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@qapsiel liked for a starter.

Steve has seen a lot of things in his time on Earth. He’s seen aliens and flying men and gods and talking robots. And yet, this man standing in front of him takes the cake for the strangest thing Steve has ever dealt with. “You need what?” He frowns, crossing his arms over his chest to give himself something to do so he’s not standing there like an idiot. “Sir, I don’t think I have what you need.” He’s still not entirely sure what it is this stranger needs, but Steve is pretty sure he doesn’t have it.

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He smiles, just a little. Emmanuel can’t know how much his words touch him, but he smiles anyway. “In a way, yes.” He sighs. It’s a quiet sound. “There are—there are countless, I’ve found, that are easy to forget.” He wishes it wasn’t so, but it is. “The ones that stay are the ones that fight. The ones that survive.” He thinks Emmanuel must know this. And even if he doesn’t, it’s not a grand revelation. Of course the survivors and the fighters leave their mark. He may not be human, but he cannot deny that their ways have rubbed off on him.

He hums softly. There have been so many depictions of him throughout the brief history of humanity. He doesn’t think he could pick one single favorite. “There is a painting, I believe,” he says, “that depicts me in white, leaning over a child. The artist gave me feminine features, and I believe I am holding a sickle.” It’s a kinder depiction of him than most would say he deserves. He’s very fond of it.

the angel settles into the moment, into the presence of something so ancient, so great, yet so singularly focused; eternal eyes forever fixated upon the ant in his hand. there is something tragic to it, even emmanuel can tell that much. the other may not tend to the trees, but in his own way he does tend to the people, even if most might struggle to call him tender upon first thought. poor thing, emmanuel catches himself thinking, but fast denounces the thought lest it offend the other who might just catch it in the wind.

"i can only imagine being as closely intertwined with their fate as you are. if their lives are stories, you are the book. it must feel heavy, sometimes, to carry their hearts on your sleeve." his eyes do wander but then pause, in something of a brief panic. he doesn't want to bring up the sorrow of the other's existence, he doesn't even want to consider it. there is gentleness to the eternal sleep, after all. calm to the unwavering fatality of it all. he's heard all about it, from all sorts of people, from all sorts of angles. he prunes the recollection before they can run wild. "which one has been your favourite? depiction of death, i mean."

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@prodigum asked “ When is it over? ” for jack from ennis!

Jack doesn’t know what Ennis means by over. He’s not entirely sure what Ennis is referencing, either. He isn’t sure he wants to know, either. Still, he shifts a little on his log and glances at Ennis in the light of the fire they’ve made. If Ennis means when is this thing between them over, Jack won’t have an answer for him. As much as he wants to say never, he knows that it’ll probably be over when they leave the mountain. He won’t say it aloud, though, for fear of making it true. “Dunno, cowboy.” He pokes at the embers with his boot. “Figure it ain’t over ‘till we say it is.” He glances at Ennis again. “Why? You wanna call it off?”

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@defygrav1ty said 🎁 / glinda to fiyero!

Fiyero doesn’t quite know what makes Galinda tick. He should—they’ve been seeing each other for a little bit now—but he still hasn’t quite figured it out. He does know, however, that she can be highly sensitive, and when he finds her in the corner of an empty classroom, he doesn’t waste any time settling next to her. “Is everything alright?” He doesn’t want to assume she’s upset, but he also doesn’t want to assume she’s okay. Most people who sit alone in empty classrooms aren’t okay, but again, Fiyero doesn’t want to assume.

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@004fiftysix said "someone told the media i'd be here." from Snow to Lucy

She doesn’t see a problem with that. She knows why Coriolanus might, but Lucy Gray has never been camera shy in her life and she’s not about to start now. She flashes the cameraman a bright smile, and it gets even brighter when she notices the way his ears flush pink. “Don’t worry about it.” She turns back to Coriolanus and gives him the same bright smile. “Just be yourself. They’re not gonna care if you don’t.”

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Lorea nods and turns to grab the sunflower bouquet from its place in the lineup. She wraps it in brown paper and sets it gently on the counter along with a small packet of flower food. “Make sure it gets into water soon.” She takes the thirty dollars and hands back a five in change with a smile. “I hope you enjoy these! Have a nice day.”

                            CASTIEL TURNS TO SQUINT AT THE PREMADE BOUQUETS. They're all pretty, but one in particular catches his eye. It's a single sunflower (considering their size, you really don't need a lot of those plants), surrounded by deep green leaves and some brighter weeds. Like the sun sparkling in the thin layer of water in a swamp. Humans might dislike this comparison, but they never wandered the Earth when it was home to the dinosaurs and gigantic marshlands. "I'll have the sunflower, please," he says, pulling out a couple of bills and putting them on the counter: 30 dollars. Dean says he should always tip.

