you got a heart that's born with a beat

[folklore]

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SLAMS IN HERE FIRST ME FIRST also yakuza au tho

[iphones]

HOME/DIRTY PAWS. the gardiner sisters. well holy moly, me oh my, you're the apple of my eye ( jumping up and down the floor, my head is an animal )

I have arrived

[schemery]

[ There's a lot of pros and cons that come with the job that Kuroo's found himself with. He typically can set his own hours, so long as he gets the job done in a satisfactory manner - and Daichi has yet to chop off any of his fingers, so he figures that he's doing good so far - and he can wear whatever he wants, no uniform required. He only chooses to dress sharp because he looks good, and it just fits with the rest of the package. Tattoos? Totally fine, everyone has at least one in their family.

(And, also, he gets to straight up murder people? It's a perk, all right. One he didn't realize he was into.)

The cons are that he's out late at night, sometimes, or gone for days. He has to charm people he's not interested in, because he has someone to come home to. Showers are irritating because he has to take fifty of them to get the blood out of his hair and out from under his nails.

Kuroo takes his showers - only goes through three, before he comes out and is satisfied - and he gives a brief glance to the time as he ruffles his hair with a towel. It's about 4 AM, and he's bound to only get a couple hours of sleep, but he figures he wants to get that limited bit of sleep at home. Where his heart and soul and mind are.

Carefully, he relocates Zelda from where she's in his spot, scratching the calico behind the ears before he tosses the towel to a corner. Things are a little disorganized, there are cats and blanket burritos, but he slides in under the covers until he can nuzzle his face up against Kenma's cheek, heated from the scalding heat of the shower. The cats shift to find their places, but he doesn't move, intently waiting for his one kitten to react to his new presence there in their bed, fingers brushing blond hair away from a delicate face. ]

PLACEHOLDER FOR LATER BECAUSE I CAN?!?!

[stealthy]

kiss with a fist. florence + the machine. your slaps don't stick, your kicks don't hit, so we remain the same. blood sticks sweat drips break the lock if it don't fit-- a kick in the teeth is good for some, a kiss with a fist is better than none!

later has come, because i said

[airs]

[ Ikki knows, without a doubt, that there are probably people out there who think that he and Kazu hate each others' guts. He isn't particularly inclined to meet any of them, to be honest - because what the fuck do they know? - but he also knows there are people out there that would be surprised if he told them that they weren't friends for a while there. It was kind of impossible for them, at the start, considering the fact that Ikki was a monster and Kazu was, and always will be, the chivalrous type to come to fight monsters.

Not too much has changed, but they've sort of tempered each other. Shitty traits and good ones alike have worn off on them, and now it's a case of them acting as counterbalances. Ikki's become more of a protector than a bully and Kazu's got the streak of a delinquent in him.

Although, it's maybe a little understandable that the less knowledgeable (read as: the fucking stupid) assume they're not best friends, because their way of bonding? Of goofing off? Resolving things? Throwing down with TV-learned wrestling moves, swinging fists, and kicking each other, literally, in the ass. Stupid shit, serious situations, doesn't matter - it's just how they work, and Ikki, for one, wouldn't change anything.

Even if he's what most people would call a cheater, especially when Kazu is fairing well. It's always been this way, and he uses everything to his advantage. In this case, it's a stupid fight, one that Ikki has already forgotten the primary cause of, and he's dazed from a good clock upside the head. His response? Tug Kazu's hat down over his face and use the momentum from it to swing him into a headlock. ] Your armor, used against you! You should know better by now, dumbass.

c:

[infield]

i see the light. tangled OST. and it's warm and real and bright, and the world has somehow shifted all at once, everything looks different, now that i see yo.

HARUPUNZEL...........

[snowdrifts]

[ All knights in the kingdom often find themselves heading to the capital, to seek out their first quest from the Seer. Generally speaking, they're fated to go on a long journey, an adventure, and that's how they make their first mark on the world after spending years in training. It was no different for Furuya Satoru, and he didn't think his quest would be any different from anyone else's, either. But, as it turned out, the Seer didn't have a quest for him.

