𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼 & 𝙴𝚅𝙾𝙻𝚅𝙴.

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙼𝙴? 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴. i’ve come too far to pay heed to men i don’t know and we both know these walls cannot contain me. ANIME BASED MULTIMUSE featuring muses from haikyuu, free!, sk8, given, kuroko no basket, touken ranbu, naruto & more. written by cj.

[reborndreams]

*   hajime.

hajime  hums  in  amusement  upon  the  others  words.    ❝    mm  is  that  so?  how  come  it  always  works  then?    ❞    he  teases  through  a  smile  ,  though  expression  is  soft.  although  many  would  class  hajime’s  attitude  towards  tooru  as  one  of  tough  love  -  especially  in  their  middle  school  and  high  school  days.  but  those  that  spend  any  amount  of  time  with  him  are  well  are  aware  just  how  much  of  a  soft  spot  he  has  for  him.  it’s  impossible  to  miss  how  much  hajime  truly  fusses  over  his  boyfriend  and  his  wellbeing  —  the  way  the  lines  between  brows  soften  and  dark  gaze  seems  to  warm.  

he  chuckles  at  his  boyfriend  proving  his  point  with  another  whined  claim  ,  though  lets  it  slide  seeing  as  they  both  know  that’s  a  total  lie.    ❝    oh  to  have  my  back  washed  by  olympic  bronze  medalist  oikawa  tooru  ,  what  an  honour.    ❞    he  snickers  before  leaning  forward  to  press  his  forehead  against  the  others  ,  hand  sturdy  yet  soft  and  warm  against  the  back  of  his  neck.    ❝    which  i’ll  never  stop  reminding  you  of  how  proud  i  am.    ❞    tooru  always  works  so  hard  and  puts  everything  he  has  into  volleyball  ,  the  fruits  of  his  labours  rewarded.  and  hajime  knows  this  is  only  the  beginning  —  tooru  capable  of  anything  he  sets  his  mind  to.

he  presses  a  gentle  kiss  to  the  tip  of  his  nose  before  pulling  away  ,  palm  lingering  on  the  back  of  his  neck  as  he  looks  to  the  stool  beside  the  bathtub.  as  much  as  he’s  enjoyed  their  time  in  the  tub  ,  they  should  get  moving.  he  peels  himself  away  from  his  boyfriend  and  steps  out  of  the  water  ,  droplets  making  their  way  slowly  down  brown  skin.  he  then  offers  his  hand  to  help  tooru  out  ,  before  taking  a  seat  on  the  small  stool.  hajime  turns  the  shower  head  on  -  water  coming  out  in  a  gentle  yet  steady  stream  -  before  passing  it  over  his  head  and  to  the  man  behind  him.    ❝    i’ll  wash  you  after  ,  i  know  you’re  tired.    ❞    though  hajime  would  have  done  it  anyways  ,  even  if  tooru  didn’t  just  get  home  from  a  long  flight.    ❝    i’m  also  realizing  this  bathroom  isn’t  quite  suited  for  two.    ❞    he  already  knew  that  his  bathroom  -  and  entire  apartment  ,  for  that  matter  -  is  small  ,  though  it’s  much  more  obvious  when  trying  to  navigate  around  two  bodies  within  it.    ❝    guess  that  can  be  at  the  top  of  our  list  for  places  —  a  roomy  bathroom.    ❞

‘      because,  because--   ’    because  he,  oikawa  tooru,  is  painstakingly, irrevocably,  head  over  heels,   in  love  with  him,  and  has  been  long  before  he  even  knew  what  love  entailed. something  inside  of  him  just  clicked  whenever  he  was  around  iwaizumi,  and  when  he  finally  managed  to  identify  that  feeling  --  a  sensation  that  ran  deeper  than  longing  or  a  simple  crush  --  oikawa  felt  something  akin  to  relief. a  feeling  of  ‘this  makes  sense’  and  ‘this  feels  right’,  because  falling  in  love  with  iwaizumi  was  predestined,  he  thinks. he  was  meant  to  love  him.

