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finnick odair who refuses to wear sunscreen (he claims he’s “used to the sun”) but then gets burnt and whines like a baby and begs you to put aloe vera on him!!! you pretend to be reluctant about it but actually you’re happy for the excuse to rub your hands all over his toned back and shoulders <3 and the pretty sounds he makes when you do it are also a perk <33

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hi!! could you write something about r and finnick in the quarter quell and they are in an established relationship? maybe j how they are with each other in general, and how others perceive them? hope that makes sense xxx

hi lovely, you requested this forever ago but I hope you’re still around to read it!! thank you for your request x

finnick odair x tribute!reader (quarter quell)

“It’s so hot.”

Finnick hums beside you. You’re both stretched out on the damp jungle floor, sweat shining on your foreheads. It’s so sticky in here. Peeta’s alseep a little ways to your left, and you and Finnick are supposed to be asleep too, but it’s much too hot for that. Katniss is perched on a rock keeping watch.

Your boyfriend props himself up on one elbow. Despite the heat, despite the frankly terrible day you’ve had, despite everything, he’s still so pretty. And he’s still yours. For as long as you can both stay alive, at least.

“Do you want me to get you some more water?” He asks. The tips of his curls glow in the soft white moonlight. He brings a hand to your face and brushes some hair from your cheek, tucking it behind your ear. “Might help.”

You nod, turning your head to the side to kiss his palm. You think it’s sweet that he’s still trying to make this okay for you, even though it’s far from that. “That would be nice.”

“Alright. I’ll be two seconds, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

He squeezes your shoulder before getting up and moving away. You hear him ask Katniss for the spile, hear the thud thud thud as he knocks it into a tree.

A few quiet moments pass, and then there’s a soft rustling to your left. You startle, but it’s just Peeta, rolling onto his back. Apparently the heat’s keeping him up, too.

“He’s different to what I expected,” he says quietly.

You roll onto your side. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs one shoulder. “I don’t know. I guess I just … didn’t expect him to be so nice. He’s really lovely to you.”

You hum. You get what he means. Finnick might put on a show of arrogance, but it’s nothing but that. Just a show, for the Capitol, for Snow. Alone with you, with the people he cares about, he’s the sun, warm and bright.

“Yeah,” you agree softly. “He’s lovely.”

Heavy footsteps crunch towards you and Finnick appears out of the half dark, a leaf cupped in his hand, water sloshing inside of it.

“Hey.” He kneels next to you, grinning, his dimples sinking into his tanned cheeks. “What’re we talking about?”

You lift yourself onto your elbows and smile at him. “Just you.”

“Oh, really?” Finnick raises his eyebrows as he gets one hand behind your back, helping you sit up properly. He brings the leaf to your mouth and helps you drink, his hand steady at the small of your back. “Were you telling Peeta how good of a boyfriend I am?”

Peeta audibly sighs, but you just smile at Finnick, properly lovelorn.

“Uh-huh,” you nod. “Something like that.”

Finnick grins wolfishly and presses a chaste kiss to your mouth.

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what do you guys think previous year frostheim was like

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TEXTS W RIN! ✮

✭ afab!reader, drinking, a hell lot of flirting, mentions of injuries, sunas a little shit

©ctrlkenma, 2025.

i woke up w 120+ notifs lmfao u guys r amazing ily

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yearner!suna whose feelings lingered in his chest like a whistle that never blew, a game that never ended.

he just finished training, towel draped over his shoulder, scrolling through tiktok when a notification popped up.

buzz from a group chat, chatter from college friends' he never bothered to answer.

he was about to swipe it away, until your name caught his eye.

you: hiii, who's still around ___? and won't mind if i catch a ride.

his fingers paused, hovering over the screen.

you: my car's in the shop. it's really pouring out here 😭

the ache he buried, no matter how hard he tried, returned so fast he didn't bother pretending it ever left.

he was already standing. and without thinking, without planning, he typed.

suna: i’m in the area. i’ll pick you up.

a lie. of course.

because what was the truth, if not something he'd be willing to bend for you?

he was at least thirty minutes out, across the city. maybe fifteen if he blew past every red light.

