14 Works by phile
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“Still don’t trust me, Omi?” Atsumu bats his eyelashes at Kiyoomi’s irked expression.
“The last time that happened, I was forced into a PR relationship with a junkie who has a dick for brains.”
“Hey—two dicks? I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Atsumu Miya is a top model known for his debauchery with a lengthy track record of hot scandals, from crashing afterparties to sleeping with anybody within a two-mile radius. Kiyoomi Sakusa is a top model known for his deadly work ethic, who would strangle Atsumu if given the chance. The biggest event of the season, Fashion Week, is on its way, and to save their careers, Atsumu and Kiyoomi have to convince the industry they are good people. And what do good people do? Fall in love, apparently.
TLDR; atsusaku + models/fake dating/enemies to fwb to lovers/slow burn/dark comedy!AU
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a moral decision presents itself in rintarou’s head. he could think about something depressing like old people eating alone or morbid like his fingers being chopped off and get his boner down like a rational being, or he could take the easier route and jack himself off to the thought of his potentially-taken fuck buddy he hasn’t talked to in months and hates with all his gut, but also kind of misses said fuck buddy’s dick.rintarou grabs the hand lotion from the coffee table.
rintarou doesn’t deserve to be jealous, though it won’t matter when there’s a vibrator deep in his ass and he’s moaning to atsumu’s name on the screen like a goddamn pornstar.
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And still, the thought of Angel—Angel’s mouth—cannot bear to rid itself.
How the breath of Death, Aki wonders, could feel so warm.
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“your hair,” motoya unthinkingly curls his fingers below rintarou’s nape, “it’s getting long.”
rintarou discovers that free haircuts and intimacy go hand in hand.
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Atsumu knows this—from the lone Mikasa ball lulling between worn sneakers, to the dark side of the moon, to the heart that even his own nimble fingers will always miss by the millimeter.
Before anything, Kita Shinsuke is untouchable.
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- Part 2 of i'll give you all my life, my seasons
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rintarou can close his eyes and wish for atsumu’s hands around his neck all he wants, but it will only stay a pipe dream until then.
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friday night on the sofa was skittering touches, crumbling green, and too close to see one another through the smoke.
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for them, the game doesn’t end inbound. it buries here, in the grimy steam of a locker room, between bruised lips and blood on teeth.
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“Not bad seeing yer face.”
Rintarou liked to think this meant, I missed you.
Rintarou falls in love quietly, the same way summer breeze creeps under your shirt and kisses your neck.
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- Part 1 of i'll give you all my life, my seasons
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The white lotus ripples the pond surface and bares its naked body towards the cloudless sky. Tooru coaxes this bloom, and Hajime unravels so: unabashed, divine, fearless.
The Iwaizumi clan has continued to dutifully serve the Oikawa family’s rule over Sendai for generations. General Hajime lives by this, sworn by the blade over his heart that bleeds the purest of loyalty. Young Lord Tooru only lives to disprove such redundancies.
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Iwaizumi Hajime and Kuroo Tetsurou are roommates. Reading in between the lines, it can get complicated.
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we’re not even dating, mark thinks bitterly, watching the words dawn in jaebum. we’re just two lonely people sharing company.
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Intergalactic flight training gone wrong, Solmiiran space cadet Mark finds himself on an abandoned lunar colony, thousands of light-years away from home.
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"Why did you kiss me, that day?"
Henry blinked once, then twice, but I knew he knew exactly what I was referring to. Then, to my surprise, he sent me an amused, pitying look, as if I was a child asking him if dinosaurs were still alive. As if he couldn't quite believe yet that I was questioning such. I braced myself.
"Because I wanted to."
(originally titled: i prefer to think of poetry as redistribution of melancholy)