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Chapter 4

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Steve arrived home to Robin anxiously pacing.

“Steve! Oh my God. I thought you died.”

“Robin, I literally talked to you an hour ago.”

“You could’ve died in the last hour!”

He smiled at her dramatics. She had his location the entire time, and she easily could have called him any time in the last hour if she was that worried.

She wrapped him in a hug, which was shocking enough on its own, but Steve couldn’t help his confusion when she also kissed the top of his head.

She held him for over a minute and Steve started to wonder if someone had died and she didn’t know how to tell him face to face.

“Robs?”

“Dingus?”

“Is everything okay?”

“Are you okay?”

Steve realized Eddie had probably told her everything. Oh for fuck sake.

“I am begging you to never bring anything of this up to me ever. Like, even if you think it’s okay to talk about it, assume it isn’t. I am never going to talk about this with you. Not ever. Not even on my deathbed. Not even when I’m drunk.”

“Eddie said you should.”

“I will. With Eddie. Not you.”

Steve turned to walk to his room and ignore Robin for the rest of the day, but he could hear her footsteps following him.

He sighed and turned around.

“I’m fine. Eddie took care of me. I’m going back there tonight so we can talk. I’ll keep my location on and you can check in with both of us, okay Mom?”

“Wait wait wait wait. You’re going back there tonight?” Then, she seemed to remember how he even ended up with Eddie. “WAIT! Your tattoo! Show me!”

Steve could do that much at least. He’d been talking about this tattoo for so long and he was really excited about how it turned out.

Eddie had unwrapped it and done the first round of cleaning and moisturizing, making sure Steve was paying attention so he could do it by himself today.

He hadn’t been able to look away from it for nearly ten minutes, the colors more beautiful after the redness of his irritated skin went away.

He held his wrist out to Robin, unable to keep the smile from his face as she looked at it and smiled up at him.

“He did great with this. Will is gonna flip.”

“I hope he likes it. He has an appointment with me tomorrow so I’ll be able to show him.”

Will was one of his best kids. He never had to actually worry about his future, Will knew exactly what he wanted, got good grades, had nearly perfect attendance, and worked towards his goals without any help from Steve. He’d been through a lot though as a child, and his mom had insisted that he regularly meet with Steve just to talk.

He came to appointments once a week, but him, along with his two best friends Dustin and Mike, would often spend their lunchtime in Steve’s office. They weren’t exactly popular, and bullies targeted them often for their size and their interest in more nerdy things. Steve let them, even though the principal had told him he was setting them up for failure in real life. Steve always said this was real life and feeling safe wasn’t a failure.

But this tattoo would really mean a lot to Will. He hoped so, at least.

“When are you going to Eddie’s?”

“7.”

“Bring protection.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen.”

Robin just gave him a look and walked away.

Nothing was gonna happen. Eddie said so.

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When Steve got to Eddie’s place, he was already home, and…cooking?

“Something smells good.”

Steve made his way into the house, brushing past Eddie and looking around. He hadn’t spent much time noticing things earlier, but now he could.

There was a lot of art on the walls, but none of it looked like what was at the shop. This looked more abstract, with a few random watercolors sprinkled in. He noticed pictures frames along the shelves and bookcase that held more records than books. The coffee table looked cluttered, mostly books and sketches spread out along the top.

The couch was old, but looked comfy, and the armchair in the corner seemed mostly unused. A few hats hung from the corner it was placed in, none of them looking like anything Eddie would wear.

Did he have a roommate? Is that how he could afford a house?

“You can set your stuff in my room if you want. You remember where it is?”

Eddie’s voice being so close behind him startled him, but he immediately relaxed when he felt a hand on his hip.

“I remember.”

Eddie squeezed his hip once before letting him go, walking towards the kitchen instead of following Steve.

Steve took in the pictures hanging up in the hall, but didn’t get a close look at any, already rushing to get back to Eddie so they could talk. Robin had given him another look before he left that said there’d be more than talking happening tonight, but he really trusted Eddie when he said they’d be taking it easy.

He dropped his bag on Eddie’s bed, smiling to himself when he saw that the bed was made.

Eddie didn’t seem like the type of person to make his bed, so maybe he was trying to impress him?

Steve shook the thought away. Nothing is happening tonight. He may not even want you in his bed after you talk.

He made his way back out to the kitchen, where Eddie was closing the oven door and placing a casserole dish of something that smelled like heaven on the stove.

“What did you make?”

“Breakfast casserole.”

“Breakfast? For dinner?”

Eddie smirked. “No laws can hold me down.”

Steve resisted the smile he felt trying to creep onto his face.

Eddie really did a number on his whole “I don’t smile for anyone” exterior.

“What’s in it?”

“Well, normally I do a french toast one that has fruit and maple syrup, but you didn’t seem like the type to enjoy that.”

“Excuse me? That sounds amazing,” Steve crossed his arms across his chest and stared at Eddie.

“We can have that next time.”

Next time, next time, next time.

“This one is hashbrowns, cheese, eggs, and bacon with biscuits as the base.”

“That sounds…heavy.”

“We can eat heavy. We don’t have any physical activity to commit to later.”

Steve couldn’t help it, he started pouting.

A small part of him had hoped that maybe after they talked, something would happen. Not necessarily sex or even subspace, but some making out, maybe some handjobs? Yeah, he’d hoped.

But he recognized the boundaries Eddie was setting, and he respected him for sticking to them, even if he really wished he didn’t.

Eddie poked Steve’s bottom lip playfully.

“No need to pout. If our discussion goes well, maybe next time?”

“Promise?”

“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?”

“I dunno. Am I?”

“And a brat. Noted.”

Steve had never, not even at peak spoiled rich kid, been called a brat. Not even jokingly. He was a little offended, but he could see the hint of a smirk on Eddie’s face letting him know that would be part of their discussion.

“Are we gonna talk during dinner or after?”

“That’s up to you. I’m happy either way, sunshine.”

Steve felt warmth spreading in his chest at the nickname. He’d never been called sunshine either. Being terminally grumpy since your teenage years kind of eliminates that possibility.

“I have some questions so maybe we could start there during dinner?”

Eddie nodded and turned to grab plates and forks for dinner.

“Before you start though, I wanna make sure you know that I will always be honest and do my best to answer your questions, but there are some things I don’t know. I’m not a professional. I’m certainly experienced, but there may be things you want to know that I’ve never done. I don’t want to mislead you, so if there’s stuff you still need to know after this, I have contacts who can probably help.”

Steve felt so out of his depth here. Eddie had fucking contacts for this.

“Stevie? You okay?”

Steve shook himself out of his thoughts. He couldn’t let himself feel nervous about this. Eddie was kind and wanted him to understand and wouldn’t expect anything of him. He could do this.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry. Just feels a little overwhelming.”

Eddie paused mid-scoop and glanced at Steve. He set the serving spoon in the dish and walked the few steps over to Steve, wrapping his arms around him gently and hugging him to his chest.

Steve quickly found his spot, nuzzling against his collarbone like he belonged there.

“That’s why we’re taking this slow, having discussions first. You can’t go into all of it the way you did last night. It’s dangerous.” Eddie rubbed his back slowly and Steve fought back the noises trying to escape from his chest. “I won’t feel comfortable doing anything at all with you until we’re both comfortable, okay?”

Steve nodded against his chest.

Eddie pulled back and tilted his chin up to look at him.

“You have to use your words, sunshine.”

“Okay.”

“You understand what I said?”

“I understand.”

“Good boy.”

Steve couldn’t contain the whine he let out. Jesus Christ, what was happening to him? He’d never been like this. He’d never made that noise before in his life.

“Alright, sunshine. Let’s eat.”

Steve didn’t want to separate from him, but Eddie didn’t go too far. He made sure Steve was right next to him as he grabbed their plates and walked to the table, setting them down next to each other instead of at the chairs across from each other.

“Don’t want you too far,” Eddie said with a fond smile.

Steve hated the way his heart skipped a beat. Eddie was going to send him into cardiac arrest if he kept this up.

But he did his best to ignore it, take a deep breath, and sit down in the chair.

His anxiety was high, and he was worried he may not be able to even eat, but Eddie took a bite and looked at Steve expectantly.

Steve picked up his fork and took a bite.

“Damn, this is good.”

“Thanks, sunshine. It’s hard to fuck this one up, but I’m glad you like it.”

Steve smiled at him and took another bite.

Where to begin?

He knew Eddie would let him lead, acting as more of a guide for the conversation than anything else, but Steve suddenly didn’t know where to begin.

“Um. I guess I kinda wanna start by saying something?”

Eddie nodded, smiling softly at him and showing him that he could be patient with whatever Steve needed to say, even if it took him some time.

“I’m not, like, a virgin. I mean I know when it comes to this stuff I kind of am, but I’ve had a lot of sex. With women and men. I mean, I almost got engaged once. I’m not new to that.” He ignored the amused look on Eddie’s face and continued, though his voice wavered. “And I’ve seen some stuff in porn or whatever. I’m not completely oblivious to how this works.”

“I don’t think you should go off of what you’ve seen in porn.” Eddie cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt, I just didn’t want you to think that’s accurate at all. Most vanilla porn isn’t even accurate, let alone any type of BDSM stuff. I don’t want you to think I have a dungeon or something with whips and chains attached to the walls. That isn’t what this is about for me or most anyone, really.”

Steve felt himself flush.

He’d said he wasn’t a virgin, but he’d never talked so openly about sex with anyone. He reminded himself that Eddie was still very much a stranger to him, and this kind of talk is something that close friends or significant others might have.

“What is it about? For you, I mean?”

There. That was a good start. Learning more about what Eddie did might help Steve understand what he was trying to accomplish.

“I mean, for everyone it’s about power and control or submission. But everyone has different ways of accomplishing those things and things they’re comfortable with.” He took another bite and chewed while he seemed to think of his answer. “For me, it’s about being in charge of someone’s release, whether it be sexual or not. Making someone feel good in a way they can’t experience on their own or with someone else. Having the power to know exactly what they need and give it to them or hold back. Find what makes that person tick and use it to make them feel better than ever.”

“That’s what you like? Seeing someone else get off?”

Eddie let out a small chuckle.

“I guess in a simplified way, sure. But that doesn’t always happen. You didn’t get off last night did you?”

“No, but I was dropping apparently.”

“Before that though. You still got to subspace, and you stayed there a while, even though you never got sexual gratification from it. You just felt good. Sometimes feeling good just means a plateau, not a peak and then fall, ya know? I like to help someone maintain that plateau as long as possible.” He took another bite and nudged Steve to do the same. “I love helping someone peak, too. But that isn’t always on the table.”

“What if I want it to be?”

“Getting ahead of yourself, sunshine. How about you have a couple more bites while I talk?”

Steve nodded and took another bite, watching Eddie as he formed his thoughts.

“Sex is obviously a part of this. I won’t say it doesn’t end that way most of the time. But there are parts of this that aren’t sexual at all that are still just as good. Your tattoo wasn’t sexual at all, right?” Steve shook his head. “Exactly. But you got there. Sometimes, it’s more just giving up the control. Some subs don’t even like the sex parts, you know. They like someone to give them rules and tasks to follow and punishments for when they don’t. I have a friend who is a sub who doesn’t even take off his clothes during his sessions. It’s different for everyone and it’s usually trial and error. That’s why safety and trust is such a big part of it.”

Steve felt like his head was spinning.

“Is that why people use safewords?”

“Yeah or the stop light system, or in some cases, just physical signs. That has to be agreed on before you ever go into a scene, even if it's someone you’ve done scenes with before and trust. You may love being spanked until you bruise on Saturday, but end up hating it on Monday if you’re not in the right headspace for it. It’s not just the sub trusting the dom with everything, it’s the dom trusting that the sub will use their safeword if they can’t keep going. Sometimes that’s hard for people to understand. It goes both ways. Both parties have control, just in different ways.”

“You know a lot about this.”