carelessly tossing his duffel bag into the back seat, slamming the door shut, turning the ignition.

rain tapping the windshield, the city unfolded ahead in smeared lights, and he drove as though the ache in his chest might ease if he were to outrun it.

yearner!suna despised how it lingered—haunting the narrative—his heart was yours, completely.

it was there in a way he could never let his heart settle to anyone that came after.

it was there when he realized that even after all these years, he still didn't know how to stop loving you.

an ache of unspoken words, of dreams left unshared.

yearner!suna arrives in record time, breaking a few traffic laws in the process. tires hissed against the drenched pavement as he pulled up with hazard lights already flashing.

yearner!suna spots you immediately through the rain-streaked windshield. standing beneath a bus stop awning, arms tucked around yourself, eyes flicking between puddles and passing cars.

yearner!suna who could only think about how cold you must've been.

and then, he's out the door.

grabbing the umbrella, the rain swallowing him whole in an instant.

yearner!suna runs, shoes splashing, hoodie clinging to his frame before he reached the curb.

you looked up, eyes widened.

yearner!suna stopping in front of you, chest heaving, clothes soaked, arm raised as he positions the umbrella above your head.

he didn't say anything.

there were so many things he wouldn't say.

like how he would've driven across cities for, across years, across words left unsaid.

like how he hated how you always looked like you belonged with him.

like how he wondered, late at night, if you were thinking about him too.

rain was dripping down his sleeves.

you stepped closer—just enough for the umbrella to shelter him. droplets slid down the side of his face, your thumb brushed it away.

you both stare at each other. in the rain. in silence. in peace.

yearning boyfriend!suna whose ache did not vanish. it had found its place, softer now. no longer a heavy burden.

maybe that's all he ever wanted. to not rid of the ache, but to carry it like this.

with you.

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do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

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hi arcana twilight fans heres an ingame ss that is yoai

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Arcana twilight except nothing has changed

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YURI KATSUKI & VICTOR NIKIFOROV IN YURI!!! ON ICE (2016)

When I open up, he meets me where I am.

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me springing into action when a girl tells me to do anything

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cw: cannibalism, blood, murder, heavier gore warning on this one (description of an eyeball taken out of its socket more specifically)

no one asked but yukimiya is a serial killer cannibal in cannibal!au.

he is also your sweet, seemingly innocuous friend that you may or may not have a crush on. part of you wants to believe that he feels the same way, since you've noticed he gives you a rather specialized attention, but you'd be lying if you said he wasn't hard to read.

but he's lovely to be around, lovelier when it's just the two of you alone. he'll stay close to you in public spaces as your own human shield. he always reminds you of your guys' friday movie nights—asking if you were still up for it (you always are, when are you not?). he always makes a compliment regarding your appearance whenever you meet up, something to set a good foundation for the day.

but every once in a while, you'll catch him staring at you in rather adoring manner, this quiet smile on his lips as he looks at you. it makes you giddily nervous, knowing that he has this spotlight for you and you alone.

"is there something on my face?" you ask him one time, dabbing around your cheeks.

yukimiya shakes his head, smile still settled.

"oh no," he says. "i was just... just admiring your eyes, that's all. they're beautiful, i hope you know that."

you blink in a doe-like manner, a curious ponder in your innocent gaze. yukimiya's own tangerine hues soften at your surprise, making him chuckle affectionately at your modesty that arrives not a moment later.

"sorry, i didn't mean to fluster you," he excuses, "hope i didn't weird you out."

"oh no," you laugh lightly, waving his apology away. "not at all. i just... no one really has told me that before. i didn't think my eyes were all that enticing."

yukimiya hums, allowing himself to stare at you again when you don't shy away from him, letting him be lost in your gaze, too embarassed at his sudden compliment to see the darker resolve that he hides behind his glasses.

