#hope this is OK?? i was mulling over different

[ghostlythunderbird]

"The Pack" Oneshots ~ Nesting Pains

Pairings: Alpha!König, Alpha!Simon “Ghost” Riley, Alpha!Keegan P. Russ X Omega!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Just some nest building! Fluff

Words: 1,026

Author's Notes: Just a cute little idea I had brewing for a while. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Summary: You're having some trouble building your new nest; luckily, the boys swoop in to help out a bit.

No. No. NO

Why did this all feel so off? Was it because you were attempting to nest in a new home, with a new pack, with Mates this time? You had no idea what was going on; the discomfort was more than likely coming from your inner omega. The only thing is that your omega has yet to have this much influence on your actions. Huffing in frustration, you set down the sheet in your hands as you stared at the scattered pieces of nesting material on the ground. 

Pieces were strung out, and the attempt to begin the shape of the nest lay there, quietly mocking you as you sat in the middle of your new room. When did nesting become so difficult for you? You couldn't stop the upsetting chirp that left your chest. You laid back on the floor and stared up at the ceiling; maybe all you needed was a break in quiet and staring up at the plain cream ceiling.

However, the quiet was disrupted by the sound of footfalls thundering up the stairs and coming to a stop at your door. The door swung open, and the gentle giant of an Austrian walked in only to stop at the state of the room. "(Y/N)! Omega, are you ok? I heard you chirp, is something wrong?"

He questioned as he stepped around the edge of the would-be nest, coming close to your head. Looking down, he saw the defeat that marred your beautiful features. You were silent, thinking over your words before looking the Apex in the eyes. "My nest, Nothing feels right about any of this. I don't know where to begin or how big to make it for everyone." You sighed. Bringing your hands up to your face, you allowed your hands to engulf your face. Your frustration soon returned while you mulled over the task of attempting to start back on the nest; however, with one of your Alphas watching, you couldn't bring yourself to even move, only allowing silent tears to fall from your eyes.

Your fingers gently wiped away tears that lingered under your eyes. Turning your head upwards again, you gazed upon him. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to be so emotional." You said. The Apex above you let out a sigh of his own "Nonsense, Schatz, This is important to you, so it's ok to get frustrated." God, this man was planning on killing you from his tender-hearted nature. At least that's how it felt when he smiled at you. You looked up into his eyes again. "Is something else bothering you as well, Schatz?"

You thought for a long moment before responding, leaning up from the floor and turning your head away from the Apex. "It's just.....all of this is so different. I know you are all going to be my mates, but all of this is just a bit much for me, I guess." You murmured softly. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to understand your statement. Kneeling, the Apex gently grasped your hands before pulling you to stand with him. "I understand, but don't worry, we will all figure it out. Now what do you need from us?"

Looking up at the Apex, you couldn't help but give him a sheepish smile. "How willing do you think the other two might be to at least help with how big I need to make it?"

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Not even 15 minutes later, you had all three alphas sitting shoulder to shoulder on the floor. It was comical to see three massive alphas sitting around, perfectly still to not disrupt their omega's progress. Keegan and Ghost were on the outer edges, whereas König was in the middle as he was the biggest. As for you, you were laying nesting material along the sides of Keegan and Ghost, slowly building the edges of the nest. The room was quiet aside from your hums and small growls when a blanket or pillow wouldn't lay right.

"Soooo, how big is this thing gonna be?" Keegan whispered, leaning close to König. The Apex looked at Keegan before his eyes darted back to you for a split second. "As large as it needs to be," He whispered back. A light blush appeared on your cheeks at the idea of having such a giant nest; the other two alphas chuckled at the look on your face.

Having your alphas here was nice as you built the nest you would all share eventually. It was rather relaxing, not only that this was the longest you've been around Keegan and Ghost since you first got here. Looking back to the Alphas, you moved behind them before gently tugging on König's shirt. The large Apex looked back at you, confused. "Omega, what is it?" Once again, you pulled, slightly rougher this time, but finally, the Apex got the hint.

Laying down on his back, he watched as you placed a pillow just above his head before you moved to do the same at his feet. After that, you took a step back to look at the beginnings of your massive nest, this will have been the most enormous nest you've ever made, and it seemed to fit all three alphas snugly. Speaking of your alphas, they all seemed eager to move, yet they didn't until you allowed them to.

Letting out a high-pitched chirp after some time. "Ok, you guys need to get out." All three looked at each other before letting out an exasperated groan. "It'll be done when it's done!" You stated. König looked at you while the two alphas on the edges moved to get up. "But don't you want any-" Before he could finish his sentence, you had let out a growl; all three alphas took that as their sign that they needed to get out.

As they cleared your doorway into the hallway, you instantly shut the door behind them. All three stood in silence as they looked towards the door before looking between each other. But only Ghost had one thing to say after the whole ordeal.

"Did she just use us as fucking measuring tools?"

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Could you write Reese x reader who has similar style to him but like the girl version? like he sees at her school wearing maybe a tight shirt with baggy cargos and he LOOSES it n NEEDS to talk to her. Thanks so much 🩵

I Like Your Style (Reese Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: For spirit week, you convince Reese to participate in twin day with you. Feelings arise when he sees your outfit.

A/N: the ending’s so bad bc i had no idea how to finish this, ive been having such a writers block lately. made them friends instead of strangers, hope that’s ok lol also modern au bc they have cellphones

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“Please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Please, Reese!” You whined, following your friend around his house. 

“Spirit week is stupid! There’s no way I’m participating in that.” He shook his head at the idea, opening his fridge to find something to make for a snack. “Never have, never will. How do you feel about peanut butter and jelly?”

“Yeah, I’m good with that.” You answered, going around to sit at the counter he was making sandwiches on so you could be face to face. “Just one of the days, Reese. That’s all I ask.”

Reese didn’t answer until he had finished making both your sandwiches. He put your plate in front of you and took a bite of his food, mulling everything over.

“Which day?” 

“Tuesday.” You answered immediately. You knew it was the only day Reese would consider saying yes to because of how simple it was. “It’s Twin Day, so you wouldn’t even have to really dress up. You just gotta tell me what you’re wearing so I can match. Or we can go to the mall or something.”

“We’re both broke; there’s no way we can buy whole new outfits.” You snorted. Sadly, that was true. 

“So, will you do it?”

“Fine.” He said it somewhat reluctantly, but you still clapped with glee at the answer.

“Yay! Just tell me what you’re gonna wear, and I’ll try to find something like it. But just make sure you tell me in advance.” You finished your sandwich, slowly looking up at your friend with pleading eyes. “Can I have another?” Reese wordlessly took your plate, preparing another sandwich for you.

***

On Sunday night, you were lying in bed when your phone buzzed next to your head. You squinted from the brightness and saw a message from Reese.

Reese: how’s this?

Attached was a picture of him standing in the mirror. The outfit was pretty basic, just some baggy cargo and a semi-tight long sleeve. You mentally went through your closet, trying to put together an outfit of your own.

Y/n: that works!

Y/n: see you tuesday twin lol

Reese: already regretting this

Y/n: booooo

You shut your phone off, rolled out of bed, and went to your closet. With Reese’s outfit fresh in your mind, you picked out some pieces that would match well. 

Setting everything aside, you wondered what to do with your hair. Reese had frosted tips, a good look on him. But you didn’t feel like bleaching your hair; you didn’t have that much school spirit. Deciding you’d figure it out tomorrow, you got back into bed and quickly dozed off.

***

When Reese entered the quad on Tuesday, he tried looking for you. But you weren’t in any of your regular hangout spots. Assuming you were running late, he shrugged and found a place to sit down.

A few minutes passed when Reese felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see you with a wide grin plastered on your face.

“Hey! I would’ve gotten here sooner, but these fake highlights were a bitch to clip in.” You rounded the bench your friend was sitting on so you were standing before him. “What do you think?���

Reese gulped as he took in your appearance. Just like him, you were wearing a tight shirt and baggy cargo pants that hung around your hips. The only difference with your outfits was that you tucked your shirt into your pants, accentuating your figure. A figure that Reese was now thinking about in a way that most friends wouldn’t.

The clip-in highlights you were talking about almost made him laugh. To mimic the frosted tips Reese sported, you bought some platinum blonde extension clips from Lucky Aide and scattered them throughout your hair. It was honestly a bit flattering that you had taken the time to try to mirror his appearance.

“You look…” Reese gave you one last look over before looking you in the eyes. “You look good.”

“Why, thank you.” You fished around in one of the deep pockets of your pants for your phone. “Okay, now stand up. I want a picture.” Immediately, Reese shook his head.

“That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“It is now.” You grabbed Reese’s hand and pulled him up, which he easily could’ve fought against. But you just seemed so excited; he complied when you asked him to pose for the camera. Reese even pulled you closer to him by the waist so both of you were in the frame.

“You should start dressing more like this.” He commented while you snapped a few pictures.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, you look hot.” 

You laughed, looking through all your pictures to find a good one to post later.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Reese.” The boy looked at your phone to see the sweet smile on your face as you leaned into him in the pictures.

Yeah, the feelings swirling inside of Reese were definitely becoming less and less platonic.

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[galvanizedfriend]

WIP Wednesday

Posting something for WIP Weds in the hopes to get back on my writing horse. It's been tough lately, friends. This is another snippet of Speed Dating. Not directly after this, but some time later.