“I’ve been in a few serious relationships with the dynamic and all my friends have been part of the scene for years. What I don’t know firsthand, I’ve heard plenty about.”

“Okay, but what if I do want the sex stuff to be part of it?”

“If you do, then you have to be open about hard limits before you start. You have to have a safeword and use it if things start to go bad. You have to let yourself test the waters, but not jump into them if that makes sense.”

Steve nodded. It did make sense. He was probably jumping the gun a bit, but he felt like maybe he could trust Eddie to find and test his limits.

“So you wouldn’t wanna do that with me?”

“I didn’t say that, Stevie.” Eddie turned to him and placed his hands on his knees, massaging them lightly. “I’m not a jump right into anything kind of guy, even with just plain vanilla sex. But I’m really careful about starting with sex stuff right off the bat. Oh, stop pouting, sunshine. I’m not saying no.”

“But you’re saying no now.”

Steve knew he was still pouting, and maybe being a bit unreasonable. He normally took things slow too, at least when it came to more than random handjobs or blowjobs at the club. It still made him feel like Eddie might not be interested in him the way he was interested in Eddie.

“I’m saying not yet. There’s a difference. I’d love to be able to do that with you. But you need to experience more first.”

“Like what?”

Eddie studied his face for a moment. Steve felt like he could see right through him, which would have alarmed him more if he wasn’t certain that Eddie was going to be able to make him float again.

“You like to be praised.”

It wasn’t a question, but Steve nodded. He’d figured that much out at least.

“That’s a good start. You can be praised for a lot of things. Sometimes just being told to sit still and being told you’re doing good can make a person float, you know.”

Steve didn’t think he could do that. He certainly believed some people could, but he figured it would take a lot more for him.

“I don’t think I can do that.”

“Do you want to try?”

“Now? I thought we weren’t doing anything tonight?”

Steve was suddenly overwhelmed with nerves again. Despite the fact that he’d wanted something to happen when he first got here, he was now wondering why the hell he thought that was a good idea.

“It doesn’t have to be now. But it would certainly be a good start when you’re ready. Simple, non-sexual, easy to safeword out of if you get uncomfortable, unlikely to drop from it. It’s just an idea. You can always say no.”

Steve didn’t want to say no. He was nervous, sure, but he wanted it. He wanted to try. He wanted to make Eddie proud.

“Could we try tonight?”

“If you finish your supper and we talk about a safeword, yes.”

Steve took three more bites and ignored Eddie’s laughter at his clear excitement.

“So, what can we use for a safeword?”

“Up to you, sunshine. Mine is Metallica.”

“Can I use yours?”

Eddie thought about it for a moment.

“For tonight, yes. But you should have your own in the future.”

“Don’t like sharing?”

Steve smirked at Eddie, who rolled his eyes but smiled fondly back at him.

“More like you may not want to keep doing scenes with me and having your own safeword is best.” He got up and brought their plates to the sink while Steve waited patiently in his chair. “You can go sit on the couch. I’ll be there in a couple minutes.”

Steve sat on the couch with his hands folded in his lap, trying to push away any nerves he had over what they were about to do. If all went how he hoped, he’d maybe go to subspace again. Eddie sounded like he could get him there, but he didn’t know exactly what Eddie would have to do.

He didn’t have to wait long.

Eddie came into the room and sat down next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into his side.

“Alright. We’re gonna relax for a few minutes first. You’re tense and you won’t be able to just go right into it.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, sunshine. Just let me hold you for a few minutes, okay?”

Steve wanted nothing more than to never leave Eddie’s side, his arm wrapped just tight enough around him so he felt like he couldn’t escape, his body warming him up just enough for comfort.

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, and he didn’t really care, all he knew was the next time Eddie moved, he had to open his eyes.

“Alright, sunshine. Gonna move you a little so your head is in my lap, okay?”

“Mhm.”

Eddie adjusted him so he was laying with his head in his lap and his legs out along the length of the couch. He had a hand in Steve’s hair, scratching at his scalp gently, while his other hand was tracing circles on his arm.

“Mmmm. ‘S good,” Steve mumbled against Eddie’s thigh as he let his eyes slip closed again.

“Good.” He felt a gentle tug on his hair and his eyes shot open. Eddie was smirking down at him, but went back to gently scratching at his scalp. “Just testing. You remember the safeword?”

“Metallica.”

“Good boy. You use it the second you feel like you have to.”

Steve ignored the flutters in his stomach at being called a good boy again.

It went on like this for a little while, nothing new happening. Steve started to wonder if Eddie understood what the purpose of this was, when he suddenly felt Eddie stop all movement.

He whimpered, then felt Eddie’s hand tug at his hair harder.

“You have to stay quiet, sunshine. Keep being a good boy for me.”

His tone was different. Not quite stern, but not as soft as before either. Steve didn’t have to know him better to know that he should listen to him.

“I’m going to watch a show. You just sit right there for me and look pretty.”

Oh. Jesus Christ.

Steve was already hard. From that? Really Steve?

He managed to stay quiet this time, but he knew the second Eddie touched him again he would moan.

But Eddie didn’t touch him again.

He turned on the tv and casually looked for a channel. When he found one, he watched with his hands by his sides, not even resting against Steve’s skin.

Steve knew this must be part of it or they wouldn’t be doing it, but he felt himself growing frustrated at not getting any attention.

Minutes passed like that. Steve wondered when Eddie would acknowledge him again, but didn’t want to risk saying something.

Then a hand was in his hair, playing with the ends as if Eddie had never stopped.

Steve let out a content sigh and closed his eyes again.

“Being so good for me, sunshine.”

Steve smiled to himself, keeping his eyes closed so he could relax fully against Eddie’s lap.

The noise from the tv turned distant, but the fingers in his hair felt like fire. Or maybe ice. Both? Could be both. They just felt nice.

Steve drifted, not realizing he was going until he was already gone.

Eddie knew the moment it happened’ Steve’s entire body relaxed entirely against him and the couch, and he let out a sigh that could’ve been held in for years with how loud it was. He didn’t open his eyes, but Eddie didn’t need to see them to know they’d be glazed over.

“So perfect, Stevie. Feeling good, huh?”

“Mmm.”

Eddie smiled down at him, even though he wouldn’t see it.

He wouldn’t let him stay down for long, just for the rest of the show.

Not that he was watching the show.

Not when he had Steve in his lap, floating away because of his gentle touches and words.

Chapter 5

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kess-in-the-perthchimzone · 6 months

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Mini fic: study rewards

(A monster hybrid of several prompts including Kang and Saifah talking, study dates at Sailom’s house, and BE A LITTLE SEXY)

After almost twenty minutes of effort, chewing on the end of his pencil the entire time, lips so very pink, Kang slides over his worksheet. Normally Sailom could do this level of math in his head while carrying on a separate conversation, it’s that easy, but he has to force himself to concentrate enough to grade. He actually marks one question as incorrect and then needs to go back and recalculate, realizing Kang had been right all along. At the end, once he finally gets himself together, he scores Kang a respectable 18/20.

“Nicely done,” Sailom tells him. He clears his throat after, hearing the hoarseness in his voice.

Kang preens, looking at him with bright eyes. “What’s next? English?”

Whenever Kang does his English homework, he has a habit of mouthing all the words to himself. Normally, Sailom finds it cute. Right now, though, if Sailom has to watch Kang’s lips move for another minute longer, he honestly might have to walk out of the room. Without meaning to, Sailom realizes that he’s reached up and is tugging at the collar of his shirt, fanning air down his front.

At his silence, Kang’s face starts to fall. “No? Chemistry then?”

Even though he shouldn’t be, Sailom can’t help feeling charmed by Kang’s sheer hatred for Chemistry. It’s the only subject he’s had to keep his goals for Kang at just barely above failing. Once Sailom made his peace that he wouldn’t ask Kang to strive any higher, he found himself enjoying the way Kang’s forehead always creases when he tries to prepare himself for any science work.

They’ve been going almost three hours. The sun has just barely started to set. Sailom wouldn’t be wrong to give him a break. And as much as the idea of what he wants to ask is making him shy, he knows how Kang is going to be respond. If Kang wasn’t excited about this, Sailom would genuinely worry he’d fallen sick.

“You did so well,” Sailom begins. He finds himself falling into the voice he would use if explaining a lesson. Instantly he has Kang’s undivided attention. “I think you deserve a reward.”

“Yeah?” Kang asks. A beautiful smile spreads across his face — Sailom’s favorite kind, all white teeth and youthful joy.

They’ve played this game a few times, always with the same prize — a kiss to the cheek — although Sailom has been working closer to the corner of Kang’s mouth as the days go by. Kang leans forward in anticipation, turning his head to allow Sailom better access.

“Did I tell you Saifah is working the late shift?” Sailom asks instead of closing the gap between them.

Kang blinks, confused. One of his hands falls to the table as if he’s holding himself in place. “No?”

“He won’t be home until tomorrow morning,” Sailom says pointedly.

Kang glances down at their papers, brow creasing, like he’s worried Sailom will suggest some special test.

“We’re all alone tonight,” Sailom says, emphasizing every word.

That’s when it finally clicks.

“Oh!” Kang says. His eyes drop to Sailom’s mouth. “Oh,” he repeats, more faintly.

“Let’s go to my room,” Sailom tells him.

Outside of those quick cheek kisses, they haven’t kissed since that night in Korat. Not like this — one of Kang’s hands on his cheek, the other carding through Sailom’s hair. It feels like something getting set right, steadying him, even as he increasingly feels like he’s being lit on fire. Every time their lips press, each time their tongues meet, they’re burning away the dried out husks of the hurt and pain of last month.

They needed this Sailom realizes — they needed to be reminded exactly how special that night had been to them before everything went to hell.

He can’t get Kang’s clothes off fast enough. Kang isn’t being particularly helpful, either — his arms keep getting in the way. He makes this low, whining sound every time Sailom separates them to pull fabric away. But Sailom wins for sheer persistence. He strips away both their shirts, then tugs down Kang’s shorts, before he returns to kissing Kang.

One of Kang’s hands goes to his ribs, flexing there, as if he wants to keep going down but isn’t sure of his welcome. The other drops to his favorite spot against the curve of Sailom’s neck. The feeling of his fingers just barely pressing against Sailom’s throat mends the last vestiges of something Sailom hadn’t even realized still was broken.

I’m yours, he thinks, splaying his hands against Kang’s strong chest. As Kang kisses him with barely controlled desperation, Sailom completes the thought for the very first time — and you’re mine. They belong together, the wind and the windmill.

He tears his mouth away. “Help me with my shorts.” he urges.

Kang’s eyes fly open. He looks flushed and startled, wanting, but a little scared too.

“What are we doing?” he asks in a soft voice. He means, I thought we were just kissing? Kang has been painstakingly careful about their lines since he last draped a towel around Sailom’s shoulders in a sleezy love motel. Sailom loves him for it, and at the same time wants to erase the fear behind that consideration.

Sailom catches him by the wrist, tugging his hand lower, until it rests against the hem of Sailom’s shorts.

“We’re blowing each other’s minds,” he answers.

Some time later, when the first morning light is shining through his curtains, Sailom comes awake suddenly at the sound of voices just outside his bedroom door. He sits upright, heart racing as he remembers punches landing in soft, unprotected areas; about the acute fear of a burning iron inching ever closer to his face. Kang! he thinks.

And then he remembers that Kang is already here — that they’d fallen asleep after they made love, which means Kang spent the night — and the fear turns icy. This time he pictures the way the bruises mottled Kang’s skin after their beating in the bike garage.

“Kang,” he says with terror, twisting to reach across the mattress.

His fingers land on smooth, empty sheets. They’re still warm, some part of his brain catalogues, even as his breaths sharpen.

As he awakens further, he realizes he recognizes one of the voices. It’s Saifah, with his I’m screwing with you voice. The response that follows is unmistakably Kang.

Abruptly the fear takes on a completely new context. Sailom scrambles out of bed and to his feet. He goes to the doors, opening them just enough to be able to see out with one eye.