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@theixth liked for a starter!

“Tridentarius.” Harrow is sure she’s never felt as much shame in her entire existence than she does right now. She’s the Reverend Daughter of Drearburh. She’s the best necromancer the Ninth House has ever produced. And yet, here she is. Standing in front of Ianthe Tridentarius, feeling as though she’s going to burn up due to pure embarrassment. She hates it. “I require your assistance.” God, she hates even having to say it. Her lip curls as the words leave her mouth. She glares up at Ianthe, trying to summon at least an iota of something other than embarrassment. “Well? Are you going to help or not?” If she has to die of embarrassment (an absolutely abhorrent fate, in Harrow’s opinion), then it’s only fair that Ianthe die of irritation.

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@starrstained liked for a starter

“You come here often?” Jerome has to shout just a little to be heard over the music. The grin on his face says he knows what an asshole he sounds like, and it also says he doesn’t care. He leans against the bar, one hand holding tight to a bottle of beer and the other tucked into his pocket. He’s not here on business, but he’s not here for pleasure, either. He’s just trying to see how much he can annoy Harlow before he gets kicked out. “Got any good stories?”

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@thisshadeofred said ❝ With all respect: piss off. ❞ (Elphie to Fiyero)

At least she hadn’t said with no respect. He’d take that victory, however small it was. He glanced down at her. She looked busy, and Fiyero had never been good at doing what he was told. He settled next to her, pulling a book towards himself and squinting down at it. “This sounds incredibly boring. How long have you been here?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “I think you need a break, Elphaba. All this studying can’t possibly be good for you.” He flashed her his best grin as he said it, hoping it would soothe her temper lest she get mad at him.

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@thisshadeofred said "catch me, i’m falling. " (Elphie to Fiyero)

He didn’t know what to do. That wasn’t anything new, but he’d always hated feeling helpless, and he hated it even more when it came to his friends. “What do you need me to do?” She wasn’t falling as far as he could see, but maybe she meant she was mentally falling. Fiyero still didn’t know what to do in that scenario, but he could try his best to help. He would’ve preferred it if she’d been actually falling—it would be very easy to catch her—but he would try his best to help regardless.

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@cannotfly liked for a starter ( for riff )

Everything hurts. It’s his own fault for sneaking out. He needed to, though. He couldn’t go any longer without seeing Johanna. He’d promised her last night that he’d go back to her. She was probably worried about him. Riff hopes she’s worried about him. He hopes she’s missing him. He finds her house easily enough and stares up at it. “Johanna!” He wishes he had a better way of getting her attention than yelling at her window. “Johanna!”

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@cannotfly said i’ve missed you these days. / arthur

“Sorry.” He pulls Johanna into his side and kisses the top of her head. “I’ve been busy.” If busy means going to a casino and wasting all his money, then sure. Arthur’s been busy. He doesn’t really have an excuse for it. He just has to hope Johanna hasn’t noticed anything off. He’s been good at hiding it so far. His tuition money is almost out, though. He’s not sure what he’s going to do once it runs out, but he’ll worry about that later. “I didn’t keep you waiting for too long, did I?”

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“Maybe.” He was good with a rope. He could lasso any moving target within at least thirty feet. He didn’t think the Careers would find that incredibly useful, though. But he’d try anyway. The closer he was to them, the easier it would be to kill them when the time came. “I can lasso things pretty easily.” Getting an alliance with the Careers was going to be the hardest part of the Games. Staying alive was a close second. “Do you have anything they’d need?” If Abilene didn’t have anything the Careers needed, Dodge would be forced to leave her behind. He wanted an alliance with the Careers, and if he had to leave his district partner behind to get it, he would.

“I’ll get an alliance with them. We’ll be fine.” He’d be fine. He didn’t know about Abilene. Dodge had never been one to run from a fight, and fighting the other tributes would be a good way to prove himself to the Careers. “You can run if you want, but I’m going to stay. If we fight, it could make them more likely to ally with us.”

abilene nodded . the careers almost always won , though they weren't children anymore . at least , most of them weren't . did the careers continue their less than legal training into adulthood ? had they spent these last few months brushing up on deadly skills ? most likely , she thought . . . and then she wondered how long these games would be . usually they lasted a week or so , but the victors had all been through the games before . they knew how they worked , knew how to win .

