#im just in a pred mood as always

[karvivore]

Every day i wake up and all i want to draw is Vore and big guts this is my life now

[swmgsillystuff7]

A scenario i think about a lot 🌲

i tend to have lots of vore scenarios run threw my head like all day but there is one that just always sticks with me since thinking about it brings me comfort. i thought i would share it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ you come home from your 8-hour shift; you didn't have such a good day at work. something during your shift ruined your mood, but your pred roommate is there to greet you once you walk in the door. they get home from their own job before you, so they are usually the one to make dinner for the two of you. you two have been great friends for a long time, you haven't been living with each other for very long but being in each other's presence is nice. your pred friend has made you dinner! it's your favorite meal! ....but you are too tired and upset to appreciate the food. you try to hide the tired sadness with a weak smile...but as you walk to your room to change out of your work clothes, your friend knows something is off. they don't ask about it until after you have ate. your pred friend eventually asks you what's wrong, you can see they are visibly concerned about you. you can't really keep up the fake happiness anymore and you break down, telling them the kind of day you had at work. they are quick to pull you into a hug, telling you that everything is going to be fine. their warm hugs and comforting voice has always helped you calm down when you are in distress. your friend knows how hard you have been working lately. as much as they hate seeing you so tired from work, they can't help but feel proud of you for working so hard. they wish you had more days off so you two could hang out, or just sit home and play video games. your friend asks if you would like to go to bed early, you nod your head tiredly. you already know what they mean by "go to bed" it wasn't your first time being eaten by them. they had done this many times before. your friend always made sure to be as gentle as they could possibly be, not wanting to cause you anymore stress then you were already feeling. you fit snuggly inside their belly, just enough that it isn't uncomfortable. the pressure of the walls around you is nice, you can feel your friends hand pressing against you as they rub their belly. they finally get up and walk to their bedroom to lay down, spreading out on their bed to get comfortable. letting out a big yawn before saying they hope you sleep well, things will be better tomorrow, and they will see you in the morning. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (also just to clarify i use "they" and "theirs" and "them" when refiring to preds to help people better Invision maybe a oc or a character they like. since i know a lot of people like to Invision themselves in scenarios like this. i feel like it helps give a little more freedom to the person reading.) (also kind of writing this cuz i don't see a lot of friend vore. it's mainly lover type stuff and im just over here looking for a friend type scenario/story. just two bros being bros and comforting each other during hard times) (also uh...if you want to here more scenarios i have just ask, i have lots of ideas and visions. name a scenario and i have probs thought of it and even written something about it LMAO)

[methylphenidate-already-taken]

Comfort Food

Hi. Turns out my new ADHD meds make me incredibly anxious. Like “up till five am cause you’re shaking so hard” kind of anxious. Im fine though and my buddy said y’all might want to read this fic I wrote in my flurry of emotion. 

NSFW DNI 

I will just straight up kill you 

contents: Soft Safe Vore, GT, Author as pred, Reader as prey, Willing pred, neutral prey, hurt/comfort

Summary: Coming back to my room after a long day and crappy emotions, holding you is the only thing that could make me feel better. 

Word count: 1,072

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"FUCK!"

I had gotten better at not barging into my dorm room now that you had settled in. Excited and angry shouts were both suppressed to not hurt your sensitive ears. After checking that the zone was clear, I chuck my bag down and lean back against the door.

"Sorry…" I mutter a little softer. No reply from you, though, which only makes my foul mood worse, not that it was your fault. 

While taking a moment to breathe, I hear something tap against the desk, and I know you're there. Another few breaths and I'm on my feet again. There you were, my little friend, on my desk, drawing with a tiny piece of pencil lead. "Hi…" 

"Hello!" You call over your shoulder with a calm smile, "do you need a minute or wanna talk?"

"No, no," I reply, waving my hand and sitting down, leaning my arm and head against the desk beside you, "just… an off day, you know? It's good to see you… and I'm sorry- again" I give you a sheepish look, feeling guilty about dumping that on you. Of course, like you always do on days like this, you stand and walk towards me, looking into my tired eyes and placing a hand on my nose. 

"I forgive you…~ how can we help you feel better?" You ask. I squeeze my eyes shut in response, nose crinkling with frustration. 

"I-…" 

You sigh, I'm doing the thing again. You weigh your options. Either say the obvious or make me actually say. I hate it when you do this, but I know it's good for me even on shitty days like this. 