for  all  his  teasing,  iwaizumi  is  more  gentle  than  he  may  let  on. which  oikawa  is  constantly  reminded  of. as  their  forehead  touch,  iwaizumi’s  palm  comes  to  rest  along  the  back  of  oikawa’s  neck  ;  his  grip  firm  and  warm,  so  very  iwaizumi. words  spill  from  his  lips,  laced  with  pride  and  care  and  oikawa  feels  the  corners  of  his  mouth  lift  upwards  as  warmth  gathers  in  his  chest.  ‘    i  know,  iwa-chan.  ’    he  mumbles.  that  same  warmth  spreads  upwards,  a  flush  settling  high  on  his  cheekbones  when  iwaizumi  presses  a  short  kiss  to  his  nose  before  pulling  away.  his  gaze  follows  the  other’s  movements,  lingering  on  the  contours  of  his  abdomen  and  the  curve  of  his  hips  momentarily  as  his  own  fingers  curl  around  the  outstretched  hand  before  him.  he  knows  he  has  forever  now  to  take  iwaizumi  in,  to  appreciate  every  piece  of  him,  with  his  eyes,  hands  and  lips,  but  it’s  been  a  long  few  weeks  and  quite  frankly,  oikawa  has  missed  his  boyfriend  in  more  ways  than  one.

he  allows  himself  another  moment  of  ( somewhat obvious )  ogling  before  settling  down  behind  him.  ‘   i  think  most  of  my  fatigue  disappeared  the  moment  i  saw  you  at  the  airport.  ’  oikawa  admits  with  a  chuckle. he  takes  the  shower  head,  aiming  the  spray  at  iwaizumi’s  back  with  one  hand  whilst  reaching  for  the  shower  gel.  he  squeezes  twice  before  gathering  a  decent  amount  onto  the  broad  shoulders  in  front  of  him. his  fingers  work  the  soap  into  iwaizumi’s  skin,  lathering  up  his  back,  and  oikawa  can’t  help  but  smile  at  the  mention  of  the  future  bathroom  --  their  future  bathroom. something  giddy  settles  into  his  stomach,  fluttering  around  like  dozens  of  butterflies,  as  he  allows  himself  to  think  of  their  future  home.   ‘    a  big  bathroom  is  very  important ;  i’m  thinking  double  sinks,  a  spacious  shower  and  nice  tub,  for  all  the  showers  and  baths  we’ll  inevitably  take  together.   ’    he  agrees  with  a  nod.  ‘   not  that  this  isn’t  nice  either,  very  intimate,  iwa-chan.   ’

[reborndreams]

this is tooru's last birthday before he leaves japan at the end of the summer , so hajime wants to make it special. he takes the other to all of their favourite places and treats him to all his favourite foods. now they sit on hajime's bed , where he places a small box in tooru's hand. inside the box sits a promise ring - nothing overly expensive , but it shines in the light of the room. his cheeks are warm as he puts a hand on tooru's leg. " you don't have to wear it , but i wanted to make a promise to you. a promise that i'll be here waiting for you. a promise that i'll always be supporting you , no matter what you do. a promise that i'll never stop loving you. " he pauses and lets out a breath , raising his gaze to look into tooru's eyes. " and a promise that i'll replace this with the real thing , once you return. "

oikawa’s  birthday  is  a  big  deal. it  always  has  been. he’s  never  been  shy  about  his  wishes  and  expectations  surrounding  the  joyous  occasion ;  assuring  that  everyone  within  a  thirty  mile  radius  would  be  dutifully  notified  of  the  celebrations  that  occurred  on  july  20th. evidently,  it's  also  the  birth date  of  alexander  the  great.  and, as  fate  would  have  it,  iwaizumi's  birthday  --  forty  days  before  his  --  june  10th,  is  alexander's  death  date. it  almost  seems  like  they  were  destined  to  match. oikawa  likes  to  think  that  the  stars  had  somehow  thrown  their  souls  together  when  they  both  were  created  ;  born  out  of  stardust. (  ‘it  can’t  be  a  coincidence,  iwa-chan’  ).

