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I cannot wait for today to be over

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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

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Ridoc shaves his stubble into different styles and puts on a show for you. He walks like runway model, but always breaks and you both end up in a puddle of laughter.

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Xaden who still loves his ex, make no mistake he Violet is his whole soul, his life, but he still loves his ex.

He would still beat someone who looked at them wrong, he still watches them from the corner of his eye to make sure they aren't in any danger.

He may love Violet but to you were his first safe haven, in the hell that is Basgiath, you were his calm.

He won't talk to you but he does look out for you.

He will put your new partner through the ringer, he wants to make sure they are with you for the right reasons.

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Break up sex with Xaden but it's set to 'One more night' by Chris Grey

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i love being a little freak on tumblr nobody can stop me

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Can you do one with Ridoc where reader comes to his dorm late at night after a tough day and they cuddle etc :))))

At The End Of The Day

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Pairing(s): Ridoc x reader

Warning(s): fluff

Summary: After a long day, all you want is to be in your boyfriend's arms -- in which, he is always more than happy to deliver.

SR’s Note: Ughhhh bye this turned out so cute. Get ready for some toothache-level sweetness from our goofy boy -- enjoy!

Tags: @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @whyucloudingmymind @bookofriverr @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @paintedbyshadows @woollybread786 @invisiblepixies @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @luvly-writer @fiahtheteaaddict @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans @notnowkittenwhisker (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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The door to Ridoc's dorm room creaked as you slowly wedged it open. The hallway lights bent around your silhouette, the darkness in Ridoc's room a complete contrast. Your shoulders slumped with exhaustion, strands of hair hanging limply around your face as you peered inside.

Ridoc peered up from where he sat on the edge of his bed, still dressed in his flight leathers. His own fatigue was evident in the way his bubbly spirit and bright eyes from this morning had dulled to a muted glow.

"You have a long day, too?" you asked quietly. Stepping inside, you tugged the door shut with a soft click.

Ridoc nodded once, running a calloused hand through his disheveled hair.

"Flying with Aotrom was particularly gruelling today. I think he's still adjusting to all the new flight patterns Kaori showed us earlier this week." He sighed, glancing at the floor in thought. "Oh, and then Sawyer decided it'd be best for us to spar, ya know, test out his new leg and all." He sighed, rubbing his fingers along his jawline. "How was yours?"

You moved across the small room quickly, doging his scattered gear and books as you'd done 100 times over by now.

"Exhausting," you replied. "Varrish put First Squad through three different war games scenarios -- three!" You exclaimed.

"I swear, that man paid our squad leaders to try and burn us out in one single day." You paused beside his bed, glancing down at the familiar (your favorite) navy comforter he was sitting on. He scooted an inch to the side, gesturing for you to take a seat beside him. It wasn't until you were mere inches from his face that you noticed the small split in his lip, one that had already clotted and sealed up.

You reached your fingers out, gently tracing the edge of the wound. "Ridoc... that looks painful."

Ridoc's fingers found yours, gently closing around them as you inspected him longer.

"It's nothing," He said, leaning into your touch. "Just Sawyer being Sawyer, trying to prove he's all better now. You know how he gets before he goes to see Jesinia."

Your expression softened, a faint blush tinging your cheeks. You'd been friends with Sawyer long enough now to know alllll about his "thing" with Jesinia -- and in a relationship with Ridoc long enough to hear about it everytime Sawyer brings her up.

You sighed then, leaning into Ridoc's side as the exhaustion of the day began to weigh heavier on you.

"I really don't want to talk about dragons, or war games, or any of the other stupid stuff that's caused our bad days." you said, your voice dropping to a whisper. "I just want to be here with you, right now, in this moment."

Ridoc's expression melted at your words, a look of tender understanding overtaking his face. He shifted on the bed, moving up toward the headboard and motioning for you to follow suit.

"Come here then."

Here you came.

You never needed to be asked twice. Kicking off your boots, you followed his previous path as you climbed up onto the bed, finally settling against Ridoc's chest. He wrapped his arms around you then, and you felt your heartbeat slow a little. You breathed in that familiar scent of him — leather and wind and something uniquely him. It completely enveloped you, and you felt the days-lomg tension in your shoulders begin to ease.

The silence stretched as the two of you layed together, both listening to the distant sounds of the war college students settling in for the night. Ridoc's fingers began tracing lazy patterns along your arm, and you could feel his steady heartbeat beneath your cheek. He'd dimmed the mage lights in the room with lesser magic (something he'd been working hard at perfecting) as night fell, and your heart swelled as you drank in the moment.

"You still smell like the sparring ring," you murmured against his chest. There was no complaint in your voice, just simple observation.

Ridoc chuckled, the sound rumbling beneath his skin.

"Sorry. Like I said, Sawyer was particularly enthusiastic today. I probably should have showered before you came over..."

You sat up straighter, smacking his shoulder.

"Ugh, Ridoc!" You chastized. He raised his hands, his jaw dropping.

"I'm sorry!"

Scowling, you shook your head once. "You don't have to apologize," you said, tilting your head to look into his eyes. "Just... maybe... clean yourself next time, if you truly trained as hard as you say you did."