Anyway, hopes and prayers for me, my dudes. 😔 I need to write again. Also, about this snippet: jealous!klaroline is my not-so-secret guilty pleasure, I shall not apologize.

Conversation began to flow more freely. Rebekah and Elijah started poking at Camille as though she were a creature from a different planet, both evidently curious about Niklaus' girlfriend. Rebekah knew of her, but they were yet to meet. Cami is graceful and smart and lovely in ways she’d never been before, not to Caroline, and they all seem fascinated. Fits right in with Klaus’ family. Fits right in next to Klaus, with a hand around his elbow.

It makes Caroline sick to her stomach. She hates it. More than she hates Dr. Saltzman’s lectures, more than she hates last week’s tofu, more than she hates getting puked on by drunkards during her shifts. She hates it with every fiber of her being, so freaking much she can almost feel the revulsion singing her bones.

Above anything else, she hates how it makes her feel found out, exposed, rubbing the truth of her feelings in her face until she can no longer deny it: Caroline is infected with jealousy.

Up until that moment, she had felt it in short bursts - acute, but fleeting. It was manageable. Debatable, even. But tonight, has completely destroyed all of her defenses. The harsh, cold truth of it crashed down upon her like a giant wave. Every time Klaus even so much as looks at Camille, speaks to her, whenever his hand accidentally brushes up against hers because she’s sitting way too freaking close to him, Caroline feels an irrational spike of murderous anger, followed by an insane and uncontrollable need to throw something heavy across the room. 

She wants to scream.

Something nasty balls in her throat and makes it impossible for her to continue to socialize. The forged indifference she’s worn all night is about to crack. She is locked in battle for her dignity and being positively massacred.  

She needs a drink. Six drinks. Maybe more. Fast. Anything to dull out the brash reaction threatening to come out.

Before anyone can point out that she could just order directly from their booth, she excuses herself and slips out. Funny how she seems to be the only one to notice how utterly unbreathable the air is.

Away from prying eyes, she abandons the cocktails in favor of something more effectively numbing. She downs a shot of whiskey all at once, and then asks for another. When she signals for a third one, the bartender gives her a look. The lonely girl getting hammered at the bar is looking for trouble look.

"I just had dinner with my roommate, whom I may or may not have feelings for, and his siblings, while they get introduced to his girlfriend, ok? I'm having a really bad night, so I'd appreciate it if you could just pour me a shot and kept the judgment to yourself."

The guy shrugs. "Suit yourself."

"Thank you."

The alcohol is meant to melt down the anxious knots in her stomach, dial down her spiking nerves back to acceptable levels, but the first immediate effect is a different one. The prickly discomfort morphs into a kind of ache, dull but heavier. This sudden uncontrollable need to be the object of Klaus' attention, the reason behind his smiles, the theme of all his stories, gains sharper, clearer contours.

The extreme anxiety she's experiencing, she concludes, is illumination. The kind that comes with a heavy object falling on your head and cracking your skull wide open. This visceral reaction is the answer to all the questions she's been mulling over incessantly for months now. Suddenly, Caroline no longer feels crazy; she feels heartbroken.

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Irresponsible

Words: 1019

Pairing: Pike x Reader

A/N: May have taken this a different way slightly but I hope it's ok <3

Request: hi, Pike X reader, how would pike react to him over reacting, he is attracted, your falsely accused and/or punished, because he was far harder on you due to his attraction than he would normally have been so how does he attone- @Emeraldsyndicate

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“That’s totally irresponsible of you.” the man could feel himself bubbling inside “You are relieved of landing party duties from this point forward. You’re dismissed.” with his final word he stormed out of the room back onto the bridge.

You could feel tears brimming in your eyes. Taking a moment to compose yourself you turned and also left the room. Crossing the bridge you left and made your way to your quarters, you knew everyone on the bridge had caught on instantly. Heck half of the ship probably knew about your colossal fuck up and being reprimanded for it already. But was it really that big of a deal?

If the Captain had acted that way then sure, it must have been. But would he have reacted that way to anyone else? 

You groaned and allowed yourself to crumple once inside your quarters, thankful that you weren’t scheduled to be elsewhere right now. You allowed some tears of fall.

You knew the mistake was silly. One minute you’d had your phaser on you and the next it’d fallen off. You’d gone back to retrieve it and nearly got caught by the inhabitants of the world. They weren’t supposed to know you were there but no one was entirely sure that you weren’t seen in some way.

The Captain sat on the bridge and tried to calm down. He could feel the anger slowly leaving but he was still annoyed at the situation. You could have been hurt. The inhabitants of the world were known for their anger, for you to drop your phaser and go back for it? A stupid idea really. He mulled the situation over in his head some more. 

He could see why you went back for your phaser. They weren’t to know that you were there under any circumstances and finding a phaser would surely give it away. But the danger you’d put yourself in? Absolutely unforgivable. But was it?

He tried to get on with work but the situation kept crossing his mind. Had he been too harsh on you? Yeah, he really had. Guilt started to flood his brain before he excused himself from the bridge and made his way to you.

You just got up to leave your quarters when you were greeted by the Captain as you’d opened the door. With a sigh you allowed him inside, prepared for another ear full for how you’d behaved. You hated to see the man angry and hated this more especially because he was angry at you.

“I’m sorry.” you spoke out before he could even turn to face you “I understand what I did was irresponsible and I accept-”

“Stop.” he raised a hand and spoke softly “Let me speak.”

You did as you were told. Not wanting to get into more trouble.

He hesitated for a second before finding his voice again to speak. “I need to apologise for earlier. I think my punishment was too harsh and I’d hate for you not to be part of the landing parties anymore.” He looked away from you nervous before looking back “I think I blew up like that because I was really worried about you. I was thinking about how you could have been injured or killed down there and I never want that to happen.”

“Every Captain’s thoughts.” you added “totally understandable.”

“That may be the case for the most part but my main concern was you.” he tried to emphasize “I have no clue what I’d do without you.”

Your heart felt like it froze for a second. Surely Chris wasn’t saying what you thought he might be saying. Gosh you’d known each other for years now and were friends but never in a million years did you expect this. Sure you’d had a crush on him when you’d first met but you’d buried it.

“We all have our part to play” you tried to joke.

“No Y/N.” he grumbled and nervously looked away again “I was trying to say it without saying it but… I like you, more than I probably should and thinking about a future without you was killing me. I flew off the handle because I can’t bare to lose you. Sitting on the bridge thinking about the whole thing made me realise that firstly, my reaction was unjust. Secondly, that I should stop pining and do something about it otherwise it’ll eat away at me.”

You stood dumbfounded for a second and just stared at the man.

“Y/N?” he questioned, scared he’d way overstepped the line.

“Don’t let the others hear you say you were only concerned about me down there.” you laughed.

It was the man's turn to be rendered speechless. Not entirely sure what to do next.

“If you’re saying what I think you’re saying without outright saying it.” you added “then I feel the same way about you too. I like you a lot. I had a crush on you early on in our friendship but buried it because I thought it’d never go anywhere.” you admitted.

“Now why would you think that?”

“Because you’re a Captain and it’d be really inappropriate for someone under you to make a move.”

He laughed “not as inappropriate as a Captain making a move on someone under them.” 

You smiled “I supposed it’s a good thing we feel the same way then.”

He took a step closer to you and reached for your hand “I’m truly sorry about earlier Y/N I was just scared.”

“I understand.” you gave his hand a squeeze and looked into the man's eyes briefly before looking away.

“I suppose I should go back to the bridge” the man admitted “How about I make you dinner though after my shift. You’re done for the day aren’t you?”

You nodded “I start early tomorrow though.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll come get you after my shift.” 

“And you’ll take me for a romantic walk back to yours to cook?” you teased.

“Of course I will.” he gave you a wink and released your hand before disappearing from the room.

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[pikkish]

I'm new to the fandom, just played 2016 and Eternal in quick succession. Eternal's DLC left me really dissatisfied, but I can't really explain why or how. Based on that poll you made, it's clear you've got some Opinions on the writing, so I was hoping you would like to share them? I feel like I need someone to mull over that whole story with. You can message me privately if you wish!!

Hi there! Welcome to the Doom fandom! I hope you enjoy your stay here more than you enjoyed TAG's writing! And you're more than welcome to come yell with me about Doom and its related games any time!

You're more than correct in your assertion that I have some Opinions about modern Doom's writing, in fact, I have quite a few of them. Most of them can be summed up as "the writing is just plain bad," which is probably also the reason you're unsatisfied with it. It's inconsistent, it regularly sacrifices coherence for the sake of something that looks cool for trailer shots, it has a lot of details that very much could be interesting plots but are simply ignored after their first mention, and at least a few more things that I'm forgetting, it's been a little bit since my last playthrough of TAG and these are just the major ones off the top of my head.

Take Hayden, for example. In 2016, he's the classic egotistical, powerful CEO of a major weapons industry, who maybe didn't necessarily intend to get a ton of people killed, but now that he has, he's gonna stick to his guns and insist he's still in the right, this was an unfortunate accident, but what he's doing is necessary, for the good of humanity, can't you see? He's the good guy! He's just trying to make things better! And he's dedicated to this course well enough that he's willing to betray the man who's there to save him, and boot Doomguy back into Hell at the end of 2016.