❛ do you have any skills they'd want ? ❜ she asked quietly . her hands continued to pick at her nails . she wasn't a violent person , she wasn't an angry person . her stomach soured with the thought of plotting how to kill these people , some friends and some acquaintances and now all enemies . ❛ they won't ally with us from the goodness of their hearts . or just because we fluttered our eyelashes and asked nicely . ❜

she shook her head . dying that quickly would be an utter waste , though perhaps it would be a mercy in that same breath . . . abilene didn't want to suffer . she wanted to die quickly , as painlessly as possible . she didn't want to spend her last days in fear . ❛ we shouldn't go to the middle , then . everyone will go there looking for weapons , the careers included . ❜ the cornucopia had the best weapons stored inside of it , but other supplies and weapons were littered in the space around it . the most important things would be deep in the middle , while tarps or crackers or empty packs tended to be closer to the pedestals . ❛ we shouldn't risk it if we aren't wholly sure they'll ally with us . we should turn tail and run . . . that's what i would do . ❜

but she didn't fight in her games . not truly . she'd killed when she was hallucinating on mutt venom and terrified , but she'd barely won that battle . it was closer to an animal with it's leg in a trap trying to gnaw and bite at anything that came near from fear than it was to a strategic battle plan .

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Joshua is THAT type of boyfriend !

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

A/N: Sorry, I got carried away and made it too long TT.

Joshua isn't just a sweet talker, he’s a menace with his words. Imagine him leaning in with that soft smirk and his warm eyes as he whispers, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” and you’re not even dressed up—just in sweats. You’d roll your eyes, but your heart? Oh, it’s flipping. And don’t even try to sass back.

Always using terms of endearment like, darling, love, babe.

He's the boyfriend who somehow always wins every argument you guys ever had.

This man would curate the most soul-melting playlists just for you. Love songs, sexy R&B tracks, even songs that remind him of you.

Don’t let the gentleman image fool you. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he gently tugs at your shirt collar, brushing his fingers against your skin as he adjusts it. And the way he smirks when he catches you staring? He’ll lean in and say, “Like what you see?” in that voice, making you combust on the spot.

You’re craving snacks at 11 p.m.? Joshua’s already putting on his jacket. He’ll hold your hand as you wander through the store, teasing you about your odd snack combinations but still buying them all anyway.

He’s the ultimate cuddler. Joshua will rest his chin on your head, his arms securely around your waist, and murmur little nothings that make your heart feel all warm and squishy.

The Protective Gentleman™: Someone dares to make you uncomfortable in public or even in private? Joshua’s usually gentle demeanor shifts in an instant. He’ll place a hand on your waist and give the offender a look so cold they’ll apologize themselves without a word.

Look, Joshua is a giver and overachiever in the bedroom. He’s the type to ask, “Do you like this?” in that deep, husky voice while holding eye contact. And when you can’t even form words? That’s his cue to smirk and go harder, exactly the way he knows you like. He’s all about making sure you’re the one who’s utterly wrecked by the end of fucking.

Joshua is the boyfriend who insists on holding you close whenever you’re cold.

“You’re so smart.” “How do you look this good all the time?” “I’m so lucky you’re mine.” He’s not over the top, but his compliments are so genuine that they leave you smiling for hours. Even if you’re having a bad day, Joshua’s words have this magical way of lifting you up without fail.

He remembers everything. Your coffee order, your favorite way to fold socks, the random anecdote you told him months ago—Joshua stores it all like it’s precious treasure.

Joshua will absentmindedly play with your hair all the time. Whether you’re watching a movie or lying in bed, his fingers are threading through your strands, gently tugging just to make you look at him.

Joshua looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. He’s the boyfriend who says, “I want to grow old with you,” and you know he means it.

He might be soft-spoken, but the second you start pushing his buttons? You’re done for. His voice drops an octave, and he’s gripping your wrist with just enough pressure to make you stop in your tracks. “Keep testing me,” he’d say, with that calm, terrifying tone that sends shivers down your spine. And when you do, let’s just say you won’t win the next round...

Picture this: Joshua in an apron, trying his best to follow a recipe while sneaking bites of whatever you’re making. Flour ends up on both your faces, and he’s laughing so hard that you forget you burned the cookies. “Let’s just order pizza,” he’d say, pulling you into a hug that makes everything better. (Queue this)

If you’re ever upset, Joshua knows just what to do. He’ll hold you close, his voice will be soft as he reassures you. He doesn’t rush you to feel better; he just stays by your side, offering quiet support and the kind of love that makes you feel safe no matter what.

