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And what is pride, anyway? What is enjoyment? The swell of trumpet-fanfare in your chest, screaming out involuntarily from behind your teeth, leaving hot breath hanging in the air? The clog of something sticky sweet in your arteries, pushing its way to your heart, trying to kill you? Or, what? You think it’s something softer? Something more suited for the human body to hold?
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- Part 3 of the dictionary of love
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Maybe desire is not a variable at all, but more of an event horizon. Maybe desire is something that occurs in the dark heart of a collapsed star, and maybe you do not notice it until you are atomizing and being ripped apart into nothingness. Maybe Akaashi is flesh and statistic and volleyball and sticky tangerine juice clumsying his hands, and maybe Bokuto is a black hole. Maybe Akaashi never had a choice, and he is better at wanting things than he thought.
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(or: bokuaka as i see it in almost 5k words)Series
- Part 2 of the dictionary of love
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Atsumu grits his teeth and nods.
“My bad,” he grounds out. “Some people just make it so hard to keep my mouth shut.”
Kita’s hand reaches out, closing around the back of Atsumu’s neck and squeezing. A warning.
“My sincerest apologies,” Kita says to the prince. “This is my top bounty hunter, and he will get himself in check.”
“I should hope so,” Sakusa replies coldly.
“Thankfully,” Kita continues. “You both will have plenty of time to get acquainted. I would offer only my best to His Highness while he is here.” The words dawn on Atsumu like he’s staring into an alien maw poised to swallow him whole. “Sakusa, Miya Atsumu is undeniably the greatest alien hunter in the realm, and he will be training you for the duration of your time with us.”
Atsumu watches the top half of the prince’s face morph from bafflement to outright fury.
Their eyes meet again. Spark to flame.
And Atsumu thinks, ‘Well, fuck. This oughta be good.‘
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(or, the sci-fi SakuAtsu fic in which Atsumu is a blaster-slinging alien hunter and Sakusa is a relentlessly beautiful prince) -
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It is the rule of things; the cyclical nature of the Earth’s orbit around the sun, or geese migrating in the winter and returning home just in time to face blooming spring. Oikawa has to leave, and so does Hajime. Oikawa is sailing South on steady wings, and Hajime is stumbling his way through his own destiny, hunting for something in the blistering heat of Irvine, California. It is summer in Miyagi, and the air sparkles with sun, and Oikawa flies off into the endless blue of the sky and doesn’t look back.
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(the fic in which iwaizumi and oikawa make me sick to my stomach)Series
- Part 1 of the dictionary of love
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4 Times Miya Atsumu Took a Shot + 1 Time He Didn't by YourLocalStressedPoet
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!
04 May 2026
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“Really, Samu.” Atsumu meets his twin’s stare. As familiar as the mirror. As warm as coming home. “Admit it. Yer bein’ sweet to me.”
Osamu shrugs. He pushes the glass into Atsumu’s hand.
“Don’t gotta take it if ya don’t wanna,” he says. “But I figured you’d need it. And I think I know ya pretty damn well by now.”
Miya Atsumu is not bothered by his occasionally very obvious and glaring character flaws. He is not an alcoholic. He knows this to be true about himself.
So, on the morning of his wedding, he begins the day with a shot of vodka.
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The wedding spin-off, as promised! This is an offshoot of "my name in your mouth", so it would be best to read that first to understand the universe and the references!
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- Part 3 of House of Cards
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Sakusa Kiyoomi is pretty, slouched against a bar. He’s got a tight black turtleneck that molds to his skin, and the golden lights above their heads contour him like they were designed for that express purpose. His hair falls in nicely coiffed curls, inky black. His eyes are dark, dark, dark. Atsumu smiles at him, putting all his charm into it.
Sakusa looks downright murderous. Atsumu wonders if he should feel fear.
“They warned me about Inarizaki’s hair-brained heir to the House,” Sakusa sneers. “Nothing could have prepared me for such inane levels of incompetency.”
“Did’jya swallow a dictionary before ya came out tonight, Omi-Omi?”
“I would have swallowed arsenic if I’d known you’d be here.”
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(the SakuAtsu Yakuza AU that nobody asked for)Series
- Part 1 of House of Cards
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There wasn’t really venom in anybody's tones. It was just a harsh reality. Soldiers did not get to fall in love.
