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rose garden filled with thorns by galactictsukki
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
13 Jan 2026
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“I’m sorry, but my answer is no. Someone else might be willing to switch if you ask.”
“I can’t believe—this is unacceptable! I’m going to call the flight attendant over and get this sorted out right now!”
Flustered and cornered, Shane injects his Captain Voice into the conversation. “Ma’am, I understand that you’re upset, but I paid for this seat and am going to stay here. You’ll have to find someone else willing to change places or just fly with the seat you booked. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.”
She hisses like a goddamn tea kettle, and starts to say, “You are the most selfish man I’ve ever—” when another voice behind her says, “You are blocking my seat. Move.”
Shane and the woman turn to assess the new arrival. It turns out that his seat partner is well above six feet tall, ripped as hell, and knows how to deliver an excellent bitch face. He’s also the hottest man that Shane has ever seen in real life, including a chance run-in with Jensen Ackles at a Stars game.
Or, still!famous Shane meets non!famous Ilya on a cursed flight from Ottawa to Boston and kind of (totally) falls in love with him at first sight (and first chirp)
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- Part 1 of i love the players, you love the game
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Bookmarked by verdantstrider
18 Mar 2026
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i actually feel totally and completely normal about this fic. like, i'm soooo normal guys. coming right to you from normalville.
okay no seriously, my face HURTS from grinning like a loon (wahey) throughout almost the entirety of this
i'm a lesbian and their flirting had ME blushing like? hello? crazy work author, absolutely crazy, stunning work -
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“Prove it.”
Kaveh paused. Slowly, he turned around. “What?”
“Prove that you won’t fall in love.”
Kaveh tilted his head. “And how do you suggest I do that?”
“Date me,” said Al-Haitham. “Prove to me that you won’t fall in love.”
Kaveh keeps getting broken up with and is on the verge of giving up on love when Al-Haitham propositions him.
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Bookmarked by verdantstrider
09 Sep 2024
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ghost, why are you reading and bookmarking fics at 1 in the goddamn morning pt. 5978
have you ever read a fic that makes your teeth fucking hurt, but like in a really, really good way? yeah, that’s this fic. the attention to detail drives me insane actually -
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“I mean, do you ever stop and think about who your anonymous friend might be?" Tighnari says. "Or like, maybe it’s someone you already know or some random guy in one of your classes.”
“No,” Kaveh says, thinking. “With my luck, if I did know him already, then he would probably be the worst person I know. Someone like Al-Haitham.” The thought is so absurd that he stops and laughs. “But that would be fucking awful.”
In Kaveh's humble opinion, the title for The Worst Guy In The World is tied between four people: the asshole in his Tuesday eight am, the employee behind the library email account, the guy writing the university's advice column, and the student that the professor he assists always complains about.
It would only be too convenient if they were all the same person. (They are.)
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Bookmarked by verdantstrider
13 Aug 2024
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get you a man who can do all four: annoy you, annoy you, annoy you, and send you lines from your favorite poems that make your heart hurt in the most beautiful of ways
- kaveh -
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Are you gloating? Are you trying to get me to leave? Kaveh wanted to ask. Do you even care?
But that was the whole point, wasn’t it? That Al-Haitham did care. That was why he found out what he did about Sachin and Kaveh’s father, and it was Kaveh who had to come to terms with the fact that he’d been wrong.
Do you regret staying with me?
Kaveh swallowed. “Even…even that. I do not regret it.”
tfw when your ex-best friend turned terrible roommate never actually saw you as his ex-best friend
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Bookmarked by verdantstrider
07 Jul 2024
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if you don’t put whatever gods-damned thing you’re holding down right now (within reason) and read this fic, i. i won’t do anything but i will be VERY disappointed.
it’s after midnight and normally i would have a more coherent response to this but. alas.
it’s just. it’s about returning home. even making a new one, together, with a stronger foundation and walls and beautiful windows and warm paint colors. making coffee for each other in the morning, sharing a cup and a glance while soft sunlight filters in and colors everything in shades of gold and new beginnings.
that’s them. -
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But with his legs sandwiched between Ratio’s thick thighs, resting his head on the soft pillow of his wet chest, he remembers why he makes an exception for baths. Ratio's tub is enormous, there's plenty of room for both of them. They plaster themselves together regardless, just to keep skin on skin. His ass is sticking out of the water, but the excessive bubbles cover it, keeping him warm. One of Ratio’s arms slides around his shoulders, tracing wet patterns onto slick skin. The other hangs over the edge of the bath, dripping water onto the floor
Ratio and Aventurine, aftercare, a bathtub, and domesticity that Aventurine still isn't sure he's happy to be a part of.
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- Part 7 of Ratiorine NSFW Week 2024
Bookmarked by verdantstrider
02 Jul 2024
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stop. stop, and please read this. by gods, they are making a HOME in each other. excuse me while i sob pathetically into a midnight bowl of cereal because that last paragraph has me vaguely incoherent and in my honey nut feelios.