girls hit your hallelujah

[melocoton]

O P E N P O S T
❝ all my life, i've dreamed about true love and fairytales... ❞

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BREAKS THIS PUPPY IN

[immense]

bonus, but not necessary

YESS

[trashykawa]

[ the thing about being an angel is you get to try all kinds of different career paths. being immortal is great like that. oikawa's been everything from a volleyball coach (his absolute favorite) to a baseball player to a teacher to now, a barista at a coffee shop, and he will admit, this one's grown on him a little bit. he spends most of his days flirting with girls, writing their names on cups with hearts beside them, getting phone numbers left and right, often competing with the other baristas to see who can get more. oikawa always wins because he's oikawa. he knows how to be charming, how to make girls love him, but despite his collection of phone numbers (they keep them in three jars behind a desk, oikawa's fuller than anyone else's) there's something missing.

its the same thing that's always missing, and when oikawa finds it this time around, it's seven in the morning on a wednesday. a completely normal wednesday. it's a little chilly out--the girls come in with flushed cheeks from the cold, giggling and shoving each other as they go up to order. oikawa smiles sweetly at them all, compliments their hair, their eyes, flirts like it's going out of style, and then he looks up with the tinkle of the bell of their door, and makes eye contact with iwaizumi hajime.

oikawa squeezes the cup in his hand, staring past the girls behind him, his hand still halfway to the espresso machine for someone's non-fat-double-white-chocolate-mocha-with-no-cream (he'd already forgotten her name and just written 'beautiful' on the cup ) and fuck if he was going to remember her name now. his bullet train thought process of hajime, hajime, hajime pounds so hard in his head that oikawa can't even function, can only feel the heat and warmth of soulmate digging into his chest, down his back where his tattoos are burned into his skin. the girls look curious, but his gaze doesn't leave the "stranger" who just walked in, his heart pounding so hard in his chest that it takes every ounce of oikawa's composure to not jump the counter, and he looks at him, checks his hand--no wedding ring. no ring, maybe no girlfriend, maybe--

and it's when he gets closer and takes off his coat that oikawa notices the tattoos, and that's when he drops his coffee. ] Aaah!!

[immense]

[ iwaizumi's life isn't the best - not because it's necessarily bad, don't get him wrong, but it's not easy. no one's life ever is, really. he understands that, and he doesn't complain because of it. sure, his life wasn't easy growing up. sure, he struggled and fought and survived by the skin on his teeth - but he did survive. moved towns, moved scenes, started his own tattoo shop. he doesn't like to dwell on his past, so he doesn't. he just moves on.

that's why he packed up and moved across the country like he did - to a city he'd never been to before, with no one around. he picked up some handyman jobs and did some extra construction work to pick up some cash. borrowed some from a few friends he made here, put a down-payment on the store, settled. the grand opening was only a few months away and with his buddies' help he'd been able to get most of the interior lined up, the materials bought. now it was just a matter of getting a good group of people to come by for opening night and doing work.

he's got most of the day free until one of his friends can come by later that night to help figure out some of the electrical wiring near the back, so iwaizumi goes exploring. window shops through a couple of the stores around his. he finds a cafe down the road, notices that it seems to have a steady stream of customers, and he figures it wouldn't be a bad idea to people watch for a little bit. see who the foot traffic will be. he walks in and finds the place pretty cozy, if a little packed. he weighs getting in that line and decides that making sure he has a place to sit is more important, so he pulls off his jacket to set on the chair.

then there's the crash, and when he turns back, the barista looks more than just a little surprised. almost comically so, with his wide eyes and open mouth. iwaizumi finds himself holding back a soft chuckle, the smirk breaking out a little as he pushes the chair with his jacket over it back to the table and then turns to the bar and starts to look over the blackboard up on the wall for the menu. ]

THIS IS STILL ME... this account just has better icons atm

[talentedly]

[ oh my god. oh my god. it seems like that's all oikawa can say to himself as he drops to the floor, heart pounding in his chest so loud he can hear it in his ear drums. finding your soulmate is always sort of an experience. on the one hand, there's absolute, devouring happiness--just seeing iwaizumi's grumpy face across the bar was enough to make oikawa's whole chest burst into butterflies. on the other? they never know you at first sight, you only know how long it's been, they could be married/dating/otherwise involved, and worst of all, this could only be a three second encounter. some lifetimes you get to live out a whole one together; others pass in a flash, a blink and you'll miss it encounter on a train.

oikawa will not let this be the latter.

however, at the moment, he's currently a little occupied. shit, shit, shit, shit, who allowed iwaizumi to do that? does his mom know he has all those tattoos? he finds himself thinking this a little dizzily as he's cleaning up spilled coffee off the floor, letting kuroo take over with the girl he'd be working with previously, but before he can even say anything to the next guy in line, oikawa bashes his fist into his shoe with his foot to make sure he doesn't even dare and pops back up, turning his charm back up to eleven. ]

Sorry about that! I guess the cup was slippery. [ and, leaning forward, oikawa rests his chin on his fist, smiling his best smile. it almost works except his ears are still bright red. ] Can I help you pick something out? You look a little lost~

OH NO WHO IS THIS....