The first thing he sees is the full expanse of Kang’s bare back. Kang stands clad in only his boxers, with a bottle of lemon tea in his left hand — one of the several dozen he’d insisted on stocking once they started studying here. Facing him, further away from Sailom, Saifah contrasts him with how he’s covered almost from head to toe by his uniform. Kang must have woken thirsty and gone to get a drink in time to bump into him coming back from a shift.

Saifah has his hands on his hips and a faintly disapproving look on a face. Sailom knows him well enough to understand it’s mostly show. He wonders if Kang does, though. With everything that’s happened, the two of them have barely had the chance to interact. Most of what Kang knows about his brother is from Sailom himself.

“What are you doing here?” Saifah asks.

Sailom watches Kang psych himself up — how he takes a breath and stands straighter.

“I studied with Sailom,” Kang says, managing to sound entirely sincere. His legs look almost as naked as the top of him, especially where Sailom can see the strip of paler skin above the line his football shorts normally fall to. At the base of his neck, Sailom can faintly make out the edge of a red mark where he’d spent a minute or two too long teasing Kang.

“It looks like you came for something else from my brother,” Saifah says.

“I came for tutoring,” Kang says. Then, he bravely adds. “Then I stayed.”

“How long are you planning on staying now that you’ve gotten what you want?”

Saifah obviously doesn’t mean for this morning. A pause follows. The muscles in Kang’s shoulder tense, like he’s bracing himself. Sailom cringes. He starts to reach for the doorknob, wondering if he should go out into the hall and put a stop to this.

“The rest of my life,” Kang answers. Despite the hesitation, there isn’t an ounce of doubt in his voice.

That only makes Saifah’s frown deepen. “Be serious.”

“I am!” Kang says. “I would stop spinning without Sailom in my life.”

“Are you always this cheesy?” Saifah asks. He makes a fake retching sound.

“When it comes to your brother, yes.”

Sailom finds himself smiling as he goes back to bed and curls up on his side, pretending to be asleep. Some short time later, he feels Kang ease into bed beside him. Kang tucks himself in close, all that bare skin warm from the air outside. He slides an arm around Sailom’s stomach. Then, he presses the briefest of kisses to the back of Sailom’s head. It doesn’t take long after for Sailom to fall into a real doze.

#dangerous romance #kess sometimes writes fic not meta #kanghansailom #dangerous romance the series

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kazoosandfannypacks · 5 months

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summary: in a timeline where ezra didn't sacrifice himself at the end of rebels, and he and sabine were married shortly after the empire fell, they now celebrate their first life day together as a married couple. for sabezra life day week, day two: songfic. word count: 1.3K a/n: it wouldn't be christmas in my family without a little steven curtis chapman, so when i saw songfic was one of the prompts for sabezra life day, i decided to do a little fic based on the first verse of one of my favorites of his christmas songs, "christmas is all in the heart." also this fic never says one way or the other whether or not kanan lives in this au, so you have free reign to decide on that one! you're welcome! taglist: @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @kanerallels @piraterefrigerator @jedi-nurse @dootchster @lucasbridger @redroverrider @light-umbra @commander-tech @sabezra-life-day-celebration {if you’d like to be added to or removed from my Sabezra taglist, let me know!} also on ao3!

Life Day is All in the Heart

In a one bedroom comm tower, on the outskirts of Lothal, there stood a little Life Day tree, so small and cheaply decorated it could hardly be called that— and underneath it was one little gift for him and one little gift for her.

Sabine and Ezra sat on the floor next to the life day tree, snuggled together on a pile of blankets. Ezra could feel his heart warm as he pulled Sabine closer, as her head rested on his chest and her arms wrapped tightly around him.

Six years ago, he'd had three goals in life—free Lothal, defeat the Empire, and maybe somehow earn Sabine's affections. At the time, it all seemed almost impossible, but now all of it had become reality. Lothal was free, the Empire was no more, and somehow along the way Sabine had fallen for him, almost as deeply as he'd fallen for her. They'd gotten married shortly after the war. Less than a month later, they found themselves celebrating their first Life Day together, and it couldn't be more perfect.

Sure, in the way of decorations, there was nothing there to catch your eye. There were no twinkling lights or bright red bows, and there were hardly any colorful spheres on the poor excuse for a tree. Between the wedding, and crazy preparations and celebrations for the holiday as well as their duties to the New Republic, they'd hardly had the time to finish moving in, let alone decorate for Life Day. Instead of dozens of brightly wrapped packages, there were dozens of boxes they'd yet to unpack from their move. Instead of a huge feast, they'd made a meal of some quickly thrown together sandwiches. They'd still planned on meeting with friends and family the next day, but tonight, on Life Day's Eve, all they had was each other.

And Ezra and the new Mrs. Bridger couldn't be happier. He looked down at her and stroked her cheek, and she looked up at him and smiled, in that perfect, loving way that made Ezra fall for her all over again every single time.

"Wow," Ezra whispered.

"What?" Sabine asked.

Ezra shook his head, hoping his heavy breath might carry some words with it. "I'm just... it's all so perfect."

"What is?" Sabine smiled, and though she clearly already knew, Ezra continued anyways.

"Everything," he said, "you and me— you and me— who could've seen that coming?"

"Certainly not me," she chuckled, then reached up and stroked his cheek, her fingers lovingly tracing a familiar path alongside his scars.

He took her hand in his and squeezed it.

"I think it's time for your Life Day present," Ezra said. With his other hand, he used the force to pick up Sabine's present from under the tree and set it down in her lap.

"Don't most people wait until the morning?" Sabine asked.

Ezra had been holding onto his present for too long to wait much longer, surprised that he hadn't blurted it out already.

"Tomorrow we'll have to leave early if we wanna rendezvous with The Ghost on time," Ezra defended, "may as well exchange gifts while we're not rushed."

"You also really can't wait to see what I got you?" Sabine asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe a little," Ezra laughed, "but I'm more excited to see you open my gift."

"In that case, maybe you should open mine first," Sabine teased, "build the suspense."

Ezra smiled. "As you wish."

He force-floated Sabine's gift to himself, a cube shaped box that fit in the palm of his hand.

Sabine let go of Ezra's hand and sat up so she could get a better view of Ezra opening his gift, resting her head on his shoulder.

Ezra, of course, decided to have a little fun with it. He closed his eyes and concentrated, floating the box in the air and carefully and neatly removing the wrapping.

"Most people would just unwrap it with their hands, Jedi boy," Sabine said.

"Ah," Ezra said, letting the half unwrapped package fall into his right hand, "but then how could I do this?" He took her hand again in his left hand, watched her predictable but still beautiful smile, then floated the package back up above his right, "besides, I've opened holocrons. Unwrapping a Life Day present is a piece of...."

His words stopped dead in his mouth as the wrapping fell away, and he found himself staring at a strange but familiar chunk of metal. Before he had a chance to ask what it was, he caught it in his right hand, and a memory came flooding back to him— of his parents sending out a message of hope on a Life Day that seemed as though a lifetime ago.

"This belonged to my father," Ezra said, "it was part of their broadcast equipment. How did you...?"

"I wasn't sure what to get for you," Sabine explained, "what could I possibly get for someone who has everything he's ever wanted and would probably cry tears of joy if I gave him a rock I found on the ground?"

Ezra would've defended himself, but that sounded pretty accurate, so he let her continue.

"But then I started thinking," Sabine said, "and I remembered the first present I ever got you."

"The holodisc with my family photo," Ezra said, with a smile like he was poorly hiding something.

"Yeah," Sabine nodded, "so I went back to see if I could find anything else at your old place. I don't know if this is worth that much to you, but I know it belonged to your parents," and she pointed at one corner of the almost-spherical metal, "and this end of it? It's hooked, like the decorations on the Life Day tree. I thought, if we hung it up it would be like your family's always with us to celebrate."

Ezra smiled and ran his thumb along the gift. How could something so small and simple be so big, and so deep, and show how much Sabine truly knew him?

"But if you don't like it...." Sabine started, but Ezra wouldn't hear it.

"I love it," Ezra said, floating it to the one empty branch of their little tree, "thank you so much, Sabine."

He stroked her cheek with his now-free hand, then pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head.

"Your turn," he whispered, "open mine."

Sabine let go of his hand, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder as she unwrapped the package in her lap. Inside, she found a small holoprojector.

"What's this?" Sabine asked.

"Why don't you press play and find out?"

She turned it on, and a holo of them as teenagers started playing, one where they were sparring with each other, and Sabine was winning.

"I know it's not much," Ezra said, as a clip played of them both laughing together, Sabine laughing so hard that milk came out of her nose, "but I don't want to lose a single moment with you. Chopper and I uploaded it with footage he had— he records us a lot more than we realize— but there's a lot of space on here for new memories too, if we ever want to record them."

"Wow," Sabine said.

"I know," Ezra said, "it's not much."

"It's great," Sabine said, giggling as she watched a clip of Ezra leaning against a cart that he was unaware had wheels, "I love it."

Ezra smiled, proud to have done something to make her happy.

Sabine leaned closer to him, her whispered breaths warm against his cheek, "and I love you."

"I love you too," Ezra whispered, turning his head to hers enough that their foreheads gently pressed against each other.

"Happy life day, Ezra Bidger," Sabine whispered.

"Happy life day, Sabine," Ezra smiled, "Bridger."

Sabine smiled, then leaned forward, pressing her lips into his in a delicate kiss he was more than eager to reciprocate.

For Ezra and Sabine, Life Day wasn't anything big or fancy. They might not have had all the trimmings or trappings or whatever most people would consider "essentials" for the holiday.

But both of them would've been the first to say that they were together— and they had the happiest Life Day anyway.

#sabezra #sabezra life day week #sabine wren #ezra bridger #life day #christmas #star wars #fanfiction #ff #kazzy writes #kazzy writes fanfic #ezrabine #a kazzy little christmas #otp: im counting on you

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ros3ybabe · 8 months

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Daily Check-in September 11th and 12th, 2023 🎀

Did not have the time to make one yesterday as I didn't get home til almost 11 pm and was so tired that i immediately passed out. I had a really good day today(Tuesday), tho! I ordered a bunch of stationery off of Stationery Pal and Kawaii pen shop, and ahhhh, I love all of it, and they BOTH came in less than a week after I placed my order. The quality of everything is *chefs kiss* and I am so excited to start using all this stuff in my university academics as well as my self study goals! I might even switch back to paper notes because of all the stuff I bought, who knows.

Will not include What I Ate as I honestly don't remember, I am very tired at the moment(Tuesday night), having run most of today with 3 hours of sleep. This check in is going to be a bit more on the self care self compassion side as I had a rough two days honestly.

🩷 Personal Achievements -

Washed my hair

Made it to both classes on time

Organized my new stationery in my desk

Cooked steak *actually* good in my food fundamentals class

🩷 Academic Achievements -

Completed a PSYC writing assignment

Completed NUTR assignment

Completed pre lab quiz for my Anatomy Lab

Completed Osmosis lab report

Earned my Human Subjects Research Training certificate for my PSYC class

(I’m certified to use human subjects in research studies at my university for the next 3 years now, how cool!?)

Should I make a post about the stationery I got? Like a haul/review post? Let me know what you think! It’s all pretty aesthetic so I would love to share my opinions on the quality of the stuff I bought….and I bought a lot of stuff without realizing it!

🩷 As of today, Wednesday September 13th, here’s a little academic todo list for today:

Weekly Writing for my Food Fundamentals class

Take my Exam 1 for my NUTR class

Read Chapter 11 for my Personal Finance class + take notes on IPad

Complete my Nutrition Log for my Fitness for Health and Sport class

Study Japanese for 20+ minutes

🩷 And here’s a little personal to do list for today:

Change current fitted bed sheet to new one I just bought and washed, throw away old one

Take my bedroom trash out, throw out package box

Clean bathroom completely

Sweep bedroom

Organize desk more efficiently

Wash my current dirty laundry

Put away previous clean laundry

Change clear shower liner to my new one

Throw out old carpets and replace with new ones

Follow my skincare routine (my face is begging to be taken care of again)

Possibly hang up my string lights with clips behind my desk and attach BTS photos to clips 💜

Budget for paycheck tomorrow

This check in was definitely a little different than the others, especially cause I started it last night but had to save it as a draft cause I nearly fell asleep while typing it up. I will definitely post an update tonight to see how much of my to do lists I accomplished! Looking forward to having today to myself, as I didn’t go to class due to the extreme rain we’re having (I walk to my campus as I do not drive…at all) and I’m completely home alone today! Let the productivity begin!

