#and it doesn’t end up overflowing or exploding

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

just once, i wish people would tell me something feels off or went wrong or etc. before it turns into resentment &/or pain that overflows or explodes. i wish they wouldn’t let it build up.

this is exhausting. ¿how am i supposed to heal when i keep finding people like the person i no longer want to be?

[sincere1ystar]

Oh my Lover’s Gone, who will I run to now?

billy the kid x fem! reader

Billy falls in love with the daughter of the richest man in town, and even though her father is determined to marry her off to a wealthy man, things change when Billy realizes she’s pregnant with his baby.

Being the daughter of the richest man in town meant that you were born into a world filled with luxuries that other girls could only dream about. Diamonds were more than a distant dream to you, your lavish lifestyle ensured it. Yet you would give it all up for your love, for the real jewels you longed for resided in his eyes.

Even though your father didn’t hinder a particular liking for Billy, that didn’t stop you from seeing him. Everyone in town knew you were Billy’s girl, but your father was sure it was just some rebellious act of youth. “A youthful discretion while you can still take part of them doesn’t hurt anyone”, he used to stay. You never bothered to correct him.

Billy would sneak through your window every night, his arms providing the comfort you desperately craved throughout the day. His words wove you a blanket that not even the most expensive yarns or fabrics could make. It was your nightly ritual, yet this night was different. He found you with your knees pulled up to your chest, your hair falling onto your shoulders.

“Angel…”, he says the nickname coming to him naturally, “Oh angel…What’s wrong?”

You lift your head from your knees, “It’s nothing, just my father and his overbearing expectations for me making their presence known again”.

“Huh? What d’ you mean darlin’?”, you would often confide in him about the future plans that were expected of you and how you never had a choice in the matter, but this time felt different.

“They’ve found a suitor for me… Apparently we’re to meet tomorrow”, you say quietly as if being any more louder would make your statement come true.

His heart drops at your confession. Your father wasn’t exactly subtle with his distaste for Billy, but to set you up with another man? His mind was already reeling as you continued.

“And that’s not all.. Billy I’m pregnant”. Your eyes refused to look up from your shoes.

His eyes shoot open. With shock came happiness, joy that overflowed within him. Before you could fathom any sort of reaction to his display, he took you in his arms spinning you around causing you to giggle senselessly. You were scared out of your mind, being set up with a man while carrying the baby of another, but his kisses drowned out all your fears.

“Well now I’m definitely not gonna let ya go anywhere”, he says breathlessly, still holding you in his arms. “I’ll figure this out darlin.. don’t fret”.

You took his word for it. It was the only comfort you had, the only thing you were allowed to carry with you the next day as you walked into town with your father by your side ranting about what would be considered “improper” for your meeting with your new suitor.

“Papa please..”, you muttered.

“No, no this is for your own good”, your father interrupts, “ He’s a good man he can provide and-”

“But I don’t love him!!!”, you finally exploded, “What’s wealth and status without love? I don’t even know the man!!”

Your father ticks in annoyance before he replies. “Love won’t save you when times get rough”, he says the word as if it’s poisonous. “You’re not thinking properly because you’re young… But one day you’ll see it and stop with these.. fantasies”.

You didn’t bother to fight back when you were introduced to the man you were meant to be married to by the end of the year. His name was Henry, and that’s all you collected before you zoned out for the rest of the afternoon.

You resorted back to your room after your little trip to town, thankfully your father decided to show his gratitude through silence. Once you closed the door to your bedroom, your hands couldn’t but make their way to your abdomen. It wasn’t just you and Billy now, there was a baby too.

Billy gave you his word that he would find a solution, which is why you continued to entertain your father’s ideas of being wedded to Henry. But as the weeks passed and your baby’s presence became more prominent, the facade started to weigh on you.

“Billy let’s just leave”, you muttered one night resting against his chest as the two of you lied on your bed. It was late at night and everyone else was fast asleep, giving Billy the perfect opportunity to check up on you.

“Not yet my sweet”, he says in between kissing your forehead, “I still gotta few things to take care ‘f before our departure”. For you an’ the little one”

You smile at the mention of your unborn baby. You didn’t have confirmation yet, but you were sure it was going to be a girl. A baby girl who would be loved unconditionally by both her mother and her father. And once she grew up, she would have the chance to meld her own path instead of being handed a checklist of expectations at her birth.

The days you were forced to spend with Henry were more annoying than tiresome. You would often retreat to your fantasies during those times, dreaming about your new life with Billy and your baby seemed far more comforting than any riches that Henry could promise you.

“Your father has agreed to allow you to move to my house in the city by the end of the week”, Henry mentions one time as the two of you were settled in the carriage together. “It’ll be good for you to get settled in before we’re married”.

“What?!”, you quaked. That meant you only had a few days left, and last time you has asked him, Billy didn’t have a fully formed plan. Your hand almost flew to your midsection, to use the life being formed inside you as a comfort before you remembered where you were.

You didn’t even go inside your home when the carriage dropped you off, hiding out of sight in the bushes for a few moments before running to Billy’s cabin.

Billy’s heart almost dropped when he saw how fast you were running as he stood up from his spot on the porch. “Sweetheart!! You shouldn’t be running like that in your condition!”

“Billy.. Billy, we have to go now!! Now as in tonight!!”, you exclaim trying to catch your breath.

Billy puts his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to ground you, “Darlin’ what’s goin’ on? What’s the matter?”

“By the end of the week I’ll be gone!! Henry wants me to move into his house in the city, my father has even approved it!” You were hysterical at this point, tears falling before you could wipe them.

Billy was surprisingly calm with your words, well at least on the outside. His insides were overridden with panic, but he chose not to put it on stage. “O-okay calm down honey it’ll be okay”, he started to speak again when he noticed your sobs turning into sniffles, “We’ll leave tomorrow night”.

In turn, a light of hope started to shine onto your face and dried off your tears. In just a mere 24 hours you would get to be with your love forever and no longer entertain anything related to your family’s wishes.

“We’ll meet back here by tomorrow night”, Billy affirmed. “At about a quarter to midnight. A few men are on the lookout f’ me anyway.. so it would be better to get a headstart, and what better way to do that than with my girl on my side?”

You nodded at his words as his hands made his way to your face. Just one night and this nightmare would be over. Billy wouldn’t have to be constantly looking over his shoulder and you wouldn’t be forced to move to the city while carrying the burden of another man’s ring on your finger.

The next day passed you by as quickly as the night before. Henry hadn’t requested to see you that day, assuming that you would be busy with packing your belongings for the big move. And he wasn’t completely wrong since technically yes you were packing, but to run away with Billy not to move to the city with Henry.

Your heart had nearly beaten out of your chest as the sun went down. Eventually when nightfall arrived with the stars washing over the sky, your bags were packed and ready. This was it, and once you reached Billy’s cabin you and the baby inside your stomach would be cared for by his love for the rest of your days.

You crept down the stairs safely, but the creak from the door alerted your father. “Where do you think you’re going”, your father hissed.

The sound of his voice startled you, the confidence you once held started to slowly melt away. If you lied the two of you would be running in circles for hours, it would be easier to just be honest. “Papa.. I’m leaving”.

“Leaving?! Is Henry here to pick you up this late?”

“Not Henry.. it’s Billy”, the words suddenly felt awkward on your tongue. “I’m… We’re leaving town together”.

“You will do no such thing”, your father demands. “Go back to your room, it’s late”.

You were about to retreat when you noticed the time. Only twenty minutes left, and you knew that Billy couldn’t afford to wait since people were already on the lookout for him. “No. I’m sorry papa but I can’t”.

Your father suddenly grabs your hand in a desperate attempt to stop you. “Please.. don’t do this”, his tone is more pleasing than demanding. “I understand you love him and love keeps you warm at night, but as I once said: love won’t provide for you”.

“Papa, stop!! I have to go!!”, you chant out frantically as the clock in front of you ticked closer and closer.

“No!!!”, he bellows, “Don’t be ridiculous—”

“I’m pregnant!! Billy and I are having a baby”, the words spew out before you can stop them. Once realization hits you, a couple of stutters escape from you in an attempt to erase what you just said.

“There’s.. a baby?”, your father questions softly. You expected him to explode, but his eyes were full of reason. “And you’re sure about him?… That boy, Billy, he’s a good man?”

You nod anxiously and it doesn’t take much for your father to realize that he had already lost you. Although he threw all sorts of expectations at you, deep down he did care for his daughter which is why he let you go. It’s the least he could do.

You would finally have it all.

By the time you left the house there was only five minutes left until it would officially be a quarter to midnight. You ran as fast as your legs would take you, despite them aching as one of the side effects of carrying the life inside of you.

“Billy!!”, you shout out as you search his cabin for his presence. It was empty, no sight of the man you loved at all. He had said to meet you here hadn’t he? Your eyes darted to the clock and it read to be midnight. Fifteen minutes after your designated meet time.

“No.. no”, you mumble as you search through his things. You knew Billy had left, he was on the run and couldn’t afford to wait. His belongings being scattered everywhere proved to you that his place had been thrashed by whomever was out looking for him. You were sure it had killed him to leave, for he was a good man and couldn’t bear to be away from you. He once compared your absence to a lack of air, to which you laughed at his dramatic antics. That was all a memory now.

The tears you so desperately tried to hold in finally spilled when you lay down on his bed. The sheets still smelled like him. It was probably an overreaction, but you felt as if the baby inside of you felt Billy’s absence as well as you sobbed and buried your face in one of his few remaining shirts.

Some would say that you had it all now. You got to keep the riches you had grown up with and you even managed to gain your father’s approval, but you had lost your love. You were too late, and the cost you had to pay for that was much more than any price tag.

[mythicmanuscripts]

hi!! omg I love all your work — you’re so talented and it really fills a niche in the fandom that has a severe dearth of fics 😍

in your answer about the hotd boys being jealous, you described Jace’s reaction: “Yeah he’s upset. He tends to get quiet for a little while and then when you’re alone together he’ll kinda just burst into tears? Absolutely no warning just a full breakdown. Because he doesn’t think he deserves you.”

could you expand on this a little bit? would love to see an imagine on Jace not being able to take it anymore and having a breakdown out of the blue and reader comforting him! thank you!!!

Of course I can!!! If there's one thing I am always down for it's Jace angst.

There's nothing NSFW in this ask so there's no cut, but you should note that there's definitely implied sub!Jace so bare that in mind before you scroll :))

So firstly, after I thought about this a bit more I realised that I think a breakdown out of the blue would actually be a relatively common way of Jace expressing his emotions? He tries so hard to be strong and put together and he tries to be someone people can actually look up to. He tries so so so hard to make sure he's as perfect as he can every single time he's in public.

As a result, it's not uncommon for something to just be the straw that broke the camel's back and the next thing you know Jace is crying in your arms and you arent even sure what happened to trigger this.

I also think that with Jace, 9 times out of 10 whatever has triggered his upset is not the actual problem? He'll end up sobbing because he dropped his glass of wine and it broke but that's just the trigger and not what's actually going on. It's only after he's calmed down that he'll tell you about the fight he had with his mother earlier that day and that was the real reason for his outburst.

No matter how many times you try to get Jace to talk you before things overflow, he just doesn't. However, he does slowly start to realise you will always be there for him and so when he starts to feel that stress and upset he actually starts to warn you? He'll come to you and say he thinks he's going to have a breakdown within the next few days and then you ensure to stay by his side and watch out for it so that you can get him somewhere safe and look after him. Trying to get him to tell you about what is causing the stress and upset when he tells you a breakdown is looming only makes him more upset.

Him actually admitting to you that it's soon is already so much more than he has ever done before and you really need to just thank him for letting you know and promise him that you will be there when the breakdown does occur.