[immense]

[ there’s something entirely too endearing about that flash of embarrassment he sees cross the barista’s face as he drops down behind the bar. he’s never really bothered with anything when it came to other people. he was raised not to be an asshole, raised to stand his ground, raised - by the streets, by himself - that the people around him are having just as hard a time. he gets mad, he gets angry, he gets violent - but he can watch a barista drop a cup and he can watch an entire cafe turn to look at him and he can see that face, smiling, built back up, when he comes to stand, and he can think wow, that’s impressive.

it doesn’t help that he’s actually…kind of cute.

so iwaizumi gives a small smile in return, shaking his head. ] Don’t worry about it. [ because in the grand scheme of things, it really doesn’t matter. and does that smile from the barista make his chest tighten a little? no one will ever know. ] Sure. This is my first time here.

slides over

[thekinged]

slams into this so hard for so many reasons

[kablam]

[ hinata shouyou did not want to start his pokemon journey with kageyama tobio. let's just get some things very, very clear.

see, it had all started when hinata had gotten into an argument with somebody about their pokemon. that somebody claimed that type differences were the most important thing and there was no way any fire pokemon could ever have beaten a water pokemon. hinata thought that was a load of bullshit, because he and star lord (star for short) could easily beat anybody on sheer willpower.

they lost, of course, because there was not a fat chance in hell that star could beat a pokemon five levels above him and a type mismatch, but there was no way hinata was letting that be the end of it. besides, it had been a really good match, and star had handled it amazingly, and hinata knew he would. so he knew a rematch with the guy was going to have to happen. which is why he started following him.

and following him.

and following him.

four towns and four gym badges each later (and a race to the gym each time--they were currently tied, two for two) hinata and kageyama are an odd pair, but a pair nonetheless. hinata's not sure if he'd call the guy his friend, but they'd found out that they were freakishly good together in combo for double matches somewhere along the way, so, maybe his 'tolerating' turned into 'kind of enjoying his presence' but hinata'd have to be on the end of somebody's hyper beam to admit that one out loud.

at the moment, he's lying on his back in the pokemon center with star curled up near kageyama's pokemon, her flamed ridge giving their little area a low light. it's dark enough that hinata can see the stars over his head in the glass ceiling, and quiet enough with other trainers sleeping in rooms (that they couldn't afford, so the floor it is) that he can pretty much hear kageyama munching on a snack next to him. ]

Oi, pass me one? [ he whispers, making a grabby hand for the meat bun where his head's a little too close to kageyama's, just loud enough so he can hear him. maybe they're not friends, but they're...partners, or something. in the calm moments like this, it kind of feels like they're friends.

(a friend that hinata's going to crush the next time they go up against each other, but, still.) ]

cracks knuckles

[thekinged]

[ The thing about Hinata is that Kageyama has generally had no idea what to do with him ever since they met. Compete with him? Yes, absolutely. Throttle into the dirt? At every chance he can. But when he left home with Akio, he did not set out to make friends. The last time they'd tried to make friends had turned out rather poorly, and he's got a taunting nickname as his only souvenir from that little venture. He can... probably call Hinata his friend, but he's not wholeheartedly sure about it. They're something more than rivals, though.

Partners? Yeah, something like that. They do so well in the double matches despite how much they fight with one another that it's the best thing that they can call one another, he thinks.

At least, the best thing they can call one another without Kageyama admitting that there might be something more to it than what they say there is. Even Akio is willing to call him out on it, to be honest, and he's a little tired of the fact that his Prinplup is giving him intent stares every time they do something that apparently qualifies as interesting. Whatever, he's just as bad with Star as Tobio is with his stupid trainer, so he's a hypocrite.

Rather than think about it, though, or the disaster that was anything that happened before Hinata barged into his life, Kageyama sits on the floor of the quiet PokéCenter, the few people that are sleeping in the center itself actually sleeping. He's taken out the manju he bought earlier when Hinata was checking his pokémon in with the nurse, Murkrow asleep on his shoulder and Houndour curled against his back while he unwraps the first one.

