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@liminalmemories21 - this isn't exactly what you asked for but:
Abby C. 8:51 PM: So how'd it go? With the talking?
Buck stares at the message. Stares at the milk frother sitting in his counter, and the candlesticks he'd really considered dropping off the side of his upper balcony, ten minutes ago. (He's a firefighter, he knows how that ends. But, like. Still)
Bad, he texts back. So bad. But he also won't give me my sweatshirt back and I know he has it. Any sage advice?
It's a little weird to be texting her. She'd been one of the first people he'd ever talked to consistently on the phone, and he'd grown to enjoy it, grown to appreciate that voice in his ear.
Abby texts back immediately: I'm not entirely sure I know what that means. He actually LIKED you.
Buck can feel the buzzing under his skin, the rush of adrenaline at remembering Tommy not only not denying he'd loved Buck, but admitting off-hand that he still did.
It means I'm getting my man back, Buck sends, and then stares at the slippers he can see poking out from the right side of the bed.
His phone rings.
"You know," Abby starts, before Buck can so much as greet her. "I spent a long time beating myself up for not seeing this as a sign, but that's not the point."
"What... is the point?"
Abby chuckles. She sounds good. Happy. Buck is far enough removed from it to feel glad for her, and jealous of her, and then he's rolling right back around to being fucking livid that Abby and Tommy had both run. Different reasons, same result. A first of Buck's that'd just walked away.
"He used to watch movies with my mom constantly. All the terrible schlock that I couldn't stand - Hallmark movies, and D-Lister rom coms, all those trite based on true events Lifetime shows."
Buck nods. Waits for her to continue.
She doesn't.
"I'm not picking up what you're dropping down."
"He and my mom would just critique them all the way through. Just tear them to shreds. What was unrealistic, what was just plain stupid. She - mom was never more lucid than when she and Tommy were bemoaning the lack of reality in those movies."
"Listen, I already know asking him to move in with me was a dumb idea. I'm the himbo, remember?"
Abby pauses. "...that's what he called you?"
"Apparently all your mutual friends did."
Abby sighs. "The point is, Buck. They liked watching them because they liked talking about what real relationships were actually like. What happened after a curtain close kiss, how much a couple was gonna fight over the financial sustainability of a Christmas themed donut shop, what the fiance that got left behind in the big city was gonna do now that they were finally free of the person who'd spent the holiday season losing their entire brains. Tommy's a realist. He wants to be stopped before he gets on the plane, but he wants to be stopped because you already have a ten step plan to make things work. And he's terrified of giving too much of himself away to someone who thinks he shits rainbows and puppies and hasn't reckoned with the fact that he's just as screwed up as the rest of us."
"You swear more than I remember."
Abby laughs. " But you see my point?"
Buck doesn't want to. But he does. "Well, I definitely don't think he's perfect anymore."
"And you still love him." She says it like she knows. She says it like she'd once expected to spend a life with Tommy Kinard.
"And I still love him," Buck acknowledges, and they both drift into silence. It's comfortable. Easy. He sort of misses being able to talk to her about shit like this.
"Call me if you need anything, Buck."
Buck hangs up the phone with a million new, vaguely more hopeful thoughts swirling around in his brain.
Twenty minutes later he texts her one more time: This is the only sex thing you're getting from me - that thing he does with your nipples? What the fuck?
Abby C. 9:22 PM: I taught him that. You're welcome.
Tommy ignores the knock at his door. He's in day three pajamas and the only person who might make the effort to check in on him is his exes best friend. Which.
The knocking continues.
It's getting louder.
There's a Kings game on in the background and he's been elbow deep in the Jeep manual he'd finally cracked open in some sort of weird, fucked up pattern of mourning.
Tommy's never gonna buy a fucking Jeep. He hates them. You own one for more than five years and more than half the parts are replacement parts.
He's been staring at a diagram of the timing belt for half an hour, at least. The last thing he remembers about the game is Kuemper letting in three goals on five shots and somehow the Kings are up two, now, and there's still 25 minutes of game time left.
Tommy reaches for the remote. Turns the volume up.
The knocking returns less than a minute later.
---
There's a box of odds and ends tucked under the table in his entryway. He avoids looking at it. He knows there are a few things missing from it and he really doesn't want to examine what he'll have to do to avoid giving it to Eddie tonight. He cut the cords, he shouldn't be lingering watching the frayed edges sway in the wind, clutching his line like there's anything braced on the other side of it.
Evan's oldest, softest LAFD hoodie, the one that's technically too small for both of them but has stretched shockingly evenly and is definitely not sitting unwashed at the bottom of Tommy's laundry basket. The program from a recital of Denny's they'd stopped by to support him for, on their way out of town for a long weekend. Evan's stupid keto bread and the milk frother he'd left behind three months ago and never bothered to grab because he had more than one.
Whoever is at his door is still fucking knocking, and suddenly Tommy doesn't feel like being polite. He'll shove the box in Eddie's arms and tell him to fuck off and close the last few remaining open doors he has to this.
Only when he swings the door wide it's not Eddie on the other side, and the box nearly takes out whatever Evan - Buck, Jesus Christ - has in his own arms.
Not a Tommy box - too small for all the shit that he'd left behind. He misses the house slippers that had had a permanent spot tucked under the left side of the bed.
Tommy flinches, reels away, tries to shove the box away before Buck can see its contents.
"What are you doing here?" Even tone. No quiver in his voice. He's been called rude and dismissive for less.
Buck scowls. Hefts the rectangular dish in his hands and shoves past Tommy before Tommy can blink.
It's silly to say he chases after him, down the hallway towards the kitchen, but he's not exactly following along behind at a casual leisurely pace.
The glass pan slams down on his kitchen counter and Buck spends a minute staring at the calendar he was only getting two months out of because he couldn't look at the one with all Buck's notes penned in anymore.
"Wow," Buck says, and shifts his weight awkwardly.
"What are you -?"
"Jee and I made you birthday cupcakes," Buck says. His voice is hard. Angry. Hurt. "Happy birthday, asshole."
---
He cracks the lid and there are only three cupcakes inside. Tommy forgets himself. Raises a brow, amusement rolling over him pleasantly, prepared to tease him, but then he catches the set of Buck's legs and the curl of his mouth and the tight way his arm tucks itself back in against his belly, a protective gesture that reminds Tommy very effectively what this is.
"Why?" Tommy wonders aloud, and Evan's scowl deepens.
Buck's scowl.
God.
"We've been planning it for weeks." Something flashes across his eyes before he schools his features. "Jee made me promise to bring you some."
"She must not be a skilled baker," Tommy jokes. "If these are the only ones that made it."
Evan's expression twists. "I ate most of them."
The frosting looks fresh. No creases in the paper cup holding them together.
"I had to make a new batch of frosting because I used some of it for -." He cuts himself off. Looks like he'd like to throw it in Tommy's face but can't quite force himself to hurt Tommy.
It hurts as much as he'd expected, anyway.
The world is a small place. It's not the first time he's had to speak to an ex when he didn't want to. It's never pleasant.
This is worse. The cut and run is supposed to give him time.
Evan Buckley has been an ache behind his ribcage for months, now, long before he'd made that final decision. He'd known it was too little too late. Buck's gonna be the shadow other men see behind his eyes for years.
Buck's apparently found and slept with someone within the week and a half span from Tommy walking out to his sad shitty mopey birthday.
That he'd forgotten about.
Tommy leans in. Picks up a cupcake. Licks a stripe through the frosting and makes a face when he realizes it's buttercream.
"The ones you were supposed to get had the whipped cream one you like," Buck says, accusingly.
That somehow stings just a little bit extra.
Tommy pulls back the paper, takes a bite. There's raspberry filling inside, and Tommy can feel tears prickling at the edges of his eyes, because when he'd told Evan about how his grandma baked he'd been thinking of Evan being a grandparent, the kind of shit he'd forbidden himself from imagining with anyone he was dating years ago.
"Thank you," he manages, and Buck frowns.
"He thought the whipped cream was too sweet." And Tommy probably deserves this but he's not particularly in the mood.
"Cut it out, Buck."
Buck rolls his jaw. "I just figured you'd wanna know how it's going. Maybe I could tally up the hookups for you, count them all up by gender and stamina and opinions on how I should feel and act and fall for someone. Find out if I'm actually gay enough to be a man's last."
---
The rest of the cupcake kind of collapses and oozes as Tommy smacks it down on the counter. He takes thirty seconds to pull the other two cupcakes out before he's grabbing the too-large fake Pyrex and turning heel. The keto bread goes in the pan. Then the milk frother.
Tommy yanks the recital program off the fridge and tosses it in the trash.
Buck almost looks triumphant.
"The box under the side table has the rest. You can see yourself out."
He actually does exactly as he's told, and Tommy listens to his footsteps drift off, shoulders hunched in and the breath tight in his throat. He'd been cruel, it was only fair Buck got a few final kicks in.
Tommy sucks in a breath and blinks away the moisture at the edges of his vision.
The footsteps take a heel turn at the side table and turn right back around.
"This isn't everything."
Tommy half expects some panned comment about how Tommy's got his heart - the kind of silly shit he'd say to a dead outlaw.
"My sweatshirt," Buck says, and Tommy freezes.
He could lie. He could pretend he had no idea where it was. Claim he didn't remember it even being here, because that particular piece of clothing did have a tendency to travel.
He doesn't fucking want to hand that one over.
Buck smirks, like he's caught the crack, and is looking for ways to exploit it.
"I own my own house!" Tommy says, and it's a terrible launching point but Buck latches on.
"You just left, Tommy! I know I jumped the gun, Tommy, but you didn't even - you just left! I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry I didn't know I was into men until you. I'm sorry you had to be my first, I'm sure that must have been such a burden for you."
"That's not fair."
"You didn't even give me a chance. That was - I'm so angry with you, Tommy. I'm so fucking mad."
"I know."
"But that's what you planned for, right? That's - you ripped the bandaid, Tommy, except there's a whole fucking untreated stab wound right underneath and it's still bleeding, Tommy."
"Did you even make this round of cupcakes with your niece?" It's better to keep his family's names out of his mouth. Just keep those ties cut.
Buck looks livid. "No, you idiot, I whipped up a tiny batch of this recipe just for the excuse to see you and - and tell you what a stupid, awful coward you are."
"That's not f-." He isn't sure whether Buck is being facetious about the small batch thing or not. He doesn't have any time to think about it.
"My sister and Chim are having another baby. Bobby and Athena are probably gonna host Christmas this year. Eddie shaved off the mustache and he's, like, dancing now, I guess. Hen and Karen are good for the first time in -." He shakes his head. Stares at Tommy. Tommy can't quite hide from that gaze. "We were good, Tommy. We were - you loved me."
He'd never said the words. Neither had Evan, but they'd both known. Both felt it. Tommy let it go too far, did it scared for longer than he usually would.
"It's not like that just went away when I walked out, Evan," Tommy hisses, and then regrets it immediately.
Evan has spent most of this visit pushing, pressing, digging fingers into the wound to make it hurt.
Evan goes silent now, reeling back a little. He seems shocked that Tommy had admitted it.
"I want you to go," Tommy says. "I need you to go, Buck."
It was the right dagger the first time, but apparently it's only effective once.
"I love you too, you know." His voice is soft. Tommy can't meet his eye. "And I hate you. I hate you even though I know that's what you wanted but I love you too much to not hate you out of spite."
Tommy knows if he caves it's done. He's signing himself over to whatever fucked thing will end them a week, a month, five years, two decades from now.
"Go home, Buck. Hate me there."
---
He goes in for the kill.
"I called Abby, two nights ago."
Right for the jugular. No survivors.
"She laughed for like twenty minutes, and then she tried to get me to chat about our sex life for comparison, and then she was shocked silent for a full minute when I wouldn't." Because Evan had always been a little too open about those details. "She also told me she forgave you but she doesn't think you ever forgave yourself."
Tommy agrees. For all that they'd been terrible for each other, they'd known how the hell to take care of one another like no one's business.
"I want you to go," Tommy says, steady, quiet, nearly a snark for how deep his voice goes to hide the tremor in it.
Buck cocks a hip against the doorframe. "I want my sweatshirt."
The breath that escapes him is shaky, but her think he hides most of it behind the hand over his face, the finger pinched at the bridge of his nose.
"I can't do this."
"Exactly how many men and women do I have to fuck before you believe the future I'm looking at is with you?"
"All of them! None! It was a stupid thing to say and it's not what I meant and I can't do this."
Buck spins on his heel. Grabs the box he'd set aside and hefts it up into his arms. "I'm coming back for my sweatshirt," he says. "You let me know whether you want to talk about the data points of the sexuality spreadsheet or about us."
"There is no us, Buck." His voice sounds defeated even to himself.
"If that was true you'd just give me the stupid sweater and be done."
Tommy sits in silence. He does not get up to retrieve the hoodie. Buck is still angry, but his smile is wide and bashful.
Tommy listens to his footsteps trail down the hall, towards the door, out of it. He hears the Jeep's ignition catch, the wheels roll off the drive.
He realizes he'd left the goddamn Jeep manual open on the timing belt page, right there on his side table where he'd pointed out the things he wanted Evan to take to clear him from his life.
---
There is someone knocking at his door.
Tommy doesn't quite ignore it.
He hid the sweatshirt in one of his toolbox drawers when Evan texted him this morning to let him know he'd be over with a six pack and a pot of chili.
There's a zero percent chance Evan's getting that sweatshirt back, tonight.
