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2017 Locker for mandy
Name (as you'd like it to appear in the subject line for your stocking): mandy
Friending Meme Post: here!
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!, Natsume Yuujinchou, Overwatch, Yuri!!! on Ice
Characters/Pairings/Moresomes: Haikyuu!!: iwaoi, oisuga, oifuta, monifuta, oidai, kiyoyui, kiyoyachi, anything involving futakuchi or miya atsumu or oikawa (especially...anything of them together,) // Natsume Yuujinchou: Natsume & Natori, Natsume & Nyanko-sensei, Natsume & Taki & Tanuma, Matoba & Natori // Overwatch: pharmercy, gency, mcgenji, also pretty much all the girls esp. tracer & d.va // YOI: victuuri, otayuri, yuri > yuuri, seung gil/phichit
Likes: flower motifs/language/symbolism!!, slice of life, introspection/character studies, cute soft things in general, Mishaps & Shenanigans (of the capital letter sort)
Dislikes: gore, unrequited love (the yuri > yuuri situation is an exception ((though it doesn't always have to be unrequited ofc))), character hate/bashing, shock deaths, calling any characters "trash" or mom/dad tropes
Anything else: is anyone else constantly glad that the overwatch poster character is confirmed lesbian bc like
Reminder that NOTES are welcome too - just a nice little comment (either plain, or you can even type it up on a nice little graphic/image etc.) for the recipient.
(Comments are going to screened until the reveal on Feb 14. Lockers will be open until the end of Feb.)
Friending Meme Post: here!
Fandoms: Haikyuu!!, Natsume Yuujinchou, Overwatch, Yuri!!! on Ice
Characters/Pairings/Moresomes: Haikyuu!!: iwaoi, oisuga, oifuta, monifuta, oidai, kiyoyui, kiyoyachi, anything involving futakuchi or miya atsumu or oikawa (especially...anything of them together,) // Natsume Yuujinchou: Natsume & Natori, Natsume & Nyanko-sensei, Natsume & Taki & Tanuma, Matoba & Natori // Overwatch: pharmercy, gency, mcgenji, also pretty much all the girls esp. tracer & d.va // YOI: victuuri, otayuri, yuri > yuuri, seung gil/phichit
Likes: flower motifs/language/symbolism!!, slice of life, introspection/character studies, cute soft things in general, Mishaps & Shenanigans (of the capital letter sort)
Dislikes: gore, unrequited love (the yuri > yuuri situation is an exception ((though it doesn't always have to be unrequited ofc))), character hate/bashing, shock deaths, calling any characters "trash" or mom/dad tropes
Anything else: is anyone else constantly glad that the overwatch poster character is confirmed lesbian bc like
Reminder that NOTES are welcome too - just a nice little comment (either plain, or you can even type it up on a nice little graphic/image etc.) for the recipient.
(Comments are going to screened until the reveal on Feb 14. Lockers will be open until the end of Feb.)