Til next time, lovelies 🩷🤍

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canirove · 1 year

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Mason Mount Imagine | six

Author’s note: Wrote this the other day after watching a video of Zinchenko here on tumblr talking about his proposal to his wife, and how it didn’t worked out the way he had wanted it to. So that’s the summary of this imagine, a proposal that didn’t go as the reader (female in this case) had planned 😅 Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

Masterlist

"Wait, so you want to propose to Mason during an interview?

"Yes, but a fake one. The camera will be recording but there will be no signal."

"Ok…"

"Do you think he'll like it? You are his best friends, Dec. You know him better than anyone."

"He'll probably freak out, this isn't the usual, you know?" Declan chuckles. "But he loves you more than anything. He will definitely say yes."

"I hope so" I sigh. "And I also hope you win the game. Like, imagine you don't and when he comes talk to me he is gutted!"

"This national team is one of the weakest of the group, we should have an easy game. But we will do our best."

"Thank you" I smile. "Anyway, gotta go get everything ready for tomorrow. Don't say a word to him!"

"I won't. Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise" I laugh, interlacing my finger with his.

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"Thank you very much, Declan."

"Cheers."

"And we are out" my camera man says.

"Dec, can we talk for a moment before you go do the other interviews?"

"Yes, sure" he says as we move away from the others.

"How is he?"

"Devastated."

"Devastated?"

"Yeah" Declan sighs. "He blames himself for today's loss."

"But he just missed a penalty! It wasn't all his fault!"

"That's what I've told him, but you know him" he shrugs.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit!"

"I guess you aren't proposing tonight, are you?"

"I…"

"Hi, sorry to interrupt" says Eddie, England's photographer. "But they are wondering if your plan is still in motion. Mason doesn't seem to be in the best mood, to be honest."

"Wait, Eddie knows?" Declan asks me.

"Yeah, he does. He is an amazing photographer and I wanted to have him around."

"Thank you" Eddie smiles. "But what should I tell them? Do I ask them to bring Mason or…"

"No, don't. Tonight isn't the night."

"I'm so sorry" Declan says, giving my arm an encouraging squeeze. "I'm sure you'll find another cool way to ask him."

"Yeah" I whisper.

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"Hello, gorgeous."

"Hi" Mason mutters.

"Ready to go home?"

"Yeah" he replies as he gets into the car.

"I was thinking that maybe we could get some pizza for dinner? You must be famished after the game."

"I'm not hungry."

"Mason… it wasn't your fault."

"But I missed the penalty that could have meant us winning the game!"

"And Pickford made a mistake on the first goal, and the whole defense on the second one. Even if you had scored, it would had not changed anything."

"The mood would have been different."

"Or not. We will never know, so stop blaming yourself, ok?" I say, caressing his cheek.

"I'll try" he sighs.

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"Mason, what… what are you doing up this late? It's 4 a.m." I yawn as I walk into the kitchen, the lights blinding me.

"I couldn't sleep because I was hungry, and came to see if we had something on the fridge."

"I told you we should have gotten that pizza."

"Yeah, I know. I ordered from a different place and it sucks."

"Wait, you bought pizza this late at night?"

"Yeah. There are places open 24 hours" he shrugs.

"Bad places."

"Really bad places" he chuckles. "But something happened."

"Uh?"

"I paid the delivery guy with your money because I couldn't find my wallet, and look what I found on your bag" Mason smiles, showing me a small box.

"Oh shit" I say, suddenly feeling wide awake.

"This looks like a ring box. Why do you have a ring box on your bag? Did someone ask you to marry them?"

"What? No! No, no, no. It isn't like that."

"Then?" he asks, arching a brow.

"That… I…"

"Yes?"

"I was going to propose tonight" I blurt out.

"You what?"

"I had it all planned. We were going to ask you for an interview after the game, but it would be a fake one. And I was going to ask you to marry me while they recorded it and Eddie took some photos."

"Eddie knew?"

"And Declan. Since he is your best friend, I wanted his opinion."

"And what did he say?"

"That you would freak out, but say yes."

"Well, he wasn't wrong."

"What?" I say, finally daring to look him in the eyes.

"I want to marry you" Mason smiled, that cute dimple on his left cheek showing.

"Are you… are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my life. Should I open this box?"

"I… I guess" I say, still not believing what is happening.

"Oh, wow. It is gorgeous!"

"Well, you are gorgeous. It had to be a ring that fit its owner."

"Would you like to do the honours?"

"Yes, of course" I say, taking the ring from the box, my hands shaking a bit. Or a lot. "There you go."

"Perfect" Mason smiles.

"I can't believe we just got engaged. At 4 a.m., in our kitchen, while I'm wearing my pajamas, and you are in your boxes and have hot sauce on the corner of your mouth."

"What?" Mason says, quickly touching his face.

"Let me do it" I laugh before cleaning his face.

"Can I kiss you now?"

"You can" I giggle, putting my arms around his neck.

"This has been the best proposal ever, you know?"

"Better than my original plan?"

"Much better. I love you, future wife" Mason says, brushing his lips against mine.

"I love you too, future husband" I say before kissing him.

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount fanfic #football fanfic #football imagine #masonimagine

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unrequitedloveletter · 11 months

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The Fire That Burns Within- N.L x fem! reader Chapter Ten

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Okay!! This is the second-last chapter before the epilogue. I finished writing this after a couple of days of demotivation off of the dopamine from hitting word goals coupled with a several hour writing sprint, and it’s been fun! My writing process when it comes to series is generally a little chaotic outside of single-part fics and this fic wasn’t exempt from the chaos lol. Thank you for coming on this chaotic ride with me, I hope you’ve had as much fun as I have.

On another note, I’ve been chipping away at requests this week and one should come out by sunday, at the latest. My requests also open a week from tomorrow and a whole lot of stuff is happening with the blog this june, so yeah! It’s been a busy while witg everything going on and if you still have a request you’re waiting for and haven’t given up on me yet, thank you!!

Fic type- bittersweet fluff

Warnings- mentions of death

Weeks flew by in what felt like a matter of days, and the next thing you knew, you were face to face with Nikolai, taking in the scars on his hands, the coldness that had found a place in his touch.

"And you're all right?" You asked.

"I’m fine, gorgeous," Nikolai said with a nod. "You weren't worried, were you?"

The time in between the attack on the Spinning Wheel and where you stood, in the Unsea, had been very annoying. You were worried about the guy you had claimed to hate until Tolya drunkenly pointed out that love and hatred were sometimes so similar that they could feel like the exact same thing. You'd wanted to kill him in that moment, but after a lot of thinking, you realized he was right.

Somewhere along the line--probably the night he'd talked you down after you had barely managed to explain that the world was terrifyingly quiet, or maybe a day or two before amidst your bickering--you had stopped hating him, started to fall in love, and the emotions surrounding the Darklings having infected Nikolai with merzost had only made it more intense.

You'd agonized over Nikolai constantly in the preparation for the battle. You had missed him and it was hurting like hell. In the time spent missing the guy you realized you loved at the worst time, you realized how terrible it was indeed to realize you loved someone when they could've either been dead or thousands of miles away. It was terrible when they were so far out of reach it was almost impossible to fathom.

"I wanted you to be alive in the very least," you said. Nikolai grinned.

"Alina told me about it when she tried to burn the merzost away," he said. "You, agonizing over where I was, yearning to hear the sound of my voice? Perhaps even the press of my lips, she'd said. According to her, you were acting like a woman who's husband had died at sea. She reflected on it humorously, but it brought me back down to earth for a bit. Thank you."

"I did not--" you cut yourself off. You had been acting like you'd lost someone important, and there was absolutely no point in denying that in front of the reason you had been acting as you did. "I did want to hear your voice. I missed our bickering, but the press of your lips? If I wanted to kiss you at all at the Spinning Wheel, I would've asked."

You'd wanted to kiss him the night he'd helped you away from a panic attack, but you had not. You supposed it made your words a lie, but as you gazed at him--at his perfect eyes and the perfect hair that managed to look like lightened molten gold in the sun--you decided it was fine.

"You can kiss me whenever you want," Nikolai said. "All you need to do is say the word."

You scoffed. "Buy me a proper dinner first, Lantsov."

Nikolai laughed. Your heart gave a funny little jump. "As any decent man would," he said. "Tonight. If you find yourself with Tamar and Tolya when the Darklings corpse is burned, come by the tents after. We'll eat and talk."

"We're talking as it is, are we not?"

"There are other objects of importance that need discussing," he hummed. "Away from the ears of the sun summoners that the destruction of the Fold has created."

You gave a nod and left, missing the feel of his hand in yours as you walked away in search of Genya. - "The tailors did a scarily wonderful job," Alina said, shuddering slightly. Her hair was twinged a red similar to Genyas hair, likely taken from rooster feather. "That actually looks like me, white hair and all."

"Yeah," you said with a nod. "Tailors and their abilities frighten me sometimes. Really does look like you died next to him."

"You could leave Ravka if you got one of them to tailor you," Alina suggested. "If you still want to go like you did two months back, anyway."

"I've thought about it," you admitted. "Getting Genya or someone else to tailor me to look different, booking a boat ticket, and then leaving, but it's not that easy. Nik mentioned that there was something he wanted to discuss in private, and part of me does have to assume it's about whether I will stay or leave. I like to think my decision is made."

"Nik?" Alina asked with mischevious grin. "You call the prince Nik now, do you?"

"Apparently so," you said. "It's not worse than the fact that you told him I wanted to kiss him, or that it seemed like I missed his voice."

"You were acting like a widowed wife," Alina said pointedly. "You might've hated him at first, but you've come to like him, in the very least, since you first showed at the Spinning Wheel. It's fine if you do feel romantically inclined toward him. I thought I did once."

"It's the hair," you said with a laugh.

"And the smirk," Alina said with a nod. "And the charms that even you fell for."

The two of you stayed at the pyre for a long while, just watching it burn. You had grabbed your flint at one point, pushed the flames back in when they got too close for comfort. You and Alina listened idly to the joyous shouts, to the sound of violins and the barks of laughter as people rejoiced and danced until sunset fell, when you turned to bid her goodbye.

"Promise me you won't set him on fire when you two have your discussion?" Alina asked. You laughed.

"I make no promises," you hummed. "I rather think that the blond would look good if it were a bit charred around the edges, no?"

Alina snorted. "It might just, but try to make sure that it frames his face decently, or your efforts will have been for nothing," she let you go, gave you a grin. "If you become Queen like Mal has begun to think you will, you will make a better queen than any of the ones who came before. It was an honor to fight the war by your side."

"This from the bloody sun saint?" You asked, grin prickling the edges of your lips. "It was an honor of mine, Alina. I hope that, whatever life you settle into, it's good. I hope that it is as ordinary as you had hoped it would be from the very start."

"The love I feel for Mal is anything but," she said, looking over your shoulder. You turned in time to catch Mal, a grin on his face as he approached. "But our life will be as ordinary as we want it to be."

"Very ordinary indeed," Mal said with a nod. You clapped him on the shoulder as you walked away, turning your back on the only girl strong enough to kill the Darkling.

Zoya found you as you walked, looped her elbow through yours, and you let yourself grin.

You had not been so content in so long. It was a feeling you had missed.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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Can you please do a fluffy fic where the reader is a inspiring photographer who meets hook while shooting, unaware that he is a pro wrestler, once learning about his main passion and learning more about him, she doesn’t want to interfere with his goals and dreams, not knowing that she was his dream since they met.