Anyway, that's my very long winded way of finally getting to the point of all this: I think that whole process of stress building until he explodes increases exponentially when you're being flirted with or someone is clearly trying to undermine his marriage with you.

The most common form this takes is people suggesting to you that your husband is a bastard and that you should leave before you're stuck with children from a bastard. Of course you couldnt give less of a shit about who his real father was. You love him for who he is and nothing will ever change that.

You couldn't care less about those comments but they always Jace to his core. If he hears it he's always quiet for the rest of the evening, and sometimes he won't even speak to you? He doesn't want to bother you, so he avoids you the whole evening.

When you finally see him in your shared chambers before going to bed he's still quiet and doesn't meet your eye. You go to bathe and get changed and then when you return Jace is curled up in bed crying.

You don't even ask any questions because you know exactly what's going on. You sit down on the bed and pull him closer. He goes easily, resting against you.

You stroke his hair and rub his back. You remind him that you love him and you couldnt care about what others think. He nods, and he appreciates the words he really does, but he's still sniffling and crying.

You used to get worried when this happened and would feel guilty that you couldnt work out what Jace needed. But now you've learnt that very often the only thing he needs is you. His emotions can be big and scary and he needs a place where he can experience them without judgement. So after you've reassured him, you stay quiet and just hold him until he calms down enough to pull away and thank you.

[steviewashere]

#50 just make it hurt/comfort and really angsty and sad (I’m clearly in a sad mood asking this rn 😅)

First of all, I hope you're doing better! And hopefully this suffices the ask. I got a lil' crazy with it, wrote way more than a drabble (again), but who cares?

50: Writer's preference, I chose prompts 33: "Please don't do this." and 12: "I think we need to talk."

Tags: Post Canon, Post Season 4, Established Relationship, Steve Harrington has Nightmares, Steve Harrington has PTSD, Steve Harrington is a Mess, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, (And Gets One!), Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Arguments, Making Up, Mild Vomiting (Like One and Done), Miscommunication

————— Eddie notices a lot about Steve. Which makes sense, they’re dating, that’s supposed to make sense. But sometimes he wishes that he didn’t have to notice. That he didn’t have to hide his glances because he could spot Steve’s heavy eye bags, or the way his shoulders have been slumping, or how high strung and tight and angry he’s becoming.

The first time he sees a change in Steve’s demeanor, they’re hanging out with all their other survived friends. In his backyard. By the pool. Except, that’s not quite right. Everybody except Steve and Nancy are hanging out at the pool. They’re on opposite sides of the yard, surveying, keeping close eyes on everyone as they move and speak and laugh. At some point, though, Nancy decides she’s had enough waiting. She leaves her post, hesitantly sits next to Robin on the edge of Steve’s pool, and lets her feet soak in the water. Her smile comes easy and her eyes grow soft, and that’s when Eddie knows she’ll be okay. But he keeps his eyes on Steve.

Sure, he should be enjoying himself. Which he is, slightly. Standing in the shallow end, leaned up against the pool wall, just letting the water kiss his scarred skin. He’s sipping on a chilled beer. Talking languidly with Dustin and Lucas and Jonathan about music and games and hobbies. Then, Dustin leaves him. Leaves the water. Strides over to Steve, face set with determination, and a pep in his step. Eddie goes quiet in the conversation, looking over his shoulder instead to where Steve is tucked near his back door. Where he’s not drinking his beer, still sealed and dripping condensation onto Steve’s bare thigh.

Dustin asks him something. Steve shakes his head. He tries offering something else, gesturing loosely with his hand at the pool and the small group that he just came from, but Steve is adamant on his decision. But of course, Dustin never takes no as an answer. He pushes. Which leads to Steve roaring: “Dustin, fuck off!”

Everybody falls silent at that. Eyes on him. Steve bristles, chucks his closed beer to the wooden porch, and disappears into his house with a slam of the door. The beer is fizzing, exploded. And then Dustin starts crying.

That’s the first time Eddie notices a change.

The next time, it’s somewhat subtle. Steve spacey at work, quiet as he shelves tapes, not even talking with Robin. He tries speaking with Steve, but only gets some non-committal grunts instead.

His last straw is an argument they’re having. Currently.

Steve’s tired, bitchier than usual, tense in his shoulders and wild-eyed. Eddie tries to stay soft, give himself a chance to remain calm and keep in mind that Steve’s going through something. But that doesn’t even begin to deter the argument.

“Listen, I think it would be good for…us—“ You, Eddie doesn’t say. “—if you let me help you out,” he’s trying to persuade. He’s standing in Steve’s kitchen. Gesturing at the pile of dishes in the sink and on the counter. Pointing out how the garbage has overflowed. And how he knows laundry hasn’t been done lately. He’s trying to be polite about it. “It’ll be like when I first got out of the hospital, okay? You just rest up and I clean up a little bit, make you something that you want to eat, and we can cuddle and watch a movie.”

However, he knows he’s hitting a brick wall over and over. None of his words are making their way through. The softness is leaking from his throat, drying him out, making him want to puke. Steve huffs through his nose. Face red, eyebrows furrowed so hard that his eyes are nearly closed with it, nose flared, and mouth downturned so extreme he nearly looks like Beaker from The Muppets. “I don’t want your help, Eddie!” Steve shouts from his spot at the dining table. He wouldn’t let Eddie come any closer. “I’m not some child, you know that?! I’m fine, I can do this on my own, and I certainly don’t need somebody like you telling me what needs to happen!”

All at once, the gentle care nukes in Eddie’s chest. Replaced instead by a hazardous anger, red hot and corroding. “What do you mean by that?” He asks bitterly. Voice flat, devoid. “Thought we were over biases, Steve,” he spits.

Steve blubbers like an out of water goldfish. “I—That—You know what I mean, Eddie. Not like—It’s just—“ he flounders. His eyes trail down towards the watch on his wrist. They grow wet, but not the tears that come from sadness. These are tears of agitation. “Nothing’s wrong,” he says wetly; the first thing that fell from his mouth when Eddie began to bring everything up. “Everything’s perfectly fine. Just got behind in house chores, which is whatever, you know? Like—“ He chuckles darkly, a self-deprecating thing, something painfully normal. “—Who the fuck actually cares about how messy everything is, right? Just leave it alone. Let’s…Let’s go cuddle,” Steve says hastily. He clambers up and out of his seat, around the table, and into the kitchen. Wrapping himself tightly around Eddie, cheek pressed to his chest, trying to pull them into the living room.

But Eddie doesn’t wrap back. He steps away. Putting distance between them. “I don’t want to do that with you right now, Steve,” he mutters. “That fucking hurt. What you said. I don’t really feel comfortable being here right now. Forget that I brought this up, okay?” He steps around Steve, who stands stunned and heartbroken in his own kitchen. Eddie’s in the doorway before Steve has the chance to reach out and touch him again. “I—I think we need to talk. But I can’t do it right now. I can��t…Why would you say that? Jesus, Steve.” And yeah, he had different intentions when coming over here. Wanted to soothe whatever was going on. Figure out how he could help. If he could help. In fact, he would’ve been fine with Steve pushing him off again, insisting on a topic change. He would’ve let it happen. But not now.

He makes sure the hurt is shown on his face before he leaves. Before he has a chance to rub his eyes and sniffle. And ignores how Steve calls out to him. He needs to calm down before he says something he might regret, something that would hurt worse than what Steve said to him.

They don’t cross paths often after that. Sometimes Eddie sees him at Family Video, but not for very long. In just to rent a tape and get out, hurt simmering unrestful in his ribcage. He can spot Steve out of the corner of his eye, reaching out, stepping in place, mouth opening and closing. But he ignores what he has to say.

Sees Steve when he drops off people for Dungeons & Dragons nights at the Wheeler’s house. But he scurries off before anything can happen. Other people start to take notice and Eddie has to shoot a warning glance with a gritted, “It’s private. I don’t want to tell you.”

Today, though, he notices Steve dropping something off at Max’s. She takes the offered thing from his grip, shuts the door softly at his back, and then Eddie finds Steve’s eyes. Hard not to notice him when he lives only a short distance away from Max’s place, but what greets him makes his stomach knot. Steve is unwell. Pale and jumpy, eyes bloodshot, his eye bags heavy and dark circles so purple—he almost looks bruised. His hands are shaking, clothes are rumpled, and his hair is…greasy, flat, knotted. Eddie puts out the cigarette he’d been smoking and walks calmly and quietly down his steps. Crossing to Steve’s bumper.

“Hey, baby,” he greets softly.

Steve startles anyway. Turning with his hand gripping tight to his door handle. Tugging on it, though it must be locked. His eyes are wide and devastating. Wet, exhausted, puffy and swollen. They’re red raw. Like he’s been crying. And rubbing at them, too. At a closer look, Steve’s cheeks are blank of any color at all, slightly gaunt. His lips are chewed to all hell. And his facial hair is wiry, outgrown. Unkempt.

“Baby,” Eddie murmurs, stepping closer. He places a firm hand to Steve’s left bicep, squeezing ever so gently. Runs his thumb over the taut muscle. “Can we talk inside? Let me make you a cup of tea and get you something to eat?”

He doesn’t say anything, but does release his hold on the car handle. Follows slowly to the door, but doesn’t come close to the couch where Eddie gestures to.

“You can sit on the—“

“Please don’t do this,” Steve sobs.

Immediately, Eddie comes closer into his space. Hands splayed in front of him, ready to reach out and touch and hold, but isn’t sure if that’s allowed. “What? What shouldn’t I do, Steve?” He questions. His voice quivers with concern.

“Don’t leave me, Eds,” Steve cries, rattling and shaking with it. His chest stutters. Hiccups in the back of his throat. “I’m sorry—I’m so—I didn’t mean it, I was just upset and I know that’s not okay, but I—“ Steve gags harshly, doubling over with it. Eddie rushes behind him, grabs for the waste bin, and sets it out in front of him. “—I was being an asshole and I’m sorry and I’m sorry that I hurt you and that you thought I thought bad about you, but I didn’t, I didn’t, I don’t, Eds—“ Eddie can’t even understand the rest of what he’s babbling, it’s incoherent, strung tight with snot and saliva and tears, but it renders too much. Steve finally reaches out for the trash can, hurls harshly, and drops to his knees with his grip still on the can’s lip.

Eddie crouches beside him. Hand on his back, on his forehead. Holding to him firmly, ignoring how sweaty and cold he is at once. A part of him withers at how he made things worse. It wasn’t his intention, to make Steve worry this bad, but he definitely instilled that fear. And now he needs to just glue back together what he cracked.

When Steve is able to calm down, collapsing heavily against Eddie, does he speak softly. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs, “I guess we both used our words wrong. I’m just so worried about you, I swear. This isn’t—I would never lead you on about a break up. And that’s not what this conversation is, I promise, Stevie.”

Steve sniffles noisily. He koalas himself around Eddie, burrowing his face into Eddie’s chest. He’s still shivering, sweaty, and weak. “I’m sorry,” he mutters.

“I forgive you, Steve.” He holds to Steve tightly. Crushing him in closer, not caring how it makes his back ache or his knees scuff the floor. Doesn’t care about how Steve’s tears soak through his shirt or the sure mess of snot left behind. He squeezes Steve’s back and states softly, “I’m just so upset that you think you have to be fine. That you can’t ask for help. That you have to deal with everything on your own.”

“I—“

“Please just talk to me, Steve. What’s going on? I just don’t understand where you’ve gone, you know? You’re so tired and angry and tense all the time. You don’t want to talk to anybody. You keep pushing us away, closing yourself off. But then you don’t take care of yourself,” Eddie rambles, his voice growing weak and choked. “I’m sorry that I—I don’t know how to talk about this without sounding like an asshole. I’m just worried. Worried that…That something’s terribly wrong.”

The implication of Vecna is not lost between them, if the way Steve tenses says anything.