HAPPY VALENTINES SWEET BEAN
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i love u mandy!!!!!!!! I’m sure i probably said this in your valentines locker last year as well but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I’m so glad i met you, i actually don’t even remember via what???? the mysteries of aussquad all getting collected,,, this time last year we were watching barakamon and omggg, we should really finish it ; ; maybe we can watch it when you’re over
anyway but really so grateful that i have you in my life!!!!! you’re always always so much fun to be around, i love talking to, I LOVE YOUR DOG TWEETS HAHA, ive loved working with you mod stuff, magicfest and especially shine squad!!!!! you keep me sane and i appreciate it so much that you can bear with me when I’m losing my mind LMAO working with u has been fun despite all the stress and i totally can’t wait to do orders with u (i can, i don’t even want to think about the effort honestly HAHA)
its always a pleasure watching you get into stuff, funnily enough the fandoms u listed (minus hq) i got to see u get into or at least we were/are in at the same time *____* esp. overwatch!!!!!! playing with you brings me so much joy even tho i have to deal with the shittest issues while playing you still make it heaps of fun and i appreciate that you still let me play with u and have fun and don’t yell at me HAHA ; ____ ;
i love you so much dearest most wonderful bean!!!!!!! i can’t put into words how excited i am for #blowhoes and for u to stay over after, i hope youll be okay with my house if its hot we’re gonna die, but at least we can die together right? [sweats,,]
but really I’m looking forward to it heaps!!! everytime i get to see u I’m always *________* bcos you’re the greatest joy to be around, probably why i followed u like a puppy dog around smash, i miss you just thinking about it!!! <333333333
excited for more fun memories with you this year and hopefully for many more years to come
love you with all my heart,
kukkii <3 :)
ps i love how much i love miya, it brings a smile to my face :’)
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i hope to have many many more dog tweets for u in the future, and also u can show me ffxv and watch me die a lot and we can hopefully not sweat bc it seems freaking cold aND IM SO EXCITED!!! I LOVE YOU DEAREST KUKKII!!! <333
(m i y a ;;____;; thank u for accepting me for who i am,,,)
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There’s a certain conductor, Futakuchi thinks irritably, folding his arms across his chest and watching him from a distance, who… well, pisses him off aren’t quite the words for it, but, yeah, he kinda pisses him off.
This guy is fairly new to their young, relatively small orchestra—the older guard has moved onto bigger things, bigger stages, bigger dreams. As much as Futakuchi butted heads with him, there’s a small part of him (a tiny, tiny, tiiiiiiny part of him) that will miss Oikawa Tooru, because it was hard not to feel breathless by the way he conducted, even as (especially as?) a member of the orchestra. Because Oikawa might be the most aggravating jackass Futakuchi has ever met and will ever meet in his entire life (Futakuchi might also be exaggerating a tiny bit), but he was also a magician who could pull everyone and everything together so very seamlessly and leave people utterly spellbound in his wake, in a way only Oikawa Tooru knew how.
So, yeah. Cheers, Oikawa.
Anyway. Futakuchi’s getting nostalgic. He must be tired. He shifts his weight onto his other foot.
This new guy—he’s good. Earned himself a bit of a reputation in these circles for being a bit of a perfectionist, and for his work ethic and needle-sharp attention to detail. The way he draws the orchestra together reminds Futakuchi of Oikawa a little. This will be his first concert with them, and in the weeks of rehearsals leading up to it… Futakuchi can’t quite figure him out. The new guy smiles often and is sweet to their group—he’s also admittedly pretty hot, which really doesn’t help—but there’s something deeper about him, and Futakuchi isn’t sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. He doesn’t really like it when he doesn’t understand something in this way, and he especially doesn’t like it when this new guy seems to be able to understand Futakuchi on a different level. In the few moments that they’ve spoken, and even in the way he looks at Futakuchi, it all makes him feel like he’s being pulled apart and studied very closely, like the new guy learns something about him every time, but not vice-versa, and it leaves Futakuchi feeling a little vulnerable around him.
(To say that he hates it would be a downright fucking lie.)
“Miya-san?” Futakuchi hears someone say. “We’ll start heading onto stage, now.”
Miya smiles—Futakuchi tries very hard not to think about how difficult it is to look away when he smiles—and says, “Thank you. I’ll join you all soon.”
People around them begin to straighten up and turn towards the doors leading to the stage. Futakuchi trails behind them a little, unhurried.
Miya Atsumu, people would say in hushed, reverent tones, as if afraid he’ll hear them and turn some sort of spellbinding magic of his own on them with that charming smile of his.
Miya, Futakuchi would say, always with a hint of a sneer in his voice, never ever reverent in any way, because he’ll never give him that sort of power.
“Futakuchi.”