Hook x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: maybe some swearing.

I think I went in a different direction that what you wanted but I hope you still like it.

Tyler - Hook

Summary: f/Reader is an inspiring photographer. While out shooting one day, she meets Hook. She didn't know who he is, but that all changes when they get to know one another.

YN'S POV:

Today was such a gorgeous day, that I couldn't help but grab my camera and head outside.

The weather is changing and to me, that makes everything just that more beautiful. The days are getting shorter, the holidays are just around the corner.

Thanksgiving has come and gone and people are putting up their holiday decorations and I knew what would be happening tonight.

So after doing what I needed to get done, I made sure I had everything and headed out the door.

The cool Boston air hit my face and I felt a shiver go up my back. But that didn't stop me from spending my only day off doing what I actually want to do with my life.

I spent hours taking photos of my surroundings, taking a few breaks here and there as I needed to warm up as the day got colder.

But as the day went on, I worked my way towards my final destination of the night. The lightning of the Boston Christmas tree.

I found a good advantage point of so I could take better photos. So I found myself by a group of young men, who seemed to have many people talking to them and asking for their autographs and wanting photos with them.

I barely paid them any mind as I was waiting patiently, but the small group seemed to get closer to me and I heard the one with the crazy hair ask,

"What is the big deal about this tree?"

Hook's POV:

I guess no one heard me and I was about to ask it again when I heard a female voice to the right of me speak. Her face was hidden behind a camera as she answered my question.

"Every year as a thank you, Nova Scotia sends a Christmas tree and it is our cities official Christmas Tree."

She has me intrigued. "A thank you for what?"

As she finally faced me, I got a good look at her and I felt like I couldn't breath. She was absolutely gorgeous.

"Boston was one of the places to come to their aid after the 1917 Halifax Explosion and every year since I believe 1971, they send a tree."

"I had no idea. Thank you. "

"No many do but I am more than happy answer any of your questions."

"I only have one, your name?"

"YN and yours?"

"Tyler." She stuck her hand out and I shook it.

"Nice to meet you Tyler, but I think I have been hogging you for too long. Your friends keep looking over here."

I turned around and could see them giving me confused looks but not Dante. He just had a small smile on his face.

"They are fine without me. I see them all the time. So are you a photographer?" I asked her.

"Not professionally, but I would like to be one."

"What do you do then?"

"I am a Chef. I work at the Omni Seaport. I work in Coquette."

"Sounds fancy." She smiled when I said that and I wanted to keep making her smile.

"And you? What do you do Tyler?"

My name was being called by Darius and I knew I had to get going. "I am a professional wrestler. You watch?"

"No, but I may start. For WWE?"

I shook my head no. "It is a newer one, called AEW. I'm on tomorrow night if you can watch."

"I would like that."

"Tyler, we have to go." This time it wasn't only Darius calling for me.

"Can I have your number? I have been enjoying our conversation and I want to get to know you." I blurted out.

"Um, sure." She said her number and I put it in my phone. I texted her and I could of breathed a sigh of relief when she showed me that she got my text.

I was nervous that she may of given me a wrong number.

I joined the guys and I looked back and saw her what I assume to be in her element. Her focus on taking the perfect shots, but she turned and looked in my direction and gave me a wave. I waved back and then as I was about to go back to her, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Let's go lover boy. Your Dad is waiting on us." Anthony said to me.

I couldn't get YN out of my head. She was even there when I had my match. I almost messed up a few times but I quickly fixed myself and won.

But I wasn't the only one who noticed I made some mistakes, my Dad did as well.

"You sure you're okay Tyler? You have been off since you came back with the guys last night."

"I'm fine." I heard my phone go off in my bag and I grabbed it to see who it was. I smiled when I saw it was YN.

'I only caught the tail end of your match on my break. You did amazing. I will have to come and see you live one day.'

"I know that look, who is it?"

I put my phone away and said no one.

"You don't need to lie to me son. Who is she?"

I told him what I knew about her, which isn't very much right now, but we have been texting since last night.

"Why don't you ask her on a date?"

"We just met Dad."

"That may be, but it never hurts to ask."

"She is busy, she is a chef."

"Tyler, when have you ever been nervous to ask someone out? Just ask her out, even for coffee or something."

I knew he was right, but we didn't have much time left here in Boston. We fly out in two days.

But the more I thought about, I knew my Dad was right.

'When are you done? If you're not too tired, I want to take you out for a drink?'

I hit send before I could back out. I sat there and waited for her reply but then realised she may be busy.

So I got cleaned up and I came back to a message waiting for me.

'Done in half an hour. I'll meet you at J.J. Foley's Cafe.'

I looked up the address and took a taxi there. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest the closer I got.

I grabbed us a table and waited for her. I let her know I was there already and I waited.

And waited until it felt like too much time has past. Just as I was about to pay my tab, I saw her coming towards me.

"Tyler! I am so sorry I am late. Some big hot shot came in and it was all hands on deck. I am so sorry." YN kept apologising, even after I told her it was okay.

We quickly sat down and started to talk. The two of us talked and got to know one another even more.

"I know you are going to be in Texas next week. When do you leave?"

"The day after tomorrow."

"Oh." Were my eyes deceiving me? Does YN look sad.

"We can still talk if you would like? I can fly back here to see you." Was that too forward?

"I would like for us to continue talking. There is just something about you Tyler."

"And there is something about you YN. I would very much like to get to know you more."

And we did continue to talk. Whenever we could, we would be texting or calling one another.

This went on for weeks until I was finally able to fly back to Boston to see her. My Dad found me the night before I was supposed to leave to see her.

"You got everything?"

"Yes." I was going over my list as we spoke. Double checking to make sure I had everything.

"I'll see you in a few days. Don't miss your plane back." I could of rolled my eyes at him reminding me once more not to miss my flight back.

"I won't Dad."

YN'S POV:

Tyler's flight was landing while I am still at work, but I will be meeting up with him after.

"So when does your boyfriend get here?" Krista asked me.

"He hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend yet." She gave me a look.

"Girl, you know you two are dating. The two of you talk nonstop and the way you smile when you talk about him, makes me want to gag and punch you at the same time."

I actually laughed at her when she said that to me.

I finished work quickly on time and went home to get ready for tonight. I was nervous as I got ready. Not knowing how tonight will go.

But I know which direction I want it to go in.

Even though this will only be the third time seeing him in almost three months, I knew I wanted to be with Tyler.

He is very kind and sweet. I see him with his fans and his interviews where he is being Hook always makes me laugh.

He has sent me flowers and gifts even though I told him he doesn't have too, but he told me he wants too treat me.

And as I opened the door to leave, there he was, standing there holding a bouquet of beautiful flowers.

Which I quickly took to place in a vase. The restaurant we were going to was in walking distance from my home.

"I am glad you could take some time off to come and see me." I told him after the waiter took our drink order.

"I have been planing this for a bit now. Just happy my boss listened and didn't put me on any shows this week."

The two of us talked throughout our date and we were only interrupted a few times from wrestling fans.

"You know you are being amazing about all this YN."

"About what Tyler?"

"The interrupting, the fans. Us not being able to see each other as much as we would like."

"It is okay. I get it. It's your job."

After dinner, we walked back to my place and I invited him in. He asked to see my photos.

So I pulled every thing out that I could. "These are really good YN. You should be a professional."

He said to me as he looked them over. I knew he was an amateur photographer. I have seen his own work.

"And you as well Tyler. Your photos are beautiful and I am sure you could win awards."

"That is a just a hobby for me. I have always wanted to be a wrestler."

"Is it cause your Dad was one?"

"Maybe, but I did grow up with it. I always told my parents I wanted to be one, but they insisted I get an education and try other sports."

I continued to listen as he talked.

"I knew I was going to be one. I trained and worked hard, trying to prove to everyone in the industry that I just wasn't the son of Taz. That I actually knew what I was doing and belonged beside them."

"But enough about me YN, please tell me what you have been up too."

Basically told him I have been working so much so I could take this time off to be with him.

"And I can't wait to spend it all with you."

That night was the first night we kissed and the night he asked me to be his girlfriend, which I of course said yes too.

But as the days went by, soemthing was eating away at me and it became more and more clear as fans came up to him.

A few times he politely turned them away and I knew that crushed him. I didn't ask him to do that but he did that for me.

On his final morning with me, Tyler handed me two tickets. "What is this?"

"We are back in Boston in a month or so and I want you to be there. So that is a first row ticket and back stage pass."

"I will book it off when I go back tomorrow."

Tyler went back to travelling and I stayed in Boston. We would talk all the time but something was off and I couldn't place it.

And it finally dawned on me when I watched his interview with Renee.

"So Tyler, fans have noticed that you haven't been yourself."

"I guess that is because I got a girl friend now and I don't get to see her as much as I want too, with traveling."

"But she understands right?"

"She does, it is just hard trying to be in a relationship with someone who doesn't travel with you while you are trying to live out your dreams."

I didn't hear the rest of it as I turned it off. I knew what I had to do, even if I will break my own heart.

Hook's POV:

I couldn't believe the text I just got from YN.

'I don't think this is working out Tyler. Keep following your dreams and you will be world champion.'

I tried to call her. Went to voicemail. I sent her messages on everything I could think of. No reply.

I have no idea what the hell happened between us. It was going great, or at least I thought so.

After YN not replying to me on everything, I went to work. I trained and trained and tried not to focus on her.

But as I landed back in Boston. I found myself walking the familiar steps to her street.

I knew she wouldn't be home as she would be at work. I thought about going there but that isn't right.

So I turned and walked down the block to where Darius and Dante were waiting for me.

My match night came and went and I looked at the spot where she should of been and saw it empty.

I had hopes YN would of showed up and we would of worked things out, but that was just a dream.

The guys and I went out for drinks after but I was barely able to finish the one beer I was nursing.

"I gotta go. I'll meet you back at the hotel." I told them. I didn't bother to wait around for them to respond.

I once again found myself on her street, just staring at her house. I was so focused on that, I didn't hear the footsteps behind me.

"Tyler?" I jumped slightly.

"Hi YN."

"What are you doing here?"

"I just have to know why? I thought we were doing good." My voice was soft as I asked her that.

"Let's go inside. It is cold."

I once again found myself in the comforts of her home.

"Please tell me what I did wrong."

"It isn't you Tyler." She tried to say.

"Do not give me that bullshit YN. I know sowmthing happened."

"I was listening to your interview with Renee. You said it was hard to be with someone who doesn't travel while you trying to live out your dream."

"I didn't mean it like that." I really didn't.

"Then what did you mean Tyler? Because it sure as hell sounded like I was standing in your way."

"Traveling without you was hard. I wanted you next to my side as we lived out our dreams together. You could quit and become a professional photographer."

"But Tyler," I interrupted as I needed to get this off my chest.

"Please YN, let me talk. Yes, being a wrestler was always my dream growing up, but that all changed when I met you."

I took a deep breath and grabbed her hands and held them between us. "You became my dream. I used to only think about wrestling and training, but you became my world."

She had tears streaming down her face and I wiped them away as I cupped her face.

"And you are still my world. Please give us another chance. I love you."

"I, I love you too Tyler."

"Please give us another shot. I have been miserable without you."

"And I you Ty. Okay, let's give us another shot."

I could of jumped for joy, but I did the next best thing....I kissed her and poured out my emotions behind that one kiss.

I spent the night with her, us showing each other how much we missed one another and as we fell asleep, I whispered to YN how much I love her.

Knowing that one day she will be my wife.

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You Deserve More

A Tommy Conlon X Dahlia(OC) One-Shot

A/N: Hey everyone and yes I am back with a quick Tommy Conlon One-Shot for your guys entertainment. I really went all on with the flow with this short story. I wanted to say that that is based on a true story of my sadly recent break up… The text messages you will read is based on the actual messages my now ex-bf and I exchanged and also did talk in person. But it is something I wanted to share with you all and something that I have been dealing with for a while. However I hope you find this shot very cute and i hope you all stay safe and enjoying your day. Thank you everyone for coming by and it’s good to be back!!! 😆👌🏻👍🏻❤️

TOMMY CONLON MASTERLIST

Honestly we need to talk when can you meet up with me?