"Hmm…?" You ask encouragingly while rubbing my nose a little

I groan, my words trapped at the back of my throat and that slight hum causing just the wrong amount of stimulation, and I resist the temptation to lash out at you irrationally. 

"Get in." I half murmur, half growl. In truth, I need you right now. I need to feel my anchor safe and sound in my belly. The only thing to chase this irritability away would be eating myself half to death or holding you. I can't do the interaction, I can't think, I just need you safe to feel okay. 

"What?" 

Another frustrated growl escapes me. Without another word, I lurch myself forward, my mouth taking your torso in. I don't lick. I don't close at all. I just wait for the protest.

I hear a yelp from you, and you step back, pressing your upper legs against my top teeth. Other than that, though, you stay still, feeling my somewhat laboured breath wash over you. 

With no other protest, I clamp my lips around you and hurl my head up, bobbing as I swallow and slurp you up. The lump you make in my throat slides down past my collarbone, and I just about cry with relief.

My head slams down on the desk, and my belly groans under my clothes as you slide into its embrace. Inside I feel you squirm around to get comfortable. If you're saying something, I can't even begin to compute the noise. 

"I'm sorry- fuck I just need you safe. Know y-you won't leave me. I can't think-"I feel a pat from inside, and I sigh in relief. "You're the best. I don't know what I would do without you…." I murmur. My head finally lifts from the desk to look at your ongoing drawing. "Tell me about these later, would you?" I said before standing up. My hand doesn't leave my belly the entire time I rummage around my cupboards. Soon I pull out a small plastic baggie and swallow that too. 

Inside, you feel something slide beside you. You flinch only to realize it's your essentials bag. Protein bars, a DS, a bottle with rather stale water inside, and more knickknacks. 

I feel a sense of relief wash over me. I hurl myself onto my bed, trying not to jostle you inside too much. I've curled around my body pillow, clutching it to my belly after pulling my weighted blanket over. 

Finally, after a couple quiet moments, I can manage to tune you in. "You did that without letting me go to the bathroom first…" you murmur, and I groan.

"Fuck, you're right, I'm sorry I wasn't thinking I can-"my heart races again when I think of my own dumb mistake. 

"You're fine! Hey, you're fine! I was gonna say you're lucky I did like, ten minutes ago." You begin to rub at my belly gently, and I curl tighter around you.

Soft gurgles emanate around you, walls squeezing and kneading as if to make up for my previous cold demeanour. You feel another pressure that must be my hand against my belly. My breath is still kinda hitching, but my heart has started to slow down. It is upsetting when I can't speak to you properly. It's frustrating and maybe even feels dismissive. Still, you keep yourself together, understanding how much I have to care to protect you in my core when I still felt so dishevelled. 

"I-I feel better when you're with me. If I could keep you in there forever, I would…." I murmur quietly, "I'm angry. I'm so angry all the time, and I'm sorry you have to deal with it. And thank you… thank you so much" you can hear my voice get shaky. "I'm so mad, but you remind me that I want to be a lover, not a fighter a-a-and I'm sorry I can't even speak sometimes…." 

You double down on your rubs, partially to assure me, partially because the walls had become so tense around you. Slowly, you feel things soften again, and what you can only assume as tearful deep breaths even out.

I was gone. Passed out from exhaustion. A blessing, really. The walls of my belly go back to kneading you gratefully. Not trying to break you down or restrict you, like it was trying to smother you in affection I couldn't give at that moment. 

When you're sure I'm asleep with no risk of waking up, you finally take your DS out of the bag, your favourite game already there when you turn it on.

When I woke up, we'd have a talk, but for now, you were happy to play your game in the warm, safe confines of my belly. 

[neon-junkie]

flaco, kieran, micah, and arthur with a super short s/o? like 4’10 bc im super short and i have a massive size kink 😔 you don’t have to do all!

size kink gang LETS FUCKING GOOOO!!!! yeah i love that shit. here’s some gn!Reader headcanons for you, slight NSFW warning below >:) 

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Flaco

Oh god, Flaco is going to play with this sooooo much the second he finds out. He definitely shares the same kink.

It'll become a bit of a pred/prey dynamic with him. He's quite feral when it comes to sex, but he's really gonna make sure he's towering over you at all times. Expect him to manhandle you a lot too, he'll pick you up and put you wherever he wants and there's nothing you can do about it!