for  eighteen  years,  oikawa  has  had  the  pleasure  of  celebrating  his  birthday  with  those  he  loved  --  in  a  variety  of  ways. there  have  been  trips  to  the  beach,  parties  at  the  arcade  downtown,  small  get-togethers  at  his  grandparents'  house  and  bigger  celebrations  with  the  entire  team  at  his  own  home.  which  often  included  unexpected  sleepovers,  naturally. and  every  single  year,  for  every  celebration,  from  age  five  until  nineteen,  iwaizumi  had  been  present  ;  a  constant  in  oikawa's  life. he  doesn't  remember  a  birthday  without  iwaizumi,  doesn't  remember  a  time  where  the  boy  wasn't  a  stable  presence  in  oikawa's  life.   

this  birthday  is  different,  though.   

it's  his  last  birthday  in  japan  and he  wonders  if  it's  the  last  one  they  will  spend  together. will  iwaizumi  be  able  to  see  him  in  person  next  year  ?  oikawa's  stomach  churns  at  the  thought  of  their  soon-to-be  separation  and  he  pushes  those  thoughts  aside  as  he  climbs  onto  iwaizumi's  bed.

his  hands  run  back  and  forth  over  the  familiar  blue  comforter,  and  he  looks  up  when  iwaizumi  lowers  himself  next  to  him. they  had  spent  the  majority  of  the  day  together,  with  iwaizumi  dragging  oikawa  towards  all  of  his  favorite  locations  across  town. it  was  clear  that  iwaizumi  wanted  to  make  this  birthday  as  special  as  possible  and  oikawa's  chest  swelled  with  fondness  at  every  gesture,  every  surprise.

as  they  sit  on  his  bed  now,  a  small  box  is  placed  into  his  palms. surprise  colors  his  features,  eyes  blinking  rapidly  as  he  glances  from  the  box  towards  iwaizumi  ;  whose  cheekbones  are  dusted  red.   ‘   what’s  this,  iwa-chan  ?  ’    he  notices  the  weight  of  iwaizumi's  hand  on  his  thigh,  warm  and  comforting  even  through  the  layers  of  his  jeans.

as  he  uncaps  the  box,  surprise  transforms  into  astonishment  ;  brown  eyes  widening  upon  seeing  a  small,  silver,  ring. he  knows  what  it  means. he  knows  what  the  ring  symbolizes,  what  it  signifies,  but  words  fail  him,  his  mouth  desperately  trying  to  play  catch  up  with  his  brain,  which  only  leads  to  an  unintelligible  noise.

luckily,  iwaizumi  seems  to  be  far  more  eloquent.

oikawa  looks  at  him  as  he  begins  to  speak,  eyes  still  comically  wide  at  both  the  gift  and  the  words  that  tumble  from  his  boyfriend's  lips.  he's  vaguely  aware  of  the  heat  gathering  in  his  cheeks  --  and  the  way  it  seems  to  travel  down  his  neck,  spreading  across  his  chest  and  most  likely  the  rest  of  his  body.

his  skin  feels  as  though  it's  on  fire. as  if  there  are  flames  coursing  through  his  veins,  rather  than  blood. the  thrumming  of  his  heart  is  loud  in  his  ears,  deafening  even,  and  the  very  organ  that  keeps  him  alive  feels  as  if  it's  ready  to  leap  out  of  his  chest.

he  wonders  when  iwaizumi  had  turned  into  this  person  ;  someone  who  seemed  far  older  than  he  actually  was,  who  seemed  to  have  everything  figured  out. perhaps  he's  always  been  like  that.

promises  spill  from  his  lips  and  oikawa's  throat  feels  dry  and  his  eyes  feel  wet  and  his  skin  feels  hot. the  flutters  in  his  stomach  and  the  pounding  in  his  chest  have  somehow  increased  exponentially  and  he  wonders  if  it's  possible  to  go  into  cardiac  arrest  because  of  the  sheer  magnitude  of  his  feelings  for  this  amazing,  wonderful  boy.

there  are  approximately  forty-five  things  he  wants  to  say,  yet  the  only  word,  name,  that  escapes  him  is:  ‘hajime’.

it's  whispered  in  astonishment. then  again,  louder,  and  again.

and  again.

