s out a gasp as she opens it.

You were proposing.

And all Wanda did was question your committment and your love for her and the children.

I’m such an idiot.

She doesn’t have much time to wallow, though. Wanda’s phone rings, and her mouth goes dry when she reads the name on the screen.

You.

Looking between her phone and the ring, Wanda doesn’t know what to do.

Should she tell you she found the ring?

Would it make a difference at all?

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n

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why... ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

breaking up with your boyfriend means losing a lover but what happens when your boyfriend was also your best friend, meaning you lost both and now have to face him for a popular youtube show

park sunghoon x reader

genre: angst, heartbreak, exes reunited, exes to ..?

warnings: profanity, sad shit, miscommunication, 18+, not proofread LOL

masterlist - word count: 4671

when your ex-boyfriend reached out to you to be a part of a youtube video your initial reaction was “what is he talking about?” but as you read more about what the video is about and after watching some clips, you ended up agreeing. you weren’t necessarily excited to do it but you didn’t have anything better to do for that weekend anyway.

sunghoon on the other hand, was very excited. he always called you his “soulmate” or “the one that got away” so in a lot of ways, to him this was the perfect opportunity to check if the spark was still there.

the two of you used to be best friends before lovers. you had met during freshman orientation for university and for some reason, sunghoon stuck on to you like his life depended on it; he followed you around like a lost puppy and although he didn’t know you and you didn’t know him, he felt comfortable around you enough to let you guide him around your enormous university as if it also wasn’t your first day too. you both were inseparable ever since. sunghoon hadn’t given you a straight answer aside from. “i don’t know, you looked nice.” whenever you would ask him why he clung onto you that day and quite frankly, you were grateful that he did. you would go on to become best friends for another year and a half before the two of you would realize your feelings for each other.

sunghoon would take you out on a date one winter night where the two of you would go ice skating or more so, sunghoon would ice skate and you would try your best to stay balanced on your two feet.

but he was right by your side throughout the whole night and by the end of it, he was your boyfriend and you were his girlfriend. he was by your side every day until graduation when your relationship met its untimely end. you had always had a love for helping others so studying medicine was something you dove into right from the beginning. your father had fallen ill at some point when you were young and after losing him, you promised yourself you would be a part of the life changing phenomenom surrounding the cure for several diseases.

when you had gotten the call that you had gotten accepted to further your studies after graduation to do research and to acquire your M.D that would later lead to your residency, you jumped at the chance and said yes without thinking twice.

you hadn’t even considered the idea that this opportunity was in a whole different country, meaning you’d have to leave everything and everyone you knew behind. your family and friends, and your boyfriend who was also your best friend, sunghoon. reminiscing on your relationship was something you hadn’t done in a long time considering you were so busy with work and research that you barely even had time for your own life.

but you found yourself thinking about those memories from so long ago as you pulled into the parking lot of the studio the youtube video was recording in. you hadn’t seen sunghoon in for a whole year since your breakup and you could only think about what his reasoning was for this meeting and for it to be something that would be broadcasted and watched by thousands of people on the internet. you had to push past your nerves and tell yourself that everything would be fine, that you’re just meeting with your old best friend who just happens to also be your ex.

you had the opportunity to come home because after a long and busy year, your team had made enough progress that allowed you some downtime; so you decided to fly back home to see your family and sunghoon just happened to know you’d be in town so you could do the recording and more importantly, see him. a nice lady greeted you as you entered the building and gave you the rundown of how filming would go, she explained that you’d ask your ex questions and vice versa and to try to keep it as cordial as possible if there was a possibility it would escalate.

she guided you to your own dressing room where she’d call you once the current ex-couple was done filming. you thanked for her kindness and she tells you to help yourself to the several snacks and refreshments set on the coffee table in the middle of the room. you didn’t know what to expect and the longer you waited for filming to start, the more your mind ran wild with questions.

does sunghoon hate you?

did he invite you here to humiliate you on camera?

do you still love sunghoon?

does he still love you?

so many things were running through your mind but you weren’t going to let it cause you to spiral. as you waited for your turn to film, you decided that doing some breathing exercises would help soothe your worries; so you slide off your shoes and sit with your legs crossed in the middle of the room before closing your eyes and focusing on steadying your breathing.

your breathing was no longer sporradic and a sense of calm wafted throughout the room as you took the time to zone out all of the noise even if it was just the sound of the air conditioning and the occasionally muffled voices of those outside the room. “yn, we’re ready for you.” the lady who you met earlier says as she pokes her head into your room. you slowly open your eyes and think about her words. “we’re ready for you.”

ready. you smiled at her and gave her a small nod before standing up and putting your shoes back on. they were ready but you weren’t entirely sure that you were; and there was much time to turn back now as you exit the dressing room and are instructed to wait behind a curtain as someone who worked for the production team introduced the concept of the video for your episode.

here goes nothing…

the room pauses for a moment and one of the production assistants gestures for you to walk onto the set, pointing at the small marking on the ground for where you need to stand and introduce yourself before taking a seat on the chair on your left.

you thanked him before walking over to where you needed to stand and smiling at the camera, trying your best to not sound or look nervous as your eyes scanned all of the cameras and crew in front of you.

“hi, i’m yn and today i’ll be doing an interview with my ex.” you said softly before taking your seat.

soon after, you see a figure emerge from the other side of the room and at first his face is covered in the harsh shadows caused by the studio lights but as he gets closer you see the familiar face of your best friend and ex-boyfriend, sunghoon.

he’s just as handsome as ever wearing a simple striped shirt in thick black rimmed glasses. you could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat when the light hit his face because seeing him after a whole year, he’s only gotten more handsome. his arms were more toned, face sharper but still had that soft and warm smile you loved so much, and he had this confident air around him. not the type that came off as arrogant or egotistical, but more so like he was comfortable and happy. he was radiating a type of energy that you hadn’t seen before and you weren’t sure if it was because he was doing so much more after your breakup or if the idea of seeing you and being around you again made him this way.

“hello, i’m sunghoon and today i’ll be doing an interview with my ex.” he says with that smile, god that damn smile. his smile put you in such a trance that you got lost in the way his dimple would appear, how bright his smile seemed, and how crinkled his eyes would get. his smile that you’ve missed so much. sunghoon takes a seat across from you but not before initiating a hug, to which you were pleasantly surprised by. you quickly stood up to hug him and once again the warm feeling you got whenever he was around returned. he softly rubbed your back just like he did when you were together and it brings you back to when the two of you were bright eyed 18 year olds navigating university for the first time.

“you look good” he says and it causes heat to rush to your cheeks as you take in his compliment. you return one of the same and he smiles with a nod as the two of you take your respective seats. the tension isn’t awkward in the slightest, or at least you don’t think it is, as you wait for the next instructions from the producer.

“alright, go ahead and briefly catch up and we’ll throw in the first question after a moment.” he explains and you both nod at him.

“how are you?” you asked and he gives you a short answer of how he’s been doing okay, could be better, excited to do the video; nothing substantial but also not nothing?

you go on to say that you’ve been pretty busy with life and were surprised that he reached out to do the video, telling him you were reluctant first but eventually agreed because you just happened to fly back home for a little while and had the time to do so.

“okay, first question: how long did you guys date?” the producer asks and you look over at one another before answering simultaneously; “four years” and your voices blending in unison causes the two of you to laugh. it was just like old times when your friends would say that the two of you were hanging around each other too often that you guys have begun to either finish each other’s sentences or say the same things at the same time.

what was your first date?

sunghoon was going to answer but he notices that you’re about to speak so he gestures for you to keep going, “we went to an ice rink during christmas break and i was shit at ice skating but he was the best teacher ever and was there by me the whole time making sure i was okay and when i shed a few tears because i was so bad he was so quick to console me and help me off the ice so we could get something warm to drink and grab dinner.” you answered.

sunghoon smiled at you endearingly the whole time, you hadn’t noticed at first because you were talking to the camera to the side and once you had glanced over at him, he suddenly sits up straight and quickly wipes the grin off of his face. you blush at his actions, finding it cute that he still had the habit of trying to hide whenever he was admiring you even when the two of you were dating. like he was too shy to get caught staring and admiring your beauty.

“yup, she was bad at ice skating and still is i presume because i’d ask her to go ice skating every year on our anniversary and she’d just look at me with puppy eyes like she was begging not to go even if i was just teasing her.” he chuckled and dropped your head in hands in embarrassment because it was true.

“hey.. it’s scary! i don’t know how anyone can do it, being unbalanced is so scary it feels like i'm constantly fighting the fall that is eventually going to happen.” you retort with a pout and there it is again, the smile that creeps onto sunghoon’s lips whenever he’s watching you as if you were the only person in the room… and right now; you were.

who said i love you first?

when the question leaves the producers lips, you and sunghoon mimic each other without any verbal response but a gesture. both of your fingers point towards him and the identical motion causes the two of you to laugh once again. it was like you were both falling into your usual behavior, like no time has passed and you were still the two young freshmen who found comfort and love within the other.