Carefully, Steve pulls himself away. Staring wide and timid at Eddie. Before he breaks with another cry of, “Everybody keeps dying, Eds. The nightmares. They keep—I can’t sleep. I see it everywhere.”

“What do you see?” Eddie asks, voice shaking. Please don’t say that clock. Please don’t say the clock, Steve. Please, he internally pleads.

“Death,” Steve whispers. “Everywhere. In everybody. I see…Nancy drowning and Robin beaten and Max broken. I see you covered in blood with chunks of you missing and you don’t look at me, you just look over my shoulder and you’re gone by the time I find you. I just see it. I can’t—I can’t stop seeing it, Eddie.” He curls his hands tight into Eddie’s shirt, nearly ripping it off of his back. “And I’m always alone,” he hiccups. “Alone when I wake up. And so I leave, I drive around, I wait to see if anything bad happens. But I can’t sleep.”

Eddie brings a hand and swipes back at Steve’s hair, pushing it away from his forehead. He leans in and leaves a gentle, sticky kiss to the skin. Pulling back, he offers, “When you’re ready for bed, you find me. Call me so that I can come over. Or tell me to come get you.” He cups Steve’s face, holding him between his hands. His cheeks that are splotchy red, tacky with tears. Eyes hazel and shiny and slightly defeated, yet hopeful. Eddie tickles his thumb over the bridge of Steve’s nose, his cupid’s bow, between his eyebrows. “Stevie, baby, I never want you to think you’re alone again. Ever. Seeing you so distraught all the time was killing me, but I’m here to help. You don’t have to carry the world on your shoulders.”

“But…I’m supposed to be able to take care of myself, Eds,” Steve argues quietly.

“Yeah, sometimes,” Eddie states. “You’re not supposed to be alone, not all the time. And if laying with you until you fall asleep safely, or showing you how fine everybody is, making you a sandwich or doing the dishes—Whatever, whatever helps you out, I’m willing.” He presses another soft kiss to Steve’s lips, the tip of his nose, on his forehead. Murmuring, “You helped me. It’s my turn, don’t you think? Wouldn’t that be nice?”

Steve shrugs. “Am I supposed to just sit around?”

“You don’t have to, but you could relax. Watch a movie or do something that’s not exhausting,” Eddie explains. “Being independent, you know, doesn’t mean exerting yourself at every possible moment. Or ignoring things that bother you. Or hiding your hurt. It means seeking help, even if you do it on your own. It means sticking up for yourself, even if what’s hurting you is you.”

Against Eddie’s palms, Steve sighs through his nose. “Okay,” he mutters. “Can…Can we take a nap? I’m really tired,” Steve tentatively asks.

“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll find my soft pajamas for you, too.” He stands, offering out his hands for Steve. Tugs him up. And when they’re at eye level, “Steve?” Eyes on him, zeroed in and focused. “I want you to bother me. Be a nuisance. Take up space.”

“Are you sure?” Steve murmurs. “I can be a lot.”

“Loving you means loving all of you, sweetheart. Even the excess parts. Which, by the way, aren’t excess. Because I love taking care of you, despite what your brain is surely telling you,” Eddie says. “Come on, I’ll take care of that can while you lay down.”

He’s glad he noticed. But he’s happier at the sound of Steve’s soft snores, puffed over his bare neck, and the drool that will surely dry on his collarbone.

——— Drabble Prompts Ask Game

[biancadjarin]

thinking about sitting next to Eddie in

chemistry class when he has a gf…

18+

Doing a lab with Eddie and he’s trying to stay focused but you keep distracting him. Your knees touching his thigh as you angle your body towards his, your thighs spreading a little exposing the little triangle of your panties under your skirt.

He’s trying not to look and failing. You giggle and he shifts in his seat, “Uh.. so I guess we just mix these two things and it’s supposed to have a chemical reaction?” He gulps as his hands shake, pulling the two beakers close together.

“Mhm,” you gently place a hand over his, guiding it to where the empty third beaker is waiting. Your cold fingertips feel like sparks touching his warm skin.

“But don’t pour too fast or else it’ll explode everywhere. Does that ever happen to you?” You ask him in your girly voice. He looks at you wide eyed, cock twitching in his tight jeans, hoping you don’t notice.

You lean forward and brace your hand on his thigh as he pours the red and yellow liquids together. Your fingers squeeze his thigh, “Nice and slow, Eddie, just like that.” You practically moan and you feel how tight his pants are pulling under your hand.

The beaker is almost full when your hand creeps up toward his crotch, feeling the hard head of his dick first and then grasping the shaft tightly. “Y/n” he whispers a warning, but never asks you to stop. You give it a couple rubs as you watch his face, his eyes fluttering closed as he tries to remain composed. His breathing hitches as you reach down between his legs and squeeze his balls, loving how full they feel against your palm. “Fuck.” He whispers, looking around the classroom to make sure no one, including his gf, is watching. He spreads his thighs further so you can give them another good squeeze. “Your little hand feels so good.” He says, sucking a breath through his teeth.

“Yeah?” You ask, voice slightly mocking. “You like when I touch you here, baby?” He nods, biting his lip, eyes fully closed while he lets you rub him faster. He opens his eyes to scan the class one more time before he reaches a hand towards your skirt, using his fingers to push one thigh apart from the other. His eyes trail over your panty covered entrance, a small wet patch darkening the light pink cotton. “Fuck are you always this wet?” You shake your head, “only when I’m with you.” He groans as quietly as he can, the pads of his fingers tracing the line where your puffy lips meet beneath your panties.

“Such a bad girl.” He growls lowly as he leans closer to you, your hand pausing at his sudden closeness. “I should rip these off you right now and sink my fingers so deep inside you, you can’t stay quiet.” Your hand starts up it’s massaging again, determined to make Eddie come before the class ends. It doesn’t take long, a couple more rubs while his fingers feel the warmth radiating between your legs, his eyes locked on your glossy lips and his orgasm is crashing over him.

“Mmph” he moans and drops the first beaker, causing the mixture to foam up and overflow a bit. “Oops.” You giggle. “Sorry, was I distracting you?” You say with a smirk.

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[insane-brit]

I love it and I hate it at the same time.

Douma x fem!reader

Third person POV.

Tags/warnings: Doubt, self directed anger, light manipulation?, gore, anxiety, mentions of suggestive themes, mention of religion and cults.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word count: 1,751. 

          The moon felt like the only comforting thing in the moment. Sitting there, alone, she felt somewhat at peace. Or was she? It’s so easy to put on a façade. To mask what’s hidden under this fleshy body. She’s always found it particularly easy, however, it feels as if she was about to explode. She can feel the rising tide readying itself to overflow and break down her walls. All the while she’ll just sit there and watch as her world crashes and burns. Though, deep down she knows that’s already begun.

           She wanted to cast herself away from here. Away from everyone and everything. Especially him. Those mesmerizing colorful eyes, the platinum hair, and his smile. His smile was alluring no matter the intent. He was like an aphrodisiac. She couldn’t get enough of him. Her mind screamed at her every time he drew her in with his words. A double-edged sword they were. Voice dripping like honey but laced with a toxin that deteriorated your mind and body. Until there was nothing left but a pile of blood and bone.

          Leaning back, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Her hand came to rest over the pulse in her neck. The vitality pumped rapidly through her vessels, and yet she claimed to be calm. She chuckled to herself. She’s foolish. She has all the evidence, all the reason before her and she still can't bring herself to hate him. She can almost feel him now. A ghostly touch ran up and down her arm. The pads of his fingers feel every imperfection as her skin turns to gooseflesh. His hot breath in her ear and that damn smile covering his face. His other hand rested on her lower back, nails digging into her skin. Trickles of blood leaking out from the punctures. Those scars are still there.

           Despite it all, she doesn’t understand how she didn’t see it before. How the others didn’t see it before, and most still don’t. They walk around believing that they're worshiping a God. Bending to his every need and not knowing they're standing at death’s door. Calling it paradise and the best thing that’s ever happened to them. That he was the best thing that ever happened to them. To think she used to believe those same ideologies, it almost made her laugh. She must still believe to some extent, right? Or else she would’ve left years ago. Something kept her weighed down here and it infuriated her to no end.

           She can still remember that night. It’s burned into her brain like hot branding a horse. She was prone to restlessness and that night was one of those times. She roamed the halls hoping to tire herself out, but instead, she heard screaming. The agony of a dying animal. It was too much to bear. She ran towards the woman’s cries, and she wished she never did. To this day she is constantly reminded of her mistake. One that should’ve cost her, her limbs and life. When she reached the source all she saw was red. The dark red substance leaked from the darkness. Sticky and damp. It coated everything in sight, and it took all her willpower not to retch right then and there. She covered her nose and mouth as the girl continued screaming. Their eyes locked for a moment before the girls lost their light. The snapping of bones and tendons sounded, and she watched as he draped parts of her skin over his arm. Picking through and devouring certain parts before finishing off the rest.

           Her feet felt like stone even though her mind screamed at her to move. Even as his head turned, he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

           “I know you’re there and I know who you are.”

           Those words were all she needed to hear before the weight magically lifted and she took off down the hall. She remembers slamming her door shut. Throwing herself under her futon covers and then nothing. She didn’t speak of that night to anyone. Not even him and he never said anything to her. She supposed he was waiting. Like a predator stalking its prey. Waiting for her to slip up and spread the word that he was a demon before dragging her into oblivion. She was not about to run her mouth. Not if it meant her life.

           After all of that she still never tried to leave. She found herself fascinated with him, no matter how many times she tried to will away those thoughts. She was aware she shouldn’t feel those things, but they were persistent. She was at war with herself.

           Sighing, she stared longingly at the tree line. Light snow falling and dusting the ground in white. The door behind her slid open and light footfalls came to a halt behind her.

           “My apologizes for intruding,” the woman behind her whispered, bowing. “Lord Douma wishes to see you.”

            Her body is still rigid, her expression unwavering. “Thank you, I’ll be there soon.”

            She can feel the woman’s eyes boring into the back of her head. “Please make haste,” she leaned closer. “He does not wish to wait.”

            She grits her teeth, turning her head slightly to look at her face. The woman looks a little shaken, but she can still see the traces of adoration in her eyes. No doubt from being in his presence. She nods her head to the girl and watches as she retreats. The door shuts with a small click in place.

            Maybe it’s finally her time. To feel the bones, break in her body as her screams fill the building. As teeth met flesh and tears. Blood squirting from her exposed veins. Spraying onto the tatami floor and walls. To hear the ripping and crunching of her mortal body as it’s consumed. A smile graces her face, her breath shaky. She can feel the fear flowing throughout her body, and yet excitement mixes in an intoxicating dance. Her heart rate picks up, and she can’t help but love it. Revealing in it no matter how much she resists it. How much she resists him and the firing of her nerves when he looks upon her. She hates it.

             The floor creaks under her weight as she stands. Each step through the fusuma door made the clenching in her stomach tighten. The hall only seemed to grow darker the farther she walked. The quiet sounds of the other's sleeping bodies reached her ears as she passed their rooms and arrived at his. The handle felt ice cold as she rested her hand on it, pausing. Her jaw was still slightly clenched. The teeth grinding together as an ache settled into the bone.

              She opened the door, immediately turning her back to the darkness as she shut it. The only light emitting from the room was a handful of candles nestled in the corner. The wicks burned low; wax gathered in a heap at the base. It was eerily quiet, but she knew he was there. The ever-present observer, nothing ever got passed him. She faced him, her eyes rising to meet his. A gold metal fan covered the lower half of his face. No doubt a smile was hiding behind it. His eyes were narrowed, legs crossed over each other.

              She bowed her head low. The clang of metal sounded throughout the room as he shut his sensu. She flinched at the sound, daring to look up.