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Guys Iâm so sorry I know I disappeared forever ago but I am back! I updated my page, and I look forward to writing for all you lovely people again! Iâm back on my same old shit (absolutely vile dom!reader smut) so I hope youâre ready >:) This one's a little softer because I think Nanami deserves a bit of a soft!dom...I hope you enjoy! Feeling a little rusty so sorry if this isn't my best work :/
Summary: Your boyfriend has been on edge recently - most likely due to a rapid increase in curses over the last few weeks - so when you get a call from Shoko, you assume the worst. Lucky for you both, heâs not dead. However, she informs you that heâs experiencing some strange side effects, so you find yourself rushing to Jujutsu Tech to deal with a rather unfortunate⌠problem.
Warnings: swearing, smut, dom!reader, reader has a vagina, p in said v, subby!nanami, sex pollen/sex curse, semi-breeding kink, nanami gets his shit rocked, begging, overstimulation (reader and nanami receiving), unsafe sex (wrap your wee-wee please), a bit praise, nanami calls reader wife once
Let me know if you think I missed anything!!
All characters are over 18 :)
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Bzzt, Bzzt!
You groan, eyes tearing away from the screen in front of you. Life had been in a bit of a slog recently - with your boyfriend constantly away on missions and you trapped at your boring desk job, a phone call was a welcome reprieve. What was odd was the fact that your phone was ringing at all - the only calls that can get through when your phone is silenced is your parents, Nanami, and -
Shoko.
Bright letters flash at the top of your screen as you scramble away in a hurry, phone in hand. You mumble some half-assed excuse as you fly out the doors of the office, keys already in hand, and shakily answer the call.
âShoko? Is everything okay?â you force out, nearly slipping as you speed-walk to the car. âIs he okay?â
âItâs Nanami,â she says, panic evident in her voice. âHe came back from a mission today, wonât stop asking for you. I canât quite get a read on what he got hit with yet, and Iâve never seen him like this, is there any chance you-â
âIâm already in the car, Iâm on my way,â you confirm. âHeâs okay, though? No obvious signs of injury?â
âNothing physical, no,â she says, and you let out a breath you didnât know youâd been holding. âBut somethingâs still clearly wrong, and having you here might help me analyse it. Clearly heâs been hit by some effect of the curse, Iâve never seen this man frantic like this in my life.â
âIâll be there soon as I can. Call me if you have any updates.â
Shoko hums a confirmation and hangs up, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your grip on the steering wheel tightens, and you take in a shaky breath. What could possibly be wrong? Why did your boyfriend need you, right this instant? At the very least, Shoko didnât seem to think it was life threatening, but what relief was that? Being a sorcerer was dangerous, hell, that was why you and Nanami had quit in the first place, but you always knew he couldnât avoid the call of it for long. You prayed that whatever this was would be out of his system in no time.
You take the turn into Jujutsu Tech far faster than you should, haphazardly parking your car. You think you hear the beep! of your car locking, but all you can really hear in your head is the pounding of your heart. Weaving across the grounds, you rush to Shokoâs office, almost barreling into her when you throw the door open.
âWhere is he? Is he okay? You didnât call me again so I assume itâs fine, but-â
âHey, breath,â she says, oddly calm considering her call earlier. âI figured out the issue.â
âYou did?â you exclaim, a little frustrated she didnât call you. It must not be serious if she didnât call, but still! She couldâve at least sent a textâŚ
She wiggles her eyebrows at you, a smirk growing on her face. âYou guys have to bang.â
âWhat??â you flush, throwing your arms up. âS-shoko, this isnât the time for jokes-â
âNot a joke,â she says with a grin, making crude gestures with her hand. âYou guys have to bang it out of his system. Fuck. Two-man tango. âMake loveâ, or whatever. Not the worst curse to get hit by, huh?â
âYou had me all worried for nothing!â you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. âI thought he was injured, or worse, dying! I could be at work right now, I didnât even clock out! God, Iâm going to be in so much shit when I get back.â
âNo.â
âNo?â
âNo. He needs your help,â she explains with a sigh. âThe gas that the curse released from its body works as an aphrodisiac, a deadly one. If he doesnât, uhmâŚâmateâ any time soon it could be lethal.â
You flush deeper, blinking at her owlishly. You waited, hoping she was joking, but she was clearly dead serious. âWhere is he?â
âHeâs got his own room, all the way down on the left,â she sighed, rubbing her temples. âDonât ruin my equipment, you hear me?â
You salute, grinning at her, âAye aye, captain!â
She rolls her eyes, watching you go. Itâs going to be a long shift, she thought, rubbing her temples once again. They donât pay me nearly enough for this.
You make your way down the hall, fluorescent lights flickering above your head. It smelled like chemicals and death down her, a terrible combo. You wrinkle your nose. How does Shoko put up with this all day, every day?
Lost in your thoughts, you donât even realise that youâre at the end of the hall until you hear it. Frantic, almost manic, heavy breathing from the door on your left. You gulp, rubbing your thighs together. Fuck, in all your time with your boyfriend, youâve never heard him this desperate before. Like the world was going to end if he didnât get his dick wet. Lord, you havenât even seen him yet, and youâre already soaking through your underwear, you can feel it. Tugging on the hem of your sleeve, you nervously raise a hand to knock on the door.
âKentoâŚ?â you startle at the sound he lets out at the sound of your voice. It sounded likeâŚa whine?
âDarling, ooh, darling,â he groans, pitchier than youâve ever heard him. âYou shouldnât be here, love, get out of here.â
âKen, honey, I canât just leave you like this-â
âPlease, before I do something I regret, you have to go- hngh!â
Thereâs a wet splatter on the other side of the door, so quiet you almost didnât hear it. You freeze momentarily, not wanting to believe it.
âKen, did you justâŚ?â
âFuck, darling, you donât know what you do to me,â he groans out. You can hear it now - how heâs rutting into his hand on the other side of the door. The wet shlick of dick sliding in his hand, the way he didnât stop, even after he came. And heâs certainly never swore this early on, before heâs had your hands on you.
âYou donât know what you do to me,â you say, fingers finding the buttons of your shirt frantically. You donât care that youâre in the hallway, you donât care that Shokoâs just down the hall - thereâs nothing in your head but the needy sounds of your boyfriend on the other side of the door.
âPlease, you have to leave-â
âOpen the door, honey,â you say, voice syrupy and sweet. âWant you to fill me up so good, can you do that? For me?â
You hear a quiet âFuck!â from behind the door and the door handle rattles as he struggles to open it in his haze. At this point, youâre dripping, and you reach a hand out to help him. Easing the door open, you can feel the heat coming off of Nanami in waves. Thereâs a heady scent of pure sex in the air, and you donât get a chance to take him in before heâs closing the door and trapping you against it.
âYou shouldnât be here, love,â he murmurs against your neck, hot breath tickling your ear. âPlease, go before I lose control.â
Without hesitating, you pull him back by the hair and smash your lips to his. Heâs motionless against you, for a moment, before his lips slot against you frantically. His hands come to grope your sides, mean and careless with his touch. He slots his legs between yours almost absentmindedly, and his hips begin to cant against you.
You separate, panting. âSo desperate youâre already humping my leg like a slut?â
He flushes, slowing his hips down. You could feel his cock twitch against you, and you grin up at his dishevelled state. Heâs a wreck - his tie pulled loose from his neck, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, his pants not even off, just hanging loosely around his ankles - and youâre grateful, for a moment, for the curse that hit him.Â
âS-sorry, love,â he breathes, barely more than a whisper. âCanât control it, please, need you, need you so bad- mngh, fuck!â
You grin, lazily palming his angry cock. âOh, honey, Iâll help you out. Think you can get on the bed for me?â
He nods, whining softly when he pulls away from your hand. He stumbles over to the bed, losing his pants along the way. He sits and looks at you expectantly, flushed all the way down his neck. His hands are shaking from how much heâs holding back, and he bites his lip so hard it bleeds as you walk over, stripping as you approach. Ever the gentleman, he doesnât reach out and touch, though itâs clear that he wants to. But right now, youâre in control, and even with the heat coursing through his veins, he lets you take what you want from him.
âOh, sweetheart,â you say, voice thick with need. âGonna let me ride your cock? Let you fill me up, breed me?â
âGod, darling,â he says with a groan, a bead of precum running down his angry cock. âWant to fill your pussy up, put my kids in you, make you nice and round- mmph!â
You slam your lips to his, guiding him to lay back on the bed. You throw your legs on either side of his and grind down hard, smiling against his lips at the way his hips twitch up against yours. You reach back, fumbling to grip his cock and guide it to your waiting hole. Youâre soaking, and thereâs a wet shlick as sink down to the base of his cock.
âShit, fuck, sorry, honey-â His hands find the plush of your hips, and he holds you down as he cums, hot and warm inside you. Your surprised laugh quickly morphs into a moan as you feel him fill you. Itâs neverending - youâre certain heâs never come this much in one go before - and you quickly regain your senses, grinding your hips in slow circles, riding him through his orgasm. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his back is arched as he twitches, but he never softens inside you.
âAlready came again?â you mock, looking down at him condescendingly as he blinks back into reality. âSome curse you got hit with, must feel so good to let go, huh, baby?â
âC-couldnât help it, fuck!â he stammers out, hips bucking into your slow grinding. âNeed it, need to cum again, need to feel you cum around me as I fuck you full, please, darling, can I?â
His eyes flick up to yours, desperation evident in his gaze. Your boyfriend, who rarely swears during sex, begging you to cum? You were certainly in no place to say no!
Without warning, you pick up the roll of your hips, holding his hips down so he canât buck into you. He moans, flush spreading all the way down his chest. His thighs are flexing below yours, aching to buck up into you, but you wonât let him.
âIf you want my help, you let me control the pace,â you bluff, trying your best to keep your head with how his tip is brushing against your sweet spot oh so sweetly. âKeep trying to buck up and Iâll leave you here to take care of your little predicament yourself.â
âNo!â he pants out, frenzied. âNo, please, darling, donât go, Iâll do anything, Iâll be good for you, please-â
âYeah?â you say, grin feral as you pick up your pace even more. Youâre barely able to get words out anymore, but heâs certainly not faring any better. âG-Gonna be good for me? Gonna- hngh, fuck! - fill up my pretty pussy, give me your- ahn- give me your babies?â
He nods, hand fumbling to rub at your clit. His fingers are mean, out of control, but the rough feel of his fingers against your clit is delicious nonetheless. Your head falls forward, and your hips get frantic, pace inconsistent as heat coils in your belly.Â
âClose, âm getting close-â you moan out. âNeed you to cum with me, make me full, can you do that for me?â
âMhmm, anything for you, love,â he says, eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself to the feeling of your gummy walls around him. âLove you, love you so much, please, canât hold on much longer, need to cum- oogh, fuck!â
With a soft ahn, ahn, ahn, youâre cumming around him, grinding your clit down into his hands as he cums, shooting his seed deep into you. You canât help but keep grinding down, dragging your orgasm out as long as possible. You shakily drag your hips to a stop, head falling forward to knock with his. You let out a soft breathy laugh as you swoop down to kiss him again, his cock finally starting to flag inside you. As you move to get up, he grabs your waist, wincing as he holds you on his cock.
âSorry honey, âm still sensitive,â he whimpers, twitching out a few more spurts of gooey cum into you. âCan- can you sit here, for a little longer?â
âOf course, Ken,â you say, smile soft as you place a kiss against his temple. âWhatever you need. Are you feeling better?â
âA little sore, for sure,â he notes, eyes roaming up your body. âThough youâre probably hurting too, is there anything I can do for you?â
You bark out a laugh, shaking your head. Really is such a gentleman, you think as you struggle to control your face. After all that, heâs worried about me?
âIâm okay, Ken, I wasnât the one hit with a curse, after all,â you note, hands absentmindedly running up his sides. He smiles up at you, eyes heavy with exhaustion, and pulls you down into him.
âHey, we need to clean up-â
âJust a second, darling,â he says, yawning as he speaks. âJust need a second to hold you, thatâs all.â
You melt against him, knowing that you werenât going anywhere any time soon. As his breath steadies and he drifts under you, you trace circles on his chest, letting your heavy eyes fall closed, too. Heâs right, just a secondâŚ
â â âÂ
You wake up with a jolt to a banging on the door, a chorus of voices on the other side.
âNanamin, I heard you got hit by a curse, are you okay??â
âBe quiet, Itadori, heâs probably trying to rest.â
âShut up, Fushiguro, you donât know that-â
âWill both of you shut up?? Either way, heâs definitely awake from all the racket youâre causing-â
You groan, tuning them out as you rub the sleep from your eyes. You glance up at your boyfriend, disagreeing with Nobara - Nanami was still asleep, a little bit of drool coming out of his open mouth. You cringe as you sit up, every muscle in your body burning in protest as you disentangle yourself from Nanami. You wince as you slide off his cock, his release trickling down your leg as you make an attempt to gather dress yourself. Nanami finally stirs awake, groaning softly as his bleary eyes peel open. His eyes find yours as your fumble through the clothes on the floor, throwing his pants to him. He rubs his eyes and rolls to sit on the edge of the bed, watching you intently.
âWe need to get dressed,â you say, voice scratchy with sleep. âThe kids want to see you.â
âMm, they canât wait a little longer? I want some alone time with my wife now that Iâm feeling better.â
âYour wife?â you say, grinning at him. âI know I gave you a good time, but you gotta put a ring on it first, mister.â
He laughs, pulling you against him and burying his head into your stomach. Your fingers come up to play with his hair, and he breathes you in, for a second.
Soon, he thinks. Soon Iâll put a ring on that finger.
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⥠All The Stars Aligned - EO 31 âĄ
Summary: Esteban is a huge fan of yours, so when he finds out he's going to a premiere for your new movie, he nearly shits himself.