Flaco is almost always the dom, but he will sub for you every so often, mostly because he gets the HOTS for a person half his size having so much power over him.

"You like having this power over me, don't you? Telling big Flaco what to do? C'mon, give me your worst."

But when it comes to fluffier things, Flaco loves to see you in his coat. That thing looks HUGE on you, you look like a very cozy burrito and he LOVES IT.

At least you'll never have to worry about being cold as this man can wrap his body around you easily, and he'll jump on the opportunity to do that. He loves having you snuggled up in his arms.

Kieran

Kieran doesn't play about with this kink so much during sex. He's not the kinkiest person out there, but he's similar to Flaco as he also really enjoys subbing for somebody half the size of him.

And when you get him in that state, he will do ANYTHING. He's just in so much awe and gets super into it, so if you want to use that to your advantage, go ahead.

Kieran also thinks the height difference is really cute. If he catches both of your reflections in a shop window, he'll tug your arm, getting you to stop so he can just admire that size difference.

"I-I know I always do this, I just think it's nice, alright? Can't a fella appreciate?"

Kieran also really likes the height difference because he can kiss your forehead without barely having to bend his legs, which is his favourite kind of kiss!!

Whenever you travel with Kieran, he'll put you in front of him on the saddle, his arms reaching around you to hold onto the reins. He loves that you don't need to duck down so he can see, you'll fit very comfortably against him as he rides. Don't be surprised if you feel something hard press against your ass whenever you two go down a bumpy path.

Micah

He's such a dick when it comes to your height difference. He'll use you as an armrest all the time, maybe rest his chin on your head when he's trying to be a little bit affectionate.

Micah NEEDS to see you in his leather coat. He needs to see the way his coat hem drags along the floor, and the way the sleeves look twice the size as they dip far below your knuckles.

"Ain't that the cutest thing? Might need to buy myself some more coats just so I can dress you up in them."

He won't admit it at first, but he really likes the way you fit so snuggly against his chest whenever he's spooning you. Micah is so weak for that!!

He adooooores having you on his lap, especially when you're straddling him during a heated makeout session. You've had to hold him back many times from just taking you on the table in the middle of camp, at night of course, because those makeout sessions get far too intimate to risk anyone seeing.

Micah's quite the slut for missionary because he can enjoy the way he towers over you, pinning you down to the bedroll, leaving marks along your neck as he either praises or scolds you, depending on what mood he's in.

Arthur

Oh my god, Arthur loves it.

He finds it a lot easier to manhandle you and will jump on the opportunity to pick you up and push you against the wall during sex.

I hope you have a praise kink too because you're gonna hear a lot of praise coming out of his mouth.

But when you two aren't having spicy times, Arthur loves to have you cuddled up in his lap at the campfire.

"Come over here, darlin'. Don't you wanna come cuddle up with me by the campfire?"

You'll fit so perfectly snug against him, almost using his body as a blanket as you lean your back into his chest. His arms will always be tucked around you, legs on either side of yours. You can tell when Arthurs getting tired because he'll rest his head on top of yours (and maybe doze off.)

He also enjoys having a bath with you because of the same reason; you'll fit so snugly against his chest as the two of you relax together, eventually helping each other bathe before straddling him and dirtying yourselves up again.

[fuckapuck]

Injured

Mikko Rantanen x fem!Reader

Warnings: none. A little sad though

This is my very first fan fic! I got this idea into my head and couldnt get it out so i had to write it up! Idk if its any good i certainly hope it is! Im posting this on mobile so idk how it will look posted. Sorry! Its kinda a long one

Mikko sighed as the doctor stitched up his cheek. It had been a rough game against the preds and he ended up catching a skate balde with his face. It was a nasty gash that went from his temple and on to the corner of his lip.

It hurt and he wasn't ashamed to say he cried.

Lots of local anesthesia and a few stitches later there was just a very dull throbbing in the left side of his face. Some one had come back to tell him the 3rd period started and he desperately wished he could be out there right now. He was taken back to the locker room told to keep his bandages dry and get cleaned up and changed.