Then you get to Eternal, and he's inexplicably changed his mind for no good reason? And it's not like he's learned his lesson and has become more humble for it; sure, he got his rear handed to him by demons, and he emphatically states that the creation of Argent Energy is an "unholy union" that "cannot continue," but at the same time, he still acts constantly like he has everything under control and heavily implies that, were he in charge, this situation wouldn't be so bad- as if he weren't in charge when it got this bad. It's like they wanted him to have the exact same attitude (and therefore, ability to deliver dramatic voicelines) as in 2016, but didn't want to commit to him being a villain, so they just went "ok! he doesn't like Argent Energy any more," and went with it, then never felt the need to explain how or why this complete shift in attitude came about. As a result, it feels like Hayden has no clear motive or goals, and falls pretty flat as a character in general.

And then, to take it into TAG, there's the Seraphim, and don't even get me started on how much I hate that that's his name, "seraphim" is the PLURAL form of "seraph," it's like how "Guy" is a real name but then if they decided to name a character "Guys" instead, and it drives me crazy-- whom they go to some lengths to confirm is, in fact, the same person as Hayden, but then, despite the fact that Samur is sick and dying from the moment you revive him, for some reason, Hayden has to turn back into Samur. I suppose there's maybe some indication that Samur and Hayden are actually different people implied by Hayden referring to the Seraphim in the third person through the beginning of the Atlantica level, but there's still never any explanation given for that, whether they are or aren't the same person, or why you need to bring Samur back in Hayden's place.

And then, you beat Samur up, and guess what? He immediately stops being relevant to the plot and is almost completely forgotten. And that's a recurring theme in modern Doom! Olivia Pierce and the Khan Maykr both share the same fate, the moment they're dead, they practically just stop existing. Sure, there's the statue of Olivia in Nekravol, and, like, a single mention of the Khan in one of TAG's codices, if I remember correctly, but personally, to me, both of those feel more like the devs giving you a wink and a nudge and saying "haha hey, remember them?" like it's more of an Easter Egg than them actually having any significance.

And then there's the whole mess that is Davoth. Admittedly, having the Divinity Machine be fueled by his power, and Doomguy being enhanced by that power is thematically appropriate, what with the whole reason Doomguy wins being that he's even angrier than Hell. I also think something like the Divinity Machine and Dooomguy becoming superhuman did have to happen eventually, because how many times can one man singlehandedly beat back the whole of Hell itself before he stops being just some guy? But I don't think it was executed very well.

For one thing, I don't think it was a good move to imply that Doomguy always was some sort of pseudo-god super entity right from the start. Sure, like I said, he did inevitably have to stop being just some guy, but him being just some guy was a good bit of the charm of classic Doom in my opinion. All we knew about him was that he loved his pet rabbit, and was more willing to punch his commanding officer in the face than follow an order to shoot civilians. And yeah, if you take that, and also assume that the story cards are Doomguy's own internal monologue or at least a representation of his attitude, then you can't really say he was ever a blank slate character, but he was still just some guy, and he was relatable for that. And going "well, actually, he was a godling from the very beginning" just doesn't feel very good in my opinion, and feels like a big retcon besides. (And we'll get to more "well, ACTUALLY" stuff in a bit, but first I wanna finish up the tangentially Davoth related stuff first.)

All that aside, if we take it at face value and say sure, Doomguy was always something a little more than human, always destined to become the ultimate warrior, rather than making himself into the Doom Slayer by surviving Hell, then there's still not really any reason for Davoth to have looked exactly like him, beyond going "you-- but EVIL!!" for the drama of it. I think there was maybe one codex entry that says Davoth's whole soul-stealing operation was for the sake of providing his own people with immortality, which is to say, he was fighting to protect his home or something to that effect, so an argument could be made that his looking like Doomguy is an attempt at exploring "this is you, gone too far, this is you if you ever let go of your morals, this is everything you risk becoming," but, again, it's mentioned like... once, in one codex, and never explored or elaborated upon further. If I remember correctly, Davoth himself never even acknowledges this, it's just the codex entry, and he just goes on about how he'll kill Doomguy and destroy everything he ever loved. If they really wanted to make him a sympathetic villain like that, then they should've actually given us the opportunity to feel that sympathy for him. Let me see the people he's trying to protect- is it an idyllic paradise, oblivious to the lengths being gone to to keep them comfortable? A broken, dying people who should have gone extinct long ago, but for this thievery of the lives of others? I know Hell is supposed to be Jekkad, corrupted, and even in theory, that's fine- you could say Davoth's become so ruthless in pursuit of this immortality for his people that he's blinded himself to how it's also destroyed that which he was attempting to save- but you can't really see that. It's still just Hell, not really any sort of remnant of something worth saving.

And speaking of that. Trying to make Davoth a sympathetic villain at all feels like a bad choice to me. Doom is about fighting demons, about carving a bloody war path through the ultimate evil of Hell itself, and about feeling viciously satisfied about doing it. Making it about a desperate man who can't accept that he failed to save what he cared about, and making about killing that man before he does any more damage in attempting to do what he's already failed to do just doesn't feel good the way the rest of Doom does. And beyond that, TAG doesn't even succeed in the emotional gut punch that would come from it, had they managed to make Davoth into an actually sympathetic villain. It's like they're trying to strike a balance between the gratuitously violent and exhiliratingly triumphant feel that Doom is known for, and an emotionally impactful story, and as a result, both end up landing somewhere between mediocre and just plain bad.

I don't have a good segue into this bit except to say it's coming back to the "well, ACTUALLY," thing I mentioned earlier, which is: there are a lot of parts that feel a lot like a six year old kid is just making up the plot on the spot, like, for example, "Doomguy LAUNCHES himself out of a CANNON and he has a MAGIC SWORD and a PET DRAGON that carries him to the MAGIC CRYSTAL in the MIDDLE of the PLANET." Granted, these ones are pretty small and relatively inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, and, yeah, okay, they do look pretty cool. But they don't really... fit? Yeah, it's not like classic Doom didn't have this too, In Doom I alone, Doomguy gets pissed about not getting a reward for beating up the barons, practically just jumps off the side of Deimos, and then finally gets to go home when a secret teleporter just opens beside him after Hell decides he's "too tough" for it. But that all fits in classic Doom, because it's not trying to be a serious, grimdark story. Classic Doom is goofy, and it knows it, and it doesn't try to be anything else. But modern Doom tries so hard to be a very serious, dramatic story and also keep the sillier bits of classic Doom, and- yeah, okay, I already made this point once, but here it is again- it ultimately kinda fails at both as a result.

But then there's the bigger of these, namely VEGA. You spend the majority of both 2016 and Eternal with him as your main companion, and, as far as I can remember, there's never really anything to indicate that he's anything other than what he's introduced as, a sentient AI, created to help manage the Mars base. And then you get to the end of Eternal, and- after basically making you sacrifice him for a second time- with next to no buildup, go, "well actually, he's the god of the bad guys." And I'd complain about that plot thread also being brought up and then dropped with no further elaboration, except they do elaborate on it, and that's basically all that TAG is about. They spend the whole of TAG 1 telling you how VEGA is the god of Literally Everything, and how he made Davoth, then didn't kill him when he started to get out of hand, and aren't you MAD at him, for making all your problems, for being too merciful with his own creation that he loved, and don't you just wanna DESTROY the thing that would give him power again?

And then you get to TAG 2 and they spend the whole time going "WELL ACTUALLY it's DAVOTH who's god and VEGA STILL couldn't kill him and he's been LYING to you this ENTIRE TIME." It almost feels to me like a bad fandom interpretation to justify not liking a character, except worse because they're actually the ones who made the character and wrote the story, and I'm not entirely sure why they intentionally tried to make VEGA a helpful, likeable character, gave him a backstory that arguably makes him more sympathetic than Davoth, and then went "actually we hate him now and are gonna do everything we can to try to make you hate him too."

There are definitely more things I could bring up, like whatever the whole deal with the wraiths and the World Spear is, and probably a handful of other things I'm forgetting, too, but it's getting late and I gotta get up to go to work tomorrow. At any rate, thanks for stopping by and giving me an excuse to finally yell about these things! Feel free to stop by and chat with me about video games whenever you want, I love getting to hear other people's thoughts on these things just as much as I love getting to give my own.

[kpopimaginings]

Decided - Seonghwa

The more you hung around Ateez, the more you noticed how much quieter Seonghwa was around you versus the other boys. It wasn't in a rude or cold way, and he was always so polite to you that you didn't dwell on it too much. You figured it was probably because he'd known them longer and was therefore more comfortable around them.

Today though, he seemed different. He wasn't even really interacting with the other boys, just looking at his phone. You broke away from the main group to check in with him.

"Is everything ok?" you asked, causing him to look up at you.

"Yes, thank you," he told you with a smile, but the smile didn't seem right.

It wasn't the same smile he wore when interacting with the rest of Ateez. You didn't want to pry though, so you didn't push him for more.

"If you're ever not ok, I'm always here for a chat," you let him know before going back to what you were doing before.

A little while later, you noticed him get up and leave the room. Without thinking you stood and followed him.

"You're not alright," you pointed out as you caught up to him.

He jumped slightly, turning to face you, his wide eyes starting to water.

"No, I'm not," he finally admitted, looking down at the floor.

"Come here," you said, taking a step closer and holding your arms open.

Seonghwa gratefully closed the gap, leaning into your embrace.

"You don't have to tell me what's wrong, but don't bottle it all up," you pleaded.

You heard him sniff softly, still wrapped up in your arms.