Author's note: This was based on this request and I won't lie, I had quite a bit of fun writing this. I hope y'all like it! <3
WC: 2k+ some insta posts
CW: fangirl esteban, fluff, masterminding, pierre slapping the back of estebans head :)
The planets and the stars aligned, allowing Esteban to be in the same room, at the same time as you.Â
It was no secret that Esteban has had a massive crush on you, having watched everything youâve ever been in and gone through every piece of media youâve ever participated in - even voicing his crush for you on several occasions. Practically everyone knew of his crush on you, youâd even seen some of the things heâd say about you, flattering you and making your cheeks flush.Â
When his colleague, and friend, Charles Leclerc found out he was invited to the premiere, Charles knew he had to invite Esteban, and Pierre could come along as well.Â
Esteban's reaction was priceless when he found out he was going to be in the same room as you. His scream could be heard from across the paddock. Charles made sure to record his reaction to show you at some point, if he is able to make a move or two on you at the premiere.Â
Esteban knew he had to make a good first impression and come up with a plan on how he would make his move. Most people played checkers, but he was playing chess. Heâs gonna lay all the groundwork and then just like clockwork, the dominos will cascade in a line.Â
Now, Esteban had a few ideas on how he could impress you, but which one will be the best route? He could either pretend he doesnât know you and play it cool, but that would be impossible considering the whole world knows about his crush on you.Â
After some deliberation with Pierre and Charles, Esteban settles on what he calls âThe plan of all plans that will put all the other plans to shameâ, itâs a long title and he is well aware but who cares, heâs gonna be in the same room as his celebrity crush, no one would be chill if they were in his shoes right now.Â
The plan is simple really, in one of the films you starred in, you and your love interest communicated via handwritten signs on paper. Kind of like the âYou Belong With Meâ music video by Taylor Swift. Esteban came up with the idea because it is his favorite film ever and he thought itâd be a cute way to get your attention. Now, as for what he was gonna write on said piece of paper? He had no clue. He knew he was gonna carry at least two pieces of paper, one with an initial message and another with his phone number.Â
After much deliberation with himself, Esteban decided on a quote from a book he had read a long time ago. He wasnât sure if you would understand the reference but he thought it would be cute regardless.Â
Now, the amount of paper he went through, trying to make the sign look as perfect as he can, is not important information. Just know he went through hell trying to make everything perfect.Â
Esteban stood back for a moment to admire his work. A white piece of paper with the words âNo matter the weather, I want to be with youâ. If this fails, Esteban will never face the world again. Ok, thatâs a bit of a stretch but he would be very devastated.Â
The day of the premiere, the boys were in their hotel room getting ready, watching as Esteban nearly had a mental breakdown.Â
âNon, non, non, non.â Pierre and Charles hear coming from the restroom. They watch as Esteban comes racing out in only a pair of underwear, holding his dress shirt on a hanger. âIâve steamed AND ironed this shirt and thereâs still a fucking wrinkle on this fucking FUCK.â Esteban just screams.Â
Sharing a look of concern with each other, Pierre and Charles walk up to their friend to see if they can get rid of the wrinkle that he supposedly canât get rid of on his shirt.Â
Thereâs no wrinkle, âMate,â Pierre begins, putting a hand on Estebanâs shoulder, âThere is no wrinkle. The shirt has no wrinkles.â
âYes, it does! Itâs right there.â Esteban exclaims, pointing at a wrinkle free spot on the shirt.
With a sigh, Charles takes the shirt from Estebanâs hand and tells him, âIâll take care of the shirt, you finish getting ready. We need to be out the door in an hour.â âAn hour?! Oh mon dieu. I still need to iron my pants and donât even get me started on my hair.â Esteban says, rummaging through his suitcase, looking for god knows what.Â
Charles grabs Estebanâs pants and shirt with him into the restroom to iron and/or steam them. Meanwhile Pierre did the best he could in aiding Esteban whilst having a drink or two.Â
After a very chaotic hour of Hurricane Esteban, the boys were already walking out the door, making their way to the theater for the premiere. Of course, Esteban was still losing his head, asking the boys a million questions such as, âDid I bring the papers?â Oui, âDo I have my watch on?â Oui, âDo we have the correct location for the theater?â Oui, âDo we-â
âEsteban!â Pierre shouts, âShut up before I knock you out so hard, you wonât make it to the premiere.â giving the fakest smile known to man. This very quickly got Esteban to keep quiet.Â
By the time the boys arrive at the red carpet, Esteban is practically shaking in his boots. Heâs scanning the crowd over and over again, listening to everything and anything to get a sign as to where you are.Â
âMate, I think weâll know when she arrives. I think we will go deaf.â Charles reassures Esteban.Â
Esteban looks at his friend and realizes, maybe he can take a breather for now. He can try and calm his nerves before your arrival.Â
The boys felt so out of place and lost, they decided to stay in one spot until they found you. That plan didnât work in their favor though, after about 5 minutes, a crew member for the premiere came up and told the boys to move so that the photographers didnât have any obstructions in the photos. So they moved to another section of the red carpet, standing in place until they were told once again to move because some dancers would be coming by to do a performance. After being told to move about 8 times, the boys finally found a spot to settle into.Â
Esteban took this as a sign that he could finally begin to calm down and relax. They have a nice, safe spot now, one where it would be easy to spot you upon your arrival. Of course, this moment of calming didnât last long.Â
As soon as the crowd of fans started screaming their lungs out, Esteban joined in as well, even though he still hadnât caught sight of you yet. Charles and Pierre had to cover their ears, hoping they wouldnât lose their hearing at this moment.Â
Esteban had still been screaming for a minute straight before Pierre wrapped his hand around Estebanâs mouth, trying to calm him down, and keep him from embarrassing Charles and himself. Once Esteban had calmed down, he licked Pierres hand.Â
âPutain de salope.â Pierre grimaced, shaking his hand as if trying to flick off the spit, âPourquoi?â
âYou were gonna embarrass me! If Y/n saw you covering my mouth with your hand, who knows what she wouldâve thought?!â Esteban said, throwing his hands in the air.Â
Pierre just stared blankly at Esteban, âI wouldâve embarrassed you? Okay, mister. You were screaming your head off like a fucking goat. I just saved your ass.â
âWhatever, now, where is she?â Esteban stands on his toes, as if he isnât the tallest fucker there.Â
In the midst of forcing and faking smiles, your eyes met his through the crowd.Â
Putain de merde, thought Esteban. You looked absolutely ethereal in person. You were adorned in a pastel, tulle dress. Pink, green, and blue layers of fabric flow down your body, your torso wrapped by a corset of lace.
He could not stop staring at you, completely enamored by you.Â
In the blink of an eye, your silhouette started to make its way to him.Â
Remember that plan Esteban had? The one with the pieces of paper with a quote and his phone number? Yeah, he didnât remember. He was too starstruck to even remember his own name.Â
âHi, youâre Esteban, right? Iâm Y/n.â you state.Â
âI-, ye- eug- I-â is all Esteban could get out, that is until Pierre smacked the back of his head and ran off into the crowd, followed by Charles as he did not want to be left standing next to a stuttering Esteban. âHi, yeah. My name is Esteban. How are you?â. There was no hiding his heart eyes from you. It was so painfully obvious, written all over his face.Â
âIâm okay, kind of nervous, Iâll be honest. How about you? How are you finding this chaos?â
âItâs really interesting, actually. This is my first time doing something like this so Iâm enjoying the show.â he says, giving you the cheesiest smile ever. It was quite cute actually.Â
âIâm glad youâre enjoying yourself.â Just before you go to continue the conversation with Esteban, you get called away by your manager, needing you to complete some interviews before heading into the theater for the screening of your new movie.
âShit, Iâm sorry but I have to go. Iâll see you later though?â you ask, watching as Esteban nods his head in approval. As you pick up the skirt of your dress, turning to walk away, Esteban asks âHow did you know who I was? How did you know my name?âÂ
Without a word, you simply wink at him and make your way to your manager across the carpet.Â
Absolutely stunned, Esteban turns around to ask his friends if he just imagined that whole interaction, only to find no one around him. Where the fuck did they go?
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entertainmenttonight Y/n L/n stuns in new (i have no clue who created this dress, couldnât find the creator)âs dress, as she is welcomed by a warm crowd upon her arrival at the premiere of her new movie.
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User98 Did yall see y/n and esteban ocon together? đ
âłUser04 My worlds are colliding if thatâs true
âłUser77 whoâs esteban ocon?
âłUser32 heâs a f1 driver and he currently drives for the team Alpine!
User47 Y/n could hit me with her car and iâd say thank you
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It was nearing time for the boys to head into their assigned room in the theater to watch the film and Esteban was growing anxious by the minute. He really wanted to be seated soon so he didnât miss a moment of the film, but he couldnât find his dumbass friends.Â
After a few minutes of calling and texting them, receiving no reply, Esteban decided to just leave the boys wherever they were and he made his way inside the theater.Â
On his walk to the correct theater room, Esteban couldnât believe his eyes. The whole time he was freaking out about finding his friends, they were by the food tables the whole time?! Eating chocolate from a fountain?!
âHey! Where the fuck did you guys go? And why are you eating chocolate without me?â Esteban questioned, mainly upset about the chocolate.Â
With a mouth full of chocolate covered snacks, Charles explained âWe didnât want to be caught in the whirlwind of awkwardness that you were exhibiting. And then we found the fountain.â
Esteban just shook his head in disbelief, the utter betrayal he was feeling at the moment. He just took one last look at them before telling them to clean up so they could go sit in their seats.Â
When the boys made it to their seats, the screening was about to begin. They watched as the director of the film walked before the screen, only to realize which room they were in. They were gonna be watching the film with the cast and crew?! They all exchanged some looks of disbelief and wondered if perhaps they had walked into the wrong room. Upon inspection of their tickets, they were indeed in the correct room. But how?
After a quick Q&A with the cast and the director, the film began and through the entirety of it, Esteban was captivated. He couldnât even pay attention to the plot and the story running in front of him. Instead, he was captivated by you, the way your features would illuminate the entire room. His eyes were glued to your figure, always waiting for the next scene that would solely focus on you - you being the only thing that he wants to see for the rest of the night.Â
As soon as the film ended, the room erupted in applause and cheers for you and the cast. You and your colleagues stand and bow, thanking the audience for everything and applauding the crew members who helped the film become what it was.Â
As the applause and cheers continue, you turn, scanning the room for Esteban. Once youâve spotted him, you watch as he claps and shouts loudly with a smile plastered across his face. You take it as a chance to blow him a kiss. He all but falls to the floor, needing Pierre and Charles to catch him and hold him up.Â
You couldnât help but laugh at the scene. This man is the funniest and sweetest person youâve known, and you canât wait to see him afterwards.Â
As everyone leaves the theater, the boys slowly walk about, listening to Esteban rave about the film and how you were so beautiful and talented and smart. He was even gushing about the moment you blew him a kiss.Â
âTo me! She blew a kiss to me! Can you believe that?â he asks, pointing to himself and squealing like a kid in a candy shop.Â
Just as they're about to leave. Esteban feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns and is surprised to find you standing there.Â
âHey, howâd you find the film?â you ask.
âI really enjoyed it. You were amazing, of course. Probably the best part of the film in my opinion.Â
You softly laugh, âQuite the flatterer you are.â
âI tryâ Esteban shrugs, âehm, I wonât lie. When I found out I was going to be here and that I might get a chance to meet you, I sort of came up with a plan on how I was going to impress you and such. It didnât really go to plan, â you both laugh, âI had this plan where I was going to hold up a piece of paper, like as a reference to one of your movies, and then I had another paper with my phone number on it, where I asked you on a date.â
âCan I see the paper?â you ask, genuinely curious as to what it says.Â
You watch as Esteban reaches into his suit pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper and hands it to you. As you unfold the paper, your eyes widen when you read the words.Â
âOh my god! This is a quote from my favorite book, how did you know?â you look up at him, shock and surprise drawn all over your face.Â
âWhat? It is? I genuinely didnât know. I wrote it cause itâs from a book I read and I thought it was cute.â
You smile at his words, pocketing the paper for yourself.Â
âWell, I guess I have to be honest too. I was the one who orchestrated our first meeting.â
âHuh?â Esteban lets out, jaw dropped.Â
âIâve seen the edits and such that fans tag me in, of you talking about me. I then went down a rabbit hole of videos and stalking your instagram. I thought you were cute and funny and I really wanted to meet you. So, when I found out Charles was already invited to the premiere, I messaged him on instagram, asking if he could bring you with him. He agreed and then I had to make sure you were in the right spot for our meeting, a spot that was the most secluded on the carpet, so we could have an actual conversation. I had my team and some of the crew members keep pushing you boys to different spots of the carpet until you went to where I wanted you guys. I also had them place you in the same theater room as me for the actual preview of the movie.â you confess, feeling your face heat at the confession. What if he thought you were a freak?
âYou masterminded me.â was all he said.Â
âWhat?â you question.Â
âYou masterminded me. You were the one playing chess while I was playing checkers. I was supposed to be the one to mastermind you!â
The both of you stand there in silence before absolutely cackling over the fact that you both tried so hard to get the others' attention.Â
The chain reaction of countermoves assessed the equation of the two of you, so you couldn't lose.Â
-=+=-
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y/n such an enchanting night under the twinkling stars đŠˇ
Just wanted to say a quick thank you to the cast and crew who helped make all of this possible and to the fans for showing up and showing out! It was amazing meeting every single one of you and I canât wait for you all to see the filmÂ
You and I ended up in the same room, at the same time, because Iâm a mastermind đ
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User99 ehm, wtf is up with that last sentence?
Estebanocon was an amazing night and Iâm very thankful for our meeting đ
Charlesleclerc thank you y/n for inviting us, the film was wonderful (sorry about esteban btw)
âłUser44 now charles⌠wdym when you apologize for esteban đ¤¨
Pierregasly how he pulled you, i have no clue
âłUser01 WHAT?!