Which he passes to Hinata with an aggrieved sigh, though there's not much heat in it. Not as much as there was weeks ago when they first met, anyways. ]

just here take the photoset idgaf

[thekinged]

 

i, too, want polar bear undies and cuddles

[snowdrifts]

 

spoops au :3c

[infield]

[ it's a very rare fall when haruichi makes his way to hokkaido to visit furuya. his time with his best friend is rare enough considering the distance between them, but with a little bit of cajoling haruichi managed to get his brother to agree to send him over for fall break. it's only a few days, three without counting his overnight train, but it was enough that he was able to surprise him, and on day two, he's still a little giddy from that surprise.

he's also cold. very cold.

hokkaido is freezing and haruichi has known this for ages--furuya sends him pictures of the snow sometimes back home, makes him a little jealous for the same winter wonderland--but even his own layers haven't really helped much in keeping him toasty. he's small and has always felt the cold more than most people because of it, but haruichi is trying gamely to keep that hidden for now. he's still in his socks and his pajama pants, sitting on a pillow as they play through a game together. haruichi likes gaming well enough, and he really likes doing it with furuya, but he glances up at him next to him, and just briefly, the thought of setting the controllers aside and curling up with him in bed passes across his head.

now, how to do this. embarrassed, flustered, haruichi looks up at furuya from under his fringe, trying to work up his courage, and then tugs his sleeve. ] Um, Furuya-kun...?

ohhhh no

[snowdrifts]

[ For the past ten years, Furuya has generally gotten to see Haruichi only once or twice a year. It got better, when they were older and their respective guardians were less reluctant to send them off on their own, but they can't exactly take time off during school to go and see one another. So it's only been during breaks, vacations, even holidays, where they've been able to really see one another. Getting surprised?

Honestly, he could go without anything else this year and he'll be happy. He's pretty sure that'd been made obvious when he had picked him up at the train station, literally, turning the two of them in circles.

Sleepy and happy as he is right now, he's a little oblivious to what Haruichi is dealing with at the moment. He's sitting there in thin sleep pants, no socks, and a t-shirt comfortably at the moment, trying to focus on the game and not fail terribly because he's not as much of a gamer as Haruichi is. He only, honestly, plays because it's a way to spend time with him - both when they're together and when they're miles and miles apart.

But his attention is pulled away by Haruichi's touch, and he turns to look at him with a blink, like he's coming back to full awareness from where he's been floating on cloud nine. His head tilts a little, as he takes in the fact he looks a little flustered. Cute... ] Kominato-kun?

c:

[infield]

[ the energetic way furuya hugged haruichi is something he's never going to forget--he'd been swept up laughing into his best friends arms, and all he could do was cling onto his shoulders and hang on for the ride. it reminded him of being a little kid again, when they used to meet up once a year and furuya would practically carry haruichi back to his grandpa so they could spend a few days together. back then, furuya didn't speak (not that haruichi minded) and now every word out of his mouth is precious, treasured. haruichi loves the words he speaks with his hands and with his mouth the same, and the tender way he forms his name makes him feel wanted and warm. like every syllable had its own weight, was something precious in his mouth. something worthy.

he flushes a little as he looks up at him, realizing he's gotten his attention. that was what he wanted, right? still, furuya focuses on things like he's laser guided when he's interested, and it's hard not to be blown away by that, to shrink.

but haruichi doesn't. instead, he looks away for a second as he forms the words on his lips but they don't come. instead, he lifts his small hands and brings them together to form the letter s each. and then, the shiver that goes with it--it's supposed to be exaggerated, but haruichi is trembling a little already from the cold, so he doesn't have to fake it much.

cold. ]

WEH

[snowdrifts]

[ Not much really gets Furuya that excited, or remotely energetic. He's always been a very sleepy, very mellow sort of person - until you involve baseball or Kominato Haruichi. Ever since Haruichi had first come up to him and signed friend, it'd all been so easy, so light. He feels wanted and cared about and has ever since that first day, happier than he can ever really describe with either his hands or his tentative voice. All he wants is to be with him, and here they are, three days spent in one anothers' company outside of summer vacation and winter holidays.

He blinks again, slow and sleepy as usual, before tilting his head and watching him with that same focus he devotes to everything that's related to Haruichi. Watching his hands, delicate but strong, forming words has always enraptured him. The day he heard his voice, and was able to take his eyes off his hands when they spoke, had made life harder.

His mouth is soft and pink and steals his attention more often than he has the gall to admit.