These were the exact words that Dahlia had to read through that one single message. Only for it to be something that’ll only bring nothing but disappointment and hurt.

Yea sure maybe tomorrow after I’m off from work of if it’s possible maybe tonight babe if your not tired that is 💖✨💗

She remembered those couple of emojis that she sometimes would send every once in a while to Blake. Hoping that he knew that she was very much in love with him… or did he not see that???

That same night m, both Dahlia and Blake did meet up only it wasn’t just a talk about going on another date or trip of whatnot. It was more of a confession of wether or not Blake wanted to continue on with this relationship with her.

“Look I… I have been feeling like I need a break from both of us. Just need some space, I got work to do, and I just need to be my individual self again. And if you like we can do a break or we can just forget about everything. What do you want to do?”

Dahlia didn’t want to believe what she just heard from him.

What is he talking about us wanting to take a break???

Even after everything they had done together it lead to this. It only made her feel like she was being lied to all this time about him and the relationship. So Dahlia did what any other smart girl would do, just walk away. Even if it did feel like a knife was stabbed straight into her heart.

And now it has been over a couple of months later, Dahlia became another person day in day out. She became interested in pursuing a career in being a nurse and a certified therapist. She never would have thought of being able to achieve Teo goals in such a fast pace.

Even after the biggest heartbreak of her life, she knew that there was so much more out there to see. Though there were times when she would be alone, she wished there would be someone there to be encouraging, happy, and feeling grateful to have a girl like Dahlia. Only she tried her best to ignore such wishful thoughts but those dreams would become tears some nights.

Even though she never gave up on hope and in true love for finding someone to share her thoughts, feelings, success and most of all being important to him.

It’s nothing but foolish and untrue thoughts… there is no one out there for me… ever

“Dahlia, you know that patient in room 30 that came in last night?” Said Dahlia’s co-worker Nike, putting down other patient files on top of the front desk receptionist.

“Yes, I know who you’re talking about. Why, does he need to be checked up again, or take his next meal of the day?”

“Yes to his next meal and no to another thing,” said Nike while he gave her a smirk and a quick wink.

“Oh stop it Nike, are you being serious right now. I’m being professional here right now and what you think this guy seems cute? I don’t think so, he just looks like any other guy that you see in the streets. Besides I told you many times, I am not looking for nobody. I’ve been perfectly busy with finishing getting my Masters in therapy. Why would the hell I be wanting more than what I have right now?”

But all of what Dahlia said wasn’t really all entirely true, knowing deep down she did found the patient very attractive. He did had a bad injury on the side of his head, with some blood coming out from the wound and going in and out of consciousness. He seemed lost to where he was at that moment, while Dahlia attended to his wound with as much care as possible. While trying to clean away the blood as much as she could, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist with such strength that it made her yelp in fright.

“That fucking hurts, get away from me,” he said with that Philly accent, looking straight at Dahlia’s frighten and yet wonderful hazel-honey eyes.

“Hold him down,” said one of the male doctors, while two other male nurses tried to calm him down.

Out of his grasp, Dahlia didn’t notice she wasn’t breathing for air. She was to busy focused on him while the doctors finally gave him a dose to make him relax. Once he fell into a deep sleep, Dahlia slowly walked up next to the now relaxed and peaceful looking man. He looked no more than in his 30’s, blue eyes, very muscular from what she could see through his gray long sleeve shirt, short smooth brown hair, and his face. That face looked like a little boys, soft, innocent, and yet very handsome.

“Sure, sure, dear. I saw how you looked at him last night after Mark gave him a dose to make him fall asleep. You got lucky that he didn’t give you a punch in the face or something much worst. Anyways but tell me, do you think he’s cute?”

Dahlia only gave a look of bothersome to his friend, while she gave a small chuckle.

“Fine. Yes he seemed very cute, are you happy now?” Dahlia said hoping that it’ll satisfy his friends silliness.

”That answer sounded so fake, but whatever. Anyways, miss Dahlia, the patient needs to take his meal and must drink his medication afterwards. Would you be so kind in taking it for me please?” Said Nike he placed a tray of food with the medication on the side.

*******

Dahlia walked her way down the hall on the second floor of the hospital, holding the tray of food with both of her hands. Once she reached room 30, she felt nervous to see him again. Not only of what happened last night but she felt this feeling that she couldn’t really explain. But she ignored it and she quietly knocked the door hoping it wont wake him up. But after three knocks and no answer she let herself in seeing that the patient was taking a nap. Closing the door behind her quietly, she slowly made her way towards him. She sat the tray on the right side of the nightstand, setting the fork and knife on each side. Dahlia felt goosebumps with no explanation while hearing the beeping of the heart monitor. Until suddenly she heard a soft grunt coming from he left side.

“Hmm… hmm.”

“Sir? Hey, it’s ok, try not to move too much. You had a bad wound on the side of your head but we fixed you up in no time. On a scale of one to ten how are you feeling from pain?” Said Dahlia while she raised the top part of the bed while he continued to grunt a-little less.

“Pain? Hehe… I have been through more worst than this lady. This, it’s like if I just twisted an ankle or soemthin’. So I don’t care much if I feel like shit or not,” he said trying to sound tough and just trying to shrug it off.

Dahlia only smiled seeing that he tried to be funny, though his wound would leave him a good scar in his head.

“Well you should be thankful that it didn’t open much more than it looked last night. But right now you must eat something first so you can take your next pills. Here now,” Said Dahlia picking up a few piece of food with the fork.

“Hey I can feed myself I ain’t some 3 year old damn kid that needs someone else to feed me. That’s just weird and childish,” he said leaving a bit away from the fork filled with food.

“Oh please don’t sound so difficult, look I’m trying to help you and doing my best here to get your strength back. Or otherwise you’ll be here for quite some time if you want to take things more slower. It’s your choice sweetie. Either take it slow or take it quick?”

He only rolled his eyes in annoyance looking the other way while Dahlia patiently waited for a response.

He’s like a child, only in the body of a grown man… I think that’s cute…

After awhile he gave in, one bit of food after another he cleaned his tray off.

“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Dahlia said in a cheeky voice, while he didn’t say a word. “Alright you have to take your painkiller now, here.”

As she gave both the pill and the cup of water to him, he took it like nothing. It surprised Dahlia that he easily took them without sounding foolish. He swallowed the pill in one go as well as the cup of water, giving the now empty plastic cup back to her.

“Right then, you must rest now I’ll see you later to give your last meal for today. The doctor will come and see you,” Dahlia said as she placed the cup on top of the empty tray.

Before she made her way towards the door, he heard him call out to her to wait.

“Hey, I… I want to say I’m sorry for the way I acted last night’. And for graspin’ to hard on your wrist, I just… last night I got into this stupid fight. Lettin’ some steam off like it would be such a helpful thing but it just went south.”

Dahlia was left confused as to why he started to say these things to her. Even though she was taking a masters degree as a therapist this seemed like a nice opportunity to interact with. Dahlia then sat on the chair at the end of the bed hoping to see where this might go. Hoping to try out her first intercession with a lot of high expectations in trying out her skills.

“May I ask why did you decided to fight with someone random? Did you think it would ease whatever it was building inside of you? Or maybe you want to forget about something going on with your family or somebody else in particular?” Dahlia asked on hopefully she was doing this right and not sounding too pressuring.

“Hehe, I always have something building inside of me. Just already got use to havin’ it around all the time. I have family, a brother and I have my dad too but I sometimes try to be with them but I always shut them out. I sometimes like to be left alone and well… there was this someone I use to be with but… she wasn’t it.” He said while biting his lips together his eyes looking down.

Dahlia saw the way his body languages changed, seeing she hit a nerve on him.

“And is that person still in contact with you or you both went separate ways?” She then asked knowing where this talk might be going too.

“I did for a while but she didn’t want nothing else to do with me because well let’s just say she was the reason for why we aren’t together anymore. I loved her so much, gave her my time, energy, gave the whole world to her. Though when she said she wanted to have space and be alone, I didn’t know understand at that moment. Until now looking back at it, she didn’t have that same love back for me. And I asked myself, was that all a lie?” He then said letting out a heavy sigh while he fiddled his fingers.

“I see. You’re going through a lot with this relationship you thought was real. Believe me I was once there, I also thought afterwards if I was taken advantage of. And even thought the whole relationship we had was all a lie,” dahlia said surprised to hear herself be this quickly open to someone she just seen last night.

“I guess we both in the same page. What a small world that we both ended up having bad relationships,” he then said which it made them both smile and chuckle a bit.

“You’re right, you know you feel like you found the right one but they end up being a disappointment? Yes that’s what happens when you be too nice and humble to someone,” said Dahlia thinking about her time with Blake, which she new she did give everything to him.

The patient looked at her way, seeing a sad expression on her face knowing that he too did hit a nerve. He didn’t expect to stumble upon someone else who would feel the same place as him. And being so open to a nurse out of everyone in this world. He then still looked her way and without realizing he had his hand gently placed on top of her right arm.

“Hey let me tell you something. Whatever that asshole did to you or said. You deserve someone better, even if you have to wait for years or whatever the time gives you. It’ll pay off in the end, because you’re a pretty girl, you seem smart, and most of all should be treated like a queen. So you’ll be ok we all will.” He said giving a small smile at her, which Dahlia gave a smile back.

“You know I never got your name, what’s your name? I’m Dahlia and you’re sweet and thank you,” she said feeling her cheeks turn warm from the compliment he gave her.

“Tommy. Tommy Conlon and that’s a cool name I’ve never heard of it before. But hey I’m just honest with others you have been the most pretty nurse so far. I hope that doesn’t sound weird or something,” he said feeling a bit of a dumbass for saying that.

“Hehe no you’re fine it was just unexpected to say the least. I have to get back to work but get some more rest and I’ll be back later tonight. It was a good talk but see you then,” Dahlia said getting up on her feet as she grabbed the gray one more time.

“Yes it was nice talking to you, and believe me I’ve had too much rest already. But yes see you soon Dahlia,” said Tommy giving her one last smile to her which she just nodded her head.

Once outside of the room, she gently rested her back against the wooden door. Mind boggled as to what just happened right now. Not believing that someone like Tommy would open to her that fast. But at the same time she felt comfortable in sharing her story too.

What the hell was all that about??? Have you lost yourself Dahlia…

However deep down, she did feel something warm when they both talked. Like she felt some sort of trust with Tommy, it’s like they were meant to stumble with each other. Thought was it for a good reason or a bad one? Only time would tell and Dahlia hoped that he might be someone that she could call a friend and to be able to talk without feeling judged.

It’s only for me to decide if I want him to come in… we’ll just have to wait and see…

*******

Dahlia woke up early to get herself ready for graduation. It has been over 2 fast years since she started. She wished it didn’t end very suddenly but there was something more special that happened in between those years.

“Baby, hmmm… come back to bed just for a few more minutes?,” groaned Tommy as he laid on his left side of the bed seeing a peak of his big pecks of his chest.

“Awww my baby boy, didn’t you already had enough of making out from me last night?” She cheekily said until Tommy wrapped his arms around her catching her off guard.

Landing on the bed again, they both laugh and hugged each other close together, exchanging another long, sweet kiss. The longer the kiss became, the more Tommy wanted to go another round again. Dahlia felt his right hand going under her white long blouse. Making her lowly moan between her mouth and Tommy’s. She went on top of him, not letting go of those plump, thick lips of his that Dahlia had grown to taste and love every second.

“My babygirl is finally graduating today. You did my Dahlia, you got to where you want to be,” Tommy said gently cupping her face with both of his hands, making her smile in glee.