Ridoc felt his breath catch as he gazed into your eyes. As exhausted as you were, hair wind-whipped and uniform wrinkled, he still found you undeniably beautiful. Even more than that, you were here with him, settling back in against his chest -- you'd chosen to spend these quiet moments with him, despite anything else that demanded your attention.

He reached over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against the skin of your cheek.

"I missed you today," he whispered, his gaze still roaming over your face. You smiled softly up at him.

"We saw each other at beakfast," you pointed out, but Ridoc only shook his brown curls.

"That doesn't count. That was with everyone else, talking about this morning's Battle Brief and complaining about training. This, right now, this is different." His thumb brushed across your cheekbone.

"This is just us."

Your heart swelled at his words, your love growing even more than you'd ever imagined. You shifted slightly then, propping yourself up on your elbow as you looked down at him properly.

"Just us," you agreed, and leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

The kiss was gentle, unhurried even as his soft lips slid against yours. It was a stark contrast to how frantic the day had felt, and it made every wrong thing in the world feel just right. When you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, your combined breaths mixing in the space between you.

"I love you," you whispered, watching as a small smile tugged at his lips.

"And I love you, Y/N." He responded, pulling you back to his chest again. "You truly the best part of my every day."

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If your writing makes you smile, write it.

If your writing makes you think, write it.

If your writing keeps you up at night because you can't get it out of your head, write it.

If your writing turns you on, write it.

If your writing makes you sweat, write it.

If your writing makes your heart race, write it.

You don't need anyone's permission to enjoy writing something. You don't need to cater to an audience you don't already have. Or even one you do have. You don't need to keep to a specific niche because you know your readers like it.

Is that new genre calling out to you but you've never written it, so you're uncertain how it'll turn out? Write it.

Challenge yourself. Have fun. Create create create.

The only one that matters in the end is you. Audiences come and they go. People may be upset if you change what you do, but in the end, do you like it more? Then keep at it.

What you do should make you happy. You'll find a new audience. There'll be an audience for your new writing. Just keep pushing forward.

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Bodhi Durran who has a labret ring, and a tongue piercing who always makes sure to drag them over all your sensitive spots.

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Imogen Cardulo, Mira sorrengail, Professor Devera

she may not be a lesbian in canon, but she is a lesbian in my heart

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Thank you for the tag 🥰

Favorite cold drink: I'm a sucker for Coke and chocolate milk!

favorite hot drink: I'm Australian so I have to claim Milo.

favorite sweet: Chocolate and I love baked sweets, like chocolate croissant and cake

favorite actor: Andrew Garfield

favorite singer: Mico or Chris Grey

favorite movie at the moment: The Wind Rises (Studio Ghibli)

favorite song at the moment: Provider (Sleep token), Tears in your eyes (Mico) or Sense (Mico)

favorite video game at the moment: God of war Ragnarok

favorite season: Winter

favorite flower: Lotus

favorite scent: Freshly baked bread, jasmine flowers

favorite animal: Dogs, more specifically my dog Achilles

favorite weather: I love thunderstorms

favorite tree: Cherry blossoms

I tag @xoxochb @luvly-writer and anyone else who wants to play

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Tag Game!

ty @velarisdusk for the tag <3

favorite cold drink: diet dr pepper or redbull lmaooo

favorite hot drink: warm honey-sweetened tea

favorite sweet: ice creammmm or cookies

favorite actor: i've become obsessed with david corenswet overnight

favorite singer: taylor swiftttt or sabrina carpenter

favorite movie at the moment: coraline, forever and ever my fav

favorite song at the moment: nothing's gonna hurt you baby, cigarettes after sex !!

favorite video game at the moment: all i ever play is fortnite... am i still 12? yes. yes i am.

favorite season: fall without a doubt

favorite flower: tigerlililes!

favorite scent: amber, cherry, amaretto

favorite animal: has to be my dog Comet (;

favorite weather: snowing or raining, i live for the calm

favorite tree: if i cant say christmas tree, then a weeping willow absolutely

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Rhiannon, always helps you do your hair in the morning, stealing kisses as has does. She's always smoothing fly away strands after sparring or flight manoeuvres.

Rhiannon, practices summoning items from behind closed doors by trying to summon an extra blanket for you both during winter.

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Ridoc always makes sure your cold drink are extra cold. It's not a big gesture but hes always trying to make your life just that little easier.

He once made you flowers and a vase of ice that say on your night stand for months until he accidentally forgot to keep them frozen and it melted everywhere.

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Xaden's shadows seem to stick to you, they curl around your limbs lovingly whenever you are in the same room. His shadows always seem to know what you need, often pushing the item closer to you.

Xaden always swears he isn't controlling them, they just seem to like you most.

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all bodies are beautiful. all races are beautiful. all ethnicities and nationalities are beautiful. all hair colors and types are beautiful. all HUMANS are beautiful inside and out, don’t let anyone bring you down ever!!!!! 🫶🏼

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Modern Bodhi, would ride a motorcycle and be one of the Instagram bike boys.

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Any ed blogs that follow me or I see are getting blocked.