The Seer didn't see anything for him.

Which is how they wound up going on a quest together, trying to find answers for them both. Simple as he is, Furuya had decided that he would do what he could to ensure that Haruichi found his own answers above all else - that would be his task, protecting Haruichi while he went on his own quest. And he's... he's really enjoyed it, really been happy with him, between the good and the bad that they've seen and discovered. Riding with Haruichi pressed against his back while they share stories, or curled up against his front because his visions have taken a toll on him, has left him feeling warm in the best of ways more than once. Brushing out his long, long hair and trying to redo it like Kominato-san had done before him, keeping it neat and light rather than messy and bulky.

Fighting to protect him. Nearly dying, when Haruichi risked his own life to save him. Seeing color fill Haruichi's eyes when he broke his curse.

Showing him the world, now that he can see it with his own eyes and not with his visions. His eyes are beautiful, just like the rest of him, and Furuya could get lost looking into them, at them. Could get lost just watching him take in the world around him now that he can experience it himself.

Like now, during a festival of lights that they're passing through on the way back home. Polaris stabled for the night, he follows along after Haruichi, watching him, expression soft and heart softer as he walks, arm resting on the hilt of his sword as he trails him. He looks so happy, so light and free.

Furuya is more than a little in love with him. ]

abe kun is the one who cares about me the most c:

[mound]

i really really like you. carly rae jepsen. i really really really really really really like you, and i want you, do you want me, do you want me too?

iwaizumi tobio au!! i might just write u a starter to go with this when i'm not in cosplay hell

[talentedly]

HALLELUJAH. panic! at the disco. Then the time for being sad is over And you miss him like you miss no other And being blue is better than being over it (over it)

what's good

[talentedly]

[ being reunited with iwaizumi was a good thing.

of course it was a good thing. oikawa cried, like the crybaby he was as a kid, big, ugly tears when he hugged his best friend for the first time in years, but that kind of emotional reaction--did he even deserve to have it? it was oikawa's fault that they didn't speak, when he tore his acl ("you'll never play again, tooru") and he just-- he did things he wasn't proud of, now, lost himself to his pain meds and alcohol and let go of the future he'd worked for his whole life, because he'd taken a step wrong to set a toss.

for a long time, it felt permanent. what the doctors said felt right. he dropped off the face of the earth for five years, five years of drinking and forgetting, an angry, vicious storm of a person who'd once been a light, the kind of thing that was so bright it hurt to look at. but one day, he blacked out, and he woke up in a hospital bed with dark circles under his eyes so big they looked stamped there, a head full of cotton and a mouth that tasted like vomit, with iwaizumi hajime sitting at his bedside.

that was a few months ago, now. he's been recovering in more ways than one--kicked the pain pills with sheer determination, took his first baby steps, his first jog, his first sprint ( they said it might be a miracle, that he must love playing so much to go back to it, that he could be hurt so easily again and he had to be careful, so careful, and oikawa was so tired of that word. ) but some nights are still rough, and part of that is maybe because after he'd been out of iwaizumi's life for so long, he wouldn't let him out of his sight again. part of it is that he ended up moving in with him, but the rift between them caused by five years of silence and a fight that oikawa caused is huge, a gap that can't just be fixed with a playful word and a glare.

so, instead of clambering into iwaizumi's bed to be annoying, instead of asking him for snacks or calling him up to go ufo hunting on the roof or to play volleyball outside, oikawa's in his bed in his room in the apartment, alone. curled up on his side, blankets pulled up to his chin.

it's better to be sad about it than to have it gone, probably, he laments to himself. how pathetic you really are, tooru. ]

more casual gay

[applespi]

go places. the new pornographers. Yes a heart should always go one step too far come the morning and the day winding like dreams, come the morning every blue shade of green come with me

if u wanna go BotWS au im 100% down with that

[slowball]

loveology. regina spektor. what an incurable humanist you are (forgive me, forgive me-ology)

i'm having a lot of miyusawa emotions this morning help (also familiar au maybe)

[tire]

STRAY ITALIAN GREYHOUND. vienna teng. but you had to come along, didn't you? rev up the crowd, rewrite the rulebook? where do i go when every no turns into maybe...? so what do i do with this? the sudden burst of sunlight, and me with my umbrella, cross-indexing every weatherman's report? what do i do with a love that won't sit still?