Just as he’s about to walk past him, Futakuchi stops at the sound of Miya’s voice, quickly runs through what he might’ve done wrong (bought a packet of sour gummies from the vending machine downstairs, but no one needs to know that, and anyway, there aren’t any rules against that, it’s not like he’ll eat them during the concert or anything (it’s tempting though, just to try and piss Miya off (would that piss him off? (who fucking knows)))), tells himself he’s being ridiculous, and turns to face him. Miya looks calm as ever, with that familiar smile on his face—but, fuck, it’s almost a smirk right now, isn’t it? What is this asshole’s problem?
“Miya!” Futakuchi says in his own familiar shit-stirring cheerfulness. “I hope you’re not too nervous—wouldn’t want you to screw up now, would we? That would suck, because I hear the mayor’s in the audience tonight!”
One of these days, he’ll figure out what makes him tick, but it’s not today. Miya just reaches out and firmly places a hand on his shoulder. Futakuchi freezes.
“I’ll be counting on you today, too,” is all Miya says—purrs, practically. And then with a slight nod of his head, he moves his hand away. His fingertips linger on Futakuchi’s shoulder for a moment—feeling as though he’s leaving trails of fire—before his smile widens slightly, and he brushes past him to head towards the stage, leaving Futakuchi in the now-empty corridor.
For just a moment, Futakuchi wonders how much trouble he’d be in if he simply grabbed Miya’s arm, pulled him back, slammed him against the wall, and kissed the fucking breath out of him right there and then. He imagines those long fingers of Miya’s running through his own hair, pulling him close, imagines filling each other with all five senses, thinking so go on, hot shot, show me how good you really are.
A lot of trouble, probably.
But holy fuck, did he want to get into trouble with Miya.
A chorus of applause from the audience jolts Futakuchi out of his thoughts. The others must’ve entered the stage. What ironically terrible timing.
Shaking his head and wishing he could take a cold shower right now, Futakuchi slaps himself on the cheeks, takes a deep breath, and begins walking out to join them. His knees feel a little weak, and he’s not entirely sure if it’s from nerves or from… whatever the fuck happened just then.
In any case, they have a concert to deal with right now.
And after that—
After that, who fucking knows.
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your miya is so!! so deliciously smiley and dANGEROUS and "i'll be counting on you today, too" HEY IS THAT AN OIKAWA REFERENCE HEY IM TOTALLY OKAY!! and then i proceeded to scream further into my hands at futakuchi IMAGINING THEIR HOT MAKEOUTS GOD!! GOD!!!!
CAN YOU TELL IM STILL SCREAMING??? BECAUSE IM STILL SCREAMING!! THANK YOU SAN THANK YOU FOR ENABLING MY MIYAFUTA WAYS <3333
((also i laughed so hard at that big giant nest of brackets (bless u futakuchi (u hopeless dork))))
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(TRACER!!! TRACER!!!!!! there are Good Things in this world still!! <3)
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there's supposed to be more context for this and happier too but, mrghh, i'll plan it better another time i'm sorry.
(Kageyama keeps a secret.)
Sometimes, Miya cups his palms and grows a handful of roses. He lets slip through his fingers a rain so red, so much like blood, that Kageyama has to close his eyes against the petals fluttering past his cheeks and not think of battlefields. Sometimes, he just never gets up from the ground and he lies there, quiet, until the roses are done gathering about him— almost a makeshift funeral wreath if one cares to squint— and Miya is satisfied with his work.
Miya will then ask him aren’t they just beautiful, and, sometimes, Kageyama can’t tell if Miya’s actually referring to the roses or something entirely else. He’ll nod anyway; it’s hard to get a read on Miya even on the best of days, and he really, truly, wants to believe that the curl of Miya’s lips is as soft as the rose petals that dribble off his fingertips.
(An affection can be genuine, Kageyama reminds himself; a counterpoint to his memories of receding backs within the life he’s left behind.)
Sometimes, Miya will follow up with a rueful how fitting for a fallen prince.
Sometimes, Kageyama will wonder whether he’ll grow to be as casually cruel while traversing across the country with him.