"It's just some comments online. People are picking at my appearance and our performances. It's getting to me," he opened up to you.

"Well stop reading them then!" you said as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

He chuckled as he pulled away from you, dabbing at his damp eyes. "It's not that easy."

"I know," you replied. "I made you smile though."

Despite the fact that he was indeed smiling now, Seonghwa still wouldn't quite look you in the face.

"And, for what it's worth, I think you're gorgeous," you added.

You noticed his eyes go wide as he muttered out a flustered 'Thank you'. With one last comforting smile, you turned to head back to the group.

After that, you made more of an effort to engage with Seonghwa. He was still quieter and hesitant when talking to you, but you really felt like he was becoming more comfortable around you. More often than not you would end up sat next to or opposite each other, making it easier to have a conversation.

Then, one day, Hongjoong pulled you to one side.

"Look, this isn't normally something I would do," he started. "I don't like to get involved in the members personal lives unless they come to me first, but I know what Seonghwa is like and I don't want him getting hurt.”

"What on Earth are you talking about?" you asked, thoroughly confused by the leader's vague words.

"Maybe you haven't noticed, but Seonghwa has a huge crush on you," Hongjoong explained.

"Really?" you replied, not sure you believed his words.

He nodded in response as you started to think back over the elder's actions around you.

"I'm just asking if you don't like him in the same way, can you please keep your distance? All you're doing now is getting his hopes up. It would be better to stay away and let him get over it."

He walked away and left you mulling over his words. The more you thought, the more everything started to fall in to place. Sure, Seonghwa was quieter around you but he was also the first to notice a change in your appearance, or compliment your outfit, or offer to refill your drink when it ran low. Maybe he was only quieter because he liked you and was nervous around you. All these little things you hadn't fully registered until now, were actually hints at how he had been feeling.

Now, you just had to work out how you were feeling. Sure, you cared about him, but you had never considered it to be as anything other than friends.

You continued as you had been, still treating Seonghwa that same as always while you worked out how you really felt.

One day you were meeting them at their rehearsal space for lunch but walking in you were only greeted by 7 boys.

"Where's Seonghwa?" you asked almost immediately.

"We left him at home," Wooyoung told you through a mouthful of food.

"He isn't feeling well," Yunho clarified. "Today's work isn't important enough to risk him making himself worse."

Your brows furrowed in concern as you felt Hongjoong's eyes on you. You knew full well that if you left now, in his eyes, you had made your choice. Meeting his gaze briefly, you turned and left heading straight for the dorms.

When you'd heard that Hwa was ill enough to miss practice, the worry and concern you felt went beyond what you expected to feel for a friend. The decision had been made for you in that moment.

"Hwa?" you called out as you entered the dorms.

At the sound of your voice, Seonghwa came shuffling out of his room. He looked like he'd only just woken up, face still a little swollen with sleep and hair all awry.

"Y/n?" he croaked.

"Hey," you smiled softly. "I went to see the guys and they said you weren't well. I was worried so I came to see how you were."

He smiled at your words before his face fell into a pout.

"I think I need cuddles," he said, sliding closer to you.

You weren't sure whether it was his dishevelled state, the pyjamas, the pout or all of the above, but right now he was the cutest thing you had ever witnessed.

"Do you need food or a hot drink first?" you asked, still worried.

He shook his head and shuffled closer again. With a quiet chuckle, you closed the gap and pulled him into your arms.

"Is it ok if I stay? I want to make sure your alright," you told him, but what you were thinking was 'I want to look after you'.

"That would be nice," he whispered.

"I'm very available for as many cuddles as you want, but you do need to eat,"

"Not yet," he mumbled, pulling away and nudging you towards the living room.

Taking the hint, you took his hand and lead him to the sofa where the two of you curled up together. He snuggled into your embrace and gradually slipped back into sleep.

NAVIGATION  |  ATEEZ MASTERLIST

[iwaplant]

feeling heartbroken and lost is an understatement, and you wish that there was a remedy to instantly cure the feelings that sat comfortably in the back of your head. sadly there isn’t anything that can help other than moving forward and taking it on day by day.

you never realized why you were so drawn to iwaizumi in the first place. sure he was charming, cute, and had a good sense of humor, but did you fall for the romantic comedy scenarios that happened? was the universe testing you? you didn’t have an answer for that, and if you did, you wouldn’t be heartbroken over him anymore.

him. he never got to actually hear you say, “i like you,” or “i’m into you.” if he did, maybe things would be different between you two. he did tell you, however, he was interested in someone else. someone he was hooking up with. and from that day, you were never the same whenever you saw him.

“y/n? are you listening?” iwaizumi waved his hand in front of you, “we have to finish the assignment before class. can’t have you slacking on me now.”

“yeah, yeah,” you shook your head, “i’m here.”

“what were you thinking about?” iwaizumi questioned.

you. you wanted to say that, but it’s too late.

“just the upcoming final projects i have,” you excused yourself, “let’s finish this ok?”

you bailed out of class the moment the assignment was finished. the presence of him was far too much, and it was suffocating you mentally. you dipped into the library in your usual corner. putting on your headphones, you tried to block out those feelings in the back of your head.

you wish you confessed earlier. maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation. perhaps you would’ve had a chance with him. and you would understand the signs. you kept getting mixed signals from iwaizumi, not knowing if he was interested in you or just being friendly. instances where he tried to grab your attention when you ignored him, him grasping your hand and weird pinky promises were made, and lastly him recommending you a band who only sings romantic songs were confusing. the hopeful sign that you had a chance with him was taunting your thoughts. you knew he was interested in someone else, but why did he act this way towards you? was this just friendliness or a flirty personality?

while you mulled these thoughts, you didn’t notice iwaizumi coming up to you. he thought something was off, and that maybe he could help ease the tension you had brewing.

he taps your shoulder, “hey, y/n? are you ok?”

you jolt up from your seat, taking your headphones off immediately.

“iwaizumi, don’t you have class?”

“since when do you call me iwaizumi? it’s always either hajime or iwa,” he asserted, starting to feel dissatisfied, “what’s going on with you?”

what’s going on with me? you mentally scoff inside your head, anger boiling within you.

“you, iwaizumi. you are what’s going on with me,” you exasperate, air quoting his question.

he gives you a confused look. he’s reading you to see if it was a joke.

“what do you mean me-“

“i like you iwaizumi,” you huffed, “i like that we’re similar but different. i like that you keep me on my feet. i like that it was different than what i felt with other people. so why can’t i get over you? why am i so addicted to you? i know you’re interested in someone else, and i’m trying to get over you, but you’re making this extremely hard. i have no clue if you were interested in me when we watched that romantic movie together, when we saw each other coincidentally one night, and if your mixed signals meant something.”

iwaizumi fidgets in his position.

“i deserve someone who has the courage to tell me that they like me. i deserve someone who doesn’t constantly give me mixed signals and make me guess. our rom-com moments made me think that we had a chance, but i can’t dance around the idea that maybe you’ll tell me you like me,” you state, “if you like me, give me a clear sign, but if everything you have said or acted towards me was friendly, i don’t think we can be friends right now.”

you grab your things, shoving your papers and notebooks quickly into your tote bag. your eyes are lined with tears, threatening to spill right in front of him. you aggressively put on your headphones, blasting music to drown out the silence that enveloped between you and iwaizumi. walking away quickly from iwaizumi, you didn’t stay long enough to hear him.

iwaizumi stood there, frozen and unable to process his thoughts. he didn’t realize how much his interest in you transferred into his actions. he wanted to tell you he liked you, that he’s interested in you too, but he just didn’t know how. he wished he never told you he was interested in someone else. he just wanted to see if you were interested in him.

—

A/N: this cuffing season is not it :)! going through heartbreak sucks butt, but i know that i will find someone who will make me feel like a secure first choice 🥹. i hope that if people relate to this, that you are worth it. you deserve more, so don’t settle for less ♡.

[2baddiesfanfics]

Fun and Games

Pairing: Nami x Robin

Tags: Games, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Teasing, Whipped Cream

Summary:

It's game night on the Thousand Sunny, and Robin is playing some games of her own with Nami. Determined to get the upper hand, Nami decides to play rough with an item she finds during a round of hide-and-seek.

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“Game night! Game night! Game night!” Luffy and Chopper chanted excitedly, their extraordinarily loud voices resounding through the sea-kissed air.

The crew gathered on the grass surface of the Thousand Sunny as their captain and doctor shouted with exhilaration. When the winds weren’t blowing and the ship bobbed in the calm of a still ocean, they liked to use the downtime to solidify their bonds. This time around, the crew had decided to host a game night.

“What should we play?” Nami asked.

“Truth or dare!?” Sanji responded with hearts in his eyes, clearly hoping to be dared to kiss Nami or Robin (or if he was lucky, both).

Nami punched him in the shoulder. “Dream on,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

“What about Twister or hide-and-seek?” Luffy suggested.

“Hmm…why not both?” Robin inquired, nudging Nami’s shoulder ever so slightly. The archeologist’s mind was already mulling over how she could make the games a lot more interesting.

“That sounds SUPER!” Franky agreed, “It’ll give me a chance to test the flexibility of my new upgrades.”

Brook let out a cheerful laugh. “Yohohoho! Maybe we’ll get to see Nami and Robin’s panties…”

With a loud clack, Nami’s hand made contact with Brook’s skull. “Don’t get any ideas!”