But right now, his hands have his attention, and Furuya perks up as he registers what he's saying. A beat passes, before he's looking around, then reaching for where the couch sits, snagging the blanket off the edge of it and bringing it with him. Wordlessly, he brings it around Haruichi's shoulders - and then his own, after his face heats a little, drawing him in close. ]

[grumpily]

 

i found god - i found him in a lover, when his hair falls in his face and his hands so cold they shake. i found the devil - i found him in a lover, and his lips like tangerines and his color-coded speak. now we're lost somewhere in outer space, in a hotel room where demons play. they run around beneath our feet, we roll around beneath these sheets. i've got a lover, a love like religion - i'm such a fool for sacrifice. it's coming down, down, coming down. it's coming down, down, coming down. i've got a lover, and i'm unforgiven - i'm such a fool to pay this price. it's coming down, down, coming down. it's coming down, down, coming down. i found a martyr, he told me that i'd never - with his educated eyes, and his head between my thighs. i found a savior, i don't think he remembers, 'cause he's off to pay his crimes and he's got no time for mine. ♥

time for trash talk yakusan;

[applespi]

"he does whaaat?!"

❥ noritori spooning w/ gideon

[practicer]

[ spending the night with your boyfriend (boyfriend!) isn't that weird, right? right. in fact, after a frankly embarrassing chat with nori's 'parents', it kind of feels like nitori might have earned it in some kind of trial by fire. it's always good to spend time with nori-kun, whether it's talking about sports or music or, well, anything, and it was definitely worth the (slightly terrifying) lecture.

but said slightly terrifying lecture been highlighted by a slight threat (slight?) to keep them sleeping in separate beds. nitori had dutifully taken the unoccupied bed in the 'two child' house, just like the one he has with nozaki, and now things are quiet and dark and they're supposed to be going to bed.

...but he really wants to go over there and spend time with him still. he really does! is it weird to want to...cuddle, a little? because nitori really does! a lot! it'd be nice, he thinks, and they could stay up a little later, and then he could go back to his bed before sleep, but would nori-kun think it was weird? he might, he'd have a good reason to, he could!!

come on, nitori, get a grip! lying there in bed and looking up at nori's ceiling, nitori reaches up and pats himself on the cheeks a little too hard, and then speaks up, tilting his head over from where he's lying in bed across the room to look at his boyfriend. (boyfriend!!! ) ] Um--Nori-kun?

SLAMS RIGHT IN HERE

[sidewind]

[in all honesty, nori isn't sure how much of all of... ah, mom and dad's lecturing and embarrassing talk was legit, and how much was just for the enjoyment of playing the part. nitori had taken it like a champ, though-- relatively speaking, anyway, and he knew he sure couldn't have handled it any better if he were on the receiving end. regardless, it seemed safer to comply with the restrictions, even though it's not like... they'll be doing anything unseemly, or, whatever... even the thought has his mind reeling away in a sea of exclamation points.

and yet... it feels weird, lying here in the dark in separate beds; he's hyperaware that he's not alone in the room and his mind is going a mile a minute-- that's his boyfriend there in that bed! why can't they be closer? should there have been some kind of goodnight kiss? what if he snores and nobody ever told him? what are they going to have for breakfast? when's an acceptable time to ask to start calling him by his given name? what's going to happen when nitori finds out he can't swim?

but then, a noise that is unmistakably some sort of light slapping noise, skin on skin, and he makes a little noise of combined surprise and acknowledgment when nitori speaks.

...boyfriend....!!]

Ah-- yeah? Is everything okay?

makes u a nest

[practicer]

Yes! Um, yes, yes, of course. [ no, you dummy, things aren't okay. nitori's heart is pounding so hard he's pretty sure nori can probably hear it across the room. the strong desire of i want to be over there is really, really present, enough that he did manage to say something. but now he has to follow through. how does he word that? hey, we're having a sleepover but it's a different kind of sleepover since we're dating-- which just makes him think about other, very xxx kind of sleepovers and that is not anywhere his brain needs to go so that's a no go. he's turning red and he can feel it, hands still on his cheeks for a second before he rolls over to face his side of the room.

(that little noise was very cute! ai is very smitten. and really wants to cuddle him. and maybe kiss him. nori-kun is so cute... focus, ai)

anyway!! he has to figure out how to say this, right. ] I was wondering, if, um-- [ if your parents would actually commit murder like they suggested they would? no, no, that won't work, definitely not...! nitori fidgets a little, thinks one or two or three more stupid things and blurts out-- ] WoulditbeweirdifIcameovertheresowecouldtalksomemoreandmaybecuddleorsomething??