“i said it before i could even ask her on our first day. i think i realized that i loved her when she’d wake up extra early to wake me up for classes even if she barely slept. i’m a really heavy sleeper so i usually sleep through my alarms, especially for morning classes, but she’d always come knocking on my apartment door to wake me up before my alarm could because she knew i’d just sleep through it.

i mean- i loved her before that but i think it was at that moment i realized that she was someone i loved in a way i’ve never loved someone else before.”

sunghoon’s story almost brings tears to your eyes because you hadn’t known it was that moment that he started to develop feelings for you. you started doing that halfway through freshman year but he didn’t ask you out until the winter of your second year in university.

“yeah, he said i love you to me that morning because i even brought him breakfast and coffee and at first i thought it was just him showing his gratitude but now i guess it was his first time saying i love you- which i didn’t know by the way because you didn’t ask me out until like a whole year later.” you teased and now it was sunghoon’s turn to hide his face in his hands shyly.

“in my defense, i was afraid it would ruin our friendship but i’m glad you still said yes to me when i asked you out, it was the scariest day of my life.” he said and you furrowed your eyebrow at his confession.

“really? scarier than when we were waiting for our biology lab reports back from professor kim?” you asked and he nods, “way scarier than that, i couldn’t imagine ever losing you so i was so scared that if i asked you, you’d reject me and that was that…” he says, trailing off at the end as he realizes how sad it sounded. your eyes softened at his words and you always knew sunghoon to be softer and gentle, but knowing that he had this inner conflict with asking you out or not because he was afraid of losing you really hurt; because in the end you lost each other.

you cleared your throat at the awkward silence and sunghoon looks away like he’s confessed something he shouldn’t have told you. it’s not that you didn’t know he felt this way because you’ve always kind of knew that losing one another was a fear the two of you had but you never knew how much it affected him.

what do you think was the cause of your breakup?

“i can answer that..” you begin to say as you look directly at the camera, trying your best to ignore sunghoon’s piercing gaze on your face.

sunghoon would call you the one to get away because he always felt like he let you get away. when you first broke up he would constantly hit you up, trying to fix your relationship but you were pretty set in stone on your decision. looking back at it now, breakups aren’t generally mutual but you didn’t really give sunghoon the time to process. ultimately just telling him that your relationship couldn’t go on any further.

“i got accepted to do research and continue my studies for my M.D. and work towards my residency and unfortunately it was in a whole other country. i accepted it without even thinking about how it would affect my relationships and i know it may have seemed selfish but it was opportunity i couldn’t pass up because i didn’t think it would come around a second time.” you looked at sunghoon as you spoke and his eyes were glued to the ground.

“this was during graduation, i literally got the call a day after graduation and it took me several days to tell sunghoon but the longer i waited it just ate me from the inside out.

i didn’t know how to tell him and it just came out one day and yeah…

we went through several scenarios of how we could make it work but to me everything felt so uncertain except for the decision that we landed on. i know it wasn’t ideal but i would be gone for a long time and i wasn’t sure how long distance would work so i suggested for us to break up.” you said with a sniffle, noticing that you haven’t had the chance to fully unpack that moment with sunghoon until now.

“i just wish we tried harder… i didn’t want to let you go; i still don’t.” sunghoon adds and you look up at him with tears brimming in your eyes. “i’ve always called you the one that got away because i did let you away. i should’ve fought harder so that you’d consider trying other options aside from ending what we had but i respected your decision even if i didn’t want that for us.” the room is silent after sunghoon’s statement and you try to look around, eyes landing on anything in the room just so you didn’t have to look at sunghoon who you knew was staring directly at you.

what is something you wished you could say to your ex that you didn’t have the chance to?

you finally look at sunghoon and he mimics your expression. one of hope that shadows the anguish and despair that he hides deep below inside of himself.

“do you want to go first?” you ask and he nods, sitting up and sniffling a bit before speaking.

“um, there’s a lot i wish i could tell you to be honest. i wanna tell you about all of the stuff i’ve done in the last year, all of my accomplishments, milestones, and successes that i wish you were there for but i think i finally want to tell you the one thing you’ve always asked me.

when we first met, it was during freshman orientation and although we didn’t know each other, i clung onto you and stuck by your side the whole day and you let me. which was very kind because normally someone would get weirded out by that but you didn’t.

you often ask me why i did that and i’d always tell you it was because you seemed nice and friendly, which is true, but the real answer was because you were the only person in that gigantic building hall that helped me. it was so crowded in that hall and some guys had shoved me causing me to drop the several pamphlets and packets the people were handing out and the several people who either looked at me and continued walking by or simply walked over me as i picked up my things, you were the only one to help me.

so, yeah; i guess it was because you were kind to me but it was for the most part because you made me feel cared for; even with that small gesture. it was the precedent of how i’d see you for the rest of my life. the kind, caring, and generous girl i fell in love with.

i mean, you’ve told people that we broke up because you wanted to pursue your studies abroad but i love to tell people that we broke up because you chose to focus on the kindness in your heart to help those who are sick.

she’s studying to become a doctor and dedicating countless hours to research so they can come up with a cure for various illnesses that have taken the lives of many. that’s why i never got angry or upset when she wanted to breakup; because i know it was bigger than that. she didn’t want to breakup because she hated me or was tired of me… we broke up because she had to choose the kindness in her heart to help thousands of people instead of harvesting the love we had for one another.

which i can never be mad at.”

the tears in your eyes have started to fall across your cheek and when sunghoon finally catches your gaze, he’s instantly standing up to reach over and wipe your tears away. gently cupping your face and wiping the tears with his thumb much like he did when you two broke up and as he sent you off at the airport.

it was a bit ironic that sunghoon was comforting you in this time because in a lot of ways, he should be the one hurting. he was the one who had to receive the shit end of the stick in your relationship but every time, he chose compassion and his love for you instead of the anger or negative emotion that someone else would’ve felt towards you.

you melt into his hand and you’re wrapping your arms around him before you could even think and thankfully; the familiar feeling of sunghoon’s strong arms wrap around you. the most comforting and warm place you’ve ever been, one that you’ve missed for a whole year.

the two of you stay in that position for a while and once you’ve stopped crying, he lets you go so you could go back to your seats and continue the interview.

this episode of the youtube series would definitely be a tearjerker just from that single moment.

“i think something i’ve always wanted to tell hoon is that i’m sorry.” you begin and sunghoon is shaking his head to tell you that you have nothing to be sorry for, but you did.

“no, i am very sorry. you said it best i chose to pursue my studies so i can help people but you’re the most important person in my life and i know it hurt you to see me not fight harder for our relationship when you tried so hard to come up with solutions and i just seemed to deny them all.

i’m sorry that i made it seem like i chose my career and my studies over you and it hurts even more to know that you’ve supported me throughout all of it and it turned out to be the cause of our breakup. i’m the cause of our breakup- you’re not..- but i am..” sunghoon interrupts to reassure you but you persist, wanting to get your point across.

“i’m okay with holding that burden because i made that decision to accept the research abroad and i made the decision to breakup with you even if you didn’t want to and i made the decision to stop talking to you once i was gone because it would only make things harder.

so… i’m sorry that i made you feel like you were just a second option that didn’t surmount the other and i’m sorry for giving you the love you poured into me.”

tears are pouring down your face again and although your vision is slightly blurred from the tears, you could tell that sunghoon was also crying. the producers let the two of you console each other for a few moments before having to continue the interview. they hand you both several napkins to wipe away your tears and the staff watch as you two wipe the tears away off of each other’s face; much like a couple would do. as if the two of you hadn’t even broken up in the first place with how connected and bonded the two of you were.

do you regret breaking up?

and as soon as the question leaves the producer’s lips, you’re both nodding instantly. which was a pleasant surprise to you both as sunghoon had expected you to say no because you were so determined to break up and how you wanted to focus on your studies. to you it was a surprise because you never expected sunghoon to want to get back together with how dismissive you were of his feelings when it came to what you were prioritizing in your life.

if you could, would you get back together?

the producers point first at sunghoon to which he nods with a small yes and when the producer points to you, you do the same.

“thank you both for being here today-” the producer is interrupted with a pause as he bids farewell and thanks the both of you for attending and participating in the video.

“can you believe that was two years ago…” you ask as you look up at sunghoon who’s eyes are still glued onto the computer screen. you had paused the video the two of you did two years ago for a youtube show that interviewed exes and you were so grateful that you said yes to sunghoon when he asked you to be on the show because it brought the two of you back together.