Usopp removed the top of the box and shook out the white mat covered in a rainbow of colored spots. They decided the first round would be comprised of Franky, Zoro, Sanji, and Brook, with Robin on spinner duty.

Franky used his smaller hands to deftly navigate around the others. Zoro and Sanji fought every step of the way, each claiming they were being sabotaged.

“I was here first, shitty cook!”

“Prove it, moss head!”

The two were interrupted by a loud shuffling of bones as Brook lost his balance.

“It seems my muscles aren’t as strong as they used to be. Oh wait…I don’t have any! Yohohohoho!” Sanji and Zoro weren’t far behind.

“Damn you, marimo! You’re making me look bad in front of the ladies!”

“I didn’t do squat! It’s not my fault you can’t balance worth a damn!”

“Maybe if you weren’t colorblind, you wouldn’t get lost as to where your hand was supposed to go!”

Franky’s exuberant shout of victory and subsequent signature pose redirected everyone’s attention as they all clapped for the winner of this round.

Robin, Nami, Chopper, and Luffy readied themselves for their turn, with Usopp opting to take the spinner.

“Usopp, are you sure you don’t want to play?” Robin inquired.

“Nah, I’m fine. I, uh, have twister-itis,” Usopp responded. “Ok, Luffy! Left foot red. Chopper, right hand green.” Chopper morphed into his heavy point form before placing his hand down.

“Nami, right hand blue. Robin, left hand blue.” She produced a hand that took a spot near Nami.

“Hey! That’s cheating, Robin! You have to play fair,” Nami whined. The older woman chuckled before the additional hand dispersed into flowers and she made her way to the spot.

Within the next few spins, Luffy was stretched out all over the mat as Chopper tried his best not to knock him over. In his larger form, he was always worried he might hurt someone.

Nami had shifted into a crab crawl position. Robin’s next move had her hovering over her, their faces now mere inches from one another. The navigator’s cheeks turned scarlet. It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to being this close to Robin - they were dating, after all. But to be this close with the entire crew watching…that was a different story. It was taking every ounce of her self-control to not lean forward and…

Robin chuckled as if she had read her mind. “You know, if the others weren’t here, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. But I suppose that’d mean I’d lose the game…” she said with a wink.

As they continued, Robin pressed her luck, “accidentally” sliding her hand across Nami’s chest as she moved to her new position. At one point she even had her ass in her face. Nami felt like she was going to go mad, but was determined to not let this teasing get the better of her.

Finally, Chopper lost his balance and fell over, taking the ladies with him. Robin grabbed Nami and rolled her on top of her as they dodged the reindeer’s full body weight.

“Yohoho, that was a close one! Are you ladies alright? If so…may I see your panties?”

“BROOK!” The two yelled as Nami got off Robin and helped her to her feet. While the others were distracted by an exuberant Luffy screeching he won, Robin leaned over and kissed Nami on the cheek.

“That was fun…but next time we’re twisted up like that, I’d rather it be in our bedsheets,” she smirked. Nami’s face flushed as she acknowledged the innuendo.

“Robin! You’re going to get us in trouble,” she chastised in a hushed tone. The two turned their attention back to the group when Chopper announced it was time to play hide-and-seek.

Luffy decided he would be the first seeker. His nasally voice could be heard reciting numbers while everyone mulled over where they’d find shelter. Nami decided to hide in the kitchen. She thinks she’s so smooth…time to show her she’s not the only one who can get someone riled up. She thought as she grabbed a can of whipped cream and snuck it into her bag.

Shutting the fridge door, she jolted back as Luffy screamed, “Found you!” She must have made more noise than she originally thought. “Usopp was the first to be found, so he’s it next,” he announced once everyone was gathered back together.

“Aw, man! Alright everyone, get hiding!”

As Robin turned to walk away, Nami grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards the women’s cabin. Putting a finger to her lips, the archeologist got the hint.

“Naughty girl. Are we not supposed to be hiding?” Robin asked with a knowing smirk.

“Oh, we’re hiding…hiding from everyone for the rest of the night,” Nami said as she shoved Robin back onto the couch behind her.

Nami lifted her shirt up and off and threw it to the side. She then pulled the can of whipped cream out of her bag and placed it on the side table. Robin watched with a look of curiosity as she approached and placed her knees on either side of her before settling on her lap.

“We’re going to play something different now, just us two,” she said with a mischievous smile.

“And here I was thinking you didn’t bring your A-game,” Robin smirked. “Seems you’ve been a bad girl, stealing from the kitchen.”

Nami blushed at Robin’s choice of words. “N-nice try. I know you’re trying to distract me. I’m not that easy to beat.”

Grabbing her hands, she guided them to run up her stomach to her chest. Robin leaned forward to reach behind her and undid Nami’s bra as their lips met. She unzipped Robin’s shirt and palmed her breasts in response. Pulling away, Nami chuckled, “I love this shirt because you never wear anything under it.” Grabbing the can, she gave it a few firm shakes before turning to her and commanding, “Open up.”

Robin did as she was told, the sweetness of the treat lingering on her lips. Nami’s mouth clashed with hers, her tongue darting to lap up the remnants. Nami wrapped her arms around her neck to pull her closer as Robin slid her tongue deeper into her mouth. The archeologist slipped her hands to Nami’s chest, her thumbs teasing her already stiffening nipples. She moaned into her mouth, her hips shifting back and forth seeking the relief only friction could bring.

“I thought you were trying to tease me, not the other way around.”

“You…ahhh…know what you…do to me,” Nami replied breathlessly. Some whipped cream lingered on the girl’s flushed cheek. Robin licked it off before stealing the can for herself and spraying some on Nami’s chest.

The navigator’s breath hitched as Robin dipped down, her tongue following the sugary path. As she licked and sucked at the sensitive skin, she slid a hand into Nami’s pants, moved her panties to the side, and delved a finger between her folds.

“Ooohh, Robin!”

Pulling her mouth away from one breast she said, “You’re already quite wet. You’re not as difficult a challenge as you may think.” Robin sank a second finger into her as Nami tangled a hand in her hair. Her teeth grazed Nami’s nipple as she plunged further, faster.

With a few more thrusts Robin bit down, causing Nami to cry out her name as her body shook. Robin gently kissed the angry red mark before guiding her to lie back on the couch.

“Ok…clearly you’re…not playing fair,” Nami complained. Robin hovered over her, kissing down her neck as she unbuttoned Nami’s pants and guided her out of them. “My, look at the mess you’ve made. All that from me?” Robin asked playfully as she tossed Nami’s panties aside.

Nami watched hungrily as Robin got up to strip out of the rest of her clothes and grabbed the can once more. Pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, she settled back down to spray some on Nami’s chest and hips.

Robin licked at the whipped cream on Nami’s chest, shifting to her cleavage and around each breast. After ensuring the area was clean, she moved to her hips causing Nami to buck in response.

“Ahhh…Robin…please,” Nami begged.

“You’ll have to wait just a bit longer, love,” Robin murmured against her skin. When she was satisfied with the bruises she’d left behind, she kissed down Nami’s thighs. The woman looked at her with piercing sapphire eyes as she took in the sights and sounds of pleasure of which she was the catalyst.

She teased her opening, lapping up the sweet juices that tasted uniquely of her. Already sensitive from her first orgasm, Robin knew she needed only to swirl her tongue but a few times for her to come crashing down once more.

“R-Robin!! Ohhhh fuckkkk!”

As she sucked in pulses on her clit, Nami’s legs gripped her head as she rode out yet another orgasm. Robin wiped her mouth with the back of her arm as she sat back to admire her handiwork. Nami was an absolute mess in the best possible way.

“You never fight fair, do you?” Nami muttered, a playful pout on her face.

“What would be the fun in that? It’s much more amusing watching you get all riled up like this,” she responded as she brushed away a sweat-laden strand of hair from the navigator’s face. Although exhausted, Nami knew if she was to have even a semblance of the upper hand, she’d need to strike quickly.

Glancing around the room, she once again discovered the discarded can of whipped cream lying beside the couch. Seizing it, she sprayed a squirt onto her index finger and sensually licked herself clean. Robin’s pupils dilated with lust. She’d taken care of her girlfriend and was practically aching with need herself.

“Awww, what’s the matter? Frustrated?” Nami taunted her.

“Not at all. Just enjoying the view,” she managed as nonchalantly as possible.

“Is that so?” Nami whispered as she crawled back onto her lap. Leaning in to capture her earlobe between her teeth, she murmured, “You’ve got a terrible poker face, babe.”

Robin swallowed a groan as she settled her hands on Nami’s waist drawing her in closer. The navigator continued pushing her limits as her hands wandered over her lover, touching, squeezing, and caressing every spot she knew drove her crazy. Still, Robin wouldn’t break.

“Wow you’re actually holding up better than I expected,” she said, clearly amused.  

“Maybe you’re just not as talented as you think,” Robin teased.

“I highly doubt that,” Nami replied as she kept eye contact. The archaeologist’s breathing grew heavier as she felt the girl’s soft fingers search for their goal. When they met with the familiar warm wetness she knew so well, Robin exhaled hard.

Finally, she was showing signs of surrender. Nami understood her better than anyone. They’d done this enough times for her to know the way to get her to shatter was all in the buildup. Their lips locked together once more. As Nami’s fingers entered her, her tongue mirrored the movement, invading her mouth.