Joshua isn’t afraid to be goofy with you. He’ll make silly faces, sing off-key just to make you laugh.

Well, he's got the whole church-boy aura, but let’s not be naive here. That glint in his eyes when he’s pinning you against the wall during a heated makeout session is pure sin. He’ll whisper something like, “What would people think if they saw you like this?” just to watch you squirm. And don’t even think about trying to outplay him—he thrives on seeing you flustered.

At concerts, he’ll sneak little glances at you in the crowd and smile like you’re the only person in the world. HE IS UNREAL.

Joshua is the type to trail his fingers over every inch of your skin, memorizing the way you react to his touch. He’ll tilt your chin up gently, his thumb brushing your lower lip before kissing you like it’s his last day on Earth. It’s slow, intense, and leaves you aching for more.

He’s not flashy, but he’ll keep his hand on your lower back or entwine his fingers with yours, squeezing lightly whenever he feels like it.

He doesn’t even need to try to make your knees weak. He’ll be casually helping you grab something from the top shelf in a grocery store and lean down to say something, with a grin that’s way too innocent. Sir, is this a grocery trip or a personal attack?

Late at night, he’ll play the guitar and softly sing while you’re lying on his lap, and boom—you’re gone to heaven.

After he’s made you lose your mind with those sinful kisses, Joshua transforms back into the fluffiest boyfriend. He’s wiping the smudges off your lips with his thumb, kissing your forehead. The duality is WHIPLASH, but are you complaining? No.

When he looks at you, it’s not just attraction; it’s pure adoration. And when he holds you close, you’ll realize that being with him feels like coming home every single time.

Joshua’s the kind of boyfriend who makes you believe in love songs again. His actions, his words, his everything—all of it screams, “You’re my world.”

Yeah, Joshua is THAT type of boyfriend, and honestly, you’re done for. Congratulations on never recovering.

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hihihi congrats on 200 that’s so awesome n u deserve it im obsessed with ur work n writing style!! 🫶🏽 could i req 🐙🔥🍕 with suna rintaro :p congrats again!!!!

BAE GUESS WHO GOT IT DONE IN 12-14HRS u really skipped the queue.. i frothed at the mouth the entire time while writing this btw i need him so bad. um yeah. have ur man

shameless — rintarō suna x gn!reader

wc: 1330 (short fic what.)

cws: swearing, kissing. that's it methinks. not proofread, may be ooc, suna flirts like a bitch and acts like one too.

you've liked rintarou suna forever. and now, you're lucky — or unlucky — enough to be living with him. damn your brother for being such an angel; suna had needed a place to stay, and of course your brother was the first to offer. now, you often find yourself alone with him, and you can't exactly complain, can you?

"good night," you murmur, getting off the couch. "i'm going to bed now."

you're already in your PJs, ready for bed. your brother isn't home, and suna is still sprawled across most of the couch, eyes glued to the TV. when he hears your words, he instantly loses the resting bitch face, lips curving up into a sly smile.

"'s not a good night unless you're here," he replies. "and you're leaving now, so..."

"have you no shame? flirting with your friend's younger sibling like this?" you cross your arms over your chest, glaring at him — trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

"not really, no," his grin stretches impossibly wider.

"wow." you don't really know what to say, and suna snickers derisively.

what should you be saying? stop flirting with me? carry on flirting with me please i love you? you turn around again, and to your surprise, all the lights are off in the hallway. the light switches are at the other end of the hall, and you are deathly afraid of the dark. you look down helplessly at the book in your hands, then take a deep breath. "suna, can i borrow your phone?"

"what for?"

"um.. the lights are off, and—"

"the switches are right over there," he says, turning to look at you. "you can—"

something must be showing on your face because his eyes widen and he stops talking. "y/n, are you afraid of the dark?"

"no!" you reply too quickly, and he smiles, having gotten his answer. he pats the cushioned spot next to him. "sleep here, i'll get you to your room when i finish this."

you hesitate for a moment. should you?

fuck it. you roll your eyes — just for show — before plopping down beside him again. the force of your fall makes you bounce straight into his side, and your hand shoots out to grab the first thing it can reach — in this case, his shirt. you freeze for a moment, unsure of what to do. when you don't move, suna wraps his arm around your waist and shifts you to his lap, leaning you against his chest like it's the most natural thing in the world. the dark-coloured t-shirt stays bunched up in your hand.

"this okay?" he hums when you don't say anything. you nod against his chest, face aflame as heat spreads across your cheeks. he pulls his knees up to further secure you, right hand wrapped loosely around his left to hold you in place. your breaths are in sync, and as your consciousness slowly slips away and the noise of the TV becomes a comforting hum, you feel suna gently rest his head on top of yours.