“i know.. time flies when you’re with the one you love, huh?” he says teasingly and you rolls your eyes at him, slapping his chest playfully.

“thank you for taking me back..” he says and you furrow your brows at him.

“i should be the one saying that, i can’t believe i almost said no to the show… can you imagine? then we wouldn’t have gotten back together.” you said and sunghoon brushes it off. “please, i’d find a way to get back to you in any lifetime. you’re the one that got away but that doesn’t mean that i can’t ever get you back… and i did.” he says, pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

sunghoon presses play to continue the video of the two of you. the interview that changed the both of your lives and brought the love of his life back to him.

after the interview was over, it was fairly late so he asked if you wanted to grab dinner and the rest was history. in the short 4 hours that you two were together for the video and the dinner; your love for each other was reignited. like it was simply dormant inside of you and you realized that sunghoon was your soulmate. he waited patiently, supported you from afar, and admired you throughout all of it and still loved you.

your love was merely dormant but sunghoon’s was always alive. like his love for you was a lit candle and he used the fire he had to relight the wick of your candle, burning your love brightly; sharing the same flame that would burn forever for each other.

you had gotten back together after the interview and have now been dating for another two years on top of the previous four from university. the one year break that was referred to as a “temporary pause” as sunghoon likes to call it was simply just so you two could find each other again.

because if you love someone you have to let them go but if they come back; then it’s fate.

and that’s what the two of you were. it was fate that you two met during freshman orientation, it was fate that you two got together despite the fears of losing each other in the process, and it was fate that you still returned to sunghoon even after a whole year of being away.

but this time, neither of you would be losing the other.

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qqueenofhades · 2 days ago

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im sure you've gotten a lot of messages like this, but i was in such a bad anxiety and ocd spiral over the weekend (especially over musk's bullshit), but your posts and rationality helped me not only continue contacting my reps but also to be able to breathe for the first time in what's felt like a week. so i guess i just wanna say thank you for spreading courage in a sea of doomscrolling ❤️

Hey, you're welcome! Be kind to yourself right now if you can. Things suck an absolutely monumental amount and in absolutely every direction, but we still have to take a deep breath, go "okay you rancid shitgobblers, time to get fucked" (or, uh, similar motivational slogans) and do what we can. It has worked and it can work. We cannot stop all of it, but we can stop some of it and buy time (those midterm elections in 2026 will come up fast, we also need to be ready for those) and prevent the absolute worst-case scenario from happening. Arguably we have already had proof that if we keep it up, we can do just that, and that, as Gandalf would say, is an encouraging thought. There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil.

It may be because I am a historian and thus inclined to take the long view on principle, but we will still have to live our daily lives and ground and center ourselves and find joy even in the middle of All This. As I have said in previous posts, the fascists' whole shtick right now is to paralyze you with fear and anger and helplessness, so the very fact that you were able to pull yourself out of the doomspiral and get back to doing the work means that they failed! Hey, they failed! With you and with everyone who has been able to swear a lot, spit out some teeth, and get back up and go on. That is not a small or easy thing to do, but it is also necessary. I am proud of you for doing it.

Anyway, thanks for this kind message, and I am very glad to have been able to help you and others on ye olde blue hellsite. That means something, I think. So yes.

#rabidkermit #ask

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gub-bins · 2 days ago

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YOU DO NOT HAVE TO PAY ANY MONEY TO SEE SPACE BABY.

YOU HAVE TO PAY MONEY IF YOU WANT TO SEE IT EARLY, ALL AT ONCE, WITH THE CREATOR TALKBACK. THIS IS A STARKID BUSINESS MODEL THAT HAS EXISTED SINCE 2014, IT IS NOT "BEHIND A SECOND PAYWALL", IT IS A WAY TO GIVE A LITTLE EXTRA MONEY TO THE ARTISTS WHO WORKED ON THE SHOW KNOWING FULL WELL THAT IT IS AN EXPERIMENTAL PILOT AND COULD FLOP.

anyways. hi this is my rant blog so here's the rant

tldr: starkid needs a social media manager, they don't make the youtube residuals or ticket sales profit you think they do, chicago and la are great places to do theatre due to the audiences they draw but they are SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE, capitalism is rotting this country from the inside out and starkid knows this better than anyone

first and foremost:

curt mega is not a legal representative of starkid and he is entirely within his rights to defend misconceptions about the art he makes. he is so respectful to the fandom on here, even apologizing to the confessions blog after accidentally following them because he wants fans to have a safe space where they don't feel like they're being monitored by someone from the company. there is nothing wrong with him trying to assuage people's fears about the show. debunk whatever you want my dude (including if i say anything wrong in this post!)

i am not, under any circumstances, a blind defender of starkid. they've made choices that i do not enjoy in the 15 years that i've been watching them. like i say in this post, i think fans need more notice than a week if there is going to be a livestream we have* to pay money for. i would like a musical that is composed by someone other than jeff or clark. i wish the black friday deluxe download had the digital ticket in it. i wish jangle ball could've come to the actual southeast rather than claiming to be coming to the east coast then hanging out in new york (but as you'll see, that would've cost MONEYYYY). you will notice that these are nitpicky personal grievances. that's the point. im not gonna shell out completely for a group of white guys in LA, no matter how autistic i am about the musicals they make.

as someone who also donated to starkid returns and has also been disappointed to see how long it's taken for this stuff to get off the ground (I absolutely loved cinderella's castle but i would not have minded waiting for it if it meant we got space baby sooner or sissy/ttip. i want to see/read Sissy SO FUCKING BAD)

but think about it. starkid returns made $386,000. a weeklong rental of the El Portal Theatre costs $12,000. so for two weeks of tech thats $24,000. the two weekends of performances were $6,000-7,500 each. it's $7500 per shoot day for a film production. already, that's almost $50,000. Now think about renting film equipment, making costumes, sets, props, paying the cast, crew, theatre technicians, house management, REHEARSAL SPACE RENTAL, we don't know if any of the actors had to be housed in LA while they were working on the show, not to mention getting merch made (FUCKING EXPENSIVE). And that's just on Nerdy Prudes. They also had an entire fucking national tour to fund. i ain't doin the math on every theatre they rented for that tho.

while the 10iversary kickstarter made about $547,000, considerably more than SK Returns, that money went into funding the travel and stay of the fuck ton of people who came to LA for the show, renting the Ace Hotel Theatre, funding Black Friday, and of course the unfathomably expensive Wiggly plushes, which were very kindly restocked what, three or four times? because the FANS kept begging for them. and then after all of that was said and done, the company took a huge hit with the pandemic. Some of the SK returns money probably went into making Workin' Boys too! That's what happens when a global pandemic shuts down all your plans for two years!

i was also surprised to hear that space baby wasn't going straight to youtube. I had it in my mind that it was going to be something similar to Movies, Musicals, and Me. I see now that I was incorrect. It's experimental. It involves SO MANY ACTORS. and not to mention starkid has been doing the digital ticket prior to youtube release thing for YEARS. my main thing is that i would be totally totally fine with having to buy another ticket for space baby (which is only $10 by the way, less than all of their other digital tickets. not to mention it includes the talkback afterwards) if they had only clarified it just a little bit earlier. Nightmare Time 2 was announced on October 8th, 2021 and the first ticketed livestream wasn't until the 23rd. that's two weeks, a whole week longer than we got for space baby. however, im willing to understand that there probably wasn't as much time to announce things/people have been a little bit scrambled lately due to, i dunno, having to evacuate due to the raging wildfire.

unfortunately, people aren't always going to understand that making art is fucking expensive in this day and age. i hate that starkid has to keep reiterating that but it might be smoother if they had a media trained person running the socials who had a prewritten explanation of "making stuff costs money" for the people who don't get it. and then when starkid DOES do stuff for cheap they get taken advantage of. i'm still not over those fuckwads who bought meredith's beautiful handmade coasters at VHSCC and upsold them for three times as much money. the people who bootlegged the black friday digital ticket and posted it online just cause they didn't want to wait the measly 3 months it took for the show to get posted online.

being angry when the person who made the show is looking at the tumblr tag for the show because he wants to see what people are saying about the show he made comes thru to clarify some misconceptions when the tumblr tag is full of people not understanding the starkid business model that's been around since 2014 is not the move. not the move!!!

#gubbins #starkid #space baby

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lucysarah-c · 2 days ago

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Hii lovely. I love your posts! I have a bit of a NSFW question, what do you think Levis dick size is 😭 I've been thinking about it, cause he's kinda short so🥱 I hope you answer so BAAAD if you do, pls tag💗💗 keep up the good work!

Hi, sweetie! How are you? Oh, thank you so much for saying that-it truly means a lot to me.