‘   hajime  !   ’ 

because  his  world  is  filled  with  nothing  but  him:  iwaizumi,  iwa-chan,  hajime.

his  arms  are  thrown  around  his  boyfriend's  neck  as  he  all  but  launches  himself  at  iwaizumi,  causing  the  two  of  them  to  nearly  tumble  off  the  bed.

luckily,  iwaizumi  manages  to  catch  him  --  because  it's  iwaizumi  and  he  will  always  catch  him  --  and  oikawa  stares  down  at  beautiful  brown  eyes. his  bottom  lip  trembles  and  he  vaguely  notices  the  first  tear  sliding  down  his  cheek,  followed  by  another,  and  another,  and  another.

it’s  too  much,  he  thinks,  pressing  his  face  into  the  crook  of  iwaizumi’s  neck. he  breathes  in  deeply,  breathes  him  in  ;  the  familiar  scent  of  his  shampoo,  mixed  with  his  favorite  deodorant,  and  something  else  --  something  that  is  so  inexplicably  iwaizumi.

oikawa  lets  takes  another  deep  breath  before  ultimately  pulling  back  slightly.  the  back  of  his  hand  wipes  across  his  eyes  and  he  exhales  shakily.  a  smile  find  its  way  onto  his  lips  and  he  notices  the  slight  tremor  in  his  voice  as  he  speaks. 

‘    i’m  going  to  wear  it. i’m  going  to  wear  it  every  day,  hajime. because  i  want  to. and  i  want  you. just  you,  only  you.  ’    there’s  a  pause  before  he  speaks  again.   ‘    i  love  you. so,  so  much. and  sometimes  i  wonder  if  i  deserve  you  ;  if  i  deserve  someone  as  good  as  you  waiting  for  me  here.   ’     another  pause,  and  this  time  oikawa  releases  a  chuckle.   ‘   but  i’ll  come  back  to  you.   i’ll  always  come  back  to  you. because  it’s  you,  it’s  always  been  you. only  you.    ’ 

his  palms  fit  themselves  against  the  curve  of  iwaizumi’s  cheekbones,  like  they  have  done  so  many  times  before,  and  oikawa  leans  in  to  press  their  foreheads  together  for  a  moment. he  brushes  his  thumb  back  and  forth  over  tanned  skin,  lips  finding  hajime’s  a  mere  moment  later  in  a  kiss  that  is  slow,  gentle,  soft. he  kisses  him  again  and  again,  until  his  jaw  aches  and  his  lips  are  bruised. he  kisses  him  with  the  promise  of  returning,  with  the  promise  of  giving  hajime  everything  he  deserves  and  more. 

[weisying]

happy birthday iwaizumi hajime! » 「10.06」

[reborndreams]

* hajime. 

he  had  it  under  control  —  or  at  least  he  thought  he  did.  dual  blades  sliced  and  hacked  through  skittering  limbs  ,  body  constantly  moving  to  avoid  the  numerous  creatures  trying  to  grab  and  strike  him.  normally  the  pair  wouldn’t  have  much  of  an  issue  ,  but  the  sheer  number  of  enemies  had  left  them  on  the  defensive  and  he  found  himself  taking  a  knee  after  one  of  the  spider  bastards  got  him.

a  displeased  grunt  escapes  throat  when  tooru  drops  him  onto  the  couch  with  the  gentleness  of  a  brick.  he  manages  to  pull  himself  upright  through  tightly  gritted  teeth  ,  metallic  overwhelming  his  senses  -  left  side  red  hot  and  burning  as  body  is  pulled  taut  with  pain.  he  breathes  out  slowly  ,  trying  to  somewhat  keep  his  composure.    ❝    i  assure  you  that  i  don’t  plan  on  going  anywhere.    ❞    nails  dig  into  the  couch  when  tooru  pulls  up  his  shirt  ,  fabric  clinging  to  torn  skin  from  the  sheer  amount  of  blood  and  grime.  hajime  nearly  doubles  over  when  the  cotton  ball  makes  contact  ,  a  flurry  of  curses  filling  the  space  between  them  as  he  fights  the  urge  to  kick  tooru  away  ,  swallowing  heavily  amidst  the  pain.  dirty  boots  slide  against  the  wooden  floor  as  a  thick  vein  pops  from  temple  ,  eyes  and  jaw  squeezing  so  tightly  that  it  makes  hajime’s  head  spin  -  though  that  may  also  be  from  the  blood  loss.    ❝    fucking  hell  —    ❞