But, sometimes, the heart doesn’t listen to the head and this is where it has lead him: a sunken dynasty, and the petals of a knight who never tires from blooming.
(The secret is he’s held a crown and dropped it, and despite how dreadful the fallout, it was Miya’s hand that had gripped his and pulled him through the castle. The amount of hope it gives Kageyama is a little heavy to bear.
After all, a heart can only take so much thorns before it finally gives in— for better or for worse.)
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i love, love LOVE the 'secret' and we talked abt reoccurring patterns and i see yoU'RE USING IT HERE, and "The secret is he’s held a crown and dropped it, and despite how dreadful the fallout, it was Miya’s hand that had gripped his and pulled him through the castle. " is such a BEAUTIFUL line that my heart is aching ;;;;
thank you so so much for this gift serena, this is GORGEOUS and udfksljfklew (lies in a pile on the floor) <333
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Angela has always been the type to rise early. There's something she likes about watching the sun rise, like the promise of a new day full of potential, and it never fails to put her in a good mood.
Lately, however, she's been missing the sunrises for a different sight entirely; one that puts her in an even better mood, which she'd never even thought was possible.
Fareeha rises after the sun, which always gives Angela at least a few minutes to relax in their bed, enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed together, the blankets warm from their shared body heat. Fareeha's entire body is solid with muscle, but still incredibly comfortable to lean into. It's the skill, Angela thinks to herself as she runs her fingers along one of Fareeha's arms, from shoulder down to wrist. Fareeha has a beautiful, powerful body but more than that, Angela knows exactly what it's capable of, both in the battlefield and in the bedroom. It gives her more of an appreciation for it.
Linking their fingers together, Angela smiles when she feels Fareeha's fingers squeeze around hers. "If you were awake, you could have said something."
"And interrupt this?" Fareeha asks, not yet opening her eyes even though her lips curve into a smile. "I'm enjoying it too much to make you stop."
"Who said I would stop?" Angela shifts onto her side, leaning in to kiss Fareeha briefly. "But now that you're awake, I can do this."
Fareeha kisses back, opening her eyes this time as they pull apart. Her eyes are beautiful, Angela thinks—she thinks it every time she looks at them, and doesn't think that she'll ever stop—a beautiful brown that she's lost herself in more times than she can count.
"Sounds quiet outside," Fareeha says, and Angela knows that she means that it doesn't seem like they're needed urgently. Nobody is going to miss them if they lie in bed for a little longer.
"It does," Angela agrees with a smile, wrapping her arm around Fareeha and tangling their legs together.
Their fingers are still linked and Fareeha brings their hands up to her mouth, brushing her lips across Angela's knuckles. "We could do anything. Even nap for another ten minutes."
Angela laughs, muffling the sound into the curve of Fareeha's neck. "Not what I was expecting, but you're right."
"What were you expecting?" Fareeha teases, raising an eyebrow.
Smiling in reply, Angela leans in and decides to spend the rest of their morning showing Fareeha instead.
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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ;___; <333
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Summer in rural Miyagi was unbearable. “You can keep your grandparents company for a week, Kenji,” his parents had said and Kenji, the utter idiot he was, agreed. It was hot, it was too quiet, and he was bored out of his mind. Half of the team was off vacationing at cool places and what’s even worse, Aone was abroad. He spammed his best friend on LINE but not getting immediate response made Kenji cranky and snappish. The fact that it was one of the hottest summers that year didn’t make his life any easier. The fan in his room barely seemed to work, but it wasn’t broken enough so Kenji could beg his grandparents to buy a new one and finally get out of the town in that beat-up gray Honda they owned.
He rummaged around the freezer but they only had vanilla ice cream at home, which was coincidentally the only flavor Kenji couldn’t stand, but his grandpa loved it so much they even had three boxes.
“I’ll go buy some ice cream,” he yelled into the living room. He pocketed his wallet that he apparently left in the hall—nice surprises did exist.