Okay, controversial take, but I don't think Levi's height has anything to do with his dick. I know some people like to make that correlation-like, "Oh, he's short, so he must have a small dick" or whatever. But no, sorry to disappoint, that's not it.

How do I put this... Have you ever seen that video of Lionel Messi walking around? Because that man is short, but his dick is definitely not small, if you know what I mean.

I don't think Levi is huge huge, but he's definitely above average. I'd say somewhere between 17 to 20 cm -big, but not too big. At least from my personal experience, that's what I'd imagine. I also think it's thicker than long, very pale, with soft pink undertones, and kind of veiny, which makes it look even bigger. Basically, above slightly above average but good.

And if you've seen that Messi thing I'm talking about -it was all over my Twitter when I still had an account-you know what I mean. Height can sometimes be related, but not always. Coming from the girly community of a country with shorter men, I can tell you it's not a strict rule.

Anyway, I won't go on because I feel like I'm over-sharing at this point. Have a lovely day or night! Kisses!

Oh, and I'll be answering this one soon. Thank you for all your kind words-I hope you have a lovely weekend!

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Oooo i have a cowboy sevika ask if you want it 🤲 okay so what if sevika is telling vi or jinx or both a story from one of her outlaw days and reader catches her and is like bro you can not be telling our rambunctious kids about those days bc they are crazy and will just turn around and do that shit…and sev is like but they think im cool now.

yk what i’m sayin? i hope that made sense anyways do whatever ya want I love cowboy sevika so so so much!!

this is so cute GOD

men and minors dni

this weekend, your kid-load has doubled.

caitlyn rode up to visit vi, and benzo asked you to watch after ekko while he takes care of some business a few towns over. it's been great fun. caitlyn and ekko, unlike your own children, have house-manners. ekko's been a huge help keeping the tavern tidy, and cait's been great help in the garden.

what's even better is watching your girls interact with their respective crushes. vi and cait have finally made it out of the awkward giggly phase, and now they're bickering like an old couple at only sixteen. jinx and ekko are still young enough to not quite understand why they like hanging out so much, but you think jinx is starting to get a hint. she's been blushing almost all weekend.

besides your future children-in-laws, you've only got one guest staying in the inn this weekend. you've just finished changing out the sheets and refreshing the water pitchers in their room when you march downstairs to the tavern; only to find your regular ran sneaking behind the bar to make themselves a drink.

"hey!" you shout. ran scurries away guiltily, and you chuckle. "just 'cause you're here most nights doesn't mean you're allowed behind the bar."

"you were taking too long!" they pout. you giggle.

"you couldn't just ask sev?"

ran chuckles and trades you a few coins for the glass you pour for them. "she's busy recounting the 'old days' to your kids." they say, gesturing to where your wife's tucked in a booth with all four of the kids. you groan.

"fuck. that's never good."

"wait! leave the bottle, and gimmie another glass! mel's meetin' me here and she'll need a drink."

you raise an eyebrow at ran, giggling as they blush. looks like your kids aren't the only ones hanging out with their crushes this weekend. "here." you slide a glass and bottle across the bar. you go to run over to your family's booth, before freezing and turning back around to ran. "which story is she telling?"

"something about a bank robbery?"

"oh, fuck!" you whine, sprinting over to the booth, flipping ran off as they cackle.

"...so i hop on shimmers back-- but i'd loaded her up with so many gold bars she almost collapsed when i got on top. she was in no shape to run, and somebody from inside the bank started shootin' at us, so i hop back off, tell shimmer to scram, and then i start running for my fuckin' life--"

"sevika!" you cut in.

five pairs of wide, excited eyes shoot up to look at you. you groan.

jinx is vibrating in excitement at sevika's words, vi's deep in contemplation, like she's trying to plan her own bank robbery, and ekko and cait are staring at sevika with stars in their eyes like they've just met santa claus.

"hey, darlin'." sevika grins up at you, her eyes glittering with fond memories.

you shake your head at her. "you remember that talk we had about family-friendly stories?" you ask.

jinx groans from her seat. "oh c'mon! sevika doesn't have family friendly stories!"

"and she's got so many good adult ones!" vi adds on.

you groan. "you realize you're actively incriminating yourself each time you recount these stories to someone?"

sevika cackles. "oh, c'mon, doll! ekko and cait won't rat on me, right kids?" she asks.

ekko crosses his heart, and caitlyn gasps. "no, never!"

"sevika's the coolest woman in the entire desert!" ekko shouts. you roll your eyes.

"okay, ekko, i take offense to that." you say. ekko laughs.

"me too." jinx huffs.

cait giggles. "you're not a woman yet, jinx."

"yeah, but only because i haven't pulled off a successful bank robbery yet. once i accomplish that i'll be a real grown up."

"no, see, this is what we're trying to avoid!" you whine, smacking sevika's shoulder. she giggles, pulling you down into her lap and peppering kisses on your neck as you rant. "jinx, womanhood has nothing to do with crime."

"not if you're boring." jinx mutters.

"wh-- y-you-- fuck off! tell 'em how the story ends, sev." you demand, smacking your wife's shoulder. she perks up.

"really?!" she asks. you nod, and all your kids grin in excitement. "okay, okay. so. i'm fuckin' bookin' it down mainstreet, there's at least six people shootin' at me, and i'm praying to everything holy that shimmer knows to meet me back at camp." sevika pauses to take a sip of her beer, and cait squeals.

"so, what happened?!"

you can't help but smile a bit.

sevika chuckles and takes a breath. "i got my ass outta dodge and spent the entire night hiking back to my campsite. by the time i got there, i was cold, hungry, and ready to sleep for two weeks."

"was shimmer there?" vi gasps.

sevika chuckles. "'course she was. shimmer's smarter than all of us combined."

"and the gold?" ekko asks. sevika grins.

"made almost a quarter of a million once i melted it down and distributed it."

"that's amazing!" vi shouts.

you elbow sevika. "tell them the real end."

sevika huffs. your kids blink in confusion.

"that wasn't the end?"

"no, that wasn't the end." you say. "what sevika conveniently forgot to mention was the fact that she had not one, not two, but three gunshot wounds. the only reason she lived to trade that gold in was 'cause she ditched it at camp and rode shimmer back here to me. she nearly fuckin' bled out. spent three days asleep upstairs."

you feel a little bad for the way all the fun is sucked out of the conversation. but, you don't regret it. it was the worst week of your life, nursing her back to health like that only for her to ride back out the moment she was healed.

"'s why my arm's so fucked. there's casings embedded all over my left shoulder." sevika says. "woulda died if my baby didn't know how to cauterize a wound."

"and do chest compressions."

sevika gulps behind you. "y-you did?" she asks. you nod.

"what, you didn't know?" you ask.

she shrugs, tears welling up in her eyes. "'s all a blur. i stopped breathing?"

"for the worst five minutes of my fucking life." you say with a nod.

sevika blinks up at you, her love and affection for you evident in her gaze. "you saved my life?" she asks. you're interrupted before you can speak.

"that. is so. fucking. cool!" ekko shouts. you burst into surprised laughter, blinking away from your wife to look at your kids.

their looks of awestruck wonder all shifted from sevika to you. you chuckle.

"what the hell is 'cauterize?' and how do you do it?!" jinx asks, an excited gleam in her eye.

"how much blood did you have to clean?" vi asks with a fascinated look.

"ooooh, yeah, how much blood was there?" cait asks.

sevika nudges her beer against your hand and you snort, kissing her cheek before taking a big gulp.

you let out a little burp, then speak. "alright, one question at a time. and you gotta remember: this was all the consequence of sevika's dumbass bank robbery."

"it was a flawless plan!" sevika whines.

"flawless if you're trying to get killed." ekko scoffs. the kids cackle.

"okay, start with the blood! how much blood was there" jinx demands, tugging at your hand.

you giggle and shrug. "i dunno. a shit ton?" you guess. your kids burst into excited giggles, and sevika presses her smile against your shoulder.

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channiesbakery · 16 hours ago

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cuffed —

prompt / request — “are these handcuffs?”

pairing — reader + actor!jun

word count — 1433

genre — smut [use of handcuffs, thigh riding, oral (both m and f receiving), overstimulation]

it was never easy whenever jun was away for filming. all the late night facetime calls and random check in texts throughout the day helped, sure. but it wasn’t the same as having your boyfriend right there at home with you.

so when you were finally able to take a few days off from work, you flew out to where jun was filming for his newest movie.

you arrive on set and stand off to the side, waiting for him to finish filming his scene.

the directors praise jun after they finish filming and he talks to a few of the crew before his eyes finally spot you.

“baby! what are you doing here?” he tugs you into tight embrace, pressing kisses to your face, not caring that there was people around.

“surprising you, obviously,” you giggle as he kisses your lips.

you hang around set, watching your boyfriend finish filming his scenes for the day. the minute he’s done and out of his costume and his makeup is all gone, he’s practically dragging you back to his place.