“We both did, not only is about me here love. You also should be proud of yourself to have your own gym along side with your brother. And not only that but I have confession to make and I’ve been nervous to tell you,” Dahlia said while she gently bit her bottom lip hoping that whatever Tommy says about this big news she only hoped that best for both and a change in their lives.

“What is it you’ve been wantin’ to tell me babe? You already know you can tell me anything, we already talked about this. Just relax and tell me when you’re ready, ok?” Tommy said reassuringly, as they both clasps their hands to together, which Dahlia felt at ease.

“I… well we… we are expecting a little us and I don’t know if you are ok with taking this step further. It sounds crazy believe me but that is why I was scared to te-.”

“Are you kiddin’ me Dahlia?” Tommy cut her off but in a joyous way, making himself sit up a bit more comfortable not believing in such wonderful news he was hearing, “Of course I am good with this, why did you keep this within yourself until now? How long has it been since you knew you were having a baby?”

“Remember when went to that party with your brother Brandon and Tess? Well when I told you that I was going to walked out for some bit of air? I lied to you about it and I instead went to the restroom, and I took a pregnancy test and it came out positive. I didn’t want to believe it was real but it was. That’s why when you told me when I came back if I was fine, I knew it was wrong for me to keep it this long. But now you know, and I really was nervous if you were going to yell at me or something.”

“No, no, baby. This is the best thing that I am really looking forward too, especially now that you and the baby our my priority to take care of you both. No matter what, I want to be here for you and showing our baby girl or boy that his or her dad will promise to always take care of them. I love you so much my Dahlia,” Tommy said looking down at her flat stomach that will sometime later begin to grow a lovely bump.

“You will be there for our baby boy or our little girl. I know deep down that you will be the best dad that the baby will be lucky to have. We got this and we will work hard to give our child the best that we can. And I love you more my Tommy Conlon,” she said as she gave him another tender kiss knowing a bright future is awaiting for them.

Something that was well worth the wait and deserving.

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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Hii do u write angst? Like can we have y/n with an unrequited love for erwin smith

Anon, angst is my SPECIALTY i've made so many ppl cry with my angst writing skillz

as a matter of fact, the main point of my erwin x oc longfic is ANGST AHAHAHA if you love angst, ive written 250k words of it (go read it uwu)

but if you're not into longfics, pls accept this humble offering *stretches fingers*

trust me, bestie, unrequited love is least painful angsty trope i can write you. I want you to think about spending your entire life trying to please this man (joining the Survey Corps and becoming a top soldier FOR him, to protect him) and he still goes out and dies cause you will always come second. His dreams, his aims, the fate of the world will always be more important to him than you are.

So, even if he loves you, does it even matter? Erwin is a selfish man, but when it comes to his own feelings? He's as selfless as can be. He's going to take his fast-thrumming-for-you heart and he's going to toss it into the gutter, you know why? Because it simply doesn't matter. His feelings for you don't matter.

You don't matter. He's going to order you to ride to your own death if it means it saves the world.

He will order the person that he loves to die if it means his plans will be realised. And you're going to die for him, because that's what you've been doing your entire life, isn't it? You joined the Survey Corps for him and he has never even looked at you with a spec of fondness.

You're not even sure whether this man feels anything, sometimes you're just crawling in despair and you're certain you should quit and leave the Survey Corps because you thought you were chasing his heart, but there's no heart beneath his chest. He has torn it out and he has buried it somewhere and looking for it is pointless no matter what you do.

And it was in times like this when he'd ask you to sit on his lap, in the very late nights when you would check up on him. You knew he always worked and you always tried to throw a blanket over him whenever he'd fall asleep on his desk.

But tonight he wasn't sleeping and tomorrow you had prepared your resignation to deliver to him. But he wasn't sleeping and he asked you sit on his lap.

And you did, and he buried his face in your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you and he closed his eyes. He drew in your scent and he sighed blissfully when you buried your fingers in his hair and you stroked so gently.

You found him sleeping so peacefully on your shoulder and you decided you weren't going to resign tomorrow. But that very instance had happened before, over and over, and he had confused you.

Did he love you? Did he resent you? What did he want? You were never going to get an answer and he was never going to say that three-letter sentence that you so desired, but you still stuck by his side for those very, very rare moments when he gave you the most affection you've ever taken from him.

You were going to waste your life over this, weren't you?

Even when you knew that one day he was going to die and you were going to lose him, maybe you would ride to your death beside him. You cursed your heart for choosing him so many damn times.

Erwin Smith was a man with purpose. Love and marriage and children were never going to be part of his life and he had always known that.

But then you came into his life and he tried everything he could to kick you out of it. Heck, you joined the freaking Survey Corps just so that you could be closer to him. He hated it though, because you put him out of his course. You got into his plans and trampled all over them.

All he ever planned was for himself to achieve his goals and die a meaningful, honorable death in the battlefield. That was a realistic ending that was never going to hurt anyone. He actually hoped to inspire the future generations like this.

But no, you just had to be there and make everything so damn complicating.

You could no longer keep it up like this. You needed some clarity. You deserved it at least. So you talked to him about this and it only ended up with him bursting out like this.

“I feel nothing for you,”

It was a lie. A lie he kept telling himself. A lie that he had tried to use to convince himself. I feel nothing for her. She’s nothing to me. She’s nothing. But it was just so hard to resist because you were everything to him and it was just so difficult.

You felt numb for a moment. Had he actually just said that? After everything you had done for him. You let out a soft sob. I feel nothing for you. It felt like a stab in the heart. Why was he doing this? Why again? Had he not hurt you enough?

“Why are you doing this?” Tears ran down your cheeks, but you wiped them away immediately. “But I… I love you,” There was no point in trying, was there? You had done so much for him. You would let him hurt you over and over and you'd take it, but how much could you take?

I feel nothing for you.

“You don’t love me, y/n, you love the way I treat you,” He turned and looked at you and approached you. “You love the way I use you. The way I hurt you,” He wrapped his arms around you. “You love the way I break your heart, over and over. You love how heartless I am,” He knew there was some truth in it. You would never admit it, but yes, you loved the way he used you. His doll. His little slut to use to please himself. But he was wrong about everything else.

“If that was true, I would have never joined the Survey Corps,” You sniffled. “I wouldn’t set my mind on becoming a better soldier than you are if it wasn’t for the sake of protecting you,” you gritted her teeth. “I tried to leave. I tried to convince myself that pursuing you is a hopeless cause. Yet here I am,”

“Then why are you here?” His arms tightened around you. “Why are you here, y/n, I’ve given you every reason to hate me. Why don’t you just do it?!”

He looked so desperate. Bright blue eyes wide staring into your own. His arms so tight around you, it suffocated you, but you didn’t care. Was that it? He had been trying to make you hate him? To make you try to leave again? Why would he do that? He probably didn’t even want you to be there, did he? No.

He didn’t want her to be in love with him. He didn’t want that because he was going to fail you. He was going to hurt you. He was possibly going to ride right into his death one day and he knew he wouldn’t spare a thought for you. He would hurt you because he’d put his job above you. He’d do it without a second thought and order you to jump right into your death if it meant his plans would bear fruition.

And you did not deserve that. You had to leave before it’d get to this.

“Maybe that’s because…” Your eyes softened, and you cupped his cheek. “…deep down I hope that there’s a part of you that you won’t let out,” you ran the back of your soft fingers across his cheek, and he closed his eyes momentarily. Your eyes filled with a new pair tears. “A gentle man who would allow himself to love me,”

But you knew this man would never come out.

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drainxx · 5 months

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Nov 29th 2023

Not a great day as far as food.

completed a 19hour fast

completed day 10 of 10k steps

Dad made me eat and I kind of spiraled.

I haven’t been doing very well and I haven’t been wanting to go into detail in here because this has been my absolute motivation zone lately but during my recent crash of routine I’ve been totally off my game and trying to get back. I’m exhausted and I know that I need to pick myself back up and continue where I was in my control journey right this second before I can get used to the despair and anxiety of food again.

Even just a few days ago I felt on top of the world. I’d never felt so in control of my life, my body or my mind and I was absolutely elated. I felt so good, so motivated, so happy, so clean and for the first time in my life, completely and totally in control of my mind and thoughts regarding food. I had a clear vision of where I was going and it was a beautiful feeling.

I hit a rough patch during an unexpected food event and it sorta messed me up, causing stress and anxiety and kinda swayed me from my goal. I kept going and I was recovering quickly and then I hit my period and it complicated everything.

Hope is absolutely not lost because because I still have a notable chunk of my discipline sill going strong in me through my walking streak. I know I can get back to my controlled state of mind in no time I just lost myself for a second there and I was scared to admit my fall because I didn’t want to make it real, as I was doing so well. That might have made it worse, so I’ll come out and say it, yeah I’ve been messing up. But there’s only one thing I can do and that’s stand back up and show myself how strong I still am tomorrow. And each day following and I can’t wait to get back into my controlled state of mind. And just being able to say that show me that I’m half way there already and it’s only up to putting it into practice.

What I need to get done:

•Establish my firm routine going forward to make sure I have structure and don’t fall off again.

•Identify my triggers and how I can ease and overcome them

•make sure I am constantly reminded that I have not lost, and this is just another bump

I will work more on this Tomorrow because I need to sleep tonight and sort some things out but I am still in this.

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hwaightme · 1 year

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gorrrllll i just finished bang bang. omg what a masterpiece once again!!! like i have no words!!!

first just gotta say paradigm hwa was the perfect fit for this! when you described the fingerless gloves, the slicked back hair… absolute devastation!! paradigm hwa’s got me in a chokehold and tbh i dont mind at all.

before i gush over the narrative, the character development and the ending (which you already know i loved it because… open endings>>>>>>) i want to talk about my fave excerpts!!

DISCLAIMER IF YOU DIDNT READ BANG BANG DONT SPOIL YOURSELF BY READING THIS AND GO READ IT

“He is a cutie, though, aren’t you, Sannie?” smirk gracing his lips, Seonghwa teased the cutie, who, judging by the sheer broadness of his shoulders, could probably snap a person in half with his bare hands. Not that the person would complain since the last thing they would see would be that pretty face… but that was besides the point.

when she almost deviated from her goal for San… so relatable. we are all like mc. i mean im ready to give it all up for san anytime. and gosh the way he’s so strong and mighty then a small little docile kitten with hwa. ughhh i love this duality so much!!! tbh i wanna own him. i want him to be my guard dog in public and my docile kitten in private <3 (san if you read this give me once chance lol)

“Ah how I missed you saying my name.”

my heart: *instantly melts into a puddle of pure 100% simping*

Do you really think that the judge was benevolent? Fuck… girl, you’re naive. That bastard passes his bank account around the courtroom, you really think he woke up one day and felt like being nice just because? Oh no…

the way i thought of judge jongho instantly hahaha that made it even better!

but girl this : You stared out at the metropolis through the windshield, registering your beloved criminal’s movements towards you. As you studied the glinting whites, reds and yellows that formed the urban starscape, you could not help but ponder how, out of all the millions of people, in this architectural phenomenon that seemed to stretch on forever, on a day when you were not even supposed to be where you had ended up being, you had run into none other than Park Seonghwa. And as fate would have it, you were naive enough to let him take everything from you. And being the loved up, hypnotised fool that you were, you thanked him for the misery in which you found yourself, because at least he made you feel. With him you were a disaster, but you saw life in colour. With him it was impossible to tell whether there would be a tomorrow, but you could exist in an exuberant today. With him, the everchanging palette of emotion had a canvas to paint on. And tonight, you were going to let the masterpiece create itself.

i literally ASCENDED!!! this is absolutely beautiful! the scenery! the resignation in mc! you can really feel she’s letting go, giving in to the monster! i loved that and the word choice!!!! every single one of them slapped in the face and i said thank you everytime!!!! such powerful poetry!

ok the main course

i absolutely LOVED the narrative style in this!!!!! i loved how the exposition wasnt linear! how as the reader you kinda had to piece the info and hints together to actually understand what happened between mc and hwa. it was brilliant how you were able to keep me on the edge of my seat wondering what the hell he did to her. and when you finally get it when you piece that he framed her, that he killed her ex for her! it’s a beautiful and complete puzzle ughhh so good.