              “My lord Douma, you have requested to see me?”

              “Yes,” he said. His smile was more of a smirk. “Come.” He extended his arm, palm upturned.

              She stared at his outstretched hand. His snowy skin was perfection. Not a blemish on him. The pale blue nails were sharp as a needle. She imagined him gripping her waist. Those needles impaling her sensitive skin, and him plunging them between her breasts. Ripping her still-beating heart out.

              He tilted his head, eyes tapering even more as he waited expectantly. She took a few steps towards him. Her eyes never left his hand. She gingerly placed her hand on top of his. They were freezing and she tried to jerk it back, but he gripped her hand hard. It hurt and she found herself staring at his eyes.

              He jerked her down with inhuman force. Her shoulder throbbed from the action. She fell partially onto the floor and his legs. Her arm was bent as she used his knee to prop herself up. Her head faced down, eyes staring at the floor and his pants. She could feel him staring at her, his grip tightening. She felt like her hand was about to be crushed. Her breath picked up in pace. That fear and excitement flourished once again but tenfold. His nail traced the underside of her jaw and came to rest under her chin. Tilting her head up, he forced their eyes to meet.

             “Are you finally going to kill me?” She breathily whispered.

             His smile widened; he was amused. “Why would I ever do that?”

             She furrowed her brows at this. She didn’t understand. His smile held amusement, but his eyes held malice.

            “Oh, you poor thing,” he whispered, leaning closer to her face. “I can see the conflict in those pretty eyes of yours.”

            “I don’t… I don’t understand.”

            He lightly slapped her face a few times. It stung. “You and I both know what you saw that night, but what fun would it be in consuming you now?” He hummed.

           “Besides, you’ve been such a good girl by not opening your mouth.”

           His thumb traced her bottom lip. The nail threatened to prick her skin. Her breath caught in her throat at his actions.

           “Forgive me, but why did you wish to see me then my lord?”

           Her vision flipped and she landed on her back. The plushness of the futon contradicted the tension in the atmosphere. A small puff of air left her mouth as all of it exited her lungs. He hovered over her. One leg resting on the outside of her body and the other between her legs. His hand pinned one of her wrists down. The other splayed across her neck and part of her shoulder. Her breathing was more labored than before as she stared up at him. His face was mere inches from hers as his breath fanned across her lips. The hand on her neck tightened.

            “To show my gratitude.”

[drivinmeinsane]

I saw that Sebastian/Jacob is being established as a pairing in the fandom. What are your thoughts on them?

I think that they are a perfectly fine ship! I can see how it could appeal to quite a few people. It certainly has merit and all the trappings of being something substantial.

My personal feelings on the pairing are neutrally aligned because La La Land and Crazy, Stupid, Love did not particularly speak to me, and I find the characters of Jacob Palmer and Sebastian Wilder to be... uncompelling. Due to the lackluster feelings on my end, I don’t believe that they are a pairing I would write more than a (requested) drabble or Goosemas one-shot for.

That being said, you did ask for my thoughts on them rather than my opinions. I consider those to be separate things, so let’s get into those thoughts. Warning for incoming rambling under the cut.

Starting with Jacob;

As the movie shows us, he is an incredibly lonely individual, cripplingly so. He can barely function on his own. Jacob seeks to fill the void in his life anything that can be even a temporary balm on the wound. He tells us, via Hannah, that he got addicted to shopping channels. The rush caused by the act of purchasing material goods gave him a high, a distraction, something to focus on other than his reality. Eventually, he turned to picking up people at bar(s) when the dopamine rush was no longer enough and he realized that obtaining physical things didn’t lead to any meaningful sense of accomplishment. The alcohol he drinks loosens him up, numbs every negative emotion into something bearable. It allows him to believe that he can feel loved, wanted. If he drinks right to the edge of overdoing it, the hurt of his bed partners leaving will be less. Besides, it’s just a one-night stand, he doesn’t do relationships so the taste of having something real will not be ruined when it inevitably ends. The heartbreak is less. It is something manageable this way. He’s soaked in insecurity and covers it up with bravado. He’s all flash and no substance. His clothes, his house, his mannerisms, and his life all reflect the notion of what the ideal man is in his own mind. We see this image in the way he molds Cal into the “perfect” specimen.

Moving onto Sebastian;

We’re told time and time again that Seb is a dreamer. He is a romantic, always looking to the stars and ignoring his reality. All of that comes crashing down on him with impact of the wrecking ball that is Mia. He set aside his own dreams for a dose of reality and came out of it successful but alone. We never get to see how that loneliness affects him post-relationship, but I imagine there is a renewed hole in his life that he once again tries to fill with jazz. After all, at the start of the movie his sister was worried about him and wanted him to date. He likely does not do well on his own and adsorbs himself in his obsessions, neglecting himself in the process. He changed his entire life for the sake of someone else, regardless if it was wanted or not. His fatal flaw is that he assumes that he knows what is best for everyone and everything. He is stubborn in that way, sensitive to criticism. However, even past his breaking point, he regathers himself and apologizes and shows support. Enthusiasm comes easily to him. He is affected by emotions, overflowing with them. Love and light explode from within him when it comes to the things that he is passionate about. Anger rise escape just as easily. He can either consume or let his light be snuffed out. He would allow himself be molded if it was done by someone he loved. We have seen it before.

Together;

Jacob is in need of someone that carries the sheer exuberance of the relationship. Seb needs someone who will adore his eccentricities. They both need someone who will stick around. Both men are supportive and needy, loyal to a fault. They both crave reassurance due to the internalized insecurities they are plagued by. They are both stubborn in their own ways. The world could be crumbling around them and, yet, they would not be swayed from what they really care about. Ideally, I think that Sebastian's quirks would relax some of the strain Jacob feels to be perfect. Jazz is messy and wild, it's never the same. It is a contrast to the sterility of canned piano and a home straight out of a minimalist magazine. I think that Jacob in return would be able to tame Sebastian, to reel in some of that impulsive nature. Like a pair of scales, they could balance each other out. Give and take. Neither would be able to eclipse the other. Their relationship would have to contain considerable amounts of trust from both parties. Jacob would have to trust Sebastian to not get too lost in his love for jazz and believe that he would always come back to him no matter how far away his might career take him. Sebastian would have to have faith that Jacob wouldn't wander away to take up with someone more socially acceptable and that he truly is content with him.

[vibratingskull]

The Ball part 2

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

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You end up at the medbay and it is time for some discussions...

“We’ll talk about the party later. Where are you now?”

“We’re at the Medcenter close to the Opera, waiting for the results.”

“Alright. My corvette is here, I need to go. I hope it’s nothing. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Talk to you soon, Karyn. Say hi to your parents for me.”

You cut the comlink conversation and get back to Eli, nervously thumping his feet. You sit next to him and take off your heels with a sigh of relief. He keeps his sights straight ahead with a grave face. He hadn’t said a word to you since you arrived.

“Do you think it will take long?” You ask.

“I have no idea.” He didn’t bother turning his face towards you.

You have your back on the wall, watching the others hurrying all around you; nurses guiding people followed by meddroïds, coughing patients, some children running along the hallway and others waiting like you. You’re the only ones in fancy outfits. Others are in civvies or work suits. You look like blotches of color lost in all this white.

Away you can hear a baby crying, prompting the children in the corridors to apprehensively raise their heads towards that direction, some come running back to their parents while others stare silently. Different people pass you disoriented or pressed by time but none of the medic team have any new information.

You slouch on your seat with a sigh and fix the buzzing light of the aisle. You hope it’s nothing serious but the memory of the chiss passing out doesn’t help to relieve you. At this tought you have to ungrasp your arm with your nails planted in your flesh you didn’t realize you had. You fix your trembling hands, remembering the panic that overflowed you as you saw Thrawn lose consciousness before you. You recall Colonel Yularen guiding you and Eli away while the Opera’s aids were taking care of the chiss and the both of you sneaking away under the rain to the med center. You don’t remember if you cried. All you knew was your eyes stung. You shake it off and rub your temple to get back to the present time.

Several quiet minutes pass and the incessant beeping of the machine paired with the thumping of Eli’s feet start to get on your nerves. You decide to check out the pictures you took during the evening to take your mind off things.

You take your imager out of your purse and start scanning faces in search of yours and Eli’s future colleagues. You swipe multiple times until you find the disastrous group photo with the exploding champagne bottle and chuckle at the openmouthed expressions. You look up at the faces and recognize someone from the racing team.

“Hey, wouldn’t Jakeeb and Barlin be with you on the Blood Crow?” You ask, trying to cheer him up but you only hear a muttered response in return.

“What?” you ask. 

“I’m not supposed to be on the Blood Crow…” 

You raise your head from the screen to look at him surprised. With his eyes fixed forward Eli starts talking.

“I was supposed to become a supply officer. But, since he appeared everything is in shambles.” 

You pull yourself closer to him without his notice. His thumping stops and he starts to tremble.

“Why me? I am not even supposed to be here…”

You put your hand on his shoulder, leaning closer.

“Eli, I don’t understand. What are you trying to say?”

“I…” 

He gulps and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. 

 “I was training in hope to become a supply officer when I met him… And at that moment my life took a complete one eighty. I changed schools. I changed environments. Anywhere he goes I’m expected to follow. I’m supposed to aid whenever he asks. I feel his breath on my neck everywhere I go!” He almost yells that last sentence, so much that several people turned toward us to give us glare and a nurse shushed you.

He continues with a lower tone.

“I came to the Academy because he asked for it and I will follow him on the Blood crow because of him too. I specifically asked for a supply position and the orders given to me are to keep following in his shadow in the chain of commands. This is not why I enrolled in the first place!” His voice cracks a little and you feel a cocktail of emotions at his revelations.

“Do you have proof it’s him?” you ask.

“No, but it isn’t exactly a stretch.. Everything works in his favor constantly and you know he is not above scheming.”

You rub your hands trying to sort out your thoughts. You don’t want to think Thrawn would alter the life of his friend in such a drastic way but you know that Eli’s theory is plausible. 

“Maybe if you ask him he could give you an explanation-”

“This is not about explanation!” he snapped. “ This is about control! Since I’ve met him I have become nothing more than a tool for his use. He pulls the strings and there is nothing I can do about it… On Myomar everything was different, I wasn’t mocked or gossiped about. I had a life plan that I chose and followed. Here everything failed in favor of a bigger plan and I don’t know if I could wait until he is an admiral to correct it.” He put his head in his hands, trying to keep it together.

You remain silent, knowing better than to interrupt. You can now better understand his attitude when he spoke to Thrawn. It must be difficult to try reconciling those feelings and the sense of friendship he bears for the chiss.

“But that is not the worst part…”

You lean forward, attentive to anything he might say next, holding your breath.

“The worst part is… When you came to me for help and I saw him like this… My very first thought was that whatever was happening to him might be my chance to get out of this. And I don’t know what to do with that.” He hides his head in his trembling hands, a jolt shaking his whole body. 

“Oh Eli, …” You put your arm around his shoulders “You’re not a bad person. You are just going through tough times.” 

You hold him as close as possible, no sound can be heard from him but you feel his tears running down your arms so you start cradling him gently and slowly caressing his head. 

You let the time pass like that, holding on to each other in silence. Words seem useless at this moment. At some point, a meddroid comes to ask why Eli is folded in two, barely moving. You drive it away while Eli gains back his composure, breathing deeply and putting away the last remaining tears. He rolls his shoulders to stretch his back.

“It feels good to talk sometimes.”

“I’m glad you decided to tell me, Eli. This isn’t something you should have kept to yourself.” 

He let out a big sigh.

“Seems like me and Thrawn need to have a long discussion.” 

“It will be fine,” you assure, “Trust me.” 