Robin lost it. Her grip on Nami’s hips tightened to the point where she could feel the woman’s well-manicured nails biting into her flesh. Nami began to move her fingers and tongue in tandem, drawing out a moan.

As the kiss grew deeper, so did the pace of her thrusts below. Nami’s free hand slipped through the hair at the base of Robin’s neck, giving her the leverage she needed to draw her in. Whimpers and moans told her that she was almost there.

And now for the finishing move…

Nami continued moving her hand but drew back slightly from the kiss. “Cum for me, you sneaky little cheater,” she said as she bit down on her bottom lip.

Losing what remained of any control, Robin’s shout of ecstasy signaled her demise. Once the post-orgasm haze lifted, Nami felt Robin start to giggle.

“Okay, okay. You win this round.”

[arty-ffxiv]

💖Just a gentle nudge to remind you that you're not just existing—you're thriving, even on days when it doesn't feel that way. You're a one-of-a-kind force in this world, bringing light and love in ways you might not even realize. You've overcome so much, and you should be proud of every step you've taken, no matter how small. The world is better with you in it, and you've already made such a difference just by being you. Keep going, keep growing, and never forget how important you are💖

Thank you, who ever you are. This message warmed my heart and has been a well needed reminder ♥

I've not advertised it much, but I've been on a FFXIV/ Tumblr hiatus for the past ~5ish weeks; this blog has been running on old, queued content since then. I'm feeling quite drained and burned out, and frustrated as I'd just gotten back into my creative outlets again.

It's the longest time I've taken away from the game, and I didn't want to step away so soon from the FFXIV Tumblr community again after returning from another long hiatus.

Putting more under the cut, for those interested in IRL stuff. Otherwise, please know that I'm ok, just taking a break.

I've been in a bit of a strange place mentally, since before Dawntrail dropped.

In the week leading up to the expac's early access release, I was made redundant from a job role that I really loved. I'd been in limbo regarding my role for a number of months, and hadn't anticipated any movement or news for at least another few months- things move slowly in the community services world.

I had a week of annual leave booked for the expansion release- I was keen for the break, and excited to be going into the new adventure with the new friends I'd made within the Tumblr FFXIV community.

2 days before I was due to go on leave, I was told I was having a meeting with HR and my line manager. I was advised to bring a support person.

My anxiety sky rocketed, and the next day I was given the news of my redundancy. I was given some options to mull over for the next few days- redeployment to another site, putting in an application for a more senior role with no guarantee I'd be successful, or to leave the organization.

As you can imagine, this put a big dampener on my excitement for Dawntrail. I'm grateful that the news came when it did, so at least my leave was spent with something to focus on instead of just moping about, but it just fucking sucked.

I was spending most of my time on leave in game, trying to keep my mind off work and the mess of emotions and confusion I knew I'd be coming back to. I enjoyed the expac- at least the first half. I wasn't emotionally prepared, or ready, for the second half.

I won't be going into details for those who have yet to finish the MSQ, nor to upset myself further.

The second half of the story was just too much; I spent my time in the last zone consumed with the thoughts of I'm not having fun anymore, I'm not enjoying this, let's just rip this fucking bandaid off and get through it, we can process all the feelings this is dredging up for us later.

Since finishing the MSQ, I've not really done much else in-game or really logged in again. I've been reflecting on it, and I think the ending of the expac triggered some deep-seated traumas for me. This, coupled with the grief and mixed emotions of moving into a new work environment, has really exhausted me.

I'm 5 weeks into my new workplace, and I'm enjoying it but am just so exhausted. While I'm still in the same organization, my workload is more than it was previously and I've lost the motivation I'd only recently gotten back for FFXIV and creating.

Hopefully now that I've gone through the motions of resettling and learning the ropes in this new space, my creativity will begin to come back. I can only hope.

[loveofbots]

hii second request ever woaw

i really hope i'm not annoying you or asking too much, but if i am please ignore!!

so, i asked for the Swerve x autistic gn reader during/after sensory overload, but i was wondering if we could get a version with Rung instead of Swerve too? <:3c

AGAIN sorry if im asking too much, feel free to ignore!! i just really liked the first one :×

thankns!!

- Raft (again,..)

YOU ARE NOT ANNOYING TYSM /gen

Again I am writing from personal experience, everyone experiences sensory overload differently

Rung gives me dad vibes but he is god after all-

Warnings: Sensory overload, anger, marshmallow fluffy

Work was too much, it was almost always too much. These days you really just grit your teeth through it and went on. Rung told you to take a break, even if it was just a small one. But as the only human on the Lost Light you had a duty to preform. One slip up, even just one day where you didn’t show up, and you felt as if the whole world would collapse.

It was a colossal weight upon your mental health and the strain was beginning to show. Tailgate had approached you today to ask how you were. While you were delighted for the break in your work to talk to the minibot, he brought up your stress- and by association your stressors.

The minibot was still two heads taller than you, but his worried demeanour was what really irked you.

“Cyclonus and I have been worried about you recently. You are hardly ever around just to hang out, and I’m getting concerned that Rodimus is working you too hard!”

You sighed and covered your face with your hand. Maybe if you were thinking about it logically- you would realize that he was just trying to make sure that you were ok. That Tailgate was trying to show that he cared.

But your brain was so crammed full of awfulness and stress that you snapped at your friend.

“Rodimus is not overworking me! I’m just fine and I don’t need anybody’s help!” You snatched your work off the table and left for your shared hab suite with Rung.

He was busy with a model ship as you walked in and headed straight for your bed.

You flopped down to try and rest, but EVERYTHING started to aggravate you. The sweater you wore bunched up and wouldn’t allow free movement, the texture of your pants made you just want to claw them off. The temperature was wrong, the lights were too bright, your skin was full of pins and needles!

Finally you broke, hitting the mattress hard with a balled up fist you cried out, tearing your clothes off. It was a fit of raged caused by your built up tension. It scared you, you were not an angry person. Yet everything made you want to leave, it made you so angry.

Finally the worst of it subsided and you laid down in bed. You heard the light flick off and footsteps approached the bed.

“Y/N?”

Sweetly Rung called out to you, his voice soft and quiet. He had known the moment you walked in that something was wrong. And hearing your fit in the room just confirmed his suspicions. However he did not run in and try to stop you, you were grateful. The anger needed to come out somehow. Better onto a pillow than a person.

The bot knelt down next to the bed and weaselled a hand up to your side, brushing your now bare skin. Once you responded by pulling him closer he took the cue and gently lifted you. Rung straightened out the sheets, fluffed the pillows, and climbed into the bed next to you. With the lights dimmed, texture fixed, and your lover next to you things were alright.

He rubbed your shoulders to relax some of the tension left behind. Giving you kisses on the head as you snuggled closer. His spark casing had a calming thrum.

“I’m so sorry baby...” You mumbled remorsefully into his chassis. He smiled and held you close. “I should have taken your advice, I should have taken a break.” 

Rung hummed and mulled what you said over in his head for a second. You loved just how thoughtful he was, how he actually heard what you said and took it into account. 

“It’s okay darling,” He began, cradling you as you so craved. Shielding you from the negative sensations of the world. “You’re resting now. I’ve got you.” 

It didn’t take very long after that for sleep to catch up to you. Rung double checked to make sure you were alright, leaving for only a moment to bring water to you and some of your favorite swim toys. Music? He hummed a little melody for you. Chewlery? Yeah he’s got those too. His digits stroked your face gently and he took his glasses off. 

Slowly but surely, the persistent annoyance of the world slipped away from you. Your contended face made Rung smile. 

“Feeling better?” 

“Yeah, thank you Hun.” 

[dujour13]

Ok, for the Pathfinder Winter prompts, of course I'm gonna ask Ritual of Stardust for Siavash and Woljif! If someone else has already asked that, how about Kissing in the Snow?

@silversiren1101 I grouped these together (great minds you two) and threw in the kiss in the snow. Thanks for the asks 🥰

Pathfinder Winter Solstice prompts here

*TW: minor references to drugs and alcohol

The Abyss had robbed them of six precious months they could never make up for. The only silver lining Siavash could think of was that one of those months was Lamashan, so this year he didn’t have to organize Iomedae’s Ascension festival. He had a better idea.

“It organizes itself,” he told Anevia excitedly. “You just whisper the word on the wind, and people show up.”

“What about food? Latrines? Sec—”

“They bring everything they need, and always a little extra to share. They clean up after themselves, and anyway it’s a battlefield. There’s no money allowed—it’s all gifts and barter, so no need for tariffs or regulations.”

“Security, was what I was going to say.”

“Yes, all right, I’ll concede that part.”

“Which will be my job.”

“I’ll help,” he shrugged. “Come on, Nev, it’ll be fine.”

She heaved a sigh. “Morale could use a boost, I suppose.”

“Well, that’s for sure.”

Thus it was that a few short weeks later the biggest Ritual of Stardust ever not organized began to gather on the flat, blasted plains south of Drezen. Festive carriages rolled in pulled by ponies in jingling, feathered harnesses. Colorful tents were erected full of arts and crafts and music. Mobs of people in all sorts of bizarre costumes spontaneously formed to dance, cook soup, dig privies or build whimsical, towering, temporary statues out of scrap wood and stone.

The Worldwound in the middle of Kuthona was swept with a dry, stinging cold wind so brittle and insidious Siavash feared people would turn away, but Desna’s gentle hand diverted the wind and tucked insulating clouds like a down comforter over the sky, and the day before the bonfires it began to snow like a soft dream.