“i wish you’d given me a bit more notice. i had a present for you and everything but i haven’t wrapped it,” jun pouts a little, watching as you settled on his bed. “if i had given you a heads up, it wouldn’t have been a surprise,” you point out.

“fair enough. anyways, give me a second to freshen up. i have a gift for you by the way. which i was supposed to give you when i headed home this weekend to surprise you. it’s in the inner pocket of my duffel bag,” he tells you, pecking your lips before he steps into the bathroom.

you go over to his duffel bag laying on the ground, opening up the pocket to find your present. your fingers brush against a cool metal as you pull out the last thing you were expecting his present to be.

“find it baby?” jun asks as he comes back out. “handcuffs?” you turn around, smirking at him. “what?” he blinks at you, staring at the metal cuffs in your hand.

“why do you look so confused. didn’t you buy these?” you ask. “well no– i guess one of the props from shooting fell into my bag. if you haven’t realized yet, that’s definitely not your gift,” he chuckles, reaching out for the cuffs to set aside to return back to set.

but you pull back slightly, not letting him take away. “oh?” he gives you a smirk. “we’ve never tried handcuffs before… could be fun,” you smirk back, twirling them on your finger a little.

“i leave for a couple weeks and all of a sudden my girl is developing new kinks, hm?” he teases, reaching out to take the cuffs again but you stop him.

“i think these will look prettier on your wrists,” you say, watching the way his breath hitched. “cuff me up then, pretty girl,” jun smirks.

jun settles on the bed, keeping his hands up against the headboard as you loop the cuffs through the bed frame before cuffing his wrists, keeping him cuffed to the frame.

“really? you’re not gonna let me touch you? after I’ve been gone for weeks?” he pouts. “nope. this’ll be fun,” you giggle, settling on his lap. you shift over so you’re seated on his one of his thighs, grinding softly at first.

“c’mon baby, i could guide your hips better if you let my hands free,” he tries to convince you. “but you look so pretty when you’re cuffed,” you purr, your finger tips running along his restrained wrists.

jun groans when he feels your wetness seeping through his sweatpants. his hands tug at the handcuffs, instinctively wanting to reach down to hold your hips.

you lift your hips up just enough to tug his sweats down, revealing his hard cock, already leaking precum.

“being tied up is really turning you on hm?” you tease. “my bratty girlfriend grinding her needy pussy on my thigh is turning me on,” jun corrects.

but he quickly loses his smug attitude the minute you grind your bare pussy down on his cock. your wetness plus the precum leaking from his tip makes it easier for you to grind against him.

“need to be inside you, please,” he breathes you, looking up at you through his lashes. “patience baby,” you say, climbing off his lap.

you crawl down to lay between his legs, kissing up his thighs slowly, taking your time to get your mouth to where he really wants you.

jun tries to stay patient, knowing you’ll only tease him even more if he isn’t. he lets out a loud moan when your lips finally wrap around his cock.

you suckle on his sensitive tip, licking up his leaking precum. “almost forgot how big you are,” you hum, taking him deeper down your throat.

you slowly take more and more of him into your mouth until you’re able to deep throat him, your nose pressing against his abdomen.

you bob your head up and down, his moans and whimpers only fueling you on.

he can feel his orgasm building up quickly. you suddenly pull your mouth away, wrapping your hand around him as you slowly jerked him off.

“god you’re such a tease,” he groans, trying to buck his hips up to push his cock back into your mouth but you’d already moved away.

“but you sound so pretty when you’re whining and begging. i missed your pretty noises,” you tease, your tongue darting out to lick his tip, teasing his slit.

“been missing you for weeks and now that i see you, you decide to tease me? you’re cruel– fuck–” he groans as you start sucking on him again.

“can’t help it when you sound so cute all needy;” you tease, running your tongue along his length.

you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, a sign that he’s close to releasing. he thinks you’re about to edge him but you keep sucking until his cum fills your mouth as you swallow everything his has to give you.

you continue sucking softly on his sensitive cock, your tongue continuing to run over his tip, not releasing him from your mouth.

you suddenly feel his hand gripping your hair, pulling you off his cock. you gasp softly, looking at the bed frame to see that sure enough, the cuffs were off.

“how–” you start. “prop cuffs, baby. I’ve let you have your fun, now it’s my turn,” he grins, flipping you onto your back.

jun wraps one hand around both your wrists, keeping them pinned to the bed as he attaches his lips to your pussy.

unlike you, he doesn’t waste any time teasing. any other time he would’ve given you a taste of your own medicine and edge you all night. but not tonight, not when he’s been away from you for so long and he’s been craving you.

it doesn’t take you long to finish on his tongue and you expect him to pull away but he doesn’t. jun continues to suck on your clit, fucking his tongue into your hole, trying to work out a second orgasm from you.

“j-junnie-” you whimper, trying to pull your wrists out of his hold to grip his hair. “c’mon, give me another one. you can cum for me again, can’t you?” he mumbled against your cunt, the vibrations pushing you to the edge.

he sucks on your clit harshly, making you squirm against his face as you cum for the second time. he finally released your wrists as he crawled up to you, kissing you to let you taste yourself off his tongue.

“god I’ve missed you,” jun mumbles against your lips.

“so the handcuffs were a fun experiment,” you tease and he chuckles. “next time, I’m cuffing you up,” he says.

“so if the handcuffs weren’t my gift… what was?” you ask curiously and jun suddenly remembers what even led to your current position.

he climbs off of you, going over to his duffle bag. you hear him shuffling around for a second before he’s back in bed by your side.

“matching keychains!” he smiles happily, holding up the two magnetic, plushie cat keychains.

you sigh softly, leaning against his chest as you take one of the keychains in your hand.

“how do you go from making me cum until i see stars to being such a sweetheart?” you ask and he just laughs, swinging his little cat keychain against yours so their magnets attach to each other.

#jun x reader #jun smut #wen junhui x reader #wen junhui smut #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen smut #svt smut #channiesbakery drabbles

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lsunstreakerl · 2 days ago

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for those of you who have been awaiting more on the kidnapping- I bring you 800 words from Pierre's POV. things are happening here...

A/N: I've totally switched around what order the extra drivers went in. yes I'm using Pierre, but this is not canon to the actual chronological timeline of 2nd RB drivers. suspend your imagination please and thank you <3

darkbull! the next couple ficlets are going to be the kidnapping, so if you haven't read the previous snippet I'd recommend doing that. just so you know what you're getting into.

Sweat drips down the back of Pierre's neck. He feels clammy with it, half convinced there's a glaring neon sign above him saying SUSPICIOUS. He certainly feels that way.

He wipes his palms off on the inside of his pants. It's fine. He's a Redbull driver, the same as any of the others.

Except for the fact that he isn't really a driver. Sure, he gets in the car, drives it passably well- but he hasn't clicked with Max.

He's learning that cohesion with Max might be the most critical trait in the garage, valued above anything else.

He doesn't have it.

It's not his fault- Pierre quite likes Max, but he's not allowed to get close to him. Not even really allowed to touch him- Charles has a thing about wandering hands.

Pierre has been subject to one too many rants about Redbull and their fondness for contact, but the bender Charles had gone on after the jewelry... Legendary, even by the normal Charles standards.

He takes a quick breath out. It's fine. It'll be fine.

Charles has done the work already- been slowly pulling Max further and further from the safety of the garage each weekend, has the cameras for this area on the fritz- all Pierre needs to do is get him down a few hallways.

He beeps his keycard into Max's hotel room. There had been an "unexpected" podium change after the race, propelling Daniel from fourth place to third, so he's out doing media. Carlos is still in his debrief. The Redbull team has been trickling down to the bar, and it's the work of several subtle miscommunications that has team members under the impression that someone else is coming to get Max.

He'd be worried about the higher members of the team noticing, but they're occupied at the moment, ending Pierre's career. That's what he assumes anyways, based on the fact that he'd seen Mark Webber follow Christian into the meeting room.

This is the only chance he's going to get.

Max's head pops up from where he's digging through his suitcase on the hotel bed. His shirt is partially unbuttoned, showcasing the gold necklace he's always wearing, interlinked rings resting against the hollow of his throat.

"Pierre! Hello!"

Pierre almost feels bad. He's gotten fond of Max, despite his best intentions. Max really has tried to get along with him, loop him into team activities and make him feel included, and here Pierre is- about to deliver him, gift wrapped, to the rest of his life.

Charles doesn't let go of his things- not without leaving claw marks behind. The chances of Max getting out are slim. The chances of him getting out unscathed are zero.

It's not Pierre's problem. Pierre's focus is on himself and Esteban, and Charles dangles both of their lives and their careers from his fingers, makes them dance like little marionettes.