He lightly nods his head and the door of Thrawn’s room opens suddenly. Another medic droid emerges with a hypo in his hand still. You both stand up and wait impatiently for it to explain everything.

“Are you with the patient?” It asks with a mechanical voice.

“Yes, how is he?’ Eli demands, his voice still a little shaky.

“It appears his body doesn’t secrete the acetaldehyde dehydrogenase enzyme which leads to an imbalance of acetaldehyde in his organism, everything is taken care of right now.”

You exchange a look with Eli feeling suddenly dumb and ask.

“Which means?”

He steps back to let you pass, as you enter the room to see Thrawn laying down in a bed, transfused and rubbing his temple to ease a headache. Another droid is still monitoring some vitals on a screen, paying no attention to you. 

“His organism cannot process ethanol and therefore should not consume any alcohol and certainly not the quantity he had tonight. Doing so was highly irresponsible and could have resulted in terrible damages.” Chastises the first meddroid behind your back.

You frowned. You never thought of Thrawn to be the type to consume anything he knew to be harmful to his body. How did it come to that?

You both take a seat at Thrawn’s bedside, trying to make as little noise as possible. The droids take their leave, leaving you three together.

“How are you doing?” You ask.

“Poorly, but certainly better than before.” He speaks with a croaky but surprisingly joyful voice.

It takes you aback for a second but you put it on the transfusion. Thrawn straightens himself up with an uncomfortable groan. A minute of awkward silence follows. Nobody knows what to say. Eventually Eli can’t take it any more and asks the burning question.

“Why on earth would you drink if your species can’t process alcohol?!” He demands bluntly.

The implications of this question are obvious. You would have phrased it more delicately but you take Eli is in no condition to beat about the bush. At least the question is asked. You look at Thrawn apprehensively, but he doesn’t seem bothered in the least. He even looks amused. 

“I did not know it was alcohol.”

“How did you not know?” Eli asks, trying and failing to control his temper. 

“It was a simple mistake. I just took the beverage (y/n) had given me.”

“The beverage I… Wait, you mean the Calamnsi?” You shout as you realize every time you saw the chiss this evening he had a full glass in his hand. But you didn’t realize it was the highest alcoholic drink in the room.

“It was rather sweet. I assumed it was some kind of juice.” 

“Of course you did,” You berate yourself.

At least it wasn’t as serious as you thought it would be, no alcoholism, functional or otherwise involved. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Eli starts again with his thumping feet, visibly on his last nerve.

“You two look awfully worried.” Thrawn query in an eerie playful tone.

“Of course we are, you-”

Eli stops mid sentence causing you to look up and see Thrawn trying to hide a smile behind his hand and his body shaken by a snigger he fails to refrain. You look at Eli to confirm what you see and his expression must be as dumbfounded as yours.

Suddenly, it dawns on him.

“He’s drunk!”

As the transfusion slowly took effect, the chiss is now experiencing the normal effects of alcohol and is going merry. What is going on tonight? You see him trying to get back control over his body and stop the chuckle, next to you Eli is losing his mind over this.

“I can’t believe I’ve spent one hour brooding, imagining the worst outcomes while he was off chilling with the fairies!”

You don't know what to say about this, lost between circonspection and amusement. You bite your lips to keep you from laughing as you see Eli gritting and loosen his teeth.

"You know what?" He adds, raising from his seat, "I can't take this anymore, I need to go outside." He walks angrily to the door and flips toward Thrawn. “I’m really glad you are okay!” And disappear with the sush of the door.

Thrawn clears his throat effectively stopping the snigger.

“He seemed furious…”

“Worried,” you correct. “He was really distressed seeing you in this state.” You mind absently rubb the bruises left by your nails on your arms, replaying the scene in your minds.

He slowly rests his head on his pillow.

“I will need to apologize to him then… But later on, I don’t feel like rising up at the moment.”

You don’t know if it is him being conscious of the limits of his own body or the alcohol effects but it is probably for the best. He closes his eyes with a deep sigh, a serene look on his face. Another silence takes place, but everything seems comfy this time. You can hear Thrawn’s peaceful respiration and you look at him, like he’s sleeping, enamored. A little smile crawls on your face as you observe him, feeling alone in a small bubble with him. 

But you have questions to ask.

“Thrawn?”

He opens his eyes and his pupils slide towards you.

“Did you intervene for Eli to follow you on the Blood Crow?”

He stays silent a moment, his blazing gaze on you before answering.

“So he talked to you about it…” His voice has a drawl.

“So you did?” 

“No, I did not…” His eyes go back to the ceiling, fixing on it. “At least I did not intend for this result, but I should have anticipated it.”

“He is quite resentful for that.”

“I know…” He answers in one breath.

“He will tell you himself, but his trust in you really took a hit. For someone who reads emotions so well as you do you really don’t take care of those of your friends.”

He doesn’t respond to that, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling. It’s maybe not the most effective thing to do with a drunk person but you can’t find it in yourself to stop.

“Listen, I don’t know if you feel at home here, maybe you never will but you can’t continue being alone. I’ve seen how you put a barrier between you and us, maybe you actually despise us, I don’t know, but you can’t go on without someone at your side! And I am not talking about military loyalty but real friends. You’re always stern and cold, you keep every exchange to its bare minimum, you never talk about yourself. And tonight it feels like you're pushing away the only person that cares. Don’t you see that you isolate yourself? That it paints a bigger target on your back?” 

You didn’t scream at him but the will was there. On his end he just closed back his eyes without flinching.

“Are you even listening?” you ask vehemently.

A light smile stretches his lips.

“(Y/n), (y/n, (y/n)... You are so nice. Why are you so nice?”

“Excuse me?” You frown.

“Always worried for your friends, always taking care of them, always bending over backwards for them. One day it will cost you.” He turns his head and plants his eyes in yours, staring intensely. You cower under his gaze, feeling your blood heating your cheeks.

“But maybe this is why you're so important to me.” He completes without flinching.

Your heart beats furiously at those words. What did he just say? 

Was it possible? 

"Everyday I am more drawn to you. I find myself wanting to be with you.” He replaces his head to face the ceiling, his eyes lost in the void but a smile still softening his face. “I haven’t been really honest to you or Eli about what happened during the simulation test. It pains me to admit it but I was jealous. I am jealous of your bond, of your compatibility…

At this point you don’t know if he's talking to you or monologuing deliriously to himself. Either way you can’t stay in place, the heart beating furiously as you wait, holding your breath with hope. You stay silent to not cut him off in his momentum.

“... It is terribly painful to see you two close like that, to be near you but just out of reach… It reminds me too much of…” He froze a second, tensing all his muscles. “... my sister.”

You froze.

“She was just like you, kind, protective, strong headed. At least it's how I remember her. Looking at you reminds me of her, being with you makes me feel like living the moments that we were robbed of. But it will never be the same. You are not her, she is not you… But I keep seeing her through you.” His smile has disappeared, leaving a voice on the verge of cracking and glassy eyes. “I wish to see her again one more time… One day…” 

You’re frozen in place, shocked, out of words. You are deeply touched by the affection he has for you, but this is not what you hoped for and you fear it won’t be possible now. You cross your arms to hug yourself, feeling tears rising to your eyes. Your mouth dries up and your throat tightens, clenching your hands you try to speak but you change your mind. What to say? How to feel? Should you be thankful for what you already share? Is it reasonable to be upset? Is the furious turmoil your feeling legitimate? As you ask yourself those questions you start to feel nauseous.

“Thrawn?” You ask with cracks in your voice

As he didn’t answer you raise your head to see his eyes close and profound breaths, deeply asleep with his usual stern expression. You sigh and rise up from your seat. As you leave the room you take one last look at Thrawn, hesitating for a moment, and go.

Eli sees you as you leave.

“How is he?”

“He’s asleep for now, we better go.”

He notes your demeanor but doesn’t pry, following you to the hall where the colonel Yularen is waiting. He nods outward and you all three pass the door to exit the building. The wind has risen and the cold rain suddenly bite your flesh but you don’t mind. They both press the pace towards the corvette as you stay behind.

The colonel Yularen opens the door and let Eli enter, they both turn toward you expectantly.

“I think…”

You don’t look at them, your gaze lost in the reflections of the lights on the ground, the cold rain biting your flesh and your shoes in your hand.

“I think I’m going for a  walk.”

@bluechiss, @al-astakbar

[hidingsmut]

Dream Of Stars

A/N - First post, this is based of a dream I had. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I loved writing it.

Music - Ethereal By Txmy

Summary - You have a dream about your partner, a dream full of stars, lust, and love. A dream that maybe wasn’t a dream..

Tags/Warnings - f!reader, M/F sex, PinV, pillow smut, calming words, pure smut.

Hands splay over my thighs, rubbing circles around them. Heat spills in my core as his breath hits my center, hot with desire.

My body relaxes under his touch, moving closer to my center, the way my pussy throbs for him. I can’t take it, “babe…” I moan the words, getting a sharp look from him.

“Are you okay with this?” He shifts, sitting up. His eyes glaze over my exposed body with concern, I can practically hear his thoughts racing.

Overflowing with anxiety, ”Is she ok?”, “did I hurt her?” the thoughts fill my core and I sit up. Reaching for the collar of his shirt I pull him back down, my lips crashing over his, his tongue pressing past my lips.

Craving his touch, his heat. Craving him.

His hips press against my center, I can feel the bulge straining his boxers, black like night against his skin.

His pulls away from the kiss, hands gliding down my body to my sides, gripping the skin as he waits for my approval, his right hand slowly moving to the waistband of my panties.

Tentatively, he watches me, my expressions, waiting for a nod, I can see the patience withering with each passing second, but he waits, for me.

A small nod was everything he needed, fabric tears off my body and he reaches for his waistband, watching his cock spring out of his boxers. A shiver runs down my spine and pools at my core, I can feel the drip down my thigh.

Gently he strokes himself, letting me watch with a fallen open mouth, my body shaking with anticipation as he lines himself up with me.

His fingers drift over my clit, a shock of pleasure flashes through my body, causing me to jolt a little. “I’ll stop if you tell me to, Sweetheart”

I shake my head, shifting him hips closer to him, “don’t stop” the words are fast, dry as they come from my throat, desperately trying to find pleasure within him.

I follow his movement with my eyes, slowly pushing himself past my entrance. My eyes flick closed and heat spreads, like waves on the beach, crashing over my body the deeper he gets, with each inch is a new wave.

With each breath is a new sensation.

The seconds tick on like minutes as each new feeling fills my head, he’s half way down and I feel like I’m breaking, ripping my body in half. Tearing me apart.

He eyes my expressions, watching my face twist and my stomach clench, making sure I’m somewhat relaxed, making sure it doesn’t hurt me.

His cock pushes deeper Into me, slowly he pulls out, just to his tip, and pushes back in. My body shakes.

The rhythm is slow, perfect, and paced. His face contorts as I feel him twitch inside me, hitting the right spot to make me moan, let the little noises slip past my lips.

Slowly he leans down, taking my lips and kissing me slowly, deeply. His pace speeds as his tongue works with mine, like a dance between our mouths that makes me want to explode.

Deeper, deeper, “deeper” I moan the words, he didn’t skip a beat to press himself deeper into me, hitting my end and stretching me, keeping his pace but just going deeper. Not missing a single beat.

Time slowly once again as a feeling builds on the surface of my clit, like the stars that fill my eyes and make me want to scream, moan his name, tell him never to stop.

But the words stay sewed behind my lips as he slowly slightly, causing the feeling to build more, higher and higher, like a skyscraper, past the clouds and the stars, until my body feels like it’s floating.

Stars explode in my head as he feels me clench around him, his cock twitching against my G-spot, making the feeling more intense.

Making my body melt away.

He leans over me, groaning into my ear, sounds I’ve never heard him make, they tingle against my ear, making waves of shivers down my spine.