On the longest night of the year, thousands had come to gather around the bonfire and sing songs to the Great Dreamer, to join hands in the dark, full of hope at the turning point when day would outstrip night again at last, just as the Fifth Crusade too seemed to be rising from its ashes: the Return from the Abyss. But most all, they came to party.

With his new wings, Siavash blended into the crowd of costumed revelers effortlessly. He mingled with the Free and not-so-free Crusaders, marginally succeeded in getting Lann to relax, sang a few songs, and spent some time in Daeran’s extravagant tent until things got a little too wild even for his taste, and then went in search of Woljif.

He was in the main tent by a mulled wine stand, deep in conversation with another tiefling, a hand on one hip and the other thrown over the top of the wine vendor’s awning in an unselfconscious, casually graceful pose, tail darting back and forth. A cunning smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. There was a streak of glitter on his right horn he was probably unaware of. Looks like Aivu snuck up on him.

Siavash watched him and felt that little thrill—like he had caught a falling star or a rare butterfly, something elusive and unique: this man so different from himself, so full of surprises, so clever and charming and hopeful and brave.

He couldn’t wait another minute. He dove in and seized him around the waist. “Sorry, it’s urgent,” he apologized over his shoulder to the other tiefling as he threw a fur-lined cloak over his shoulders and guided him out of the tent.

“Chief I was in the middle of—”

“I said it was urgent.” He took Woljif’s hand and they tramped through the snow to the huge central bonfire, now burnt low, and stood for a while watching the sparks rise and the snowflakes fall against a starless velvet backdrop of night.

“So… urgent, huh?” Woljif asked presently.

Siavash produced a pouch from his pocket and poured a small handful of sparkling red dust into his palm.

“That’s not some a’ Daeran’s stash is it? I wouldn’t if I were you, chief.”

“No. It’s a star ruby, ground to dust.”

“Wait, what? A ruby? How much is that—”

“Don’t worry.” Siavash put an arm around his shoulders and held up the handful of twinkling ruby shards. “Make a wish.”

Woljif shook his head but couldn’t repress a smile. When the chief was like this, you just had to roll with it. “If you say so.”

They looked at each other in silence for a long moment in the firelight, blinking away snowflakes.

Then Siavash tossed the dust into the wind and it shimmered against the night sky like a million crimson stars.

“I have something for you.” Siavash was smiling like an excited child. “But you’ll have to pick my pocket to get it.”

“You’re such a flake. Fine.” Woljif’s hand darted into his pocket, and came out… with the Moon of the Abyss. Just like that day he’d hidden it in that Andoren sap’s pocket so the Thieflings wouldn’t find it, only this time, he was the one in for a surprise.

The clouded demonic crystal he had destroyed in the Abyss had been replaced with a clear, bright sapphire like a spring morning.

“Chief—how much did this cost? Are you crazy?”

“You’re welcome.”

“Sorry—Siavash, I—” Woljif had to grab him and bury his face in his neck for fear someone would think the snowflakes melting on his cheeks were something else. Siavash felt him trembling with emotion.

A clear blue sky—freedom, instead of domination. An azata’s legacy, instead of a demon’s.

When he felt he could trust his voice again he pulled back and clasped the familiar silver necklace around his neck. His eyes were shining. “Thanks.”

Siavash brushed snowflakes from his cheek and drew his mouth in. Their lips touched tenderly.

“Hey hey, you two! Come on in out of the snow, you’re gonna catch your death,” Seelah beckoned loudly, her color high, beer sloshing from the mug in her hand.

In embarrassment they broke off.

She threw her arms around both of them, completely spilling her beer this time. “Now, this is my first Starlight—”

“Stardust.”

“—Stardust, and I’m sold. Is there such a thing as a paladin of Desna? Oh shit, don’t tell anybody I said that.”

“Don’t worry, I think Iomedae slammed the door when she left.”

Seelah grinned at the two of them. “So, heh, you two gonna make this official or what?”

There was an awkward silence.

“Contracts, priests, vows,” said Siavash. “Way to kill romance, Seelah.”

A little too quickly, Woljif agreed. “Yeah, who needs that stuff. I’ve had my share a’ the literal ball and chain. I’m done with that. Imagine, we’d be at each other’s throats about doin’ the dishes and takin’ out the trash, and…”

As he chattered, Siavash and Seelah exchanged a glance.

“Romance, yeah,” Seelah said, barely repressing a laugh. “Well, you can still throw a party, right?”

“Seelah, I think you spilled your beer.”

“Oh yeah. Better go fill up, eh?”

“Yeah,” Siavash said. “We’ll be right behind you.”

They watched as she half-stumbled off through the snow.

“Boy, Seelah sure does put her foot in it sometimes, I swear,” Woljif was complaining. “Remember that one time at the Half Measure with Elan, and she was layin’ into me about deserting and Jannah was sittin’ right there—”

“Woljif, stop talking for a second.”

“What?”

Siavash took a deep breath. It was not something he had ever contemplated. Simply not in his nature. But the look that had passed across Woljif’s face—halfway between hope and panic, like a puppy about to catch the cat he’d been chasing—and he knew he had to do it.

He was afraid his voice would sound strangled but he forced it out: “Do you, uh, do you want to?”

Woljif turned the deepest shade of crimson he had ever seen him. He swallowed hard, looking past Siavash, eyes going glazed for a moment.

“Nah. Nah, I’m good. You?”

“You know you have my heart.”

Woljif grinned. “Contracts are for suckers.”

“I know, right? And devils.”

“Thanks for askin’.”

“I’m so glad you said no,” Siavash laughed. “I love you so much.”

Woljif threw his arms around him and held him tight. It was weird, almost like that wish stuff actually worked.

[tapedsleeves]

Do you have any good hrpf fic recs? I ran through one pairing already and would like more lmao

Hi Anon! Sorry this took so long, I hope you didn't forget about it, or think I forgot about you :) I have been mulling this over, because wow. what a question.

HRPF is a wide, wide expanse, and it's also kind of like an insular neighborhood.

That being said, what I'd recommend really really depends on what you're looking for. I’m assuming you’re over 18, however, if you’re not I’ve put ratings on these fics. I’m not responsible for the media content you consume, but please be aware that some of these fics will have adult content that may be inappropriate for you. In addition, please pay attention to tags and trigger warnings. Stay safe! 

I’m reccing just a couple of fics for each pairing, but feel free to do a deeper dive for each one, for most of these pairings… most of the fic is good, y’all. Hockey fic is just such a wealth of well written fic. 

These are in 3 general categories: older pairings with men who are over 30 now, though they might not be in the fic, the 2015 draft class (and associated pairings, lol) and what I've lovingly dubbed "the kids." Please understand that anyone under the age of 26 is basically a kid to me, so I'm sorry if they're older than what you'd consider a "kid."

So you want to read about some old men, huh? 

Sidney Crosby /Evgeni Malkin

And Never Been Kissed - https://archiveofourown.org/works/2676086 by thehoyden (rated E)

Very sweet 1st season fic but they were penpals first (and then roommates)

If you’re into kidfic: Some Other Beginning’s End -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/2018019 by turningterrific (rated E)

Some political stuff happened in 2014 that caused Geno to pretend that he had a canadian fiance (Sid) and also, surprise! He has a daughter. Very good kidfic, if that’s your thing. 

Danny Briere / Claude Giroux

Friday Night Arrives without a Suitcase - https://archiveofourown.org/works/534247 - marycontraire ((unrated, i’d put it at T) 

Set during the 2012 pause in which Danny and Claude (irl! They really did) move to Berlin together. 

A perpetual feeling - https://archiveofourown.org/works/8990164 - oops_ohdear (Rated T)

Soulbond fic! Claude pretends he and Danny are bonded so that Danny won’t get traded. 

Nicklas Backstrom / Alexander Ovechkin

What Will Survive of Us - https://archiveofourown.org/works/13152198 - by Ferritin4 (rated M)

Soulbond fic where Nicke & Ovi have.. Just wildly different bond communication styles.

The Dog Days are Over - https://archiveofourown.org/works/7876327 - by xihale (rated T)

Alex pretends that Nicke is his fiance so that the caps will be able to draft him. The problem is… they don’t actually know each other. 

Everyone was obsessed with the 2015 draft class, ok?

Leon Draisaitl / Connor McDavid (I know Leon was the 2014 draft class, don’t touch me)

Practice Makes Perfect - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12704733 by crispierchip - (Rated E)

Connor & Leon are together, but Leon keeps deflecting when Connor tries to kiss him. 

All In - https://archiveofourown.org/works/34990777 - by marmolita  (rated E)

Connor decides to see a professional Dom, but surprise - it’s Leon! 

Source Four - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36908593 - by hannah_baker (rated E)

Oh man. Connor is a horror author (leans into the horror novel in the BEST way) and he and Leon live in the same building. This fic was delightful up and down. I don’t normally read WIPs, but the premise was so good I couldn’t resist. I waited for each chapter and was *so excited* when they were released now. (it’s finished now lol)

Leon Draisaitl / Matthew Tkachuk (ok even worse, I KNOW Matthew wasn’t part of the 2015 draft class either, but 2016 & 2014 AVERAGE to 2015.. ey??) 

but please (don’t) bite - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24085693 - (rated M)

Seattle Draft fic! Leon & Matthew are both taken by Seattle in the draft

The Lockout ‘Verse - https://archiveofourown.org/series/1970524 - by blaahaj (rated E & T, respectively) 

2022-2023 didn’t happen because of a lockout, so Matthew takes a contract to play in Cologne. So does Leon. 