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the woman's wheezes come to a stop eventually when the last bit of blood needed for a pulse bleeds out.

yukimiya sighs in relief, gripping his hand around the knife plunged deep in her body and recklessly pulling it out, wincing when some blood sprays his face. he draws a tongue over his teeth, swallowing the bundle of saliva built up in his mouth as he gets off of the body of his former date now laid face down on the floor of his apartment. foolish girl, didn't anyone tell you not to trust strangers?

he pushes her body to face right-side up, allowing her face to stare up at him, the life completely gone from her eyes. he grins when he sees the familiarity of the deadened gaze and lowers himself down, taking the knife and carving out the skin around her eye sockets to better space the area out.

he snacks on the bit of meat, the sucking on the blood from the piece of eyelid, spitting out the mascara-caked lashes as he continues working his way through. she tastes okay—he's had better though. he assumes the alcohol from the wine in her system had melded in her blood a little bit. he's not too fond of the bitter aftertaste.

yukimiya sees it suddenly, that little fleshy arm from behind the eyeball. his fingers shove their way through the hollowed-out socket and pinches it between his middle and index, then cupping the eyeball around his palm and giving it a harsh tug.

the eyeball and its muscle disconnects from inside—mission success. with a blood-smeared hand, yukimiya pops it into his mouth, then goes to chew and suck off the leftover muscle framing around the gummy orb, being careful not to impact it directly.

he spits it back out as the sweet blood and meat from the muscle slither down his throat contently. delicate fingers go to pinch the eyeball and he holds it up to the light. a perfectly rounded shape, a pristine white all over with a beautiful rim of amber around the pupil. no signs of glaucoma, jaundice, or broken blood vessels anywhere.

he thinks this'll be a good piece to his collection, a good possible replacement. it looks rather close enough to his own.

it's not long until yukimiya takes out her other eye, placing the two into a jar of solution to keep them hydrated and ready if ever the case. he takes it to a private room in his complex, this darkened cupboard hidden away that holds other jars of eyes with some that mirror his own, some in different colors—but all healthy and pristine.

yukimiya admires his collection for a bit, welcoming the newest addition, but suddenly feels a vibrating in his pocket. he takes his phone out and blinks at the bright screen that lights up the dim room, the leftover adrenaline he felt from earlier bespeckling his vision with a few black spots that he attempts to blink away.

he presses the accept button.

"hiya," your voice rings from the other end.

"hey there," he chimes. "what's up?"

"movie night is still a-go?" you question.

yukmiya winces. right, today is friday, and he said last time you could come over to his place. but with the current body bleeding out in his living room, he feels as though he's going to need more than a couple of hours to completely discard the body. taking it apart and storing its flesh for later often takes a few hours, and yukimiya is not one to waste food for the sake of time.

"yeah, yeah," he hums. "but is it okay if we do at your place today? sorry, they're doing some construction outside my building and i'd hate for the noise to interfere."

your laughter echoes from the other end. "haha, no problem. could you give me an extra half-hour, though? i need to clean my place up."

yukimiya assures you that it's fine and bids you a temporary goodbye, agreeing to meet up soon. he sighs, going to stretch his limbs for a bit and opening up his camera roll to find a particular photo of you that he finds himself admiring a few times in the week, a soft smile on his lips as he traces a finger over your eyes, hues bright and attentive at the camera he had focused on you one night.

they really are one of your best features, aren't they?

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good news for you he only yells crazy style

Started playing Tokyo debunker bc I thought it was gonna be a murder mystery horror game but the voice acting is so good that I kinda wanna keep playing just for that instead. Still not really sure what kind of game it is buy as long as Fuji Kaito is still hollering Crazy style I will keep playing it

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NikiRinHime being my worst ot3

Stolen from this post

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Using a Cater plushie to block him from giving you a kissy and the next thing you know, he’s pouting and whining, clinging onto your waist with the most pathetic wet cat look known to mankind.

It’s all calculated, of course, but you don’t have to know that. All you need to do is to look at his sad little green eyes and his trembling lips… you’ll give in to him, won’t you? He just wants to give you a kissy all over~

Why are you hugging that Cater plushie so tightly… y’know, the real one’s right here, right? He’s bigger, much more huggable, and so much more warmer, no?

As if to prove his point, you feel the warmth of Cater’s chest press against your back, his breath panning against your ear. His arms wrap themselves around you, giving you firm, affectionate squeeze.

You see? Isn’t he so much more nicer? Don’t you wanna just throw your hands around him and hug him ever so tenderly? Dontcha?

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