Pierre has the protection of Ferrari, if he can get out of Redbull's clutches. He's not stupid enough to believe Charles will ever let him go, but maybe if he brings him Max- maybe he and Esteban can have a bit more freedom.

"Max, hello. Christian and GP are still in their meeting, and Daniel's down for media, so I'm taking you to the bar."

Max nods as he runs a hand through his hair, slipping his shoes on before standing. He's closer to Pierre than he's ever been before, enough for Pierre to smell his cologne, soft spiced notes and nutmeg.

His eyes are a stunning shade of blue.

"You will have to lead the way mate, I haven't been to the bar they picked before."

Right. Showtime.

Pierre flashes him a grin he hopes doesn't look as strained as he feels, before he's leading Max out of his hotel room.

Max is perfectly content to follow him, and Pierre is struck by it for a moment- it's really no wonder Redbull has him surrounded so often. He's too trusting. Hasn't even considered for a second that Pierre might be lying to him.

Because Pierre is Redbull.

Well- at this point, probably not. The contract has most likely already been signed, booting him out of his seat.

Pierre guides him through twisting hallways, and when they leave the hotel he deliberately takes them the wrong way. A few curved streets later, and they're in front of a bar, boisterous and noisy.

It's not a Redbull bar.

It's a Ferrari bar.

Pierre is putting his faith in Charles now, because Redbull will want him dead for this.

"Right inside, Max."

Sweet, trusting Max. Charles is going to crack him open and bleed him dry, leave him begging on the floor. He'll remold him exactly how he wants, removed of anything he deems unworthy.

He plays rough with his things. Pierre watches the glint of the gold around Max's neck and wrist as he walks in behind him.

Spoiled, naive Max.

He won't trust so easily again- not after this.

#darkbull verse #ficlet #yes pierre redbull is going to be out for your head

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sequinsmile-x · 12 hours ago

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The Golden Age of Something Good, and Right, and Real

Emily Prentiss is drunk on love, Aaron Hotchner, and no small amount of tequila.

-x-

Hi besties,

This is for the lovely @ssa-sparks <3 who needed a bit of a pick me up.

I hope this makes you, and anyone else who needs it, smile!

-x-

Warnings: alcohol comsumption

Words: 3.2k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“I got more tequila!”

Emily groans as Penelope places a tray of drinks on their table - three shots and three frozen margaritas - and she scrunches her nose up as she makes eye contact with JJ, both of them smiling as Penelope waves off their obvious concern.

“We said no more shots,” Emily says, hearing the slur in her own voice already and grimacing. JJ nods in agreement but grabs one of the shots and cocktails anyway, turning her nose up as she holds up the shot of tequila.

“I have a kid to look after in the morning,” JJ says before she clinks her shot glass against Emily and Penelope’s, and they all down their shots before placing the empty glasses back down. Emily smirks as she watches the other two grimace, silently thankful for her misspent youth drinking her way across Europe, and her smile only gets wider when JJ rolls her eyes at her lack of reaction before she turns her attention back to Penelope, “Any more of these and I’m getting Will to bring Henry over to your place tomorrow morning.”

Penelope holds her hands up, “Okay, no more shots. Only margaritas.”

Emily hums and pulls her drink closer, missing the straw at first, frowning at it as if it had moved as it hits her in the nose before she takes a sip, “Aaron is on his way to pick me up. So no more drinks for me after this one.”

She smiles as she thinks of her boyfriend. Her sweet, handsome, perfect boyfriend who was currently driving over from her apartment to pick her up from the bar so he knew that she got home safe. He’d insisted, had organised for Jack to stay with Jessica for the weekend, and Emily hadn’t fought back against him at all. She found herself more and more willing to let him look after her these days. It was something she no longer fought against, something she found herself coveting and seeking out - the comfort and help she’d never been comfortable accepting from someone before, something she’d never felt safe enough to accept before, suddenly the thing she wanted most in the world.

Things were still relatively new between them; it had only been six weeks since their first date, but she knew he was it for her, and that she was it for him. She loved him, and he loved her, and after everything they’d both been through and survived, it felt like nothing short of what they deserved. A peaceful, quiet epilogue to the horror they’d lived through. The happy ending she would have once believed wasn’t possible.

They hadn’t said it yet, hadn’t said the three little words that carried so much more weight than they felt like they should, but it didn’t mean she didn’t feel it. She felt loved all the time, even when he was simply just looking at her, when she’d catch him staring when he thought she wasn’t looking, a sparkle in his eyes that seemed to mean forever.

“You two are so cute.”

JJ chuckles, ready to step in for Emily, to defend her usual love of her privacy, “Pen-”

“No, she’s right,” Emily says, her tongue and inhibitions loosened by the tequila, “We are cute.”

Penelope squeals, a sound she stopped trying to cover up two rounds of drinks ago, and she sighs contentedly, “You two are perfect for each other.”

“He’s maybe too perfect,” Emily says without meaning to, still lost in thought as she thinks of Aaron, well aware he’d likely have stuffed a bottle of water and her favourite snacks in the passenger door of his car for her, “He is so good at anticipating my needs. I’m not used to it. It’s like he knows what I need before I do.”

“Well, he does analyse behaviour for a living, Em,” JJ says, raising her eyebrow at her and Emily narrows her eyes playfully.

“I think I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop,” she sighs, “I’ve never…” she scrunches up her nose as she admits something she usually wouldn’t, “I’ve never been this happy,” her cheeks burn with embarrassment as JJ and Penelope both beam at her, excitement shining in their eyes. She takes a sip of her drink, concentrates on the icy burn of it as it slips down her throat, distracting her from how exposed she feels, even if she is with her closest friends, “It’s…weird.”

“I don’t think the other shoe is going to drop,” JJ says, reaching out for her, placing her hand over Emily’s on the table, “You and Hotch both deserve to be happy. After everything he went through with Foyet and everything you went through with Doyle I think you’ve both had more than your fair share of big bad things.”

Emily hums, well aware that life didn’t work that way, that there was no set amount of terrible things for any one person to go through. But it’s a nice thought, one she lets herself sink into, pulled under by a mix of hope and overwhelming love for her boyfriend, and she thinks that there would be worse things to drown in.

“I think the shoes will very firmly stay on for the rest of your life,” Penelope agrees, using her finger to wipe some of the salt from the rim of her glass. She gasps as if something has just occurred to her, and looks up at Emily with wide eyes, “You two are going to have gorgeous babies.”

Emily laughs and shakes her head, but she takes a sip of her drink to try and settle the flipping in her stomach, to try to ignore the burning in her cheeks at the thought of having kids with Aaron, of building a life she’d always wanted but never thought she’d get to have. She’s just finishing her drink when Aaron walks into the bar, immediately catching her eye in his gorgeously casual outfit, his polo shirt and jeans forcing her to bite her lower lip in an attempt to contain his smile.

“Aaron!” She calls out, and he looks over, his smile tinged with amusement the moment he sees her. She waves him over and links her hand through his as soon as he’s by her side, tugging him into the empty seat on her right. She leans in to kiss him, her lips catching his cheek, “Hi honey.”

“Hi sweetheart,” he says, smiling as he looks at the empty glasses on the table, “Did you have fun?”

She tries to roll her eyes at him, but it makes her dizzy, so she settles for squeezing his hand a little tightly, “Yes. I did.”

JJ clears her throat, and it reminds them that they aren’t alone. They both look up, neither one of them missing the amused smiles on JJ and Penelope’s faces, “We had fun too,” JJ says, sipping her drink, “If you care.”

He clears his throat and nods, and Emily kicks JJ under the table, her eyes flashing with a playful warning for embarrassing Aaron, something that only seems to encourage their friends. Emily shakes her head and turns to look at her boyfriend, “Ready to go?”

He nods and turns to Penelope and JJ, “Do you want me to take you home?”

“No, thank you, sir, Hotch,” Penelope replies, “We’re going to stay a bit longer.”

Emily stands up, almost losing her footing, which has everything to do with the sticky floor and not the amount she’s had to drink, and Aaron stands too, his hands on her hips as he steadies her. She hugs Penelope and JJ goodbye, makes them promise to text her when they get home, and links her arms through Aaron’s as they leave the bar.

“You know they’ll already be talking about us,” she says, resting her head against his shoulder as they step outside, shivering against the cool air.

“I’m sure they are,” Aaron replies, pausing to shrug off his jacket and wrap it around her shoulders before he links his arm back through hers and starts walking again towards his car, “You had fun?”

She hums, “So much fun,” she squeezes his arm, “Pen said we’re cute,” she says, her smile slightly lopsided as they make it to his car and she turns to look at him, “I agreed,” she says, stamping her lips against his, leaving the taste of liquor and her behind, “We are cute.”