âłPierregasly what đ§âđŚŻ
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The Best for the Both of Them
This will be my first foray into writing fanfiction in a long long time so please be kind. Constructive Criticism is always welcome. Hate Mail is not. I also haven't used Tumblr in awhile so if anyone has any suggestions on how I can make my posts better or easier for you all to read, please let me know.
Rated: PG? WC: 4863
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 âIâll see you around Buckâ, Tommy stood for a second before he walked to the door and out of Evanâs loft. His mind was reeling from what he just did. Evan had been the best thing to ever happen to him, and he had just ended it. Did he do the right thing? He kept walking eventually coming to his truck. He got in and looked up at the windows to Evanâs loft. He saw his now ex-boyfriend standing there looking out at him.
               âThis is the best thing for both of us,â he told himself as he started the truck up and drove off towards his house, âIt was never meant to last anyways. Iâm his first not his lastâ he just kept telling himself that as a means of justifying it to himself. He felt tears start to well up in his eyes as he drove towards his house. He didnât want to do that. Evan was the sweetest and most caring person he had ever known. But he couldnât handle the heartbreak if he decided that Tommy wasnât enough for him. Yes that was an incredibly Biphobic mentality to have, and he knew it, but your brain is never logical when it comes to your emotions and your potential for heartbreak.
               He pulled into his driveway and turned off his truck. Sitting in his truck he let the tears start to roll down his cheeks. Sobs racked his body as he just let out all the sadness that he was feeling over what he had done. He desperately wanted to take out his phone and call Evan and say he was sorry. Say he didnât mean it. Beg him for forgiveness. But he knew he couldnât do that. No this was how it had to be.
               After about 10 minutes of the ugliest crying, he had ever done in his life, he composed himself, got out of his truck and head inside his house. It was going to be a long night, and he knew it. This was the best for the both of them.
***
               Tommy took a couple days off work so he could just get all his crying out. His work best friend, Jessica, had come by a couple times during that time to check in on him and see how he was doing. She reported to him that he always looked like shit and that he needed to pull himself together. She really didnât get it though did she. She had been with her husband for as long as he knew her.
               After the third day, Tommy again pulled himself together and compartmentalize all his emotions like he had grown accustomed to all those many years ago. Looking around his house he found so many things that reminded him of Evan. Some of his clothes that he had left behind after a night over, a toothbrush, some different knickknacks that he bought for Tommy to keep in his apartment to remind him. Sighing, Tommy picked up a box and started to place all of Evanâs items into it. He kept the pictures. And a hoodie. He may have broken up with Evan, but he didnât want to forget about him completely. He was a big part of his life for the past 6 months. Everything else went into this box.
               He spent the better part of a day trying to decide the best way to get these items back to Evan. He didnât feel ready to see Evan again so going to the loft to drop them off was probably not in the cards. Maybe Eddie or Chim could get them to him. Though not sure if that was going to be easy either. They were both closer to Evan than they were to him. Wouldnât hurt to try anyways.
               Tommy took out his phone and shot a quick text message off to Eddie. He didnât expect anything back right away, but little did he know, âYou fucked up budâ was all he got back at first.
âDonât you think I thought this through,â he responded back.
âDoesnât mean you didnât fuck upâ Eddie wrote back.
âI have a bunch of Evanâs stuff that he left at my place that needs to get back to him,â Tommy wrote quickly, âAnd I donât think either of us wants to see each other right now.â
âI spent the past 3 days with a very drunk Evan pining over you hard,â Eddie replied, âYou have no idea how badly this is affecting him.â
âHe doesnât know how this is affecting me either,â Tommy sent back, âCan I leave his stuff with you, and you give it to him?â
âYeah yeah yeah,â Eddie wrote back, âBut I think the two of you need to talk this out. Sometime before my liver gives out.â
               Tommy sighed and took the box to his Truck, meaning to head towards Eddieâs house. At least Eddie was still talking to him, which was a good sign. He hadnât fucked things up with the entire 118 at least. He drove about an hour to get to Eddieâs house. Seeing Evanâs Jeep parked out front, Tommy drove right past the front of Eddieâs house and parked a ways up the street so that he wouldnât be noticed. God, he needed to mature up, but he really didnât want to see Evan right now. He had just gotten himself to stop crying and he knew that if he saw him it would start the tears up again.
               Tommy slowly walked up towards Eddieâs house, navigating like some weird stalker up the sidewalk and deposited the box outside the door to Eddieâs house. He snapped a quick picture of the box and Eddieâs door and hurried down the walkway, sending a picture of the box to Eddie with a quick message of âI canât see him yet. The box is outside your door.â
               Tommy drove back to his place, hyperventilating a little bit over what could have happened. He needed to stay strong. This was the best for the both of them.
***
               It had been a month since he ended things with Evan. Work kept him busy so that was beneficial for him. He could throw himself into work and forget everything. He did tend to avoid using the mouth static because it reminded him of Evan. His captain was probably very appreciative of that.
               Tommy had taken to using Tinder to see if he could get someone to date again. He did miss the companionship that Evan gave. Someone to hold at night. Problem was that he was trying to pick a fish from the sea that was Gay LA. The amount of people that just wanted to have sex with him far outweighed the people looking for a nice date.
               He did find the rare gentlemen not looking for a quick fuck which was nice. Tommy wasnât ready to dip his toes back into THAT market just yet. Besides if he wanted that he would have been on Grindr, not Tinder. Men were just horndogs no matter where they were.
               Tommy swiped right on a handsome man that he saw and got the âMatchâ signal, so he started messaging this person. He was 5â6, fit, brown hair, blue eyes, worked as a nurse at one of the local hospitals. Tommy decided to go on a date with this guy. Have a nice dinner and a movie. That was his typical first date. Had it been that before Evan and will continue to be that after. He just needed to figure out a restaurant.
               The night of the date came, and Tommy met this new guy at the restaurant. His name was Bryant, and he was closer to Tommyâs age than Evan had been. He wouldnât admit it in person, but he felt a little bad when he and Evan were together since there was such a large age gap.
               Bryant had chosen a nice Vietnamese restaurant to meet up at, and Tommy would be picking the movie. They ordered their dishes after sitting and waited. Tommy looked around the room a bit, taking in his surroundings. It was a nice place, he thought, and then a thought he didnât want to have came up âEvan would really like this. He likes to try all kinds of new food.â
               He had to stop himself. He was drifting off into thinking of Evan and that wouldnât have ended well. Bryant was talking and Tommy hadnât heard a thing he said in his revelry. God he was the worst person to go on a date with right now. His thoughts constantly running back to Evan like some kind of sick masochist. No, he wouldnât let that man keep such a vice grip on his heart. This was the best of the both of them.
***
               It had been 6 months since he had broken up with Evan. He had managed to match with about 10 very nice gentlemen in that time, and failed to go on a second date with about 6 of them. Why was he so bad at this? It was never this bad with Evan. Not even remotely. They always got along and always had things to talk about.
               Sitting down at the coffee shop, a handsome Latin man sitting across from him, Tommy sipped at his drink while half listening to the man talking about his life. He was interested, really he was. He just couldnât make his mind focus. It kept going back to thoughts of Evan.
               The bell above the door rang as someone came in again. They were sitting near to the door, so Tommy had a birdâs eye view of the people walking in. And what he saw made his heart clench in his chest. Walking in through that doorway was Evan. He was there with a very beautiful blonde woman. God, he looked amazing still. Hopefully he didnât see Tommy.
               Quickly looking away, Tommy hoped against all hope that Evan didnât notice him. He didnât want to create a scene or end things badly on this date. His date seemed to notice as he asked what was going on?
               âEx-boyfriend just walked in,â Tommy replied. His breathing had slightly deepened after Evan walked into the shop, so he suggested that they take their drinks and go for a walk.
               He couldnât be in the same room with Evan. It was too hard to see him. He did look happy though. Walking out of the coffee shop, his date heading out before him, he glanced back hoping, while also not hoping, to catch a glimpse of Evan again. Looking right at him, his blue eyes trying to hide a sadness that he could match was Evan. God how he missed that man. He turned back around and left the coffee shop, not wanting to feel the pain that his heart was currently feeling. This was the best for the both of them.
***
               It had been three days since Tommy saw Evan at the coffee shop. Things had fizzled out again with the latest in a long line of dates he had gone on. Honestly, it was getting a little depressing for him. But he kept on trying. Maybe one day someone will click with him.
               His phone buzzed and he absently picked it up without looking to see who the message was from and opened it. His heart skipped a beat when he looked at it. It was from Evan and just said one word âHeyâ.
               Tommy was freaking out a bit. He hadnât expected this to happen. He had taken a break and wanted Evan to experience his life now. He would have done the same had he been the first for a gay man. It wasnât fair to tie someone down into a relationship if they hadnât fully experienced life to its fullest.
               âHey,â Tommy replied back, âSaw you at the coffee shop a few days ago. You look goodâ
               Tommy stared at the screen at the Typing bubble showed up on his phone. It was agonizing waiting to hear back. One minute. Two minutes. Was he writing the next great American novel over there?
               âIt was nice to see you as well,â was the reply. Eight words? It took him that long to write eight words? The typing bubble showed up again, âCan we meet up? I have some things I need to talk to you about.â
               Tommy stared at his phone. Could he do this? It had been 6 months. Surely things had settled between them enough that they could have a cordial meet up right? âI could do that. Do you know a place?â
               âLetâs get pizza for old times sake,â Evan replied. Tommy felt his heart beat a little harder in his chest, âYou know the place. Did you want me to pick you up or meet you there?â
               Tommy stared at the phone. While he would have loved to go there together, he knew that he couldnât. Not easily anyways. 6 months they had been apart but every thought in his mind was about Evan. He had never had a relationship with anyone, quite like the one he had with Evan. There was something about it, âI can meet you there. 8 pm? Know a day?â
               âCan we meet tonight?â Tommyâs heart fluttered in his chest. Did he dare accept?
               While his brain was overthinking every situation that could come of this, his heart took control of his hands and he typed back, âThat can work. Iâll see you there.â
               âSee you there,â was the reply. Tommy put his phone down and let out a breath that he didnât realize he had been holding. This could go so many ways. Picking up his phone again and looking at the time, Tommy had about 3 hours to get ready. The Pizza place that Buck wanted to go to wasnât too far from where Tommy lived. Maybe a 30 minute drive. It gave him time to look his best. They may be broken up, but Tommy definitely didnât want Evan to see him look a mess.
               He went about getting ready and he felt his heart fill with joy a little bit. He also started to have second thoughts on the breakup. Was this the best for the both of them?
***
               Tommy walked up to the entrance to the restaurant at just before 8 pm. He was trying not to hyperventilate about what was about to happen. He stopped at the door and stood for a second, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down before he walked in.
               He could see Evan sitting at a table off to the right of the entrance. Tommy had a little bit of a chuckle. His brain was not thinking in perfect thoughts right now, but he just loved the idea of him picking a table slightly to the right of centre when the last happy conversation they had was about the Kinsey Scale and how Tommy was a solid 6.
               He walked over and sat in the chair across from Evan, âHeyâ he said. It was his general greeting for everyone.
               âHey,â Evan looked up to him, a light of what looked like happiness hiding in his eyes, âThank you for comingâ
               âI didnât have anything planned for tonight,â Tommy smiled but his eyes just kept taking in this man sitting in front of him. God he was beautiful, âYour text caught me by surprise though. Canât say I was expecting it, but it was a nice surprise.â
               âYeah, well when I saw you at the coffee shop, I knew I had to reach out,â Evan smiled and looked down at his hands, âIt just took me 3 days to send that first message. I kept psyching myself out and telling myself not to and that you hated me and that you didnât want to hear from meâ
               âI could never hate you EvâŚBuck,â Tommy quickly changed the name he called him. He had been thinking of his as Evan for so long that he had forgotten that friends call him Buck, âI was the one who broke it off with you. If anything, you should be hating me.â
               Tommy saw Evan deflate a bit when he changed the name he called him. But what was he supposed to do? They were broken up. And as much as Tommy wished it, they werenât going to get back together. Tommy had messed that up already with what he said when they broke up. The best he could hope for is salvage and become friends and just watch from the outside and be supportive while Evan found someone new.
               âI could never hate you either Tommy,â He whispered. He was still looking down. Tommy reached across the table and gently put a couple fingers underneath Evans chin and lifted his head so they could look each other in the eye. Tommy was a little shocked to see the barest hint of what could only be tears in Evans eyes.
               Tommy coughed quickly, âAnyways should we order something? I want to hear all about your life since the last time we saw each other.â
               Tommy picked up his menu and used it to hide his face a bit. The tears and look of sadness on Evanâs face was going to get to him if he didnât compose himself. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
               They eventually ordered a pizza to share and some drinks, âSo the woman I saw you at the coffee shop was very pretty. Did things go well?â
               Evan was a little taken aback by that statement, âYou think sheâs pretty? I thought you were a 6 on the Kinsey Scale?â
               âJust because I can notice when someone is attractive doesnât mean that I want to immediately have sex with them,â Tommy chuckled. That broke the downer mood that had been soaking the two of them since the moment he sat down. Evan chuckled as well, âSociety has its standards of beauty in men, women, and anyone in between. These are drilled into us from an early age. You ask a straight man who the most attractive man to them is, and I can almost guarantee you that they will give you one of the Chrises or one of the Ryanâsâ
               Evan smiled at that, âChrises and Ryanâs?â This man was clueless sometimes. Tommy smiled at him. This man could find a substack about some 200 year old cowboy but he knew nothing about the Kinsey Scale or the Chrises and Ryans.