I looked at so much misawa and then remembered I had this

[neraiuchi]

[ When Miyuki had gone started working on his thesis, shuffling through familiar after familiar in an attempt to collect enough data, he had figured that he wouldn't ever settle down. And it's funny to compare it to marriage - even with the witch crisis a frequent topic in the Academy, because not every witch literally settles down with their familiar - but after he actually started working with Sawamura...

Well. The way their magic meshed always made it hard for him to leave him behind, every time he indulged him in some practice. Becoming partners like this, going through everything they have, from meeting a sane hybrid to Ryousuke nearly getting his heart ripped out to the fights and duels they've been in... there really isn't another familiar for him anymore.

The problem with that is the fact he's constant energy and motion, which is amusing and useful some of the time. A lot of the time, if he were honest. But Miyuki looks at Sawamura - Eijun, now - and marvels at it. His life used to be quieter.

But it was also lonelier, and he didn't take such great care of himself.

Like, now: he can feel Eijun's stare, intent and fidgety. The bond is just as fidgety, a constant stream of thoughts. He puffs out a breath to cover up his laugh, closing his research notes and pushing them across his desk. ]

Want to go out?

shuffles in...

[humblest]

Riches and Wonders; The Mountain Goats. we live high, our love gorges on the alcohol we feed it, and it grows all fat and friendly, we have surplus if we need it

it me again

[baserunning]

EV'RYBODY WANTS TO BE A CAT charles perry i've heard some corny birds who've tried to swing, but still a cat's the only cat who knows how to swing.

[baserunning]

[ it's been a few weeks since kuramochi youichi's cross-country adventure, and to think, the whole thing had started with kuramochi almost getting shivved in an alleyway. that much isn't completely abnormal--people on his side of town are dangerous, always have been and always will be--but the last thing he was expecting was to almost get shivved by someone who screamed money. that was how he met kominato ryousuke, the elder brother of one kominato haruichi, who had gone missing not twelve hours beforehand: with a knife pressed to his throat. luckily, he'd managed to flip the guy over before either of them got too hurt, but the tentative deal struck out of the, honestly, soft, mushy kindness of kuramochi's heart that he pretends doesn't exist meant that he went to help ryousuke "cut out the middle man", as he said. it took four days of searching, ryousuke getting more and more murderous (worried, and it was amazing how kuramochi had learned to read him like a book in the short time they spent together) but they found him and his two friends.

and that was the last time he'd seen kominato--ryo-san, now. he'd wished him goodbye and ryo had hugged him, and that was that. people on his side of town don't spend time with people on kuramochi's: they're dirty and uneducated and rowdy, and kuramochi wouldn't deny any of that about him if anybody asked it. he's broke, violent and lives in a hovel, but it's his. the life's not so bad, only now? now it's got a gigantic, ryousuke kominato shaped hole in it. he misses his devilish quips, the wicked way his smile turns when he's going to say something nasty, the feeling of his small arms (strong hands) around his waist when they were peeling down the highway on kuramochi's bike. it's dumb, he has no reason to miss someone who literally almost killed him the first time they met, but kuramochi's not an idiot, and whatever bond they forged was a strong one. a really strong one.