“We are,” he chuckles and nods, unlocking his car and then opening the passenger door for her, holding it open for her as she slumps into her seat. He rounds the car and gets into the driver's side, smiling at her as she initially struggles to clip her seatbelt into place. He nods towards the passenger door pocket, “I brought some water for you. And those salt and vinegar chips you like.”

She groans in delight and reaches for the chips, tearing the bag open before he even starts the engine, “You really might be the perfect boyfriend.”

___

She almost trips up the stairs leading to her apartment building.

Twice.

Aaron keeps his arm around her, flitting between amusement at her lack of coordination and simply wanting to get her back to her apartment in one piece. He uses the key she gave him on their second date to let them in, his eyes wide as she slips her hand into the back pocket of his jeans to grab his ass, looking around to make sure none of her neighbours are nearby as he guides her into her home. She snuggles up against him as he locks the door and sets the alarm, and then he wraps his arm around her.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you into bed.”

“Sounds like a great idea to me,” she hums and stops in place, tugging on his arm until he’s right in front of her. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, her tongue licking through his mouth before she pulls back, her eyes hazy and her smile soft, “Let’s go to bed.”

He smiles and stamps his lips against hers before he carries on leading her through the apartment, “The only thing you’ll be doing in bed tonight is sleeping.”

She groans, “But Aaron…”

He clears his throat to cover a chuckle at the whining tone of her voice, knowing even when drunk she wouldn’t accept him making fun of her. He encourages her into her ensuite bathroom and sits her down on the closed toilet seat.

“Emily, baby,” he says, smiling as he strokes his knuckles down her cheek, “I think if we had sex tonight it would count as a felony,” he leans in and kisses her forehead, “Tomorrow when you’re sober. If you’re feeling up to it.”

“I’m always feeling up to it,” she grumbles, narrowing her eyes as she watches him open her medicine cabinet, “What are you doing?”

He holds up a pack of cotton pads and her make-up remover, “Taking off your make-up for you,” he says, barely stifling a groan as he kneels in front of her, “I know it’s not your full skincare routine,” he says, tipping some of the remover onto one of the pads, “But it’s better than waking up with today’s make-up still on.”

“You’re a good boyfriend,” she smiles at him, her lips pressed together as he carefully starts to wipe her face, “I told JJ and Pen that you’re too perfect.”

He chuckles, concentrating on his task as he raises an eyebrow at her, “I don’t think that’s something I’ve ever been accused of before.”

She frowns, “Don’t say that,” she says, jumping to his defence, even though it’s him she’s defending him from, “You are perfect,” she mutters, “Perfect for me.”

He disposes of the first cotton pad and throws it in the nearby trash can. He takes the opportunity to lean in and kiss her cheek before he starts the process again, pulling another pad out of the packet, “You’re perfect for me too.”

Her eyes drift close as he carries on taking off her make-up, and for a moment he thinks she may have fallen asleep where she’s sitting, but then her eyes flutter open. She stares at him, thinks about how at home he looked in her apartment, wearing jeans that he kept in her closet and wiping off her make-up with remover he’d bought for her after she lamented she’d run out last week.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever taken my make-up off for me before,” she says, her words almost slurring into one, “And no one has ever looked after me like you do,” she shrugs, “I’ve never let them.”

Curiosity gets the better of him, and he hesitates for a second before he finishes removing her make-up, “Why do you let me look after you?”

She shrugs again, “I think it’s because I love you,” she says simply, as if she’s said it a thousand times before, not just this once, “And I thought I’d been in love before, but I never felt anything like this for them,” she leans in closer, as if whispering a secret to him, as if they weren’t the only two in the apartment, “I think you might be the love of my life.”

For a moment, he stops breathing, his heart stuttering in his chest, as she so casually says what they’d both been talking around for weeks.

He’d been in love with her for longer than he cared to admit even to himself. He didn’t need to hear the words to know how she felt about him, he saw it in everything she did. In the way she so casually looked after him, in the way she’d always touch him when it was just the two of them, the press of her skin against hers the only confession he thought he needed. He told himself he’d wait her out, that he would go at her pace, but he couldn’t lie and pretend that hearing her say it wasn’t one of the best moments of his life.

“Want to know a secret?” He says, and she nods, “I think you’re the love of my life too.”

She beams at him and leans forward to kiss him, pressing her forehead against his, “We’re going to bed?”

“Yes,” he says, standing up and offering her a hand, something she takes, linking their fingers together as she stands, “To sleep.”

She scoffs but leans into his side anyway, her face pressed into his shoulder, “Spoilsport.”

___

The first thing she’s aware of when she wakes up is the pounding in her head. She groans as she rolls over onto her back, her arm thrown over her eyes as she protests being awake.

“Good morning.”

Even the gruff, beautiful, sound of her boyfriend’s voice first thing in the morning is too loud and she moves her arm just enough to look at him. He’s sitting up in bed, his back against the headrest, and he’s smiling down at her, “What the hell did I drink last night?”

He shifts closer and she moves just enough to rest her cheek against his stomach, “I think that bar might have a tequila shortage.”

“Oh God,” she grumbles, curling further into him as he wraps his arms around her, “Penelope Garcia is dead. The moment I can stand up.”

He laughs and leans down to kiss her forehead, “I’ll go get you some water and aspirin.”

She tightens her hold on him, “In a minute,” she says, tilting her head to look up at him, “You’re comfortable.”

He nods and runs his fingers through her hair, “You had fun last night?”

She hums, “Judging by my pounding headache and my intense craving for bacon I’d say so.”

“I’ll make breakfast for you too,” he says, scratching lightly at her scalp, “When you were out last night I went to the store and got bacon and everything I need to make you pancakes.”

She groans, this time happily, “You’re a good boyfriend.”

“You said that last night too,” he says, running his knuckles down her cheek, smiling when she furrows her brow, tilting her head as if asking when, “Right after you propositioned me and just before I took your make-up off for you.”

She smiles, something she couldn’t suppress even if she wanted to, and she feels warmth flood through her, her chest full of love and adoration she can feel on the tip of her tongue. She almost says it, almost says she loves him, but then she feels a wave of nausea and the dryness in her mouth, and she knows she doesn’t want it to be like this.

“Well, I was right,” she says, smiling up at him, her lips pressed together to stop herself from saying what was desperate to burst free. She rests her head back on his stomach and draws idle patterns on the comforter over his thigh, “I’ll take that aspirin and glass of water now.”

He leans down and kisses her forehead before he climbs out of bed, taking a second to rearrange the covers around her. She watches him go, and she feels half a memory, a warm feeling in her chest that feels familiar, the way he looks so at home in her home triggering something she can’t quite reach.

“Honey?” She says, waiting for him to turn to look at her, “I didn’t say anything embarrassing last night did I?”

“Just that I’m a perfect boyfriend,” he replies, suppressing a smirk as she flops back down onto the bed, burying her face in his pillow, her voice muffled when she speaks again.

“I didn’t say anything else, right?” She asks, her eyes wide in mild horror as she looks up at him, blinking against the light in the bedroom.

He thinks about telling her, about reminding her of the love confession she’d made whilst sitting on the closed lid of her toilet, her face pressed against his hand as he took off her make-up for her, her eyes half closed. And whilst he knows he’ll always treasure it, that for him that uninhibited, drunk, version of her was just as beautiful and precious to him as any other version, he knows it wouldn’t be the same for her. Saying I love you, admitting it to someone for the first time, was a big deal, bigger for her than most, and he didn’t want to take that from her.

He wants it to be something she looked back on fondly too.

“No, sweetheart,” he says, smiling softly, “You didn’t say anything else.”

She sinks into the bedding in relief, tugging it up around her to fight against the slight chill of the room, “You said something about breakfast?”

He nods and turns to leave the room, sneaking one last glance at her before he goes, “Coming right up.”

A week later, when she says I love you for the first time, for the second time, he says it back immediately, his lips pressed against hers as she smiles widely, and he knows he’s made the right choice.

#aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss fanfic #aaron x emily #hotchniss #hotchniss fan fic #emily prentiss fanfiction

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Coming Home

BoKuroTsuki

A/N: This one has been sitting in my drafts for a while. I don't like this fic much but between the options of hitting delete or simply posting, I chose to shrug and yolo-post. You can clearly see I meant it to be a smut fic at first and then got lazy onwards HAHA. Own interpretation do your thing.

Summary: Bokuto comes home and finds a nice surprise to play with.

Warnings: Light bondage, polyship, tickleees, suggestive

Word Count: 1.6K

As quiet as possible.

Bokuto held his breath in excitement when he turned the key and opened the front door. The familiar scent immediately filled his chest with warmth. He was home. He was home early.

Having caught an earlier flight than originally planned after playing several games abroad with the national team, he was more than thrilled to be home again.