               âWell first you have the easy ones, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, and Chris Pratt. They have all been in Marvel movies, so everyone knows about them. Then you toss in Chris Pine, and you have the Chrises. Chris Pine is the odd one out as he hasnât been in Marvel, and he has what some people call an Odd Attractiveness. The other Chrises are conventionally attractive,â Tommy took a sip of his drink before he continued, âThen you have the Ryanâs. Ryan Reynolds and Ryan Gosling. Both very attractive men in their own rights and both very famous for various different reasons.â
               âI never thought of it that way,â Evan replied, âI always thought that just because you were straight or gay you didnât really notice the other gender.â
               âWell, you have much to learn my Baby Bi,â Tommy chuckled, âYou didnât answer my question though. How did things go with the blonde at the coffee shop? Donât think you can change the subject by claiming your naivety in things around the LGBT+ world.â
               Evan smiled and it melted Tommyâs heart, it was good to see him like this, âIt went OK. We arenât planning anything else though. Seeing you at the shop put me in a bit of a mood.â
               âIâm sorry about that,â Tommy replied, âShe looked like she was your type. Well, I think. I donât really know your type when it comes to women.â
               âI donât really have a type when it comes to anyone really,â Evan explained, âI just find certain people attractive and decide then and there if I want to date them. She was pretty but not what I was looking for I guess.â
               âWell, that sucks,â Tommy replied, âI havenât had much luck either. Nothing clicks I guess.â
               âIts hard to find something like what we had,â Evan replied. He sounded sad again. Tommy didnât know how to make him happy again right now, so he just took a bite of his pizza on his plate.
               They ate in silence, Tommy sneaking glances at Evan, hoping he wouldnât notice. He thinks he got caught at least once and quickly started looking off into the restaurant, trying to hide what he was doing. This was truly one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. He was a fool for letting this go.
               After they finished their pizza, it was time for dessert. Evan ordered a tiramisu, and Tommy ordered his usual Spumoni. What could he say, it was his favorite. And when you know you like something, you always go back to it.
               While Tommy was thinking to himself, he caught sight of a spoon reaching across the table and taking a piece out of his dessert, âHey!â
               Evan smiled as he placed the frozen dessert into his mouth. Tommy smiled a little. Picking up his spoon, Tommy reached across and took a scoop of Evans dessert. He got an indignant little squeak from Evan over that as he raised it to his mouth, âAllâs fair in love and war Evan.â
               Tommy watched as Evanâs smile grew wider as he heard his name spoken out loud. Tommy didnât realize that it was going to happen. He smiled a bit before taking the bite of Buckâs dessert.
               They back and forth stole each otherâs desserts until there was nothing left on the plate, and they were giggling like two school boys who had seen something naughty, âI miss this,â Evan said with a sigh, âI miss you.â
               Tommy stopped giggling and looked directly at Evan. Had he heard what he thought he heard?
               âI miss seeing you come home after work, covered in soot. I miss standing in the kitchen cooking us dinner, you coming up behind me just to hold me. I miss waking up in your arms,â Evan continued, âI miss us.â
               âEvan,â Tommy tried to get him to stop. This was hurting him too much, but Evan lifted up a hand.
               âLet me finish,â Evan continued to talk, âWe came here to talk about life so let me finish and then you can have your say,â He put his hand down and took a breath, âOver the past 6 months I admit that I did try dating new people. Men, women, I think I went out with a non-binary person once as well. And each and every one of those ended the same. Me alone in my loft. They always ended up the same because of one thing. They werenât you. None of them were you. It took me a while to fully understand what happened between us.
               Tommy stared at Evan as he spoke. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes and he tried to stop them, but they just started to fall down his cheeks. He hadnât wanted this. He just wanted to talk to Evan again. To be a part of his life again.
               âI realize now that I wanted the future with the idea I had of you. I wanted the idea I had of you move in with me in my Loft, which lets face it, was a ridiculous thing to say at the time,â Tommy noticed that Evan was essentially talking to his hands as they wrung a napkin in his hands, âAnd it took me talking to Maddie, Eddie, Josh, and basically everyone in the 118 to realize what I did to you. And to understand why you did what you did. You were scared. You were scared of being hurt and I understand that now. You didnât want to be hurt so you hurt yourself and me in the process.â
               The tears were steadily going down Tommyâs cheeks at this point. He wasnât a super emotional person. He worked in a life or death job. He saw people die all the time. He could compartmentalize everything. But right now, he was failing at that.
               âI tried to hate you at the start of it,â Evan still hadnât looked up. Why wouldnât he look at Tommy, âI tried really hard. But I couldnât. You had just broken my heart, and I couldnât hate you. It wasnât until a month in when I was visiting Maddie at work, and the wise gay sage that is Josh was there and he gave me some words of wisdom, âYou jumped ahead too far. You are currently seeing a future with who you think Tommy is. Not who Tommy actually is. And until you figure out which one you want to have a future with, you need to sit back and think about what it is you truly want. Do you want the idea of Tommy that you have? This unattainable statuesque Greek God of a man. Or do you want Tommy, the man who was engaged to a woman for 2 years, who had to survive the military at the height of Donât Ask, Donât Tell. Tommy who is scarred beyond what you can see. And when you decide which, it is that you want, well the universe will bring you what you need.â And then he just made a dramatic exit from the room.â
               Tommy chuckled a little while the tears kept flowing. He kept looking towards Evan, âNow I know that it was you who broke things off with me, in a not very classy fashion by the way,â Evan finally looked up from the napkin he had basically shredded into tiny pieces during his speech, âBut I wanted to see if maybe, you wanted to try again? Try being together? It took me awhile to realize that I wanted the Tommy with all the scars that I never got a chance to learn about. The visible and invisible ones. You donât need to answer right away. I can give you time to think about it. But I know that it is you that I want. You that I need in my life. You that I see a future with.â
               Tommy stood up, his eyes blurry at this point, walked around the table towards Evan, leaned down, placed his hand gently on Evanâs chin, and kissed him with as much love and passion as he could muster. He didnât want this to stop. He couldnât let this stop. Of course he wanted Evan back.
               The kiss ended and they were both breathless. The noise of the restaurant hadnât died down so hopefully nobody was staring at their very obvious display, âShould I take that as a yes?â Evan was breathless and Tommy was as well. He nodded his head vigorously.
               Evanâs smile became the widest that Tommy had ever seen. He didnât know how to take that. Evan grabbed him and pulled him in close, nuzzling his head into the crook of Tommyâs neck, âWe should probably pay the bill and go I guess,â Tommy said eventually, enjoying holding Evan again. It had been too long, and he missed the gentle breathing.
               Tommy reluctantly let Evan go so they could pay their bill and head out, âHouse or Loft?â Evan asked as they walked out the door.
               âHuh?â Tommy was confused.
               âHouse or loft? If you think Iâm going to spend tonight alone, you have another thing coming. So will we spend the night at the house or loft?â Evan explained.
               Tommy smiled, realizing that this was all his again. This perfect man, with his substacks, his belief in curses and his random spirals into insanity. This was all his again. Walking towards his truck, Tommy smiled and said, âHouse,â before getting in, âThough weâll need to stop by your loft to grab some items for you for the morning after.â
               Tommy watched as Evan smiled. That smile always made him melt. Before he had met Evan, he was reserved. He had slowly started to come out of his shell a bit. To be more of the man that Evan had seen he could be. He still had worked to do before he was that person. But with Evan by his side, maybe he could be that person. Maybe the idea of Tommy that Evan had in the past could be the Tommy he gets in the future. Only time would tell at least.
Sitting on the drivers side of his truck, Evan on the passengers side, Tommy shifted his truck into gear and backed out of his parking stall. He felt a hand over top of his on the gear shift and smiled. This. This was what was best for the both of them.
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And that's the end of that. Thank you all for reading. I wrote this because S8xE06 really irked me so I wanted to fix it somehow. Let me know what you think.
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Long time no see, Ms. VP
ęŠ Chapter 1.
ęŠ Synopsis. The life of the party wasnât really for you. An unexpected encounter happens, for the better or for the worse.
ęŠ Paring. Bonten!Ran x Fem!Reader
ęŠ Chapter warnings. None
ęŠ WC. 2.1k
ęŠ a/n. Not particularly proud of this one but itâs mostly an introduction chapter, so no smut, sorry! But wait for next chapter ;)
The sound of multiple voices echoed through the hallways, where students were waiting for class time. Some were mindlessly chatting between themselves while others were reading or studying, or whatever.
Ran, however, was attending his favorite activity of the day. The only thing that was worth him leaving his bed so early in the morning.
- "Haitani! Stop playing around and put it on!"
A feminine voice echoed in the hallway. Her uniform was neatly worn, her shirt ironed and her skirt covering her knees. The scowl on her face was the reason he still came here in the first place. Well, that and the fact he wanted to graduate from highschool.
- "Chill out, whatâs the big deal? Itâs just a tieâŚ"
He almost couldnât stop an amused smile to form on his face. It was just so funny to him, how dedicated she was for something so small.
- "Itâs a dress code violation!"
She corrected, her face scrunching up even more. It was always the same with him. Heâd always find a way to piss her off for God knows what reason.
A loud sigh escaped his lips, his fingers circling the edge of the glass. There were days like this. His sleep schedule was off, work was shit, traffic was bad and the bartender somehow managed to fuck up his drink the first time.
He was bored out of his mind. It wasnât in his habits to stay on the side, but he didnât seem to find anyone interesting.
His gaze trailed down on the first floor where a mass of people was dancing, bumping into each others. He couldnât distinguish any any faces, not like he really cared. For some reason, his eyes landed on a girl, chatting with what seemed like her friend. She had a beautiful smile.
- "You should smile more often, suits you."
- "Stop being so stuck up for once, smile and have a good time."
- "Thereâs that beautiful smile~"
Those memories seemed almost foreign to him. He wasnât expecting those particular memories to flood through his mind. What was her name?.. He didnât remember.
- "Chill, VP. Youâre gonna get all wrinkled."
He almost chuckled. Itâs been a long time since the last time he thought about her. The recollection of her signature scowl felt bittersweet.
- "Huh? You didnât hear? She movedâŚ"
He still remembers the churning of his stomach at those words. The confusion, the disbelief, the anger.
Why didnât she tell me?
Ah, who cares anyways.
It was years ago, he didnât remember her face, let alone her name⌠No need to dwell over this.
So why did he find himself walking down the stairs of the club, his eyes fixated in her direction?
He needed another drink.
He got closer to the bar, ignoring the lingering thought to just go and see that woman, just to get the confirmation she wasnât who he thought she was. Suddenly, he felt something, someone bump into his back.
The woman apologized, but it was all white noise to him. He shrugged it off with a gesture of his hand, before walking away.
- "Haitani ? Is that you ?"
He heard a voice, realization hitting him. Ah, he remembered her name now.
- "Haitani ! Youâre late again !"
- "Why do you keep getting yourself in trouble, Haitani ?!"
- "Haitani⌠You againâŚ"
He turned around, a small smile on his face. The first one of the night.
It really was her. How amusing.
- "Well, well⌠Isnât it our dear student council vice president ?"
You looked around the place, a hint of nervousness in your eyes. You never really enjoyed the atmosphere in clubs. It was packed, loud and hot. But tonight wasn't about you. Tonight was your best friend bachelorette party, and what she says goes, even if it meant keeping her company in this ridiculously fancy club.
- "(Y/N) ! Why aren't you having fun ?"
You heard her crisp voice directed at you. She was a bit pouty, something you wouldnât expect from a grown woman like her, but you were used to it by now.
- "I am having fun !"
You lied. After all, you werenât going to tell her the truth about being bored and annoyed out of your mind at her big night. You didnât want to ruin it.
She rolled her eyes, getting closer to you. She leaned in closer in a slight wobbly demeanor, probably to whisper something. Yeah, she was definitely tipsy.
- "Do you know why I chose this club ?"
She asked, her voice teasing and playful. It was your turn to roll your eyes.
- "Because you would take any occasion to spend your money in luxurious establishments ?"
You arched a brow, even though your tone was a bit playful as well. She scoffed, light-heartedly nudging your shoulder.
- "Because⌠I was thinking⌠if there is a chance a man took interest in you⌠let him at least be rich !"
She said humorously, making you roll your eyes again. You swore youâd end up cross eyed by the end of the night.
- "But seriously though, youâre thirty and still single !"
Her words made you wince slightly. You were aware that the more you waited, the harder it will get to find someone. It wasnât your fault, you were just⌠not really good at flirting. You sighed, on your way to get another drink.
As you made your way to the bar through the mass of dancing people, you bumped into someone. You immediately apologized, not yet looking at the face of the lanky man you bothered. As you looked up, trying to get a better look at the stranger, you were met with a familiar pair of violet eyes.
- "S-Stop looking at me like that, Haitani!.."
- "Like what ?"
- "Like youâre coming up with an evil plan or somethingâŚ"
But before you could say anything, the man turned his back at you, making his way to the bar. Panic filled you, not wanting to let him go, for some reason.
- "Haitani ? Is that you ?"
You found yourself saying, unable to stop the words from coming out of your mouth. You needed to know if it was him. It probably wasnât, but the worst that can happen was an embarrassing moment. However, you saw the man stop, he had that smile on his face.
- "You know youâre creepy, HaitaniâŚ"
- "Damn, you really have no filter, do you ?"
- "Itâs the way youâre smiling⌠like you have something on your mind."
You never wanted to admit how much you loved that smile.
- "Well, well⌠Isnât it our dear student council vice president ?"