One twitch after another, I can feel him getting closer, closer to his release. Seconds tick by and he straightens his back, sitting up as his head swings back.

Heat fills me, a heat I’ve never felt, melting my insides. I greet it with a loud moan, letting him finish inside me, letting my body take every drop.

Jostled awake by the sound of a grunt, I turn to face him, lying next to me in bed. Darkness fills the room, but the light from the TV casts shadows on his face, I watch them dance over his skin, replaying that dream in my head.

Replaying what could have been.

I reach for him, feeling his arms warp around me and the heat of his body reminds me of my dream, the heat of him. The way he holds me so tentatively.

The way his lips glide over mine even while he sleeps, his hair splayed over the pillow in a messy Heap like in my dream.

It was real.

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Millionaires Mentor: The Highest Paying Jobs<a href="http://www.hottestheadlines.com">Hottest Headlines</a> You Can Land Without a College Degree (Shocking Salaries Revealed!)

Imagine this: you’re sipping coffee at a luxurious beachfront café, your bank account is overflowing, and you never spent a single day cramming for college exams. Sounds like a dream, right? Well, it’s not. In 2025, some of the highest-paying jobs in the world don’t require a college degree—and the salaries will leave you speechless. Forget the outdated narrative that a diploma is your golden ticket to wealth. Today, grit, skills, and a little hustle can catapult you into six-figure territory faster than you can say "student debt."

In this article, we’re diving deep into the highest-paying jobs that don’t require a college degree. We’ll uncover jaw-dropping salaries, reveal shocking facts (did you know some trade workers out-earn doctors?), and give you the roadmap to cash in—without a cap and gown. Whether you’re a career changer, a high school grad, or just tired of the 9-to-5 grind, this is your guide to financial freedom. Let’s get started!

Why College Isn’t the Only Path to Millions

Before we jump into the jobs, let’s bust a myth: college isn’t the only way to make bank. According to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS), over 60% of jobs in 2025 don’t require a four-year degree. Meanwhile, the average student loan debt has soared to $38,000 per borrower. Shocking fact #1: Nearly 40% of college grads end up in jobs that don’t even need their degree! So why sink years and tens of thousands into a system that doesn’t guarantee success?

The secret? High-demand, high-skill trades and entrepreneurial paths are exploding. Employers are desperate for talent, and they’re willing to pay top dollar—degree or not. Ready to see what’s out there? Here are the highest-paying jobs you can snag without a college degree, complete with salary ranges, growth potential, and how to break in.

1. Air Traffic Controller – Up to $150,000+ Per Year

Picture yourself orchestrating the skies like a maestro, guiding massive jets to safety. Air traffic controllers don’t need a degree—just razor-sharp focus and nerves of steel. The median salary hovers around $130,000, but seasoned pros in busy hubs like New York or Chicago can rake in over $150,000 annually.

Shocking Fact: The job is so intense that controllers legally can’t work more than 10 hours a day or 50 hours a week. Burnout is real—but so is the paycheck.

How to Get Started: Complete an FAA-approved training program (about 2-4 months) and pass a rigorous aptitude test. No degree required!

Growth Outlook: Steady demand, with 2,000+ openings expected yearly through 2030 (BLS).

2. Real Estate Broker – $100,000–$500,000+ Per Year

Love flipping houses or closing big deals? Real estate brokers are the rockstars of property, and you don’t need a degree to join the band. While the median income is around $80,000, top brokers in hot markets like Miami or Los Angeles routinely clear half a million dollars a year.

Shocking Fact: The richest 1% of real estate brokers earn more than the top 1% of surgeons—without a decade of schooling!

How to Get Started: Get a real estate license (varies by state, usually a 60-90 hour course) and start networking. Experience trumps education here.

Growth Outlook: The housing market is unpredictable, but luxury and commercial sectors are booming in 2025.

3. Elevator Installer and Repairer – $90,000–$120,000 Per Year

Elevators might not sound sexy, but the paychecks are. These skilled tradespeople install and fix the machines that keep skyscrapers humming. The median salary is $99,000, with overtime pushing top earners past $120,000.

Shocking Fact: This job has one of the highest pay-to-training ratios—four years of paid apprenticeship beats four years of college debt any day.

How to Get Started: Join an apprenticeship through unions like the International Union of Elevator Constructors. No degree needed—just mechanical aptitude.

Growth Outlook: Urbanization is driving a 6% growth rate through 2032 (BLS).

4. Entrepreneur/Digital Content Creator – $50,000–Millions Per Year

From YouTube stars to TikTok moguls, digital content creators are rewriting the rules of wealth. No degree? No problem. Top creators like MrBeast (who dropped out of college) earn tens of millions annually, while even mid-tier influencers pull in six figures.

Shocking Fact: The average 22-year-old YouTuber with 1 million subscribers earns more in a month than a corporate lawyer does in a year.

How to Get Started: Pick a niche (gaming, fitness, finance), master a platform, and grind. Tools like Canva and basic video editing skills are your entry ticket.

Growth Outlook: The creator economy is projected to hit $480 billion by 2027—plenty of room for new players.

5. Commercial Pilot – $100,000–$200,000+ Per Year

Ever dreamed of soaring above the clouds? Commercial pilots ferry passengers and cargo worldwide, and you don’t need a degree to take the controls. Median pay is $110,000, but senior pilots at major airlines can exceed $200,000.

Shocking Fact: Training costs ($80,000-$100,000) are steep, but pilots can recoup that investment in just 2-3 years—faster than most college grads pay off loans.

How to Get Started: Earn a private pilot license, log flight hours, and get certified through an FAA-approved school. No bachelor’s required.

Growth Outlook: A pilot shortage means 14,500 new jobs annually through 2030 (BLS).

6. Power Plant Operator – $85,000–$110,000 Per Year

Keeping the lights on pays—big time. Power plant operators control the systems that generate electricity, and they don’t need a degree to do it. Median pay is $89,000, with overtime boosting top earners past $110,000.

Shocking Fact: These workers often earn more than the engineers who design the plants—all with just a high school diploma and on-the-job training.

How to Get Started: Start as a plant technician, get certified (often employer-sponsored), and work your way up.

Growth Outlook: Stable, with renewable energy creating new opportunities.

7. Ethical Hacker (Cybersecurity Specialist) – $90,000–$150,000+ Per Year

Think hacking is just for villains? Ethical hackers get paid to break into systems—legally—to find weaknesses. No degree is required, just mad skills. Median pay is $105,000, with top freelancers clearing $150,000+.

Shocking Fact: A 19-year-old self-taught hacker once earned $1 million in bug bounties in a single year—without ever stepping foot in a classroom.

How to Get Started: Learn coding (Python, C++), earn certifications like CEH or CompTIA, and build a portfolio. Degrees are optional.

Growth Outlook: Cybersecurity jobs are exploding—33% growth through 2030 (BLS).

8. Construction Manager – $95,000–$140,000+ Per Year

Overseeing skyscrapers, bridges, and homes is big business. Construction managers coordinate projects, and while a degree helps, experience rules. Median pay is $101,000, with top dogs hitting $140,000+.

Shocking Fact: Some construction managers started as laborers making $15/hour and climbed to six figures in under a decade.

How to Get Started: Work your way up from a trade (carpentry, plumbing) or take a short certification course.

Growth Outlook: 11% growth through 2030, fueled by infrastructure booms (BLS).

9. Sales Representative (Tech/Pharma) – $80,000–$200,000+ Per Year

Sell the right product, and you’ll never worry about money again. Tech and pharmaceutical sales reps earn massive commissions, with no degree required. Median pay is $85,000, but top performers easily clear $200,000.

Shocking Fact: A rookie tech sales rep can out-earn a seasoned software developer in their first year—without writing a single line of code.

How to Get Started: Start in entry-level sales, learn the product, and network. Charisma beats credentials.

Growth Outlook: Tech sales is red-hot, with 7% growth projected (BLS).

10. Plumber (Specialized) – $60,000–$120,000+ Per Year

Plumbers aren’t just fixing leaks—they’re cashing checks. Specialized plumbers (think gas lines or industrial systems) earn a median of $60,000, with veterans in high-demand areas topping $120,000.

Shocking Fact: Plumbers in California’s Bay Area often out-earn tech workers sitting in cushy offices nearby.

How to Get Started: Join a paid apprenticeship (4-5 years) through a union or trade school. No degree needed.

Growth Outlook: 5% growth, with aging infrastructure driving demand (BLS).

The Millionaire Mindset: How to Land These Jobs

So, how do you go from dreaming to doing? Here’s the playbook:

Skill Up: Certifications, apprenticeships, and self-taught skills (coding, video editing) are your new diploma.

Network Like Crazy: Many of these jobs rely on who you know—hit up LinkedIn, trade shows, or local meetups.

Start Small, Think Big: Entry-level gigs (like sales assistant or apprentice) are stepping stones to massive paydays.

Hustle Hard: These careers reward grit over grades—put in the work, and the money follows.

Shocking Takeaway: You Don’t Need Debt to Win

Here’s the kicker: while college grads drown in debt (average repayment takes 20 years!), these no-degree jobs let you earn while you learn. Take elevator installers—four years of paid training nets you $100,000+, while a four-year degree might leave you $50,000 in the hole before you even start. The choice is clear.

Conclusion: Your Ticket to Millions Awaits

The highest-paying jobs without a college degree aren’t just myths—they’re opportunities knocking in 2025. From air traffic controllers commanding six figures to content creators building empires, the path to wealth is wide open. So, ditch the outdated playbook, grab your hustle, and start climbing. Which of these jobs sparks your interest? Drop a comment below, and let’s get you on the road to millions—no diploma required!

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[star-girl69]

Keep Me Ablaze

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of guns, injury, brief violence, mentions of death, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Nineteen- After

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“Don’t you dare touch her!”

Grace’s voice is the first you hear, and the first thing you feel is the stale air of the base. The second thing you feel is hands. Not like hers, not even like his, unknown and wrong and the sensation almost makes you sick.

“Put her down!” Grace shrieks again, and you cannot even move. You let them pull you up and drag you, stand you on two unsteady feet that don’t feel like yours.

You suffered years without Neytiri, but you heart learned to grow around the empty space of her, until you had her back again and you were overflowing with her.

Now, it feels like your heart is exploding in your chest, like you’ve been hit with shrapnel, blown apart by the fire that still causes Hometree to burn.

You’re kept ablaze, and it’s the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced.

You want to go back to how it was before, to that one night where you mated, where everything was happy and okay and you were safe.

“You… murderer!” Grace spits, her voice cutting through the physicality the air has taken on. Like the air is filled with the bodies of the dead, and you’re wading through it, but the temptation to sink under is almost too much.

You lost Jake, and now you lost Neytiri.

What is left for you anymore?

You know nothing but the ache in your chest, and if you close your eyes hard enough, it’s like she’s what you’re sinking into.

—-

“I was trying to protect you. You know that, right? You can be as mad as you want. You can hate me for the rest of your life, but- I did it for you.”

The cell has been silent for some time, like the marks of the graves in the soil are also on your skin.

Jake sits in the middle, hunched over in his wheelchair, Norm is sprawled out on the bench next to you, and Grace has her knees pressed to her chest next to you.

It was silent, before she spoke, and it let your mind run wild, let you imagine another reality where this never happened- and the three of you were happy.

You look up at Grace, but you eyes stop on him.

Maybe, if this was before, he would be sitting next to you, and you could press your ear against his chest and hear his heartbeat and everything would be alright for just that moment.

But it’s not, so your eyes continue to Grace.

She’s no longer tucked into herself, now her feet rest on the floor, legs spread as she digs her elbows into the top of her thighs. She stares at you, mouth parted like she might speak again, and if you squint her eyes are a little shiny.