even  though  they’ve  done  this  many  times  before,  it  never  gets  easier  seeing  the  person  you  love  get  injured. he  blames  himself  sometimes ;  mulling  over  what-ifs  and  doubting  his  ability  as  a  leader. ( iwaizumi  would  chew  him  out  if  he  were  to  voice  this  ). and  yet,  doubt  creeps  into  his  mind  like  a  spider  --  moving  around  in  his  skull  with  slow,  languid  steps.  ‘   you  better  not. i’ll  get  mad  if  you  do.  ’

oikawa  pushes  those  thoughts  away,  focusing  on  gash  in  iwaizumi’s  side  instead. blood,  sweat  and  grime  are  mixed  together,  a  metallic  scent  filling  the  air  around  them. he  remembers  loathing  the  smell  initially ;  it’s  become  almost  normal  now. he  doesn’t  miss  the  cuss  words,  or  the  way  iwaizumi  flinches  --  it’s  expected  --  and  he  keeps  a  firm  hand  on  his  thigh  to  keep  him  still  and  to  keep  him  grounded.  ‘  i  know,  i  know.  ’  he  murmurs. brown  eyes  briefly  scan  the  study  once  more  before  locating  a  water  bottle  on  the  desk  and  he  abandons  his  initial  task  in  favor  of  grabbing  it. once  he’s  kneeling  in  front  of  iwaizumi  again,  oikawa  gently  pours  water  along  the  damaged  skin. he  uses  a  cloth  to  wipe  off  any  excess  blood  and  dirt,  assuring  that  the  area  is  completely  clean  before  reaching  for  a  needle  and  thread. he  briefly  allows  his  gaze  to  flicker  up  towards  iwaizumi's  face,  lips  pressed  into  a  thin  line.

while  he's  not  nearly  on  watari's  level,  oikawa  thinks  he's  quite  capable  at  stitching  a  wound. he  works  quick,  pulling  the  skin  together  with  the  push-and-pull  of  the  needle  and  thread.  ‘   you're  going  to  have  to  be  careful  the  upcoming  weeks.  ’  he  mumbles  as  he  finishes  the  final  stitch. his  fingers  are  coated  in  a  light  layer  of  crimson  and  he  breathes  out  a  sigh  of  relief  before  grabbing  another  cotton  ball. ‘  okay,  show  me  the  others  too.  ’

[leneemusing]

nonverbal memes

add + to reverse who does the action

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention  [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine  [ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket  [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.  [ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning  [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair  [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair  [ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine  [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room  [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer  [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger  [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying  [ eat ]  for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine  [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance  [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine  [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap  [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring  [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually  [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support  [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm  [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand  [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did  [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine  [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap  [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down  [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away  [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare  [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation  [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury  [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine  [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger  [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine  [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ruinmemes]

CARING SENTENCE STARTERS 

for muses that need a little love. 

❝  i’m here for you.  ❞

❝  let me help with that.  ❞

❝  i’m here.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna hurt you.  ❞

❝  if they do it again, you tell me.  ❞

❝  i’ll protect you. ❞

❝  i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.  ❞

❝  let me take a look…  ❞

❝  i’m a phone call away.  ❞

❝  you should have called me.  ❞

❝  here, sleep.  ❞

❝  if you wanna talk, i’m here.  ❞

❝  hey, shh, it’s okay.  ❞

❝  i’ll never let you go.  ❞

❝  you’re with me now.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞

❝  i’ll do what i have to.  ❞

❝  i need you to stay here, okay? i got this.  ❞

❝  it’s safe here.  ❞

❝  i’m fine, let me see your face.  ❞

❝  we’re gonna have to keep ice on that.  ❞

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐖𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  ,  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  .

longing  /  endearing  one  -  liners  as  taken  from  the  website  pinterest  . customize  as  you  wish  !