His words made your eyes widen. It was him. The troublemaker that managed to lighten up your high school years. You were faced with a mixture of clashing feelings. Of course, you were surprised, pleasantly so. So why didnât you find the strength to smile at him ? Was it because it has been such a long time ? Or was it because of the gnawing guilt that crushed you ?
You left without saying goodbye.
You managed to give him an awkward smile. You didnât really know what to do. Part of you wanted to talk to him, but the other part was calling you stupid. You knew what you were doing when you moved. You knew you wouldnât tell him anything, you knew you wouldnât tell him goodbye. You knew you would hurt him.
But⌠past was past, right?..
- "Itâs been a while since the last time Iâve been called thatâŚ"
You laughed awkwardly, still trying to get your head around the fact that Ran Haitani was standing in front of you. He was⌠well, how could you even describe your relationship?..
You were polar opposite. You were part of the student council, and he was your worst nightmare. At first, at least.
You only saw him smile, but somehow, it didnât hit the same as it did in high school. Maybe because it wasnât the smile you remembered.
This wasnât his teasing, shit eating grin. It was more like a cold, calculating smirk. Scrutinizing you, sizing you up. Almost hypocritical. It was an unpleasant feeling.
He had changed. A lot. Of course, it has been more than ten years but⌠you wouldnât have recognized him if it werenât for those lazy violet eyes of his. You remembered the way you would lecture him on his long hair, and how it wasnât âappropriate for schoolâ or bullshit like that. His short hair made him look more⌠mature, in a way. You almost found yourself wanting to run your hand in the lilac strands. You cleared your throat, trying to find something to say. But it was hard with his studying gaze fixated on you. But before you could say anything, you saw him taking out a pack of cigarettes.
- "Care to join me for a smoke ?"
The chilly wind made you shiver slightly, but it was still better than the suffocating atmosphere inside the club. Maybe you shouldâve worn a longer dress to accommodate the cold weather of November. You looked at the tall man beside you, who didnât seem bothered by the cold. You sighed, feeling the wind blow the smoke of his cigarette in your direction. He had a somewhat distant look, one you donât think youâve ever seen before.
- "So, you came back, after all."
You heard him saying, still looking into the distance. You glanced at him inquisitively, not quite understanding his statement.
- "In Tokyo, I mean."
He clarified, making you hum in acknowledgment. You moved out of Tokyo when you were seventeen, in the middle of the school year. Well, it was about that time too, in November. You still remember your class already thinking about Christmas, planning winter outings with their friends, Christmas dates⌠You even remember planning to get a gift for him. But that was before you got the news that you would go live with your mother. This sudden change didnât enchant you, but you didnât really have your say on the matter.
- "Yeah⌠I came back to go to college."
You finally answered, not really looking at him. You didnât want to talk about how you left without saying anything, even though you knew you would have to, eventually. What were you thinking, back then ? Maybe you just didnât want to say goodbye, so you didnât. If only you could remember.
You looked back at him, only to find out he was staring right at you. You felt almost small under his piercing gaze. You wish you could find that easiness and that tranquility from back then. But you couldnât. Now the air was heavy and it felt like there was a wall between the two of you. You wish you had the strength, the right to break that wall, but you couldnât. Nothing was like before, and you couldnât do anything about it.
Was it wrong to want it to be like back then ? You were both adults now. You couldnât afford that nonchalance you both had years ago. Those days, so far away yet so vivid in your memory. You remember now.
You were in love with him. Maybe thatâs why you were so scared to say goodbye.
The silence felt heavy on your shoulders, and none of you were saying anything. You were just standing there while he was smoking his cigarette. Back then, he wouldâve already tried to piss you off at least 3 times. But he didnât.
- "What ?"
You asked, wanting to know why he was staring at you so much. In fact, you dreaded the question you knew was on the tip of his tongue. After the few seconds, he spoke.
- "Nothing. This dress looks nice on you."
You didnât know how to react. Maybe it just⌠didnât matter to him. You wished it did, though. You gripped the guardrail, looking at one of Tokyoâs tall buildings. The old you wouldâve stammered over her words at a compliment from him. But it wasnât the Ran you knew, you realized that. It was no use reminiscing the good olâ time, it was all gone.
- "Thank you."
Then the silence again. You wondered why you even followed him in the first place. Perhaps you were looking for an occasion to justify yourself. It was crazy, because none of it would even matter if you hadn't landed on him tonight. All of those memories wouldâve stayed locked up deep into the abyss of your mind if his eyes hadnât met yours. Suddenly, a small vibration cut through the heavy silence. You took out your phone, looking at the text you just received.
|Bitch where r u 12:47am
|Im worried 12:49am
You sighed, knowing it was time to part ways. You would probably not see him again, maybe it was for the best.
- "I should go, my friendâs looking for me."
He didnât say anything for a moment, silently bringing the stick to his lips.
- "Yeah."
He simply answered. You didnât know whether to be disappointed or glad he was letting you go this easily. You finally decided you shouldnât care.
You turned away, walking back inside the building, not sparing him a last glance, the air filled with unspoken words.
Hi guys! I hope you are all doing okay. Im back with my first long fic, and i hope you'll like it! Dont hesitate to point out mistakes i might have made, english isnt my first language. If you have any questions about it, my inbox is open! Tell me if you want to be tagged.
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The Infection. Wanda Maximoff. Chapter 1
Wanda's not here. We are all that remains.
Summary: After a mission overseas, you return to the compound and meet up with Peter Parker. But something unknown attacks the base, and you soon learn who's behind the carnage.
Warnings: Infected Wanda, uneasy atmosphere, violence, suspense.
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoy reading this first chapter. There will be more to come.
You huffed as you dried hair after taking a well-deserved hot shower. Today had been grueling and unforgiving. The muscles in your body ached badly from the slightest bit of movement, and your eyes could barely stay open. But this wasn't a first-time experience for you. It was one you had done numerous times with the Avengers. The scars down your back, chest, and arms each held a story worth telling.
It had been over a year now since joining their team. A day that you'd never likely forget about. But unlike a majority of them. You didn't wear a suit of armor, possess secret powers, or have superhuman strength. No, you were a normal person, but not without the means to defend yourself. Your old life had taught you many lessons, and that was what aided you the day it all changed.
You neatly folded the towel and hung it over the heated rack. Sighing, you picked up your phone and opened it to check if Wanda had seen your messages. Two messages you'd sent half an hour ago had still gone unseen. Now you were getting worried. You typed up another message to send to her.
Wanda, I'm starting to really worry about you. You only said a few words to me or anyone when we left Sokovia, and then you suddenly disappeared as soon as we got back. If you need space, I understand, but please communicate with me. I love you so much, and I'm here for you. â¤ď¸
Your mind pondered on the circus of theories as to what could've made Wanda so distant that she'd dissappear from everyone.
Did going back to Sokovia reawaken her painful memories? Should you have said more to comfort her? Was she planning on breaking up with you?
You snapped out of those delusional thoughts and exited the bathroom, switching off the lights and carrying your uniform over your forearm. The smell of fabric triggered deep memories of nostalgia from days long gone. You gently placed the outfit on the bed and searched for clothes for the evening.
Ding!
Your heart skipped a beat hearing the notification. You nearly stumbled forward, trying to get your leg through your sweatpants, hoping that Wanda had finally answered your messages. You scooped up your phone and opened to see it was a text message from Peter Parker.
Hey, I'm swinging in now. Meet you at the entrance?
Oh shit. You mumbled, realizing you had forgotten about your plans to hang out with Peter. You had been so overwhelmed with the stress of Wanda that you'd completely forgotten about tonight. It was something you'd planned out for some time, and you had been looking forward to it.
Peter wasn't a part of the Avengers, and that made it almost impossible for you two to see one another. You first met Peter when Tony Stark recruited him to help with a mission. Peter preferred to work alone and stick to being a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. But the day you two met, there was an instant connection.
You ruffled your hair, trying to ease the sudden anxiety of forgetting the hangout. Reluctantly, you texted Peter back.
Sure, I'll meet you by the entrance.
A few seconds later Peter replied.
See you soon.
You pocketed your phone and fixed your hair after messing it up out of frustration. I suppose tonight wouldn't be so bad. After all, you were in need of a break after the eventful day. You walked out of the room into the hallway toward the elevator. Your fingers pressed the top button, and the doors grumbled open. You stepped inside and waited for the lift to arrive at the bottom.
Once you had arrived, you eagerly squeezed through the still-opening elevator doors. The anxiety and excitement of seeing Peter clashed inside you like swords on a battlefield. Your eyes caught him just walking in through the front entrance. He seemed to be struggling to stuff his mask into his jacket.
"Are you struggling a little bit there, Parker?" You snickered. "No, it just won't. Ah, I got it," Peter said. He turned to look at you only to be greeted with a tight embrace. Peter hugged you back, and you winced. "Oh, are you okay?" Peter gasped. "Yeah, I'm just sore from today. I'll talk about it later. But it's great to see you again, Peter. How have you-" An unwelcomed smell entered your nostrils, and you immediately asked, "Okay, why do you smell like pizza?"
Peter clearly embarrassed and turning red answered sheepishly, "Because I've been delivering pizzas."
"Wait, you're delivering pizzas now?" You asked almost a bit taken aback. "When did this start?" "Oh, I started a few months back," Peter told. A thought came to your mind and it made you snort. "Please tell me you've been swinging around in your costume when delivering them, oh please," you prayed. Peter smiled to hide his embarrassment as he admitted to it. You laughed, imagining how confusing it must look for New Yorkers seeing Spider-Man deliver pizzas. "Oh, my gosh, that's brilliant. I can imagine J. Jonah Jamerson is printing a front page for that one. Speaking of that, what happened to taking pictures of yourself for that knucklehead?" You asked, nudging Peter's side.
"I-I've still been doing that. The pizza delivery job is just some extra work." Peter explained. "How come?" You asked. "Well, it's just I've been a little bit behind on rent." Peter told.
"Do you need money?" You asked. "No, no, please, I can't take any of your money. I'll figure something out." Peter assured.
"Peter, if you need help, we -" Peter immediately dismissed your offer again. "No, it's fine, really. I have it under control." You breathed out through your nose to keep your sigh of frustration hidden. "Okay, but please, if you change your mind. We are all here for you."
"I appreciate it, Y/N, thanks." Peter thanked with a cute smile.
You pressed the button for the elevator doors to open. "Tonight, we're just going to relax and enjoy ourselves," you said. "Are you up for a movie and some board games?" "Sounds great, let's do it." Peter agreed. As you both entered the elevator, you pressed for the top floor.
"Is everyone here tonight?" Peter asked. You scratched an itch on your nose before answering, "Yeah, everyone's here. We recently got back from a mission in Sokovia." "Sokovia?" Peter repeated with a peak of interest dripping from his quirky voice. "Yeah, Wanda informed us of another Hydra base there," you explained. "Did you find out what they were doing there?" Peter inquired. "Not yet. We're still reviewing the data we saved before it was all wiped clean. But from what I could gather is that Hydra was running some kind of experiments."
"Experiments?" "What kind?" Peter asked. "Some kind of human testing. We were concerned about there being new super humans. But again, we won't fully know as half the data was destroyed when we began our assault."
"Mhm, so everything else is okay?" Peter asked. "Yeah, everything's... f-fine." You answered, not trying your best to hide the stress and worry for Wanda that was eating you like a cancer.
"Hey, you okay?" You glanced back up at Peter and stuttered with your explanation. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine just tired."
"Are you sure?" Peter asked again.
"Yeah, I'm sure," you whispered with a half convincing smile.
The mini screen in the corner of the elevator caught your attention. For some bizarre reason, the floor numbers seem to have frozen in time. But that's when you noticed the shift in Peter's expression. His eyes were wide like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Peter?" "Peter what's wrong?" You asked. Those few seconds felt like a lifetime time before Peter answered, "Y/N, something's wrong, something's -"
The elevator suddenly stopped.
You both froze in place, feeling the rumble of the elevator throughout your bodies. The lights from above flickered on and off until darkness followed. "What happened to the power?!" You exclaimed whilst frantically pushing the buttons on the panel. Nothing worked. Peter stepped toward the doors, prying his fingers in-between them. The young hero grunted with effort as he separated the doors. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Peter stepped out first, keeping his arm out in front of you in a protective manner. His eyes scanned the darkened hallway for any sudden movements.
"W-What's going on?" You muttered.
"Y/N, listen to me. There's something very dangerous nearby. Whatever it is, we need t-"
The thundering sound of clanging echoed through the floors above. You looked up toward the ceiling, listening to the deafening noises. But what came next was unlike anything you'd heard before. A loud screeching roar beyond human capability, and it made every hair on your body stand up. You started to hyperventilate, feeling the vibration of it throughout your body. "W-What was..." You choked out through your panicked breaths.
"Come on!" Peter exclaimed as he shoved the staircase door open. You raced after Peter with the adrenaline, igniting and fueling your body like a soldier charging onto the battlefield. As you climbed the stairs, the sound of gunfire and yelling was growing louder with every step. "Come on, Y/N!" Peter yelled from above. "We're almost at the top!" You leaped up the last set of stairs when you heard the screeching of Peter's shoes. You halted thinking Peter had come face to face with what was responsible. But as you looked up, there was nothing but what remained of the stairway door.
You slowly stepped up onto the walkway and inspected the scene of the crime. The door had been torn apart from the center and pulled inward. But what caught your eye made your heart skip a beat. Carved deep into the metal of the door appeared to be the workings of something with sharp claws.
"What could've done this?" You whispered.
Peter unzipped his grey jacket and swiftly took it off, revealing his tightly red and blue fitted costume. You turned away to look back at the door and bravely decided to investigate further. "Y/N, wait." Peter warned. You ignored it and squeezed through the gap in the door. Once you were through, your eyes gazed upon more of the same claw marks on the wall. Following the trail lead, you down the blackened hallway where the doors leading to the living room had been ripped clean off.