and good god the character development!!!!!!! how mc goes from obsessed with revenge, obsessed with him and then resigned! it’s beautiful like as you read you can feel her very soul tearing with each conclusion she makes!!!!!! when she realizes hwa manipulated her fate once again with the dude in the back alley!!!!! and she just turns into a maniac for a second just to touch absolute serenity seconds later!! so gooooddd!

which brings me to the man of the hour!!!! hwa!!!!! i loved him !!!! i loved every wicked aspect of him! i loved that he was obsessed with mc but not really her more like the girl she could be. i love how you stated at the beginning that when hwa wants something he gets it. and what he wanted from mc was to break down the woman she was just to rebuild her into the woman he wanted her to be and he did that perfectly. planning every little detail until she was exactly where he wanted her to be. she became just as crazy as he wanted her. the cold hearted bitch he wanted. someone he could hate and love and love and hate on and on. until he would eventually grow tired of his toy and kill her and she accepted this fate she decided to own it ughhhh i love desperation so much <3333

AND THE ENDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH that was legit my reaction!!!!!!

when mc said “didnt you say you’d keep my hands clean…” i was like omg nooooo bai is about to go there isnt she ???????? then she continued with the questions and i was just screaming!!!!!!!!!! and i just know hwa knew that he succeeded!!! he knew he transformed her!!!! i just know he had the biggest boner hahaha and the fact that throughout this masterpiece you depicted him well enough that we KNOW he could do it!!! he could just take the gun to his head and shoot because he’s that crazy!!! that would be the ultimate test for mc! framing her for his own murderrrrrr omgggg im foaming at the mouth like a rabid racoon because im going completely crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

it was so good thanks bai for this once again!!!! it was perfection !!!!! you’re so so good it’s crazy!!!!!

AAAAAHHHH CAT!!!!! Thank you so very much for your time, for sharing this space and for this beautiful review oh my goodness ;~; <333 I am out here melting into a puddle of joy ;~; (also completely agree with you there, paradigm Hwa is… something else… really…)

For the main course <3 :

Honestly you mention this just as I am currently on a little bit of a san brainrot wave, and this is hitting different – perhaps the signs had been there even earlier and I was either in denial or oblivious to them lol; Both mc and Seonghwa try to act all ‘cool’ and smooth, be it to inflict wounds of jealousy or desire, or to present an odd version of nonchalance either way they are on interesting terms~ Ahahaah and the way I was thinking of Jongho when writing that part you mentioned~~ corrupt judge Jongho is pretty much canon so it had to be done~

;~; please you are too kind, thank you from my whole soul <33 Imagery is something that I enjoy quite a bit, since I would say I am a visual person generally and need to imagine how things look like to understand them, so I am really really glad that this flowed for you and was even… POETIC!?!?! Pls I am ;~; <33

Aaaah I am really happy that you liked the narrative style <3 I wanted to try my best to keep to a more ‘show’ rather than ‘tell’ style here, since there is more dark aspects to the story, crime/mystery tinges here and there (at least attempts at them), and I wanted the ‘what in the world happened’ to be hanging above the character’s heads like a sword, and then come together as these memories, that betrayal, the intensity of it all comes flying back. <3 And dfkjsglfsdf please I bow to you, am on my knees, bless you, really; thank you so much for your words on character development ;~; <3 I wanted to interlace emotional development (or turmoil lol) with the narrative itself so I am just incredibly glad that you enjoyed that!

Oh my goodness I am genuinely speechless, thank you ;~; It was a challenge to try and depict Seonghwa in a villain role (especially when constantly seeing updates on SNS and edits etc of him being literally the softest sunshine ahah) so really I am grateful that you liked his character in Bang Bang <33 At the end of the day, mafia!Hwa does not love, and if he does, it is the idea that he has crafted in his head, and will stop at nothing to bend the foundation (aka the person) to fit said idea. He wants to see people break, and he wants to be their demise and then their creator. And then, decide exactly when their time has run out. Effectively, he loves control. He desires nothing more than to take it away from others. Really I am just elated that you enjoyed!!!!! <33

Cat I am so so happy that you enjoyed the ending and the way in which mafia!Hwa’s character has been set up and grew to be the man, the monster, who actually could play into this ‘final request’ and potentially still win in some sense, or at least have his final thought be that he did. Also, while writing this I had the notion of the ‘sunrise’ and what that time of day means kind of replaying in my head, since if such an event (that is implied) is to occur, it could be seen as redemption, it could be seen as a new chapter, or it could be seen as an eradication of darkness (but who is it that perishes?). Overall the ending was in some ways a surprise even for myself, because initially I had one avenue planned out, and then… well I guess the two characters in the Rolls Royce steered themselves in another direction (and ahah I am right there with you in terms of open endings – closure? What? Huh? Lol)

Again, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you for your kind words, for the time that you took to read and to respond, and generally for being such an amazing person <3333 Much love<3

#hm/asks #hm/bang bang #cat <3

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whentherewerebicycles · 1 year

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time to declutter my brain by making some LISTS!!!!

time available to me in the immediate future:

had amazing weekend in pittsburgh! am flying home tonight so will have about 5-6 hours of airport and flight time where i can work on whatever

i have only one meeting & one tiny work task on the agenda for tomorrow so i will have that entire day

wednesday morning is packed with meetings but i’ll be finished by 12 and then will have the rest of the day to run errands, pack, and do other last-minute trip stuff

thursday morning will be a bit of a mad scramble but then i will have 10-11 hours of sustained work time on the plane to use however i want

things i need to get done:

pre-trip errands. i ordered a shitload of travel clothes & other stuff that all arrived this weekend, so i need to try everything on, decide what i’m taking with me, and drop off all returns before i leave. i also need to buy dog food, water plants, and pay some medical bills.

campus visit. i’ve gotten too far in the weeds with all the prep work and research, which is fine, like i needed to do that reading and thinking, but also now it’s time to step back from it a little bit and start thinking about the pieces i’m going to pull out for the actual talk. the sooner i can get a detailed outline together the less stressed i’ll feel, so i think i may spend tonight’s plane ride outlining by hand (since writing things out instead of typing helps me organize my thinking more efficiently). i want to think about several possible configurations for that hour, and then i also want to create a to-do list so i have a clearer sense of the stuff i need to prep or script in the next couple weeks.

i know i am going to put a lot of pressure on myself to do this “perfectly” or whatever, but i want to try to gently push back against that impulse. i am so prepared for this interview. the presentation doesn’t have to convey absolutely everything because i will have the entire day to answer questions and bring up things i want to mention. my goal is to not get lost into the details but to keep my messaging simple, direct, and compelling. i also read a bunch of articles in the chronicle this morning about how hard it is for universities to recruit and retain talented admin staff right now, and that made me feel a bit better about going into the interview. interviews are two-way evaluations and if they are interested enough in me for this role to invite me to campus, they are also going to be feeling some pressure to make this a positive experience and to convince me that this is the place i want to be.

IUI planning. i test tomorrow but kind of have a gut feeling this cycle didn’t work! i know i’ll be disappointed if the test is negative but i also think i’m so busy with other stuff that i’ll move on pretty fast and be ready to try again. i just need to reach out to my doctor before my trip to see what she thinks about squeezing something in around the travel and the campus visit - the timing will get a little hairy so it might not be worth it to try this month. we’ll see! but i have to do that before i leave as i need to know if i should take the meds with me & i also will need to set up my sister with the info to call the donor bank for me.

fic comments. lol my goal for this last cycle was to do 14 comments in 14 days and i only managed to do 4!! i will cut myself some slack here as when i set the goal i didn’t know about the job interview yet and didn’t anticipate that other stuff would fill all that open time. but i might try to do a few more on the plane tonight - maybe i can get to 7 at least.

okay! there’s a lot ahead of me but honestly i think i did a ton of good work in march and that has prepared me to roll into a very busy april in a reasonably calm state of mind. i can handle everything that lies ahead. and wow i’m about to have a very cool travel experience too!! and basically two full weeks where don’t have to think about my current job for even a second! i know i’ll probably be tired at the end of the trip but i hope it’s also a good brain break for me.

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pbandjesse · 1 year

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I feel exhausted. Today was a good day but I was not my best self at all. I wish I could fall asleep. I have been struggling so hard to fall asleep. It sucks. I really hope I can do it easier tonight because I have a long day tomorrow.

But even with being so tired I had a good day. I woke up briefly when James was leaving for their appointment. And would come home and would wake me up for real before they left with Gabe, who is in town this week, and they went for a bike ride to Annapolis.

It was really windy out today. Colder then I expected it to be. I didn't get out of bed until almost 10. Which we all know I hate. I want to be up and doing stuff. But I was so tired.

Once I did get up I made the bed and went and got dressed and things were done. I had breakfast. I watched videos. I just wanted to lay on the couch and do nothing. I did not want to go to my awah class. I did not want to go to my meeting. I was just very upset that I was so tired.

But I tried my best to shake it off. I got myself together. I did my makeup and felt cute. I would feel alright enough. I brought a cup with a straw to encourage myself to drink water. But would forget it in the car like a dumby.

I left for the hospital a little at noon. And it was a quick enough drive over there but people driving behind me were making me nervous. I idea what their problem was but I felt like they were annoyed with me not going super fast. But I know there are speed cameras on that road.

I lucked out though and got free street parking. And I was early but I figured that was fine. I actually had to go back to the car twice. Because I forgot my apron. And then wanted my sunglasses. And then I still forgot my water. Ugh.

I went up to the floor where I thought the classroom was but couldn't find it. So I went back downstairs to wait for Julie, the other teacher, and thankfully she had all the materials so she was very easy to spot.

I introduced myself and helped her carry stuff upstairs. And we found the class in the second try. Excellent.

We got set up pretty fast. And things were great. The project was decoupaged boxes and affirmations. And soon students started coming. They were all adults, but one young woman brought her baby and toddler. The toddler would draw and watch videos. But the baby, Bailey, was in the move! She was so stinking cute. Didn't cry the entire two hours. She was giggly and fun. I got to hold her and play with her once everyone was doing their art. I would carry bailey around and show her everyone's art and made her laugh which was great.

I also made my own box. Because I like to do the art with the class if I can. Feels weird to just stand there when they don't need me. But they were all so nice. And Julie is a very good facilitator.

I didn't realize this was an hour and a half class. Which honestly is better. And our clean up didn't take long. Some because I organized everything and tidied as we went. I washed all the brushes and we cleaned the tables and said goodbye to everyone!

And then it was a hop skip and a jump over to Hamden. I had to get to my meeting with Craig at the craft castle. I hate parking on the avenue but I found side street parking and got there just before 3.

And Craig was so lovely. The space was super nice. And he was so welcoming. We talked for about an hour. About what I do. His goals and aspirations for his space. And like even if it never leads to anything it was so nice talking to someone who has such similar values and wants to build community and encourage making.

I was starting to talk about James when I saw them walk by the door!! So I would say good bye and go and catch my husband.

We walked back to the car together and then drove to the grocery store.

We got all caught up on each other's days. And got some groceries. We didn't need a lot. Some staples. Some snacks. Paper products. James panicked at the register and felt rushed for no reason. I couldnt reach everything in the cart. It was all fine but James was stressing.

Soon we would head home. And I was really tired. And I would basically spend the rest of the evening resting. I painted my nails. James made us some food. And eventually they would go do this podcast and I would get in bed and just was. A little potato. I was just really exhausted. I didn't want to sleep because I want to sleep better tonight. So I forced myself to stay up.

Eventually James came and laid with me. We had cereal. Sweetp was here. And then I took a shower and washed my hair. I feel better right now. But man am I sleepy. I really hope I can sleep great and feel great tomorrow.

Tomorrow I have a long day at the museum. And then I have to run over to target. I hope it's fun. I think it'll be fun. I hope you all have a great night tonight. Sleep good. Be safe!

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