❛  the  first  time  i  met  you  ,  i  had  no  damn  idea  i’d  love  you  this  much  .  ❜ ❛  i  wish  i  could  just  protect  you  from  everything  .  ❜ ❛  i  noticed  you  .  how  could  i  not  ?  ❜ ❛  i’ll  hold  your  hand  the  whole  way  through  ,  don’t  worry  .  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  .  so  much  .  you’re  all  i  fucking  think  about  .  ❜ ❛  you  are  made  of  comets  and  stars  .  do  not  let  anyone  treat  you  as  if  you  are  dirt  and  dust  .  ❜ ❛  i  love  how  i  can  just  look  at  you  and  be  happy  .  ❜ ❛  i  woke  up  and  the  first  thing  i  wanted  was  you  .  ❜ ❛  i  love  everything  you  hate  about  yourself  .  ❜ ❛  pinky  -  promise  me  you  won’t  leave  .  ❜ ❛  i’m  always  tired  but  never  of  you  .  ❜ ❛  you’re  it  ,  you’re  my  person  .  ❜ ❛  you  are  the  peace  i  crave  in  this  chaotic  world  .  ❜ ❛  now  i  wish  we  never  met  because  you’re  too  hard  to  forget  .  ❜ ❛  i’d  pick  your  thunder  ,  i’d  pick  your  rain  ;  over  anyone’s  sunshine  any  day  .  ❜ ❛  you  steady  me  and  stir  me  all  at  once  .  ❜ ❛  and  then  i  knew  that  i  could  become  homesick  for  you  too  .  ❜ ❛  i  just  want  to  spend  forever  getting  high  off  what  it  feels  like  to  be  around  you  .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  got  something  they  don’t  .  ❜ ❛  what  a  plot  twist  you  were  .  ❜ ❛  i  told  the  stars  about  you  .  ❜ ❛  stay  .  i  need  you  more  than  you  think  .  ❜ ❛  you  still  feel  like  home  .  ❜ ❛  come  over  here  and  make  my  clothes  smell  like  you  again  .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  kiss  you  and  it  kills  me  .  ❜

[leneemusing]

prompts for my favorite tropes

please feel free to specify which muse is doing what. 

one muse finds out the other is hiding an injury 

one muse accidentally falls asleep on the other

one muse purposefully rests against the other and falls asleep

one muse finds the other injured and helps them (either just acquainted or strangers) 

one muse shows up to comfort the other who called them

one muse shows up to comfort the other unprompted

muses are forced to share a bed

one muse wakes the other from a nightmare 

one muse comes and lays in the other’s lap

one muse who is usually antagonistic finds the other muse crying and ends up trying to comfort them

one muse who is usually antagonistic finds the other muse injured and ends up helping them 

one muse has a near death experience and wakes up to the other at their bedside

one muse stays at the other’s side until they wake up after a near death experience 

one muse is sick and the other takes care of them

one muse gets hurt causing the other to profess their love 

[anisstaranise]

We have so much to cover.

— Empire Line, The National.

[shanblackrx]

He’s stressed

[dailyfreegifs]

Happy Birthday, Sousuke Yamazaki ♥ (September 14)

[dicennio]

Iwaoi a summary by Gusari

[bloomejasmine]

I’m only comfortable when I’m with you

[fyeahsmokinhot]

Kaoru + NAME CALLING

[reborndreams]

^ - ^ oikawa-san ~ ! ♡

i feel like im being baited into something

[reborndreams]

it’s a little after 3 a.m. when they stumble into his study  ;  quiet grunts and annoyed groans spilling from their lips. his desk is exactly how he’d left it -- an organized mess. papers and books are scattered across the wooden surface, haphazardly thrown around amidst important research and promptly abandoned when there had been reports of suspicious activity in asakusa. as it turns out, the neighborhood had been tormented by a number of tsuchigumo. nothing out of the ordinary. but the number of spider-like demons had been an unpleasant surprise to say the least. hence why oikawa’s limping towards the couch, iwaizumi’s arm draped over his shoulder. 

he drops iwaizumi on the couch first, with less gentleness than he’d initially planned, and he apologizes swiftly before rummaging through the drawers of his desk before retrieving a first-aid kit.  ‘   sit up, iwa-chan. and do stay with me, will you ?   ’  he instructs, attempting to sound far more confident than he feels as he kneels down in front of iwaizumi. fingers curl around the fabric of a blood soaked shirt and he inhales sharply as he’s finally able to assess the wound. a cotton ball is thoroughly drenched with an antiseptic solution before carefully being placed atop the cut on iwaizumi’s side.  ‘    this will sting a bit.   ’

[reborndreams]

[tap dances]