"Peter." You quietly called. Peter emerged through the gap and saw the carnage before him. "Oh my God." Peter gasped with wide eyes. "Okay, Y/N, I need you to listen to me. You need to get out of here and call Nick Fury. I'll go and investigate." Shaking your head, you argued, "No, I'm not leaving you here." Peter stepped closer and put both his hands on your biceps with a firm grip. "Y/N, please just listen to me. Whatever did this is dangerous. I sensed it before the power was cut. I can't let you get hurt." Again, you shook your head, ignoring Peter's reason. "I can't let you face this alone, I won't run knowing I could've done something." "Y/N it's too dangerous, and you don't have anything to protect yourself with," Peter pointed out.
"I'm staying." You repeated arrogantly.
Peter stared into your eyes. His expression was mixed between frustration, anger, and worry, knowing he couldn't change your mind. Peter pulled down his mask and repeated, "Okay, but promise me that the moment something happens to me. You save yourself. Promise me."
"I promise Peter." You answered confidently.
Peter nodded, and you both started to move cautiously toward the living room. He kept his arm out in front of in a protective manner. Anxiety made your hands clamy, and your heart thumped loudly in your ears as you entered the room.
Your eyes scanned the darkened area. There was no sign of anybody. Glass was scattered all over the floor, the couches and TV were tipped over, pieces of Tony's equipment broken and discarded like trash. Even one of the large windows had been shattered. It was like a battlefield. You continued following behind Peter with sweat dripping down your face like raindrops. When you felt something underneath your foot. You lifted your shoe off the object only to see it was a gun.
Natasha's gun.
You scooped up the pistol and checked it only to find the weapon had been completely emptied. Whatever Natasha was trying to bring down didn't surcome easily to bullet wounds.
Peter's eyes surveyed the area in front of him when he suddenly felt his spidey sense trigger drowning out his footsteps that came to a hault. You felt Peter's hand grab your shirt in a bone crushing grip. He whispered in a low tone, "Y/N, don't move." You froze like a statue, not daring to move another muscle.
Peter's breathing was shallow. His sharp spidey sense ringed loudly. Peter desperately searched for the threat, but there was nothing but the darkness that swallowed you both like a nightmare. The young hero needed to concentrate on where the threat was and quickly. Peter took a deep breath in and let it out. All went quiet. Peter's spidey sense homed in on the danger, and he moved his two fingers to the center of his web shooter before whispering the bone-chilling word.
"Run."
Peter shoved you out of the way. Emerging from the darkness were a pair of long tendrils that grabbed ahold of Peter's wrists and ankles like an octopus seizing its prey from within its lair.
You landed hard on the ground, crazing your cheek on the broken glass. Turning your head, you saw Peter pinned against the wall by the long, dark tendrils. Suddenly, one of the tendrils perked up and lunged toward you. Just as it was about to snatch your ankle, it was yanked back by one of Peter's webs. "Run, Y/N, RUN!" Peter groaned out.
You quickly stood to your feet and sprinted out of the room toward the stairway door. The sound of Peter's yellling traveled through the walls and followed you like a haunting spirit of mockery. The thought of what that monster was doing to Peter was too much bear, but you couldn't stop. You had to escape whilst Peter held it off.
The last flight of stairs was just below you now. You wasted no time and leaped down them, landing on your two feet. Grunting, you pushed the door open and sprinted toward the exit. You could make out the sight of the far-off street lights through the glass windows above the front door. Freedom was just ahead you could almost taste it.
Suddenly, you stopped hearing a loud rumble from above. The ground shook like an earthqauke was unfolding. Your eyes followed the sourace above when the ceiling collapsed, forcing you to retreat. You helplessly watched as Peter fell through the rubble. He reached out to fire a web to save himself, but it was too late. Peter crashed onto the title surface, cracking it. His body went limp as he laid trapped underneath a pile of rubble.
"Peter!" You cried.
You ran to Peter's side. But stopped upon seeing a dark shadow land in front of you and to your horror you saw it was...
Wanda.
No, it couldn't be. But it was indeed her. The right half of her body was consumed by a black and red substance that stretched all across the right side of her body like torn clothing. But the most disturbing feature was the right side, her mouth littered with rows of sharp fang like teeth.
You turned to flee. But Wanda was too fast. She raised up her right arm, and the black and red goo stretched across her hand like multiple streams transforming into a long tendril. It attacked with incredible speed and wrapped tightly around your throat. You kicked and squirmed as the oxygen supply to your lungs was cut off.
Wanda slowly turned you to face her and pulled you uncomfortably close to her face. Her wide pupils stared deeply into yours like a vengeful demon. "W-Wanda." You choked out in a pleading tone. The cold, slimey tendril tightened like an anaconda. All you heard leaving Wanda's lips was a chuckle that echoed through your ears.
As your world began to turn dark, you continued to thrash desperately, trying to break free, but you slowly felt yourself scumming to the sleep.
"Sweet dreams, little lamb."
#mcu#wanda maximoff#wanda x reader#spiderman#peter parker#the avengers#symbiote suit#wanda maxmoff x y/n#thriller#suspense#marvel#y/n
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summary: in which alt!reader support matt through thick and thin and life with celiac disease (part of the kissing in cars universe!) warnings: autoimmune disease
You frowned as you rubbed Mattâs back, hating how small he looked, despite the fact that your bed was a twin XL. âCan I get you anything?â You asked gently.Â
Matt shook his head, clutching the heating pad that youâd loaned him closer to his stomach. âNo. âM okay.â
You curled up behind your boyfriend, allowing him to be the little spoon as you always did. This was the fourth time this week that this had happened, and it was only Wednesday. Matt would go about his day, only to end up curled in fetal position in either your or his bed less than an hour later. He had tried what felt like everything; smaller snacks instead of large meals, no greasy food, no dairy, and nothing seemed to help the awful stomach pains that would render him debilitated.Â
âIâm sorry you donât feel well, baby.â You mumbled, tucking a curl behind Mattâs ear.Â
ââS not your fault,â he groaned. âFuck this shit. Can you hand me my phone?â
You nodded, sitting up and plucking Mattâs phone from the bed caddy that hung on your lofted bed. Matt whined at the pain in his abdomen as sat up, pressing the phone to his ear. You were curious for a moment until you heard the soft âhi mamaâ fall from his lips. Matt had always been a mamaâs boy, so it didnât surprise you that he was calling MaryLou while he wasnât feeling well.
You continued to lay next to your boyfriend throughout the conversation, rubbing his knee softly. Finally, Matt hung up and tossed his phone towards the end of the bed, curling back into your side. He whimpered for a moment, clutching his stomach before he looked up at you with teary eyes.Â
âMom thinks I have celiac,â he mumbled. âSo I have to get tested for it.â
Now that you thought about it, that would make sense. Mattâs stomach problems seemed to arise after a wheat-heavy meal; like today, when he had downed a plate of pasta for lunch. You hated the fact that he was dealing with all of this while, especially when the two of you had just moved away to college a few weeks ago.Â
âThat could explain it, sweetheart,â You hummed softly, carding your fingers through his hair. âBesides, getting tested might help you figure out how you can help yourself feel better.â
Matt groaned but nodded, shoving his face into the soft fabric of your System of a Down hoodie. The boy whimpered as his stomach let out a long, low grumble. âI hate this.â
You kissed his forehead, your hand snaking under the soft knit of his green sweater to rub his warm, bloated belly. âWeâre gonna find a solution, babe. Itâs not gonna be like this forever.â You promised.Â
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Thatâs how you found yourself standing over the stove four years later, stirring a pot of gluten free pasta. Matt had ended up being diagnosed with celiac disease over Christmas break of your freshman year of college. It was rough at first, having to find swaps for all of his favorite foods, but when you had made the pact to go gluten free with him, things had become a little easier. Obviously, he still had to worry about the risk of cross contamination and accidentally getting âglutenedâ, but the brunetteâs quality of life had drastically improved since then.Â
You both had graduated college with honors, Matt receiving a degree in social work and you in music education. There had been rough patches of course, including a break up for a few months somewhere in there, but things had worked out for the better. The love you and Matt shared for each other was stronger than anything else.
As your Spotify flipped from the previous song to âKissing in Carsâ by Pierce the Veil, you couldnât help but to smile. That had been your and Mattâs song for years. Despite being quite literally polar opposites, you both loved the lyrics. As if on perfect cue, you heard your fiancĂŠâs keys jingling in the lock of your front door. A few moments later, Matt appeared in the kitchen, shedding his flannel and tossing it over a chair.
âYouâre still playing this song, huh?â he murmured, coming around the island and wrapping you in a hug from behind.Â
âDonât even play with me,â You joked, kissing his cheek. âYou know you love it too.â You said, smiling as you noticed the vampire-red lipstick stain youâd left on his soft skin.Â
âGluten free?â Matt asked, peering into the pot of pasta.Â
âNo.â You said deadpan.Â
âOh,â Matt feigned sadness. âI guess you want me to die then, huh?â
âNot until weâre married.â You giggled.Â
Matt smiled, taking in your beauty as drained the pot and plated the food. People were shocked about you two as a couple, but to Matt, you were the most perfect person in the world. You had been there for him through thick and thin, supporting him through his journey with an autoimmune disease, and even going as far as to still be kind to him when his mental health had gotten so bad he had broken up with you for a few months.Â
He was pulled out of his thoughts as the song playing from your phone ended. Rather than sitting down for dinner, he hit the rewind button and grabbed the plates from your hands, setting them on the counter.Â
âMay I have this dance?â he joked, smile lopsided.Â
âYou may.â You smiled.Â
Matt pressed his forehead to your own, swaying softly. âI love you.â he hummed.Â
And he meant it. He would mean it every day until he died, and then every day after that. You had saved him in so many ways and continued to do so. No matter how different the two of you were, he was sure that you were his soulmate. He'd find you in every lifetime if he had to.
ââŚCause there's faith in loveâ
a/n: me when i google "how to make fictional people real" so kissing in cars matt can be my bf
#Š sturniolocafe#kissing in cars ŕźşâŕźť#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo fluff#matt stuniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo imagine#matthew sturniolo#matthew sturniolo fanfic#matthew bernard sturniolo#matthew sturniolo x reader#the sturniolo triplets#sturniolo#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo
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Characters who really need therapy
The fellowship: All the shit they went through
The Company: All the shit they went through
Faramir: Childhood abuse and neglect
Ăowyn: Childhood abuse and anger issues
Ăomer: Childhood abuse, and working through his internalized misogyny and homophobia
Gandalf: He died for a minute or three
Galadriel: Anger and control issues
Every other person in middle earth: We almost got invaded and killed by orca
Characters who are actually fine
Elrond and his kids
#The Rivendell family is perfect#They have worked through all of their shit long ago#Now theyâre just along for the ride#Also love any modern au where Elrond is a therapist#Because he is#lotr#lord of the rings#the hobbit#the fellowship of the ring#the company of thorin oakenshield#Faramir#Ăowyn#Ăomer#gandalf the gray#Galadriel#Lord Elrond#arwen evenstar#Elladan#Elrohir#lotr fandom#lotr memes
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You know what's hilarious, if Ludinus was indeed a young man being traumatized by the end of the Calamity. Deirta Thelyss is almost certainly older than he is.
This is not relevant but I think Essek should bring this up, just to be a bitch about it.
#for the purposes of showing my work: a beacon was found by leylas kryn 1200 years ago.#she was considered enough of a cultural leader or influence to convince people to follow her ergo likely an adult of some standing.#the other umavi of the ruling dens (aka deirta and abrianna) are suggested to have been around at the time as well#ludinus would be at most 1000 years old. they're all like. at LEAST 1400 mentally if not physically.#and that's the LOW estimate#as always how long was the calamity. are the umavi actually pre-calamity. that would be SO funny to me.#(pre-calamity and pre-divergence are different for the record.)#ludinus da'leth ain't SHIT#leylas kryn escaped lolth lived through the calamity and has gone through seven rebirths. ludinus WISHES#if ANYONE deserves to have beef with lolth it's leylas kryn for the record. I mean she does. canonically. BUT HERS IS MOST VALID#anyway as always the dynasty best country <3#if there are 99 ludinus haters I'm one of them if there's one it's me if there are none I've left this earth etc etc#he's just SO fun to hate and I do not respect him in the slightest nor do I think he deserves respect or validation.#I think he should get fucking sucked into a dark star and never be heard from again xoxo :3#cr spoilers#essek thelyss
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congratulations to Mme. Pascale Leclerc, who has surely just experienced both the funniest and most unhinged weekend a mother could ever have. Dear fucking christ, I hope your middlest son brought you a bottle of champagne for yourself, ma'am.