Because at the end of the day, that was all they’d ever been allowed to be. Princes or otherwise. Iwaizumi watched Oikawa lean forward to grab his drink. The lines of him were almost blurred. He was as beautiful as all the history Iwaizumi had learned about. He’d never been tangible either. Iwaizumi would make himself a killer if it meant he got Oikawa. He would be any sort of bloody, prophetic weapon. Each and every time, he would choose a drawn sword if it meant he could keep his heart.
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the fic in which Oikawa is a magical prince and Iwaizumi is his ever-dutiful solider
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“What if he’s reconsidering everything right now?” Oikawa cries into a tissue. “What if I get out there and he’s realized he’s much, much, too good for me, and he doesn’t even show up, and I lose Hajime—“
“Yeah, yeah,” Makki interrupts. “He proposed while sniveling like an idiot because he hates you. He told me himself.”
Oikawa lets out a loud wail.
Makki winces. Okay, he reasons. Maybe not the time.
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the fic in which Oikawa and Iwaizumi are getting married and literally everyone attends the wedding -
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“Got me all figured out, don’t ya, Omi-Omi?”
Sakusa looks over. Atsumu’s gaze remains steadily upwards. He’s like cut crystal, or curling incense— 'By you, I was properly humbled'—, like he’s too good to be true, really; like he’ll catch on Sakusa’s clothes and imprint himself there, a warm, hazy memory in Sakusa’s nose.
“Yeah,” Sakusa says. “Something like that.”
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the fic in which i had to keep a box of tissues nearby
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“Oikawa,” he says, eyes closed. Everything is choked in his throat. He can’t look at the man in front of him. “You are the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”
He doesn’t limit it to volleyball. It wouldn’t be true, then.
“You can’t see me with your eyes closed,” Oikawa murmurs.
Iwaizumi looks at him, lifting his head. There’s tears, falling from Oikawa's eyes as if they’re scared to impose. Not a waterfall, not a river. His eyes are red and a little puffy now, his cheeks pink. Moonlight cards through his hair, dips into his eyes. There’s the pale line of his throat, and his other hand curled into a fist at his side. His face is solemn in a way it rarely is. He’s genuine, here. Rare. Raw.
“You’re perfect,” Iwaizumi repeats, eyes wide open, because it’s all he knows how to say.
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IwaOi. That's really... all I have to say
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Sakusa's got a helmet tucked under his arm, his face mask nowhere to be seen. Atsumu’s mouth drops open. He’s not even going to pretend it doesn’t. He’s gaping, fully, at Sakusa Kiyoomi, standing in front of a fucking motorcycle. It burrows in his stomach, makes something stir and shift.
'God,' Atsumu thinks. 'He’s really going to kill me.'
Sakusa lifts one clean eyebrow.
“Problem, Miya?”
'Okay,' Atsumu thinks. 'Now he’s trying to.'
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the fic in which Sakusa has a motorcycle and Atsumu really likes greek mythology
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They walk quietly, side by side. Snow covers the park around them, turning the whole world white. Akaashi wears it well; no squinting, no struggle. It outlines him. Tsukishima would say he glimmers, but that’s not quite right. He is razor, and ceremonial sword. He is the hushed feeling of prayer.
“I love the snow,” Akaashi says after a while. “It’s comforting.”
Tsukishima feels his nose wrinkle.
“Comforting is an odd word for it.”
“You can’t hide from it,” Akaashi explains, in that same mild tone. “It’s pure. It’s… exposing.”
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- Part 2 of give yourself a try
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“You can want me. I promise, you’ll survive it.”
Mattsun shoots him a thin, languid smile.
“Somehow,” he says, “I doubt that.”
Mattsun scoops up his phone and wallet, dropping them both deep into his pockets and making for the door. Tendou watches him go. He's draped in a thin white sheet, whispering over his long, pale frame. His eyes are keen. Mattsun flutters his hand behind him in a lazy goodbye, and Tendou calls out, “Until next time, Issei.”
Mattsun stops at the door. He doesn’t look at Tendou when he replies, “Of course, Satori.”
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- Part 3 of give yourself a try
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crossfire (the savor of you) by YourLocalStressedPoet
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
25 Nov 2025
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It was different from when they debated. It was softer. Less lung, more heart.
Henry turned back to Alex as Pez exited the stage, face smoothing back into practiced politeness, cheeks going a bit red at Alex’s stare.