“Protect me from what?” you hiss, bitter and miserable and yearning for something you will never know again. “You knew, Grace. You knew I was falling in love with him and you knew what he did.”

Jake doesn’t even look up. Is he even listening? You almost want him to, you want him to know how much you loved him and how much he hurt you. You feel it all like a thousand stars, and you want him to feel it too.

Your skin is raw with the memory of his touch, of hers.

“I wanted to be wrong,” she bites back. “I wanted to believe that you could be happy, that you wouldn’t end up like- like me.”

Josephine, the air seems to sing.

You remember just earlier, when she tried to explain herself but you wanted to know betrayal, and she told you that you were so much like your mother. The memory stings now, but maybe she was right.

Here you are, the last woman standing, with nothing but memories to feed you. You know all that you have lost and you know you will never feel it again.

“I didn’t want you to feel pain like that.”

You had been staring hard at her face, like you could burst her into flames, but when her eyes meet yours it feels so much like before you have to look away.

“Like what?” you ask, looking down at the floor like she will crawl out of it. Like the before will.

You can imagine her smiling softly, how she always smiles when she talks about your parents. “Like loss,” she says, and this is the after.

—-

The sound of the door sliding open is faint, but the four of you hear it anyways, and perk up immediately. Neither of you know who this means.

“What going on, brother?” Trudy greets, and you immediately know something will happen. “Long time no see.”

“Hey,” the guard greets, and she walks forward, pushing a cart in her hands.

“Personally, I don’t feel these tree-hugging traitors deserve steak,” she smiles.

“They get steak?” he asks, and Trudy chuckles as he leans down, hand out to open the compartments of the plain gray cart. “That’s bullshit. Let me see that.”

Then, faster than you can even see, she pulls out her gun and presses it against the side of his head.

“Yeah. You know what that is. Down,” she hisses, and with a gun to his head, the man follows.

“Trudy!” Norm gasps, standing with Grace and running for the door. You hesitate. It’s almost too good to be true. Some part of you feels like you’ve had too much luck in this lifetime, that you shouldn’t push it.

“All the way down,” she guides, and you watch as the guard is forced flat onto the floor. Then, she raises the hand with the gun and brings it down hard on the back of his head. He jumps, before going still.

You gasp and stand, but Trudy only pockets the gun and shouts Max’s name.

He comes running through the open corridor, around the abandoned cart, pressing a key chain to the lock on your holding cell.

You take one quick look around the cell. Boring and grey, with two black benches on the opposite walls, this is no place to live a life. However briefly, this place is nothing like the forest, like Pandora.

Besides, even the smallest chance of seeing her again is worth anything.

—-

The next thing you know, you’re running through the underground halls of Hell’s Gate. This place, the fake place, feels nothing like where you were raised.

You’ve never been down here before, never been so deep and dark underground. You feel almost claustrophobic.

The wheels of Jake’s chair spur against the rough floor, but he pushes through it, and you find yourself trailing behind him. Grace runs next to you, and you can’t look at her, can’t think too much about what’s happened.

“Trudy, fire up the ship!” Jake calls, before sparing a look over his shoulder to urge Norm to go with her. “Go!”

They run forward, going a different path, while you follow Jake out of this underground mess. You listen to the sound of the wheels, footsteps against metal.

Grace runs past him, and you let out a soft pant as she opens the door, following her quick. Jake and Max stop at the door, and you look at them out of the corner of your eye as you fix your mask on.

Jake puts a hand on his shoulder. “Max, stay here. I need someone on the inside I can trust.”

The more time you spend with Jake Sully, the more he confuses you. Sometimes he has a plan down to the last detail, and other times he is running into action.

You still don’t really know if the night you mated was a spur of the moment decision, or he has been wanting to say that, even planning to. You almost want to ask him. But you don’t. You can’t, not after what he did.

“Okay,” Max agrees, looking around. “Go.”

You watch as Grace hands Jake a mask, and he puts it over his face. You can still see the bruise where Quaritch punched him.

You remember how his eyes darkened when you called for him, when he saw you restrained by that faceless soldier. You want it to be like that again, you want to feel him again, but he betrayed you and you can’t.

His eyes meet yours, and for once, you don’t look away. He stares at you like he sees your pain, like he wants to hold your pain and your happiness and take the bad away and kiss the good. He stares at you like he loves you. And maybe he does, but that doesn’t change the fact that he betrayed you and The People.

“C’mon,” he mutters, hand on his wheels again, and his eyes tear away from yours.

This is the after, and it burns like you have never known. It burns wrong. This is the after.

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[cheeriecherrymain]

Nyoom

Pairing: Viktor x Reader Rating: G Warnings: None Summary: You and Viktor move in together, and he learns that cats are weird little guys.

When you’d first started dating, most of your dates with Viktor had consisted of hanging out in the lab. It wasn’t a comfort-level kind of thing: the two of you worked together and generally had a lot to do in the day. There simply wasn’t enough time - or a guaranteed schedule - to pick a day to go out on.

It wasn’t something that bothered you. Neither you nor your boyfriend were particularly extravagant in nature, though you did occasionally splurge on gifts. In your opinion, if both of you were happy with the arrangement you’d made, then whose business was it that your relationship didn’t ‘look normal’?

As such, it had taken a good couple of months to venture into each other’s homes. You often found yourself crashing for a night in his dorm room, especially when you had a slew of early mornings at the lab planned, but you never stayed longer than a single evening.

He’d asked you about it once, and if you’d consider staying with him longer, or more permanently, but you’d declined. 

“The Academy doesn’t allow pets,” you’d explained to him sadly, “and I can’t just leave Pip behind, or find a new home for her. I love her too much, and it wouldn’t be fair to her.”

Despite his disappointment about keeping your living arrangements separate, Viktor still felt his heart swell in the wake of your kindness.

—

He did eventually visit your home across town, on one of your mutual days off. You’d enticed him over with the promise of a home-cooked lunch; something he - on other occasions - had proven to be enthusiastic about. The little bit of food he’d tasted from you, had always been warm and hearty, and infused with flavour. An entire meal from you was an offer he couldn’t pass up.

Even when he ended up having to share little bites of stew with your ever-persistent cat, it was still one of his most pleasant afternoons in recent memory.

Over time you fell into a routine, meeting up at your place on weekends for lunch, staying over at his place once or twice during the week, and working together during the days. It was comforting and predictable, and neither of you had any qualms about it. Mostly.

Pip had very quickly gotten used to your boyfriend’s presence in your home, and had taken a liking to curling up on his lap. Viktor assured you that it was just because he gave her food from the table, but you shook your head with a smile. “Face it, sweetheart,” you’d said, “Animals like you.” And leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek.

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Your life went on like this for close to a year, until you’d one morning burst into the lab a total mess. You’d had two suitcases with you, stuffed so full they looked like they were about to explode, and a small handheld cat carrier, overflowing with fluffy black and white fur. You yourself had been covered in tears and snowflakes, and possibly a little bit of snot, and you felt gross.

Viktor had ignored all that, and had set his work down to come to your side in an instant.

“I got evicted,” you’d sobbed, as your boyfriend took you in his arms to hold you close. “The building got sold, and the whole apartment complex got kicked out this morning. Something- something about- I don’t know, we only had a couple of hours to pack up, and- and everything else was forfeit-”

You break into tears again, and hide your face in Viktor’s sweater. “I don’t have anywhere to go, Vik. There aren’t many places that allow pets, and I can’t afford any of them on my salary- I can’t give Pip up…”

The choice had been clear to him, though he knew you’d never ask such a thing of him. “We’ll find a place,” he’d promised you, without hesitation. “There’s a complex not far that allows smaller animals in the building. The walk would be slightly longer than what I’m used to, but eh…it would be nice to sleep next to you every night, and have breakfast together in the mornings.”

You’d stared at him with wide, teary eyes for a couple seconds, breaking down for a third time as you accepted his offer.

—

From then on, you found that your daily routine was less bothered than you expected - you still went to work every morning, still ate questionable cafeteria food for lunch, still tiredly wandered home in the evening. The only difference was that you now weren’t alone when you were home, and almost always had a warm body to curl up next to when it was time for bed.

It was a beneficial lifestyle for both yourself and Viktor, but the real winner - in your opinion - was Pip. She now had two laps to sleep on, two pairs of shoelaces to chase every morning as you were headed to work, two noses to bite in the middle of the night, and twice as many clothes to get her fur all over.

She’d even managed to scare Viktor real good during the first couple days you’d been together. She was an old cat with a big personality, and not nearly as much energy as she’d had in her youth. But from time to time you still got to see her tearing from room to room like a bat out of hell, acting like she was being chased by demons.

You’d been quietly studying, when Viktor’s confused shout for you had reached your ears. Thinking he’d possibly cut one of his fingers again while working, you’d rushed into the other room.

Only to find your boyfriend trying to corral Pip into his arms.

Pip, who was fluffed up to twice her size, staring at you with wild bug-eyes that could probably see ghosts.

Your laughter draws Viktor’s attention away from the bizarre feline, though his posture relaxes when he sees how unbothered you are by the sight.

“She does that sometimes,” you explain to him, gesturing him away from her to give her some space. “She doesn’t get like this as often as when she was a kitten, but ah…every now again, she finds the will. Watch, she’s gonna take off in a second, and- there she goes.”

The pair of you watch as your cat tears into the hallway, as if she’s running for her life, and wince as her hectic galloping echoes through your home.

Viktor looks at you, perplexed. “What is wrong with her?” he wonders, and you shrug.

“I call it the zoomies. Sometimes pets are just…weird little dudes. Y’know?”

Viktor doesn’t know, but twelve minutes later when Pip comes to a grinding halt at his feet and promptly curls up to fall asleep, he believes he’s starting to.

[cloudstarcats]

Creator God Shang Qinghua has so many uses like;

Why does he know this super rare and dangerous artifact exists???? He probably made it and got a little trigger happy sorry-

Never ending supply of ink, parchment, melon seeds, lube, flowers, books, etc;

Probably makes stuff when he’s bored like a cute lil hobby

Only reason no one recognizes his godly power is cause they already feel that energy around them so they mistake it for like, normal

Probably loves all his creations, and his creations creations, and his creations creations creations, and-

All his disciples randomly get the power to just make something.

Just one thing tho and it’s totally random

One of them can make paper. Someone else can make a specific flower. Someone probably makes like little metal coins. Small stuff but personal and they don’t fully know why but they love it.

Most powerful mf but still scared shitless of like thunderstorms cause like look he made them but like damn that do be scary tho okay-?????? It’s loud!

Chronically low on mortal power yet overflowing with energy leading to hyperactive bursts and sleepless nights and a tendency to fall asleep literally everywhere

Cool ass god form that he is shy to use and different from his collected god stuff-

Probably glows in the dark????

(I feel like that form, of like, a true creation god is just overwhelming- his hair is sunlight and tree bark, his skin is smooth and stone and jade and rock and sand, his voice rings and ebbs and flows like water but whispers in the back of your mind and tingles your fingers- his touch burns and freezes at the same time, like cold light or searing hot ice- his eyes hold stars, they drip gold- he is everything and nothing at the same time and shines a brightness that seems to both suck in light and reflect it back in millions of other shades- you watch him and burn even as his words twist inside you and stitch up the cells that are exploding in your lungs and eyes- he’s so much-)

He sticks to a toned down version tho so he doesn’t like disintegrate people-

That would be bad-

Probably can bring people back to life but let’s not think about that-

[homemadesterekpie]

sometimes i think about Stiles and Derek spending a night together, making love and discovering eachother before Derek leaves Beacon Hills. And it’s Emotional™️ and intense af because maybe it’s Stiles’s first time and he begs Derek to be his first because he doesn’t want anyone else to be his first and because he’s going to leave anyway and he could at least leave him with Something because they both fucking know they have this thing together. they both feel it. and if they cant have it for long they could at least have this one thing, one time, one night.