#kazoo noises#charles leclerc#cl16#monaco gp 2024#zoomies posting#sports posting#like man. where to begin. one of your racecar children is back in town for the weekend. he has yet to have a truly good work#weekend it seems in town. now this year. we're feeling ourselves a bit. we're feeling optimistic even. and then ur son becomes talk of town#because he keeps doing fucking bits on twitter about adopting his coworker who is friends with your youngest son. this goes on long enough#for actual reporters to comment on it. no one is willing to blink first so by friday night we've yes-anded ourselves to a grandson#(congratulations mme leclerc)#things go well. and then at qualifying they go DAMN WELL#BETTER THAN EVER REALLY! but man. im superstitious. i dont trust shit until its over and the dust has cleared#(the adoption jokes have continued by the way) and MEANWHILE everyone is eyeing that starting grid. were humming. we're making vague hand#gestures when commenting. we're all thinking. Maybe? (the streets can hear u tho. keep it down)#race starts. lap one CHAOS. so many fucking crashes. i'd faint if i had a child even in karting honestly.#(every parent in this sport deserves a prescription for laudanum)#but he's not in it. hes at the front. and he. well. he just Stays There. Through It All. and the laps tick down. until the race is run. and#there he is. your middlest son. cross the line and into the books. first place. home town. what curse indeed. thats your boy!!!!!!!! THERE!#they play the radio of him winning and the audio is peaked because he screams out so loudly. you can hear the water in the laughter.#later theres gonna be videos and photos taken of him pushing his boss into the harbor and diving right in after the man. those photos are#gonna be fucking studied in photography classes one day. and STILL! everyone involved with that goofy joke about him adopting his coworker#(who. despite all the silliness of the race stayed second place and got a podium) is still carrying the bit like a baton relay. Do you have#him over for family dinner? might as well add a plate i guess! people are joking about your youngest son having two nephews? a dog born#maybe a month ago and a man born about... what twenty three years and about a month ago? fuck it! family dinner#sorry this bit got away from me but as someone who loves my homecity and my mom so much it might actually be like.#a visible growth inside my body if they do an autopsy on me at time of death or like. my love will eat me alive. sometimes the charratives#gets to me#anyway cheers mme leclerc i hope you party so fucking hard this week
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Had a moment today that exemplifies how my family thinks but like, in a way thatâs just very sad and makes me glad I donât think that way.
Showed a relative the amazing painting that friend did for me, and her first response was âyouâd be able to sell that for some good money!!!â
Like. No????
For months Iâve discussed this creative trade with this friend, weâve talked about what the other wants, weâve gotten excited about it and traded progress pics as we work on it for each other, gotten stoked over making plans to get to the post office and seeing the other finally get it, and itâs just been a very wholesome and very fun project. It took six weeks for us to complete these projects, and now I have something on display in my room that makes me very happy, thatâs objectively beautiful, and that I know a friend put a lot of effort into making for me and was THRILLED when I adored it.
And my familyâs immediate line of thinking is âmake a few quid from it lolâ.
I canât imagine the headspace it must take to go through life like that.
#I mean same relative said something similar when I met Nikki Sixx#very long story short he was my idol growing up his music got me through a lot#got to meet him on MCâs âfinal tourâ in 2015#I was 18 I was so nervous but so thrilled#he was so insanely kind to my teenage self#listened intently when I explained how his music got me through a lot#and how I was setting out to become a writer even tho my fam disapproved#he encouraged me he gave me the pick he used to play that entire gig#he liked our pic together on IG and encouraged me and was INSANELY lovely on FB when I later posted a pic of my tattoo of his autograph#(and if u kno him u kno he gets prickly on social media to folk who deserve it so like)#just went completely above and beyond to encourage me and be so so SO kind#I excitedly tell this same relative about it all#Iâm on cloud 9 bc my idol encouraged me to chase my dreams#this same relative got angry at me because I didnât ask him for tickets to their final ever show in LA#like#this man just proved the saying of never meet your heroes entirely wrong#he repeatedly went out of his way to be kind to me#when all he really had to do was smile and pose for a photo and sign my shit#and she wanted me to then ask him to fly me out to a sold out gig for free#like he would have told me to fuck off and it wouldâve ruined the entire thing#bc itâs just such a glaring display of ungratefulness and Iâd never be weird enough to ask anyway#and she was LIVID with me insisting âyou donât get it you donât ask!!!!!â#and this was ten years ago and this exchange today just showed me nothing has changed#like how can you just cheapen the value of things like this to make a few quid or to go to a free concert#I couldnât live that way#and she consistently alienated people from her and can never work out why#itâs honestly just very sad
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Did driving practice today. Actually did parallel parking practice this time, even tho I really didn't want to still. Finally got it into my head that I can maybe do this.
SO......
I have scheduled my driving test. For November 13th, 3 weeks from today.
#speculation nation#IM SO NERVOUSSSSS but i need to do it. i need to. worst case scenario i fail and have to try again another day.#i was actually gonna try to schedule for a week from today but they were full up for the next 2 weeks.#so. 3 weeks! my therapist is gonna be happy for me when i tell her haha#this is. something ive been avoiding for over 10 years now. but i decided at the start of this year that This would be my year.#Year Of Unfuck My Life. and im finally doing it. im going to finally get my license.#it's so. huge actually. a similar level of Holy Shit factor as me graduating.#which seems like an uneven comparison but honestly ive just been so so so scared of this driving test#an insurmountable obstacle bc i was stuck at school away from family to help me practice etc etc#very tied up with me being stuck at school for so long actually. the neverending purgatory of being Stuck In Place.#but my cousin lives closer to me now and hes been helping me out. and i am so very grateful.#augh augh augh augh. life is so busy and it feels like everything is happening at once AAAAAAAAAAAA#but im taking it all in stride. i am. oh god i might have to just practice and then take my audition video all on the same day.#bc i am too tired to deal with it rn and i have an exam tomorrow so idk if i can practice then. also i have to clean.#i will make it work. i will make something work. for the love of fucking god i will make it work.#no time to write barely any time to relax but thats okay i am Go Go Going and trying to keep enough time to sleep#(prior few nights being the..exception lol.)#i certainly wouldnt want to live this way for too long. but just a few more months. i can do it.#next semester hopefully wont be as busy. i'll have 3 hard classes but if im lucky they wont even have much homework.#i can do it. i can get through it. i will get my license in 3 weeks (manifesting) and i will get my own car.#i will find a new apartment to live in. i will Hopefully find a job.#within a year my life is going to be much much different.#my life is Already much much different than it was just a year ago. tho this year has been more... metamorphosis.#in a year's time. i will be 28 years old. and the pieces will Finally be falling into place (hopefully!!!!!)#for now. god i need to rest. will probably go to sleep early tonight. need to be rested for my exam tomorrow.#first tho i gotta shower and feed both me and the cats. yes.
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2024 year of charlie gets a fucking break (hopefully. maybe. tbd.)
#ctxt#i'm on medication that's reduced my post-hysterectomy pain by about 70%#i have an intake appointment with a physical therapist in march & a referral to start trigger point injections#to hopefully finally recover as completely as possible from the nightmarish neuropathy that's plagued me since uuuhhhh#going on 2 years ago. holy shit. genuinely can't believe i've been surviving & functioning as well as i have for this long#while suffering a disabling & extremely painful surgical complication. fuck my original surgeon for brushing me off during that time#but the new provider i'm working with is so responsive & thorough in her approach & seems genuinely committed#to helping me finally get relief after all this time. she listens to my feedback & is flexible in her approach#and her assistant is a great communicator who's been handling most of the logistics of care coordination for me#and what a huge fucking relief that is. to not have to drag my doctors kicking & screaming towards maybe treating me eventually#i wanna cry. i finally feel like i'm being taken seriously and cared for. and i'm not BETTER yet (might never be the same as i was pre-op)#but i actually feel optimistic for the first time in over a year that i won't just have to deal with this agonizing pain on my own forever#i might actually see enough improvement that i can start to get back to living my life instead of just surviving it#money is tighter than it's been since i got laid off during early pandemic and that's stressing me out#but i promised myself that i would put my health first in 2024 and that means only working the bare minimum needed to pay my bills for now#genuinely i so fucking needed a break. i felt like i was trying to swim through a meat grinder last year#and it wasn't until i ended up in the ER about it that i finally was able to take my own pain seriously enough#to put my foot down & make some necessary changes that are now letting me focus on Getting Well With Myself at last#in hindsight it's like. really freaking me out how thoroughly i was able to compartmentalize & dissociate from how miserable i was#bc nobody who had the ability to help me would take me seriously & my shitty boss was like. extremely textbook emotionally abusive#and on one hand that was a survival mechanism that kept me on my feet during one of the worst times of my life. so props to myself there#but it was also very maladaptive how long & unnecessarily it went on before i snapped out of it & escalated things for my own safety#it was the same helpless frustration i often felt as a kid of like 'well nobody is on my side but me so i gotta suck it up & help myself'#and i think the family trauma shit that was going on last year definitely contributed to that. idk sense of doubling across time?#and things had to get Extremely Bad before they were bad enough for me to realize that although i felt like it#i am no longer an isolated & parentified island of a child who is beholden to the whims of ignorant & indifferent adults#i actually can and should take action to advocate for myself bc i am an adult and i CAN now change my circumstances as needed#instead of just enduring them as if i'm stuck there with no agency or chance to change things#and i have a really solid support system who helped me feel like it was possible to stand up for myself to get the help i desperately need#chronic blogging
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Fuck, you really don't realize how good you have it until you live in a racially diverse work environment.
In other news, I'm probably gonna be putting together a GoFundMe for a friend soon, so watch out for that.
#dimond speaks#i work with two black coworkers and both of them are going through so much shit rn#i also worked with a 3rd but she was let go not too long ago#ive also worked with two latina people and while one of them was my old boss the other is also struggling financially#theres 3 white people including myself here#one of us is on disability one of us is my boss and the other one is me#like we're all struggling in some way shape or form but my two black coworkers especially have it terrible#theyre some of the strongest people i know but fuck i wish they didnt have to be#theyre both amazing people and neither of them deserve this shit
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status update on my mission to 100% and platinum yakuza 0: completion list is at 99.2% and wouldâve been finished today if not for pool (carom/combo shots- i made enough money from it though) and batting. my most significant peaks today were probably beating both so and jo amon on the first try miraculously and at one point i got like 34 points in expert koikoi
#if anyone has any advice on pool or batting feel free to tell me because boy am I struggling#and Iâm soâŚâŚso close#oh forgot to mention it but I also did all the climax battles I can for the time being- so a little over half of them maybe?#cant do the rest til I go through the finale and all that#frothing at the fucking mouth . I am so. CLOSE#y0#rambling#I think I actually like koikoi a little better than oichi kabu ngl. but maybe im just saying that cause I got lucky with koikoi#I do think Iâm genuinely okay at it cause like I started to memorize the high point cards and the main hands (especially the high point#but still doable ones like moon viewing and boar/deer/butterfly) and yea worked towards those with my Choices#but still I wouldnât say Iâm Great at it either#not as confident with it as I am with mahjong#but no shit. I played mahjong for like three days straight where as koikoi I maybe spent two or three hours total on#eh actually maybe more like 1-2 hours. took me way less time than oichi kabu#anyway. very very close to 100% completion but still got a bit to go til I can platinum the game since I gotta#go back and do the main story again on legend mode and all that#the finale wonât take long considering Iâm crazy maxed out in stats and weapons and all that but going through on legend mode + the rest#of the climax battles will probably be a bit more intensive#really honestly impressed with myself on the Amon fights. like. a month ago I would absolutely assume Iâd have to have my friend do those#fights for me cause theyâre fucking insane and both have 14 health bars or something like that. but Iâve grown. Iâve learned. i best them#MYSELF. and on HARD at that. very glad I did a ton of shit at the coliseum cause that helped train up for the Amons a Lot.#ok time to shut up and sleep
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cosmo wanda i fucking wish students understood that universities have limited reach and that public silence does not automatically mean no action is being taken internally and that the decisions of collectives / institutions do not reflect the decisions of all of the people within them (e.g. all faculty staff and administrators within an institution) etc etc. god DAMN it to hell. you people (not anyone reading this im saying this as if im talking to the student body at my school) look so fucking stupid @ing the social media accounts of distinct departments like thatâs actually going to do anything. you think they ARENT doing anyrhing????? thatâs probably ALL theyâre focusing on rn and theyâre spending days carefully gathering information so they can share it. and shit is hitting the fan in MULTIPLE areas rn if you havenât noticed and also itâs winter fucking break so no one is even supposed to be working anyway. so what is wrong with you. why are you fucking making demands. getting a college to finally post an update about something is not the same as cancelling someone on twitter and the fact that so many of you think it is is indicative of how SICK our society has become. PLEASE calm down.
#purrs#literally about to start screaming. people have been so fucking stupid this year. that is all i am going to say.#and ik this bears a weight being a staff member here now but i was a student 6 months ago and years ago i used to do the same stupid shit an#and then i went to the retreat and learned that universities are communities made of people and that i can change the world by talking to#stakeholders and being strategic and patient and having civic courage and building relationships. and now i spend my life trying to teach#other ppl how to do that. so seeing students WHO I KNOW ARE AWARE THAT THIS ISNT THE WAY doing this makes me want to start SCREAMING. like#it was all for nothing. the HOURS of workshops you went through learning how to actually make change and âdemandâ change and now youâre#engaging in this edgy bullshit. i want to curl up in a ball and/or jump out the window rn. sorry#delete later#work tag 2#this is literally the 5th or 6th incident in 2022 and i know itâs more complicated than that and yes there are genuine wrongdoings the#school / depts and individuals within it have committed. but also the knee jerk reaction of students to instantly turn into a mob and start#saying u*** does nothing u*** doesnât care about itâs students is like are you KIDDING MEEEEEEEEE. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. how about you talk to#x person who i know firsthand is trying to navigate this issue and suppprt students. how about you join x committee that just made progress#in this area. how about you get offline and go touch grass and realize your COMMUNITY isnât out to get you!!!!#institutions are not inherently bad lol. institutions are communities. communities are POWER. if i could send one message to everyone on the#planet i think it would be that or at least include that bc i would also want to say stuff abt how we are real and human and alive together#etc etc. but that is like. something so many ppl do not see. being part of a university is POWER. being a student is POWER. so use it for#good!!!!! join committees! set up meetings with admin!!!!! join student gov!! this learned helplessness of @ing the school is NOT THE WAY#not when you have tools and relationships at your disposal to actually make a sustainable long term difference. what are you waiting for! th#the whole world is yours!! itâs at your fingertips! do you feel it? do you see it?
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