The nearest store that sold the good kind of ice cream was at the other side of the town, but it was so small that only meant a fifteen minute walk. Kenji put his earbuds in and hummed along the upbeat tunes he usually listened to when bored.
The streets were deserted; it was right after lunch. It was sort of eerie, the only sound being the cicadas’ cries. Kenji entertained the thought of being whisked away to the spirit realm for a brief second, but his phone just switched to one of his favorite songs. He picked up the pace and matched his steps to the beat.
He reached the store before the song ended.
When he stepped inside, only the chime over the door greeted him. Kenji shrugged and walked to the tiny, tiny freezer that held all the ice cream. He could wait for the clerk after he located his favorite ice cream.
He slid the door of the freezer open, leaned down and started to push the bigger boxes aside. A few days ago he hid three green apple flavored popsicles behind a very unappealing tub of chocolate chip ice cream.
The chime signaled the arrival of another person. Kenji looked up, but it was a guy around his age and not the clerk. Kenji returned to his mission of locating his secret stash.
The guy squatted next to him, and observed Kenji’s ministrations. Kenji didn’t particularly care about being judged by a stranger, and especially not when he had more important things to do. Just when Kenji spotted The One, the guy’s hand shot out and snatched the popsicle away.
The fucker.
“I was looking for that one!” Kenji whisper-yelled.
“You took too much time.”
Kenji took a double take at the accent.
The guy was smirking, shaking the popsicle in front of Kenji’s face but snatched it away again before Kenji could have grabbed it. Kenji hated him on spot, with his trying-too-hard undercut and bleached hair and that fucking grin.
“Give it back!”
“Nope,” the guy said as he stood up.
The shop clerk decided to come back right that second. Before Kenji could stand up and go after him, the fucking ice cream thief marched towards the register and payed for the popsicle that was destined to be Kenji’s.
Kenji wondered how fast did he have to run to outrun the thief if he bought a bag of ice and shoved it in the guy’s pants. He looked athletic and he was about Kenji’s height. Maybe he did sports too. Maybe he did track. Maybe Kenji was destined to be caught. Maybe—
“You done daydreaming?”
The fucker raised an eyebrow as he unwrapped Kenji’s popsicle.
“Piss off.”
He wasn’t standing too far from Kenji. If he stood up fast enough he could be beside him in two strides. He just needed to surprise him so he can steal back what’s rightfully his. Punching him was out of the question, but what else—
Okay, Kenji thought, the popsicle thief was an objectively handsome guy, he wouldn’t be that averse to kiss him. For science. No, for his ice cream.
He stood up. The guy followed his movements. Kenji scowled. When the thief turned to toss the wrapping paper to the trash Kenji saw his opening. In two long strides he was right next to him. He turned back to Kenji, but Kenji didn’t let him speak—he planted one on him. The guy froze. Kenji held back a grin as he grabbed the popsicle and teared it away from his hands.
The guy was fast. Kenji didn’t even pull back properly when he grabbed Kenji’s wrist.
“I payed for that.”
Before Kenji could bullshit some excuse, he felt the popsicle slipping from his fingers, then a couple of second later its coldness on his feet. Fuck flipflops.
The guy blinked a few times, then burst out laughing. It was sort of surreal. The face he was making cracked Kenji up. It was so stupid and so childish.
They were both laughing when the clerk yelled at them to get out of the store.
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I hope you liked it Mandy <3
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i'm also crying at futakuchi doing a double take at the accent because, same, s a m e.
futakuchi contemplating shoving a bag of ice (after he paid for it, like an Upstanding Citizen TM) down miya's pants was a hilarious train of thought, and of COURSE he would consider kissing him for "distraction" and then ACTUALLY GO THROUGH WITH IT, I LOVE HIM!!! STEALING THE POPSICLE ONLY TO DROP IT ON HIS OWN DANG FOOT!!
IM STILL NOT OKAY JUST IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING IM STILL GRINNING LIKE A FOOL AT THESE TWO CHILDISH BRATS, I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU <333333