"i love you," he whispers into your hair, and he presses his lips to the top of your head. suddenly, you're wide awake, hyper aware of everything around you — the TV, his arms around you, the firmness of his lean yet muscled torso — everything.

as soon as you consciously process his words, your head snaps up — and hits his face.

"ow, fuck," gasps suna, startled. you don't see any blood, but you did notice how loud the sound was, so it must've still been extremely painful. but you also notice how he doesn't even think of himself, turning to you with concern in his eyes. "you okay? bad dream?"

you shake your head, feeling slightly dazed. "you... love me?"

realisation dawns upon his face as he gets up, wincing suddenly. "i'll explain later, i—" he stops speaking, pointing at his mouth, and you nod in understanding.

"i'll help you take care of it," you volunteer. he shakes his head, no. this is ignored as you pull him to the kitchen, heedless of any further refusals. all the time, he is acutely aware of the way his hand feels in yours, and the nervous energy you radiate as you gently press the ice pack against his mouth, lower lip caught between your teeth in concentration. and while you're fixated on his lips, you don't know that he's fixated on yours too.

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suna leans back against your headboard, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt distractedly. you clear your throat to get his attention, perched on the other end of your bed. looking up, he raises a brow at you, deadpanning, "what?"

"you love me," you say, uncertainly.

"isn't that what you heard?"

"well, yes, but—"

"then?" he scoffs. "have some faith in yourself, l/n."

you shoot him a half-hearted glare, and he smiles back in a way that's both gentle and extremely attractive, half lidded eyes boring into yours. "if you want to say something, say it."

you open your mouth to speak, but he interrupts you suddenly. "if you're worried about rejecting me or whatever, don't bother. i don't want to force you into anything, okay?"

his voice is flat with no inflections, no way of letting you know how he feels. you shake your head vehemently. "it's not that at all!"

"then?" he cocks a brow, tilting his head to one side quizzically.

"ilikeyoutoo."

"what was that?"

"i like you too," you say again, slower.

"sorry?"

you begin to say it again when you notice the devilish grin on his face; he'd already heard you loud and clear the first time around.

"fuck you," you say, crossing your arms exasperatedly with a huff.

suna snorts. "bet you'd like to, huh?"

the scandalised look on your blushing face is downright hilarious, and suna is laughing too hard notice you advancing on him with a pillow in your hands — or so you think, because as soon as you raise it over your head, he's pulling you down onto him by your waist with a wolfish smile. he cups your face with one large hand, the other splayed across the small of your back. his voice is annoyingly patronising as he speaks, and a complete contrast to the shit-eating grin on his face. "i play volleyball, baby. you can't just sneak up on me like that."

you roll your eyes, annoyed. or you were annoyed, because now you've noticed the lack of proximity between the two of you, and your mind has gone blank. and then he flicks your forehead sharply, bringing you back into reality muttering a string of curses.

"so," you begin.

"so." he repeats acting snide, although the fingers softly tracing patterns onto your back tell another story.

"i don't know," you admit.

"maybe we should kiss," he suggests. he's messing with you, you can tell by the droll twinkle in his eyes, but you decide to bite anyways.

"maybe we should."

his eyebrows lift up a little, almost imperceptibly. "do you want to?"

"if you want to," you confess, "i'm up for it."

for the second time that night, suna shifts you onto his lap again and kisses you again, although this time he likes it much better. he likes the feel of your lips on his, and he likes the way your hands tangle into his hair.

every movement of his oozes devotion; the way he kisses you is slow and fervent. if you were a god, he would be your loyalest worshipper. if you were a garden, he would spend every conscious second tending to its plants. if you loved him, he would give you the most romantic, passionate, flawless love story to ever have existed, happy ending and all.

and because you do love him, actually, you get to experience just that, courtesy of — although unbeknownst to you at that moment, the person you will go on to spend the rest of your life with — rintarou suna.

thanks for reading n following!!

love,

hyena

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@unbelovd said now she sleeps with one eye open , and that's the price she'll pay . ( h. duke -> JD ! )

“That seems a bit extreme.” He can’t help the wry grin that tugs at the corner of his mouth. “What’d she do, barf in your cereal?” JD has absolutely no idea who Heather’s talking about, and he honestly doesn’t care. He just thinks it’s fun to watch her fume her way into a fit of rage. “And what’d you do about it? Something that was a complete overreaction, I’m sure.”