Jack Eichel / Connor McDavid

Out of the blue - https://archiveofourown.org/works/10540947 - by idday (rated E) 

Jack keeps hooking up with Connor McDavid. He may also be developing feelings for this guy on twitter.

To make a destination - https://archiveofourown.org/works/4955893 -  by ohtempora (rated E)

Jack keeps having visions of his future with Connor McDavid. He’s understandably grumpy about it. 

Mitch Marner / Auston Matthews

A Heartbeat Not Mine - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12355878 - by linsky - (rated M)

You know the story where the dude’s roommate comes out & the dude is fine with it until he starts hooking up with other people. This is that. Mitch is jealous. 

(the weight of) the ring on your finger - https://archiveofourown.org/works/20204284 - by venvephe - (rated M)

a/b/o where management makes Mitch get married. Auston offers. 

Marner_93 is offline series - https://archiveofourown.org/series/2189442  - by nationalhorribleleague (rated T - E) 

Mitch is a twitch streamer. Auston is one of his followers (still in the NHL). 

Dylan Strome / Connor McDavid

I think i wanna marry you - https://archiveofourown.org/works/7355578 - bluejayys (rated T)

Someone asks Connor if he’s married. He isn’t, but his first thought is about Dylan. 

I hope we stay thick as thieves https://archiveofourown.org/works/3782557 - electrumqueen (rated M)

Dylan and Connor get married so that they can get drafted together. 

Dylan Strome / Mitch Marner

It’s alright and it’s coming along - https://archiveofourown.org/works/16679959 - by leafsmealone - (rated T)

Dylan is the person inside the mascot for the leafs. Hugging Mitch after every home win is… hard. 

Travis Konecny / Nolan Patrick

How the Future knew - https://archiveofourown.org/works/25667404 - by canary (rated E)

Nolan starts an OnlyFans to start earning extra money. He starts talking to Travis. 

The kids are alright 

Trevor Zegras / Jamie Drysdale

Love, or a bird i heard in the night - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30333861 - by leavethebes (rated T)

Trevor’s ex invites him to her wedding. Jamie pretends to be his boyfriend. 

Nico Hischeir /Jack Hughes

I swear (is there a line that we could just go cross) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31178273 - fuzzyeldritchhorror - (rated E)

Jack & Nico play in switzerland in a fake lockout, and Jack complains on reddit about how he’s in love with his roommate. 

For better or worse - https://archiveofourown.org/works/42587817 - by greenteam (rated E)

Prince of Switzerland Nico marries First Son Jack for political reasons. Maybe they fall in love. 

If you’re  down, i’ll fly you to the moon - https://archiveofourown.org/works/40015902 - overturnedgoal (rated E)

Jack makes 3 resolutions for the new season. Only one of them is about getting over his feelings for Nico. 

Connor Dewar / Brandon Duhaime

November - https://archiveofourown.org/works/42935793 - the_Orange_one - (Rated T)

Connor wants his air fryer back. 

I’d Die For You https://archiveofourown.org/works/43189395 - strangecharlie (Rated T)

Brandon fights for Connor after a bad hit. Very sweet. 

Tim Stutzle / Brady Tkachuk

How lovely are thy branches - https://archiveofourown.org/works/43324765 - anonymous - Rated M

There’s just something about the Tkachuk siblings and German Boyfriends

Because i want it all - https://archiveofourown.org/works/41727045 - by bropunzeling - Rated E

Brady is always doing stuff for Tim. Tim always wants more, but isn’t sure if it’s for Tim, or because Brady is Brady. 

[maricoelquelolea]

Considering that their break up happened for completely different reasons, I honestly don’t get what the point of the whole Harriet/ JFK thing was. Like yeah ok it was to make Abe feel bad for a little bit but that was also resolved kinda quickly so ?

I thought it’d lead info JFK mulling over about his actions and why he behaves like that, but it is an absurdist comedy show first so I understand why they didn’t go with that route.

Still, it feels very inconsequential. I hope now we get to see jfk interact more with other characters though. His whole thing with Confucius was endearing and there’s a lot of unresolved shit with Cleo too

[thee-forcefield-guy]

:: Hey- Trail’, ya ain’t busy today right? ‘Cause uh— I remember the time ya said you were grateful for Scout helpin’ ya an’ ya wanted to return the favor in some way. So I was thinkin’- maybe we could hang out as a start.

There’s this new lil’ bar that opened not too long ago, it’s intergalactic.. I think? I hope that’s the right term- it’s for human visitors or anyone that ain’t— ok no i’m over explaining too much… frag-

To make it short— We could go there, it’s just that bots have to use a holoform avatar. So uh— do ya have one? If not then that’s ok, we could go to good ol’ maccadams. ::

A blip on the commlink grabbed the truck’s attention. He listened carefully, a light flush on his cheek plates, mulling it over in his processor. Sure, he’d been at a bar before, many galactic bars around Cybertron. But this was completely different, he’d be around humans, but not as the big, giant robot he was used to. He did have a holomatter avatar. He’d had brainstorm make him one for the instance should he feel the need to visit Earth again but hadn’t been one to use it.

Perhaps..

::Hey Hide, Sure, I’d love to! And I do infect have an avatar, you have one too? I didn’t know you’d been able to snag one too, did Brainstorm make it? ::

Oh hush, you’re getting off track.

::I-I mean, Yes, I’d love to. I’ve been wanting to catch up, it’s been a long time since we last spoke.. ::

He did miss it, honestly. Back when he was Trailblazer, and even to Trailbreaker, him and Hide used to adventure together on the Arc with Optimus himself. He was curious to know how much time had changed, he hadn’t even seen the mech in ages.

::Just let me know a time and some coordinates, and I’ll meet you there, Promise.”

[space-helen]

Pressure

Words: 706

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

A/N:  I’ve kinda gone a different way but I hope this is ok! Sorry for taking a second to post!

Request: Hey!! I was coming by to do some boops and I saw your post saying requests are open! No stress if you've since closed them, but if you're still taking some, then how about some fluffy AoS Kirk? Maybe when they're all still at Starfleet Academy, like studying or getting up to trouble or something in that realm? No pressure if you're not vibing with it for whatever reason! Thanks for the boops 😄💗💗 - @captainsophiestark

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You flopped onto your bed as Jim followed you into your room. “I can’t actually believe that they’ve set us another exam.” you brought your hands up to your eyes and covered them “I don’t think I can physically take anymore.”

The man looked at you sympathetically and sat on the bed beside you “It’s getting intense.”

You groaned “I just wish they’d back off slightly. I knew it’d be hard work but this is ridiculous.”

The man nodded “You do take more extra classes than the average person though Y/N. You might want to consider-”

“But I’m interested in all areas.” you removed your hands and sat up to look at the man.

“I get that. I really do. I even admire it. I don’t think they expect people to take as many extra classes as you do. Even though I’m feeling the pressure, you have double, if not triple, the work because of the extra classes you take.” he said matter of factly whilst keeping his sympathetic expression. 

You mulled it over and could feel a heaviness hit you. “I’m just so used to doing everything. I don’t know what to stop.”

“They expect you to be specializing by now. Here, let's forget about it for now and make the decision another time.”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes from nowhere and quickly tried to wipe them away without him noticing.

“Y/N don’t cry.” he said softly and reached his arm around you to pull you into his side. He gave you a comforting hug and rubbed your arm up and down “It’ll be ok. It’s ok to feel overwhelmed sometimes.” 

You nodded and he released you slightly. “Let's get some food and then we’ll work together to make a plan and start the work alright?”

You agreed to the man and watched as he stood up “You wait here and make a list of everything we need to do. I’ll grab us food and snacks.”

You did as you were told. Quickly changing into comfier clothes you began to make a list of all of the upcoming tests and assignments you had due in. Once Jim arrived back the two of you ate before settling back onto your bed ready to work. The man grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped you in it playfully. “Since you’re always cold and will just complain in ten minutes time.” he joked.

Grabbing you work the two of you were quickly able to come up with a plan on when to train, practice and study the material you had to go through. As you spoke it quickly became evident on what classes you preferred over others and started to make a positives and negatives list of each class. Jim advising you on future opportunities as you did so.

“I really hope we get a job on the same ship.” Jim spoke up as he squeezed squeezed you to his side. You weren’t sure when you’d sat side by side against your headboard with his arm around you but you weren’t going to complain, it felt natural.

“I hope so too.” you agreed as you leaned into him more, tiredness taking over.

The man continued to sort through lists and content as you watched, leaning your head on him fully you could feel your eyes getting heavier before they fell closed entirely.

The man hadn’t realised you’d fallen asleep until he’d asked you a question and had no reply. Looking down he could see how content you were. Tucking the blanket around you more he quickly tidied everything away on the beside table the best he could without waking you or moving drastically from his position. 

Once done he gently brushed the hair out of your face and smiled, his eyes exploring your face before relaxing into a comfortable position. For a moment he let his mind flicker to the future. You were his best friend and if that was all it was going to be he was ok with that, but if it was something more he’d be happy with that too. All he knew is that he wanted you in his life and couldn’t imagine a world without knowing you.

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