[ BREATHES ]

I almost started doing kanye jokes again

[sidewind]

[he hears the words, quick and nearly jumbled as they are, but it takes a few seconds to really understand them. and then he feels his own face heating up, and he has to consciously avoid stammering nervously when he responds-- it's like... a good nervous, though, it's... somebody really wants to be close to him? it's new and he doesn't know what to do with it just yet.]

Oh-- um, [quiet nervous laughter] I don't think we're going to get checked on or anything, and-- and I don't think we'd actually get in trouble for it anyway, so-- I want you over here, too.

i colored a thing specifically for this AU/prompt so what #YOLO

[neraiuchi]

 

8Dc

[tandems]

[ sawamura eijun is not the kind of person who gets nervous about anything. it doesn't matter what it is--teaching, coaching, talking on the phone--eijun will fight her way through her own nervousness like a stubborn bull, kicking and screaming the entire way. for her to text miyuki in the middle of the afternoon while he's setting up the evening shift at the bar on a saturday, can u come home, means that something is wrong.

something is definitely wrong.

harucchi's just left after sitting with her on the couch for an hour or so: eijun had always appreciated her best friend's company but now was especially nice. she'd curled up into her side and stayed weirdly subdued, staring off into the distance while harucchi held her close and told her everything was gonna be okay. and it was: it had to be. it didn't make the telling part any less scary.

she's fiddling with the test when the lock clicks on the door, staring at the little white stick that has changed her life irrevocably. it looks innocuous, but the little pink plus says a thousand more words than could fit on that tiny, stupid screen, and she considers throwing it up until the door opens. eijun jumps to her feet, nerves, and barks-- ] You're back! [ though it's with a little less enthusiasm than usual. she figured miyuki would come.

it's just now she's not really sure what she wants to say. ]

I wound up really wanting to thread it........

[neraiuchi]

[ It's not very often that Miyuki panics. It happens, sometimes, but he always internalizes it so that it feels more like a wash of screaming inside his head rather than anything visible for people to notice or comment on. He's... infamously bad at expressing genuine emotions this way, but at least all the people who know him best know he's shit at it.

But it'd be nicer if Kuramochi couldn't take one look at him after nearly fumbling his phone, the look on his face - subtle as it may be - and say "get out of here." She didn't even have to ask for details, but he figures that she doesn't have to, given the fact he stole her roommate (and seduced her, and wound up dating her longterm - them's the breaks).

He doesn't even bother changing back into his civvies or taking off his work hat, and instead throws on his jacket and books it back home. All at once, the trip that he's taken every day since he and Kuramochi opened the bar feels like it takes an eternity and is over an instant, but Eijun wanted him to come home so he's going to come home. Funny that he's had such a stark change like this. ]

Yeah. [ Keys clattering on top of the genkan storage, Miyuki haphazardly works his shoes off without bending to untie them, leaving them where they come off in a show of uncharacteristic lack of concern for tidiness and more of a newly realized concern for the girl in front of him.

Which is why he pads forward tentatively, spreading his hands towards her when he sees her face. ] Eijun?

i dont blame you tbh

[tandems]

[ eijun feels--weird. weird is the only word she can currently put her finger on to describe this entire situation. unbalanced, maybe, like her world's been knocked off kilter. it's not necessarily that bad of a thing: she never really pictured herself being a parent but she does literally teach kids for a living. it's not like her and miyuki haven't been together for a while now, coming up on four years. it's not like her parents haven't been hounding her to get married, either.

but it still feels weird. the thought that there's a little person in her tummy is freaking her out a little, because all it feels like that's in there right now is this morning's breakfast. (or what's left of it anyway, considering she'd literally stayed home from work because she thought she was just sick, throwing up at four am.)

when miyuki holds his hands out eijun reaches for them, threading their fingers together. the test is forgotten on a plastic bag for the moment--as forgotten as it can be, anyway--and she looks down at the space between them. ] I didn't wanna wait, or tell you over the phone, or-- [ she pauses, exhales, a puffy fuhhhh of a noise. ]

[ and then it all comes out, like a waterfall, all at once. ]

This morning when I was all sick and stuff I thought it was just the flu! And so Harucchi came over and hung out with me after you left for work 'cause she's the best, and she asked me some questions and then we went to the drugstore and I got this thing and I tried it and then I tried another one and then--!!

[ eijun pauses on her little rant, sucking in another breath and looking down between them, down at her still flat stomach. ] --And then I texted you. [ cause i needed you here to know. ]

you thought I forgot.....

[immense]