Derek caves obviously because damn if he doesn’t want Stiles under him at least once and he wants to be Stiles’s first, wants to make it good for him and maybe, just maybe, make it so good for Stiles, he’ll never forget him.

So they take it slow, Derek takes his time taking Stiles apart and they’re both trembling and covered in sweat when Derek enters him. and maybe Stiles cries when Derek fucks him. Because it’s good, so fucking good and he can’t believe he’ll never get to have this again. He also cries because maybe this was a mistake, because Stiles’s heart feels like its gonna explode and when Derek looks him in the eyes as he thrusts into him soft and slow, Stiles sees all of his own overflowing emotions mirrored in Derek’s eyes and his heart can’t take it.

Stiles’s tears breaks Derek’s heart a little. Because he gets it. He feels the same even if his eyes aren’t shedding any tears. It’s killing him. The idea that he’s going to leave this town without Stiles. But they both know it’s for the best. This has to be enough. Derek will repeat it to himself over and over until he ends up believing it. This one night with Stiles is enough.

Stiles comes on choked sob, so hard he almost blacks out and Derek follows a fraction of a second after him. He holds Derek’s head to his heart afterwards. And he’s sure Derek knows he’s crying, it’s not like he’s being subtle about it, he’s even sure Derek can smell his tears but he doesn’t comment on it. He just holds Stiles and lets him play with his hair almost compulsively until he’s all out of tears and he’s stopped hiccuping.

When Stiles finally falls asleep, Derek gets up and cleans them both and makes sure Stiles is tucked in properly before leaving. He decides to leave the henley he wore the night before at the end of the bed. He doesn’t really know why he leaves it, knows he shouldn’t but he’s doing the hardest thing he’s ever done and this little gesture soothes him. He leaves after taking one last look at Stiles under the covers of his own bed in the loft. Fresh marks on his pale skin that will stay for days if not weeks. They’ll show anyone who looks that Stiles was his if only for just one night.

Stiles wakes up to an empty bed, a strategically left henley and a broken heart.

[7teenkarat]

Seventeen as questionable things my roommate has done:

S.Coups: Is loaded as fuck but gets pouty when you only order one McDonald’s set, or only one Starbucks coffee. Says he’s fine but sulked for the whole week and later posted an Instagram story quoting how sad it is that “it’s the people you love who hurt you the most”. Literally still brings it up to your parents sometimes.

Jeonghan: Meal preps for the week based on his workout regime but will only eat your food. Has his own room but you come back home to find him sprawled out across your bed. Steals your headbands and tries to act innocent when you confront him - even though he’s clearly wearing it right now. But y/n don’t I look so cute ^-^. But goes absolutely feral when you touch his shit.

Joshua: A sore. fucking. loser. Cannot play any board game or mario game with him under ANY circumstances in fear of getting your fifth noise complaint from your neighbor, and consequently becoming homeless. Is even competitive over Apples to Apples? Wtf. But strangely mild when you guys play Animal Crossing. Maybe he’s found his people.

Jun: Makes weird fucking noises the minute the sun goes down. Istg it’s like he can’t contain it and it just explodes out of his body? Is he connected to the moon cycles or something? Y’all are just chilling eating dinner and he starts squawking then gets up to get a glass of water as if nothing is wrong. A good portion of your friend group thinks he might be possessed

Hoshi: Asks you to edit his online interactions. Every. Single. One. He asks you to choose an Insta filter for his post when you get back from work, help choose which crypto meme his current Tinder fling would find funnier (spoiler: none), stands outside the bathroom door to ask whether or not he should retweet an Obama meme from 2016 even though it’s already 2022 - when you’re trying to take a peaceful shit. You are literally his ghostwriter and PR manager rolled into one

Wonwoo: Compares you to video game characters, and not in a flattering way. “God y/n, you’re being such a Mr.Resetti (Animal Crossing) right now.” “Wonwoo do I look good in this dress?” “Woah y/n you look exactly like Braum…stunning” You decide to look up who Braum is later and find out they look something like this -

Woozi: Is actually really funny and charming, but the moment he meets anyone of importance like your friends or s/o he turns so fucking awkward. Will be asked a question and just sit there not answering for a minute…then get up to turn on some music and walk right out of the room. Becomes super social during dinner, lowkey has everyone whipped, but the moment food is gone so is he-

The8: Meditation guru. Actually started after he went to visit your family and met your hippie uncle, then proceeded to go on a meditation pilgrimage with him and the prince of Nepal. 50/50 hit or miss - either ends up entering a really solid meditative state or falls asleep but will VEHEMENTLY deny it if you confront him.

Mingyu: Is on a strict workout routine and stockpiles chicken breast in the fridge until there’s no space left for any other form of sustenance. The little shit throws out your ice-cream tubs too because it “takes up too much space and is too tempting”. Everytime you open the fridge for a late night snack you’re met with rows upon rows of chicken boobies emanating a weird smell…you now no longer enjoy food and never will again.

Dokyeom: Doesn’t wash his fruits before eating them. Hello sir? Pesticides? Dirt? Bacteria? You tell him please for the love of god at least run them under some water unless he wants some weird fungi to grow out of his bellybutton. The next day you find him diligently washing blueberries one by one with some dish soap.

Vernon: Either has a 50 or 150 IQ, you still can’t tell to this day. Like Jun, pretty sure his brain cell count fluctuates with the moon cycle. Calculates the tip, split x amount of ways, in his head in literally 8 seconds. Former Stanford med dropout. But last night you walked in on him standing by an overflowing washer because it “started making scary noises so I panicked and started button mashing”.

Seungkwan: Has an unhealthy obsession with tik-tok “health tips” and always tries to rope you in on it too. Was especially obsessed with liquid chlorophyll and washing his hair with rice water. Refuses to let you go out on dates unless you ask the other person for their birth date and time so he can sus them out astrologically first - and is actually really accurate with it.

Dino: Is not actually human but rather a robot containing the world’s largest collection of dad jokes. Has a dad joke for every occasion, usually his comedic timing is *chef’s kiss*. But you can’t ever laugh because he takes that as consent to then keep you trapped for the next 30 minutes in a vicious cycle of joke after joke…after joke...worst part is he pauses at the end of every joke to wait for you to laugh and you have to because he’s staring you down and you’re starting to sweat. Something akin to hell.

[curryandbread]

Can you do hcs for how the dorm leaders would react to falling for a male student in their respective dorms? Would they deny it or accept it?

TWST Dorm Leaders falling for a male student headcanons

Thank you for requesting!! Hope you like it!

TW: Mentions of homophobia

Riddle Rosehearts

He’d be absolutely confused.

The way he acts around you is iffy, why can’t he stay normal whenever you’re in his radar?

When he does realize he’s falling for a man such as you, he starts to become a lot more cautious and quiet around you.

He doesn’t know what to think. He grew up in such a conservative household, he’d feel like he’d be in the wrong here.

He was not exposed to such topics such as these, he spent nights tossing and turning on his bed,, thinking of how he’s going to handle these strange feelings.

“Why am I feeling this way?” “I feel like wanting to stay by his side more...” “Is it wrong? Is something wrong with me??” Riddle asks.

“Silly. That’s love, Riddle. You’re in love with him.” Trey chuckles, both of them talking at the dorm’s kitchen with the support of a candlelight.

Riddle would probably deny it for days, for some reason it just doesn’t feel right to him.

But as he let Trey’s words of reassurance and wisdom sink in, he started accepting it.

The next time he sees you, he musters up the courage to invite you out for a one-on-one unbirthday party with him. But of course as Cater from afar sees it, it is something more than just an unbirthday party.

Leona Kingscholar

Holy cow this man will probably deny it in a flash.

He’d be out like a light as soon as his body hits the bed. But for the first time, he’s grown to just stare at the moon from his terrace.

“How did it come to this?” He thinks.

The fact that you’re a dude, it gives him more reasons why he stays up at night. It had to be you out of all people.

He’s grown to be open to those kinds of things, he can be good at times. He knew that it was okay.

But at the same time, he recollects his thoughts and tells himself that it’s just not him.

As much as he wanted to let this out, he’s been used to keeping everything to himself as if it’s a matter to be handled in his own hands.

He could, but he just wouldn’t. He can only bench these overflowing feelings from you.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul never came to a conclusion that he’d get along with the topic of love, not even his brains foresaw the situation he is in now.

He’s aware of what he’s going through. But he also had to think twice if it was okay.

He never knew he’d discover something so vital to his whole being, and he thanks you for that.

He had second thoughts when he thought of telling Jade about this. It feels like he’ll meet his doom if he does tell Jade.

Azul slowly opens up to accepting his feelings towards you. Knowing there wouldn’t be any harm in loving you.

Day by day, he’d look forward to see you drop by at the Mostro Lounge. There are days where he’d wish you’d chime in at his VIP room to have a little catch-up after his overblot situation.

He doesn’t want to rush, nor does he want to let it stay with him. For now, he’ll go at his own pace.

He would hope that you’d share the same feelings as his.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is delighted that he found something so special that makes him look forward to a new day! It’s like he has a little alarm clock.

He doesn’t mind falling for you! However he won’t easily hint this.

He will wholeheartedly embrace and accept it for loving a man! In fact, he’s proud that he’s discovered more of himself.

When you’re not around, he would babble about how his day was spent with you to Jamil for a while, I mean, a while.

Jamil kinda gets annoyed with all the things Kalim tells him everyday and would just tell Kalim to “Just get together with him already!”

He doesn’t mind that you find out either. He’ll be waiting for an answer if ever though. He won’t be able sit still until you give him a response.

He wants to drink coconut juice with you all day, would even offer to give you a magic carpet ride with him. A whole new woooorld~

Vil Schoenheit

First of all, he found you absolutely beautiful. He’s never seen a man so charming.

He felt the need to be there with you as much as possible no matter what. Your presence intoxicates him, and he likes it.

When you exchange your greetings with each other, he’d just fall more into the warmth of your bright smile.

And yes, he’s not backing down on these feelings pressed onto him. Nothing can stop him. He knows what his heart wants.

He just won’t show it easily. But he would just shower you in nothing but compliments which leaves you thinking if he’s actually just being nice or something else.

He’ll give you simple things for you to remember him. A vase of flowers ordered from a high-end flower shop somewhere, a luxurious pack of skin care products! Anything that Vil can get his hands on that pleases you!

When the right time comes, he will most likely bring out the best in him, whatever it takes to keep you by his side.

Idia Shroud

“Is this a joke..?! This is no romance anime..!”

Yyyyyyeah. He’d deny it. No way is he gonna let you know about this.

Idia literally has social anxiety issues, what more if he realizes he likes someone; a guy!

His brain would just explode right then and there. He’s acting like a shoujo manga character and it’s sooo not like him.

He’d definitely hide this from Ortho. Ortho would be one to either scold his brother for being too dense, or pressure him to death.

He honestly doesn’t mind liking men, but to him it just feels off so it might not sit well for him in the next few weeks.

He’d drown himself in rhythm games and mangas, trying to brush aside that weight of obsession towards you.

Overthinking controls him.

Malleus Draconia

He’d be fascinated, for a creature such as him to experience such a thing called love.

He does take a liking to you after all, so what’s the point in hiding it?

He’ll happily embrace these feelings for you. He’s never felt so alive when he’s with you.

He wouldn’t tell anyone about these feelings, but it is painfully obvious to distinguish what’s on his mind.

He can never truly understand such feelings, however he’ll do what it takes to never let this falter.

Regardless of his feelings, he spends every second of his life with you as he indulges his feelings for you.

There will be a thought coming from the back of his head that it feels out of place to love a man. However he is not that shallow.

Lilia fully supports him, thanking your existence so that Malleus does not feel alone.