He shed a few more tears out of frustration. He knew he would have to sit out a few games to let this heal a bit before he could get back out on the ice. He grabed his phone. He didn't have any texts or missed calls from (Y/N) as he expected. You were working tonight and wouldnt get off till almost 2 am, so you wouldn't find out about his injury until your shift was done. Hopefully. You hated that job and Mikko often told you just to quit and not to worry about expenses. He would take care of anything that was needed. He washed up and changed back into regular clothes. He couldnt wait to get back to the hotel and put on soft stretchy clothes.  He sat down in his stall and stared at his phone. Should he text (Y/N)? You were working and he didn't want you to worry. There was still had 5 hours left of your shift. He let out another sigh and hung his head as he shut off his screen.

His thoughts were interupted as whoops and cheers came from outside the door. It burst open and his teammates poured in. He smiled as much as he was able and was embraced by a few guys. Gabe and Z took their time talking to him making sure he was doing fine.

"I won't really know how I feel until I'm not numb." He joked with them. His mood was brightening as his captain and friends told the story of their victory. He ignored the pain in his chest for not being there.  That he didn't get to see it. 

The night continued and interviews were completed. He declined doing one until his face felt better. He was more than happy to use his cheek as an excuse to not talk to media. Normally he didn't care, but he just really didn't want to do it tonight. As the reporters cleared and the team finished getting changed Barbs came over and smacked him on the shoulder.

"Hanging in there Rants?" He smiled at the finn.

"Oh yeah, just a little out of it." He head was a bit fuzzy still but getting clearer and more painful by the minute.

"Nice. They must have given you the good stuff!" Barbs nudged him again and mikko felt more at ease. He could do this. The playful chirping of teammates. He didn't have to think about his face. The light hearted fun continued. Until his name brought his full attention back.

"Huh?" He blinked.

"I said I would help you get back into the single life!" Barbs laughed and a few other joined him.  A sudden unease took over mikko.

"What do you mean?" He questioned. The unease growing.

"This." mark poked his own cheek and nodded at mikko. "Gonna be single by morning!"

Mikko stayed silent and just stared. He felt like he couldn't breathe. The guys seemed to see that this particular chrip hit a sensitive spot.

"Fuck barbs! Shut up." Gabe hissed. Mikko zoned out and found himself trapped in his mind. It was a horrible injury to his face. He wouldn't look the same after this. He would be scarred. His mind was reeling and he didn't remember when he got back to the hotel. Only that he made it back. He was in mild pain now the medication wearing off. He hoped he could get to sleep before he could feel all of it. He changed his clothes in a daze and climbed into bed. He stared at the ceiling trying to get to sleep but he couldn't. He just kept thinking about you.

How you would smile at him and kiss his face. How you would grab his cheeks and nuzzle into him calling him beautiful and handsome. His chest felt constricted and he threw the covers off of himself. He laid there as thoughs of you circled his mind. Your words that he so loved to hear now haunting him. You wouldn't think he was beautiful anymore. You wouldn't look fondly at him and caress his face. Would you cry when you saw him? Would you be angry at him for ruining his appearance? What would he do with out you? He heard his phone vibrate he looked over. You were calling him. He moved his eyes back to the ceiling. It stopped and a few minutes later he heard the message notification sound. He ignored it. He couldn't bring himself to see what you had to say.

An uneasey sleep came over him only an hour and a half before he was suppose to get up. He packed quietly and jumped when someone knocked on his door. He opened it to find his coach and a medic. They wanted to check on him.

He was sat down as the doctor went over how to clean and bandage it again. He handed him a bag of perscription pain killers and extra bandages. Coach had a hand on his shoulder. At the end of it he was told he would have to sit out for at least a week and then they would look at how the healing was doing and if everything was good he could go back to playing with a face cage until it was fully healed. Coach gave him some pats on the back and told him to take two or three days after they got back to rest. Take it easy.

He packed silently and watched his hands tremble. You wouldn't leave his mind. Your soft skin and gentle touch. Your laugh and your smiles. How he could always tell how you were feeling because your eyes showed everything. What would they show now? Disgust?

He loaded into the bus. Some of the guys came over to him but he pointed at his cheek and shook his head.  The bus arrived at the airport and everyone loaded into the plane. Taking their seat. He put himself buy a window toward the back. Gabe and Nikita sat by him. About 30 minutes in Nikita gently nudged him.

"What barbs said. It was joke you know. He did not mean it." He spoke softly to Mikko. Gabed turned towards them.

"He's right Mikko. You know (Y/N) would never do something like that." Gabe reassured. Mikko  closed his eyes and turned his head away from the window and looked at his two friends.