“What?” he asked defensively.
Alex smiled and waved his hand, turning his attention to the flower arrangement at the center of the table. Daffodils, baby’s breath, roses, amaryllis. He felt the moment in the marrow of his teeth, sweet and open like a cavity.
“Nothing,” Alex said. “Nothing at all.”
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Tooru Oikawa likes his jury deliberations quick. He likes it cutthroat, and unempathetic. If you find me guilty, will I hear from you again? They both took an oath. They put their hands on a heavy, heavy Bible. It’s all hearsay, really, it’s all word of mouth. It’s Oikawa’s sighs, caught on the dark ceiling of a penthouse apartment, no one to testify or witness. It’s the pads of his fingers, pressing Kuroo to his chest for a beat too long, but they’re the only ones who could say so. Tooru Oikawa has always thought of love as a guilty act. Will you call me again when the gavel falls? Behind the verdict and the whispers, will I be yours? Could I be?
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- Part 1 of give yourself a try
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riley kaye's favorite by YourLocalStressedPoet
Fandoms: State V. Charlie Martin, State of Midlands Universe - American Mock Trial Association, Mock Trial 2025
16 Nov 2025
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“Martin,” Riley laughs.
Another hit. Hazy air, and moonlight filtering across his eyes. Riley’s hands, pushing his shoulders, pulling him down, down, down. His bare back, landing heavy against a satin pillow. Riley’s smile. Blood red wine, his fingers being folded around the stem of a glass. The sweet, cloying scent of cologne, wrapping around him. The concept of penance, of redemption, of paying for something on his knees, with his head bowed. Riley’s fangs; the flash of them.
“Baby,” Riley croons.
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guys this is actually fucking insane read at your own risk, I wrote this instead of rereading my case law
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Oikawa hummed. Gathering his thoughts. A bit of his collarbone showed from where his shirt collar dipped. The rings on his fingers glinted like they always did. Little bits of a prophecy made all for Oikawa. Pieces of a grand, dangerous destiny. In the kitchen with Iwaizumi, popcorn between them and a glittering sky across from them, it felt inconsequential. Moonlight made his skin shine softly. He was all wrist and limb and tender, hidden heart.
“I mean that I’m going to be better than he was,” Oikawa said at last. “I’ve always known it.”
Iwaizumi watched him in the dark, staring out at the stars. Luminous. Wanting.
Iwaizumi leaned back against the cabinets.
“Yeah,” he agreed softly. “You will be.”
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(the IwaOi Yakuza fic nobody asked for)Series
- Part 2 of House of Cards
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nothing in reverence by YourLocalStressedPoet
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
28 Oct 2022
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“You’re the worst parts of me, personified.”
Wilbur’s smile came quick and sharp. The sun slipped below the horizon.
“Would you rather I show you what you want to see?” Wilbur asked, taking one step closer. “Would you rather I be kind? Gentle?”
Another step.
Quackity looked up into his face. For a moment, he almost looked afraid.
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tommyinnit's magic necklace by YourLocalStressedPoet
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
23 Aug 2022
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It had been a bit since he’d worked a night shift, and the lock was difficult. He fought with his key, grunting a bit in frustration, trying to remember which way he was supposed to wiggle it to come free.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Tommy muttered to himself.
From behind him, there was a chuckle.
“Who’s there?” he asked, whirling around, as if that wasn’t asking to be murdered.
Just as Tommy was about to turn tails and run- fuck the key still stuck in the lock- a figure emerged from the shadows. He was tall; broad shoulders, lazy gait.
Instead of a face, the man wore a white mask, painted with a smiley face.
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(the fic in which tommy has a very magical necklace and there are people who would stop at nothing to get it. VERY SBI centric, although crimeboys hold a special place in my heart)
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i'm standing here, heart in my hand by YourLocalStressedPoet
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
23 Aug 2022
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“I ask for no more than I always have,” Dream said. “Your trust, George. Trust me. I’m dealing with it.”
Dream slid his hand up to the back of George’s neck and leaned their foreheads together; smooth white clay against soft porcelain skin. Dream longed to feel him skin-to-skin. No gloves or armor or masks.
George pulled in a deep breath.
“Of course,” he murmured. “Of course I trust you."
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a small one-shot about dream and george during george's reign
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