(so kuramochi might have started to foster a little crush on him. it's whatever.)

thoughts like that are hopeless, and so, kuramochi moves on. his days pass as they did before, as they are right now--he's sitting against a lamp post, right boot propped halfway up to hold his guitar on his thigh. his calloused fingers recall the music like it's easy, and he plays for a little dinner: he'd rather steal than beg, and at least this way, it's honest.

the guitar's strings are sharp, the body's clean, and his fingers are used to the feeling. he plays a song that reminds him of pink hair and a wicked tongue, and for a little while, focuses on that instead of the occasional clink of coins falling into his guitar case. ]

i heard this on my walk this morning and wanted a thing

[hyaha]

bloodfeather. highly suspect. Sticks and stones, break my bones But bullet holes, you know they can't hurt me Invincible, unbreakable, unstoppable I'll show you who's worthy You grab the gun, I'll take the wheel Fuck the world, my love is real.

you stuck the image in my head so here we go, supes

[eldritches]

[ Generally speaking, Ryousuke is fairly disinterested in do-gooding.

This isn't to say that he's a bad guy, or whatever - that title belonged to more obnoxious, stupid people - but he's not the shining pinnacle of superheroism that most civilians idolize and talk about. Vigilantism is frowned upon, even by your own family, but he tends to ignore that and just go about his business as he pleases. So long as he's not caught in the act, there's not much that people can do. After all, if they don't find bodies, he's mostly left to his own devices - so he won't leave any, unless they're still breathing.

Unfortunately, because of his affiliation with his brother, he's still managed to wind up associating with guilds and other "heroes." This is grating on the best of days, and homicide-inducing on others, but there's one person in particular that he's somehow found it easy to be around now that they've clicked into sync. As a psionic, his specialization rests with the mind, so he's somehow found his match in the far more physical Kuramochi Youichi. After giving him shit when they first met, and more than one close call where they surprisingly worked well while covering one anothers' backs, they've basically been inseparable.

This has, of course, resulted in the natural growth of their relationship. Even without psychic powers Ryousuke would know that Kuramochi was in love with him, and he's never needed them to read him. And, frustrating as it is, he figured out pretty quickly that he was in love with him, too. Which is what makes Youichi throwing himself between him and danger all the more grating, even if he can take a bullet a lot better than he can. He's not frail, just squishy like a normal person, so of course his stupid other half is a lot more resilient than him to make up for it.

Doesn't mean that he doesn't scold him, and didn't have the shit scared out of him, when Kuramochi takes a hit meant for him.

His hands, though, always give him away.

They're not as banged up as they could be, but they still can't really go to hospitals for minor cases like these - his thin fingers work slowly, winding gauze where necessary and pinching butterfly bandages deftly despite the noises that come out of Kuramochi every time he's a little firmer to make sure that he heals right.

When he finishes, though, Ryousuke shifts, moving to tip forward so that he's no longer sitting across from Kuramochi on the coffee table but instead winds up perched delicately in his lap. There's nothing he has to say, rather he simply rests his cheek against his shoulder, nose tucked close to the pulse in his throat as his hands settle at his waist. ]

[infield]

kiss the girl. the little mermaid. there you see her, sitting there across the way she don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her. and you don't know why, but you're dying to try you gotta kiss the girl.

[snowdrifts]

[ Generally speaking, Furuya hates parties. They're loud, there's a lot of people, and he doesn't get to just peacefully enjoy anything about it because people keep coming up to him. It's a constant traffic to and from him, especially when he's supposed to be getting married and there are princesses (and princes, though the bias is obvious) constantly wanting to talk to him. Some of them are nice, others don't let him get a word in even if it's a small one, others still are fairly rude to him.

But this party, he has Haruichi with him. Seeing him had been a shock but a delight, and he'd spent the entire night since he arrived to when he left just radiating delight. They danced, like when they were on the beach and Furuya had to carry his weight because of his tail, and he showed him all the food that they eat on the surface. It was... it made everything fun.

So of course he doesn't stay much longer after Haruichi is gone, heading for his room rather than sticking around. Miyuki covers for him, grudgingly but with a knowing look in his eye that he doesn't quite understand. So he makes a beeline through the party and to his room, undoing his collar and pulling off his gloves as he opens the door and enters.