"Tell me the truth. If you were in my place, if this was your faces not mine, would your wives leave?" Mikko asked. His heart beating in his ears he needed the answer.

Nikita and Gabes eyes widened. Z looked down at his hands not saying a word. Gabe opened and closed his mouth trying to think of something to say. Mikko turned back to the window and felt tears stinging his eyes. Yes, they would. They wanted handsome pretty husbands and a scar like the one this will leave will not be pretty. The rest of the flight was silent between them.

Mikko couldn't help but think of the way (Y/N) normally greeted him when he got off the plane. She always tried her best to be there. She always would grab his face, kiss him and give him a tight warm hug. She would tell him that she loved him and promise a delicous home cooked meal. Would it be the same? Would she even be able to look at him?

The plane landed and he dragged himself off of it. They approached where the WAGS would normally wait, but he couldn't look up. He was so afraid that if he did, you wouldn't be there.

He felt a nudge and looked to Nate who nodded his head forward. Mikko looked up and there you were. You were smiling but it was different from normal.

Mikko walked up to you and almost had to hold back tears as you embraced him. It felt just as tight and warm as it always did he felt one hand so very softly touch his uninjured cheek.

"Lets go home okay?" He couldn't look you in the eye. He walked silently by your side and held your hand loosely. There was no kiss. No usual excitement. He felt his world becoming smaller. Maybe if he asked nicely you would let him hold you one last time before you left him forever.

The car ride was quite on his part. Your gentle voice talking softly about little things that had happened in his week away. He couldn't muster up the courage to say anything to you. Afraid it would be the last thing he would ever say to you.

You pulled into his spot at his apartment and attempted to help with his bags But Mikko carefully took them from your hands and carried them himself. The two of you went up to his place. He put his bags on his bed and started to unpack. You came up beside him and started to help. He wanted to object but couldn't. Time passed and soon everything was unpacked and the two of you were sitting on the couch. (Y/N)  kept a small one sided conversation going and Mikko mearly stared on.

"What would you like for dinner?" You asked, but Mikko said nothing.

"Mikko? Why won't you talk to me love?" She asked gently and her small, soft fingers gently brushed his uninjured cheek. Suddenly he couldn't help it anymore. It was too much. Why were you still being kind to him if you were going to leave him? He began to cry. He couldn't stop it. Instantly you were there. Holding him and comforting him with kind hands and words. He almost let himself relax into your warm body. But he couldn't. It was too painful.

He stood up abruptly and stared down into shocked concered eyes.

"Just do it already! Stop playing with me and do it!" He tried to sound stern but he just sounded broken.

"What are you talking about? Do what?" You asked and went to reach for him. Mikko stepped back out of your reach.

"End it. End it like you want to. I know you do. Just leave me already and stop making it hurt!" Mikko practically shouted. You stared at him with wide hurt eyes.

"Leave you? Why would I do that?" You asked your voice shaking. Mikko couldn't look at you.

"This," he pointed to his bandage, "my face will be different and ruined. I know you want to leave me. Just do it." He ended quietly and weakly.

"Do you honestly think I'm that shallow?" He could hear the pain in your voice. He just shrugged. "Mikko Rantanen you will look at me right now!" You snapped. Mikkos head shot up he eyes locking with yours. He saw pain and anger in those eyes.

"You listen to me right now. I love you. I have loved you since I met you. Not because of your face, but because of you. How you treat me and talk to me. How you make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world when I know I'm not. I would never leave you because of an injury! For fucks sake you are a hockey player! Injuries and hockey go hand in hand!" You yelled and got closer to him. "I knew what I signed up for when I started dating you. I'm in it for the long haul and I won't be leaving just because of a scar!" You jabbed him in the chest with your finger and crossed your arms. You deflated a little the anger subsiding and hurt remained.

"Do you really think so little of me Mikko?" You barely whispered out your arms dropping to your sides. Mikko couldn't take it. Your pain and saddness. His doing. He moved suddenly and wrapped you in his arms the good side of his face against the top of your head.

"No. No I don't. I promise. I love you. You are the best woman in the world. The kindest and most wonderful and beautiful. I was just scared. The boys said - " mikko rushed out. You had relaxed against him but the quickly pushed away and look up to him with anger in your eyes.

"What did the boys say?" You ground out. Mikko explained Barbs chirp and Gabe and Z's silence on the plane. Suddenly you weren't in his arms but pacing the living room as he watched on fondly.