He immediately noted the absence of Akaashi's favorite shoes and the sound of Kuroo's muffled talking voice from the study. On the phone as he often was, even on a Friday night. Kuroo Tetsurou, the hardworking business man, who would've thought.

"How about tomorrow?" he heard Kuroo ask. Bokuto couldn't help but feel a little disappointed to hear Kuroo was making work plans on a weekend, but that was alright. He hadn't counted on his early return anyway. Heh. None of them did.

Bokuto sighed and with light steps walked into their shared apartment. He entered the bedroom, put down his luggage and... He blinked.

"HUUUUH?!" he yelled, together with his boyfriend Tsukki! Yelling in surprise, Tsukishima lay on their enormous bed, arms and legs tied with loose bondage. He was only wearing his underwear. Oh.... Oh god.

"Kei! What- what are you doing!" Bokuto shrieked.

Blushing, Tsukishima struggled against the bondage. He could still move slightly but didn't seem able to free himself.

"Y-you're home already? What about Spain?" Tsukishima asked. Bokuto grinned and spread his arms.

"The Spain game was canceled. Long story, but that's for later. Why are you tied up?"

Bokuto sat next to him and gave him a kiss. Tsukishima squirmed nervously.

"That idiot - Tetsu. I... We.." He struggled with his words.

"What about 'kaashi? Where's he?" Bokuto asked excitedly, letting his eyes scan Tsukishima's bound body in the meantime. Man, what a lovely thing to come home to.

"Eghh, Keiji ran into Kenma and Hinata on his way home from work. They kind of kidnapped him, he texted he'll probably be home late."

"And let me guess, having you all to himself, Tetsu was about to play around with you BUT was shitty enough to answer his phone for work? So mean to leave you here all alone~" Bokuto said, and he lightly tickled Tsukishima's side.

"K-kinda! Could you u-untie mehe?" Tsukishima giggled nervously.

"But why? What were you playing? You were just getting started right? I can take Tetsu's place."

"Noho- not youhou," Tsukishima whined. Bokuto gasped.

"Not me? I'm offended. Was Tetsu going to have his way with you? Play with you? Hmm... or tickle you? Like this, maybe?" Bokuto's light tickles were less light when he added his other hand and wiggled his fingers down Tsukishima's torso.

The blond let out the cutest yelp and he arched his back. "Nonono waha-wahahait! Not- not tiihickling!"

"Did you set a safeword? Any other rules? I promise I can play too," Bokuto said excitedly, now playing fully with his lovely ticklish partner. He was happy they were having fun while he was gone, but even happier that he caught them in the act and was right on time to join in.

"Kouhoutaraha- no tihickling hehehe!" Tsukishima repeated through hysterical giggles. No tickling? How could anyone tie Tsukki up without the thought of tickling him?

"What - Kou! You're home!"

Bokuto turned around when he heard Kuroo's excited voice. He had been so caught up in Tsukki's delicious laughter that he didn't even hear him come in.

"Tetsu! I'm home!" They hugged each other dramatically and planted wet kisses on each other's lips and cheeks.

"Wanted to surprise y'all with my early return. But turns out you're the one surprising me. A free Kei to tickle, how's that?" Bokuto said, pointing at Tsukishima who was still smiling and blushing adorably.

"Oh haha! So that's what I was hearing. Sorry Kei, for leaving you like that," Kuroo apologized.

"What were you up to anyway?" Bokuto wondered. Kuroo blushed and scratched his cheek.

"Well, since we were home alone, eh.. Tsukki and I decided to have some fun. I was going to, well, you know." Kuroo wiggled his eyebrows.

Bokuto crossed his arms. "No tickling?" he asked. Sure, bondage was hot, but he couldn't imagine it without the T.

"Well, some tickling of course. But mostly other things. Right, Kei?"

Tsukishima blushed and avoided their eyes without responding. Pfft that was so cute, and hot actually.

"Oh. Well, if you were going to have some bondage-fun, I'd love to join if I'm invited," Bokuto said.

"Of course you're invited Koutarou ー wait don't!" Kuroo warned, but Bokuto jumped with excitement on top of the bed and started to wiggle his fingers up and down Tsukishima's outstretched sides. He loved to see those pretty eyes widen and that sweet red color appear instantly on Tsukki's cheeks before his adorable voice was heard.

"Nooohoho dohohon't!" he whined. Bokuto laughed and playfully danced his fingers all over the sensitive spots.

Kuroo didn't exactly stop him. He stood on the side and chuckled to see him have so much fun.

"You really can only think of tickling, huh?" he commented with an amused grin. Bokuto laughed.

"I can't believe you tied him up and thought of anything but tickling. Our sweet Kei is a big tickle spot and you finally got him tied up like this. How can we not make him laugh forever~?" Bokuto sang while he continued to play with those sensitive ribs.

He felt Tsukishima jump under his touch, his loud laughter filling the room as he struggled.

"Plehhehease wahahah! N-not thehehere!"

The cutest! Kuroo sighed and sat down on the bed and stroked Tsukishima's hair, his thumb tickling his neck and ear slightly.

"If he's doing too much, just tell him our safeword hm? Kei?" he said in a soothing voice. Bokuto had no idea whatever safeword they chose, but it wasn't shared with him yet, not even by Tsukishima who shook his head and laughed hysterically.

When he didn't seem to call out their safeword, Kuroo simply shrugged and joined in; he reached for both Tsukishima's vulnerable armpits and dug in right away, going for one of his worst spots immediately.

"TEHETSU Ahahhaah!" Tsukishima bucked and threw his head back. Bokuto grinned and stopped tickling him for a brief moment, just to admire those two things: Kuroo tickling Tsukishima, and Tsukishima laughing this much.

His half-naked body was struggling and squirming, but he couldn't escape the tickling, especially when Bokuto joined in again. Now suffering from an unplanned tickle torture by the both of them, sweet Tsukki could only laugh and beg, and as long as Kuroo kept going, Bokuto felt encouraged to do the same. Tsukki was still not safewording after all, it seemed.

"What is the safeword, actually?" he wondered when he could actually drag the tickling long enough until he started to worry they were overdoing it. But Kuroo laughed playfully and shrugged.

"Ask Kei, love," he said. He allowed Kei to catch a break from the armpit tickles, but he had switched to scribbling his fingers up and down his long sensitive neck in a way that had him snort and cackle in the cutest way.

"Kei? What's our safeword? You didn't say it yet, did you?" Bokuto whined.

"Shuhuhut uhuhup!

Bokuto raised his eyebrows. Oh. Well then. He responded with a big grin and a big squeeze, right into that lovely spot above Tsukki's hips. Such a simple technique, but high reward.

"AAAhhhahah!" Tsukishima jerked heavily and one of his arms got freed from its shitty bondage because of the sudden movement, but Kuroo simply caught his hand, intertwined their fingers romantically and pushed his hand right back to pin his arm down again.

With his free hand he wiggled his fingers back down from Tsukki's neck all the way towards his armpit for round two of what looked like some dreadful tickling that even made Bokuto shudder.

"You're right, Koutarou. There's nothing like tickling Kei like this while he allows it." Kuroo winked at Bokuto, making him tingle with excitement.

In the end they were just silly guys. Even when their boyfriend was tied up like this and seemingly about to allow anything erotic they would want to do to him, there was just nothing like the playful kind of tickling that made him laugh and squeal until he was exhausted.

By the time Tsukishima was out of breath, and still hadn't safeworded yet, Bokuto did sense that Kuroo started to react when sweet ticklish blondie looked all tempting and sexy like that, breathing heavily with that deep blush on his face and the tears that sparkled in his eyes.

"....My pants are getting a little tight," Kuroo joked, confirming Bokuto's suspicions.

He nodded. "What time is 'kaashi gonna be back? I feel kind of bad to get started without him. He'll be the only one missing out," he said, and he licked his lips.

Kuroo shrugged. "He said 'late' but you know him, it most likely won't be after ten, so..." He checked the time. "Any moment?"

Smirking, Bokuto wiggled his fingers. "Well then, shall we warm up our lovely Kei some more until he's back?" he suggested. "If that's alright with you of course, Tsukki."

Tsukishima glared at him. "Go to hehell," he giggled, but he was also smirking.

"That wasn't the safeword, was it?" Bokuto asked. Kuroo shook his head and chuckled.

"Nope, that definitely wasn't it."

It only took a couple of seconds before Tsukishima's loud hysterical laughter was back, and Bokuto couldn't believe they indulged him like this right after coming back home.

And until Akaashi was back home as well, he was not going to give in to any of those desires he was feeling. After all, they could have way more fun when they were all together, and from the way Tsukishima allowed them to keep going, and the way Kuroo was holding himself back as well, he could see they all agreed with him...

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