But he doesn't expect to see someone else in the room. ] Kominato-kun?

how many song prompts can i leave in a week

[tire]

sunday morning. maroon 5. sunday morning, rain is falling steal some covers, share some skin

idk but i'll take ALL OF THEM also chuck au bc now i'm in a Mood

[neraiuchi]

[ Generally speaking, Miyuki is always the first up in the apartment. He sets his alarm early so that he can make breakfast for everyone, gets Eijun up so that he can go take a shower before Haruichi or Furuya need it, sometimes helps corral Furuya out to breakfast after Haruichi's done the hard work of getting him up, and then goes about his own preparations for the day. It's a lot, but it helps streamline things for him, in some vain attempt to keep it from descending into chaos. (At least this part he has control of. Everything else? Not so much.)

It's always been like this. He doesn't really do 'days off,' either, so it's not that often that he stops his alarm or doesn't schedule it in the first place.

But, today, instead of waking up to the chime that doesn't rouse Eijun from where he tends to have his face mashed against him, Miyuki wakes up to the sound of rainfall outside of their room. Eijun's snuffling and snoring faintly where he's tucked close, a constant white noise these days, so he can't really judge what time it is without looking. Tentatively, he frees an arm so that he can pry his sleeping mask up, peeking out. The dim light doesn't give him much of an indicator, either, though he doesn't hear anyone else in the apartment.

Haruichi and Furuya are probably gone, then.

Debating - he could get up, do some indoor workouts, make brunch/lunch, clean his guns, do some work - he eventually decides to push his mask up all the way to the top of his head. That's about as productive as he gets, because he takes one look at his bedmate and feels his heart clench in his chest.

Instead of getting out of bed, he curls in closer, lips brushing across Eijun's brow and hand tucking into the small of his back under his shirt. ]

thanks for the star prince au song, spotify discover

[tire]

SIGHT OF THE SUN. fun. I used to run at first sight of the sun, now I lay here waiting for you to wake up. The city outside still sounds like it’s on fire You put on new sheets, the white flag of a Saturday night I know we stayed up talking in circles But I like to think the symmetry will keep me close to you

THANKS SPOTIFY

[neraiuchi]

[ Miyuki Kazuya fucked up.

Now, this is a general fact of life. Miyuki regularly finds himself screwing up somewhere along the way, but never quite so bad that he can't cover it up or immediately recover. In this particular case, finding a celestial being in a crater and bringing them home is probably a royal fuckup in and of itself, but finding out that they're your soulmate and then going from there resulted in things kind of... going far too downhill than he'd anticipated. He was seeing a few people, at the time. Easy hookups that were good for all parties.

Except for the soulmate's.

It's more than a little appropriate that Eijun is a star prince, considering he's basically a sunbeam brought to life, all energy and determination and cheer. But for a while there, things just weren't looking good. Miyuki had fucked things up to the point that Eijun's depression was blatant, in the way he was constantly sleeping when he wasn't just... running. Like he could outrun the heartbreak - because that's what it was. Even Miyuki could feel it.

Which is why he's done everything, ever since he got his head out of his ass, to fix things. I'm sorry, he'd said. I'll be better. I'll make it up to you.

So he's done a lot, to make up for how things had started. He's taken him out on simple dates, gone places he thinks he'd like, brought him things. Shown him the world, properly, instead of halfassedly like he'd been doing for so long. Dog parks, ramen dates, teaching him more about baseball, festivals, movies. The works.

Tonight, it's a surprise, so Kazuya holds Eijun by both hands, walking backwards with an almost shy grin on his face compared to his usual. ] C'mon, just a bit further.

[koshien]

fourth of july. fall out boy. you are my favorite what if. you are my best i'll never know. and i'm starting to forget, just what did summer ever mean to you? what did it ever mean to you? (oh, i'm sorry, i didn't mean any of it. i just got too lonely, lonely. in between being young, and being right, you were my versailles at night.) "i wish i knew how much you loved me"; i wish i cared enough to know. "i'm sorry every song's about you." the torture of small talk with someone you used to love.

c:

[windups]

work song. hozier. When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her My babe would never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me.