"Those stupid little- UGH! Let me tell you if their wives ever find out about that they will be pissed. Fuck! They will give them some scars to worry about. Those absolute idiots! And I'm going to kill barbs. Those kind of jokes aren't funny. I'm gonna kick his ass! I'm going to practice tomorrow and im gonna beat him with his hockey stick!" You ranted on furiously. Mikko just laughed and came up and wrapped his arms around you.

"Please don't kill anyone. I'm very sorry my love. I am very very sorry." You again relaxed in his arms and nuzzled into his chest." I got worried and to into my head and then you didn't kiss me and-"

"Kiss you? Mikko I didn't want to hurt you! Your mouth was injured too not just your cheek!" You laughed at him in exasperation. Mikko blinked down at you.

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh.'" You rolled your eyes, and leaned Into him, "I love you mikko and I won't stop." You pressed your face into his chest and his grip tightened.

"I love you too" he swore to himself not to doubt you again. And felt secure in his knowledge that you loved him.

"I am gonna get barberio back though." She warned. He chuckled and press a very soft kiss to her head.

"I know."

[midar1]

okay but like top 5 h/c hockey headcanons you have?? ik it's weird

!!! don’t worry this isn’t weird at all i always love talking abt my favorite ships so this is gr8 ! also i take that by h/c u mean hurt/comfort? because even better haghgadg i love hurting…..thank u dear 💕 ((also putting these under read more bc LONG)

1. MMM pekka rinne & juuse saros…..like juuse is still a young kid and even though his very level-minded, losses still get to him and he can get quite upset after a tough game but ! peks always knows how to cheer him up. he cooks juuse’s favorite dish, cuddles him afterwards (or lets juuse cuddle him, whatever juuse wants that time) etcetc. AND if juuse indicates he’s in That Mood when they get back from the game, peks is happy to deliver all the….pounding juuse wants/needs, with cuddling afterwards of course :’)

2. ROMAN AND SHEA tbh i’ll never shut up about them. h/c is kind of….inevitable with them now after what happened but hey i’m rolling with it. first, after the trade, things r really difficult for them. they got to be together at the world cup and they’re trying to live that time to the fullest (with uh, victory sex after the final w/ roman wearing shea’s team canada jersey (again)) but then the NHL season starts and suddenly roman is back in nashville but shea is in montreal. and maybe they don’t talk for a long while then. they try and try and try but distance is difficult and the calls get more and more rare. then comes january and the preds play the habs at home, and roman&shea fully meet again and it’s……there’s tears and apologizes and promises they’ll try harder to keep what they have alive. and also probably the best sex they’ve ever had. and then, they still miss each other, but things get better. shea learns how to use face time, roman plans a trip to montreal on bye week etcetc. and they just…..learn to work w the conditions given

3. esa lindell…and john klingberg…..the pale boyfriends….idk i havent thought abt that many h/c headcanons for them yet (mostly it’s just…..well) but ! sally provided me w some AUs and like…..i can just think of them as the couple that first are the bestest of best friends ever who then end up together after a drunken kiss the other one forgets about, but the other doesn’t. and there’s all this drama and the one who remembers (…esa..) is acting all weird because he’s realizing he has feelings for john but he has no idea if that kiss actually meant smth or not…..and later john finds out from a friend what happened, and he just…..realizes and goes straight to esa and kisses him and afterwards they’re just this giggly happy mess!!

4. patrik laine…and nikolaj ehlers….. w all the criticism etc. patrik faces, even though he mostly takes it well it sometimes gets to him a lil. and nikolaj notices it right away when patrik’s feeling upset and he, maybe without asking or saying, sets up a movie night for them and orders in patrik’s favorite food bc he knows patrik loves their movie nights. he doesn’t pressure him into talking abt whatever is on his mind but if patrik decide’s to talk he’ll listen, and cuddle afterwards if patrik wants to

5. ok im unwilling to let go of ships that basically dont have Any new content coming in anymore but damn do i still love nuge and gabbe together. like they bonded so well at the draft, spent the best summer ever together and then had to be separated. they know it’s what they basically signed up for, but they’re still young so distance sucks for them n they miss each other a lot. they face time as much as they can and playing each other is a true blessing and they do everything to enjoy those moments as much as they can. every reunion is so special to them and as they mature and grow they learn to handle the relationship better and just…..they just make stuff work even though separation is always tough for them