#dont you also need calories to not be cold? hmm

[speakofthedebbie]

i wonder if my current bad mood is being exacerbated by the fact i havent eaten anything since lunch except for honeydew cubes a couple pringles and a kitkat. surely that cant be that culprit.

[kanasmusings]

[Translation] TsukiPro Special CD - Starry Sky Collection Track 2

Yay~! This time, it’s VAZZROCK!! Next one is Mamoru and Koki’s and then the rest of the Yaminabe series dramas ww

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Also, Sho briefly mentions the story behind Lyra the constellation so, please do give it a read to understand it completely ^^

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Track 02: [心揺さぶる音楽を -こと座 ベガ-] “Music that Shakes the Heart – from the Constellation of Lyra – Vega”

Mamiya Takaaki, Kira Ouka, Onoda Sho, and Nadumi Ruka

[0:00]

  MAMIYA: Everyone, thank you very much. We’ll leave the rest to you.

SHO: We’ll leave it in your care.

SHO: We’ll be taking our leave now.

OUKA: Thank you very much for today.

RUKA: Thank you~!

  SHO: Now then, thank you for the hard work once again.

MAMIYA: Good work.

OUKA: Great job.

RUKA: Yay~! We all did well!

SHO: With this, VazzRaji’s first season recording is now finished.

SHO: Our party with the staff is over as well and now all we need to do is return to the dorms.

SHO: I heard that if we go straight home from here, it’s not that far but…

SHO: Takaaki, do you want to call a taxi?

MAMIYA: Ah, that’s right. Let’s call for one by the main street.

MAMIYA: But, uh… Can I ride a different one (from yours)?

OUKA: A different one? Where do you plan on going?

MAMIYA: Don’t look at me with such cold eyes~ I just feel like going for a little walk.

MAMIYA: If I walk from here to the dorm…

RUKA: If we’ll trust the map application, it’d take about 10 minutes!

MAMIYA: See? That’s what he said. It’s not really that far.

MAMIYA: I was just thinking of walking around to feel a bit refreshed.

MAMIYA: That much is fine, isn’t it?

RUKA: Ah! Then, I’ll do the same~! I don’t really like the smell of taxis and I try avoiding them as much as possible.

RUKA: Also, I ate a looooott of meat and rice so I wanna exercise a bit!

RUKA: And so~ Takaaki-kun, can I go with you~?

MAMIYA: Of course, you’re welcome to~! Let’s take it easy together, ‘kay?

RUKA: Alrighty~!

OUKA: (sighs) Ruka, if you walk back to the dorms from here, won’t it override your calorie intake?

RUKA: Non, non, non, Ouka-kun~ Doing things when you feel like doing them is important, too!

RUKA: In other words, there’d be no feelings of guilt lingering!

OUKA: Is it like that?

RUKA: Yes, it is! It’s kinda the same as when women go shopping.

RUKA: “Oh, I might find some use for this,” they say and then they end up buying more than intended~

RUKA: In my case, I say “I’ll lose it all in practice tomorrow” and then I eat as much as I can!

RUKA: If you say that, you won’t feel as guilty! Doing the things you love sometimes is important, too~

RUKA: It’s essential, right~?

OUKA: I see… That’s deep.

MAMIYA: By the way, I only want to walk, okay?

SHO: Yes~ I don’t really have any feelings of guilt but, can I join you for your night walk?

MAMIYA: Oh~ Sho, you wanna walk, too?

SHO: Yes, I’m the same as you, Takaaki.

SHO: Heading straight back to the dorms feels like a waste and somehow, I’m in the mood to walk, too.

SHO: I had so much fun a while ago that I feel like wanting to enjoy your company for a while longer.

MAMIYA: In Sho’s case, isn’t it just because you had too much to drink?

MAMIYA: You’re looking quite pale, y’know~? See? (Mamiya touches Sho’s hand) Your hand’s a bit warm, too.

SHO: (chuckles) Is that so? Well, maybe it is, since Takaaki’s hand feels cool and nice.

RUKA: Were you bad at handling your alcohol, Sho-kun?

RUKA: Like, your head feels floaty whenever you drink?

SHO: Hmm… I don’t think I’m particularly bad or good.

SHO: Though, it’s true that my head feels kind of floaty but, it doesn’t really go beyond that.

RUKA: Heh~ I’ll remember that~

SHO: Hm? Why would you want to remember that?

RUKA: When I know what my friends’ limits are, I can help them when they’re troubled about what to drink next or when they’re about to pass out, right~?

RUKA: I can handle my alcohol well so don’t hesitate to rely on me, ‘kay~

SHO: Thank you. Ruka’s very kind and reliable, huh?

MAMIYA: ROCK DOWN’s bonds are so dazzling~

MAMIYA: Alright! Then, Ouka will go home first in a taxi and then—

OUKA: Wait. Do you really think I’m that much of a loner to go home by taxi when you’re all walking?

MAMIYA: Yeah.

OUKA: (Ouka grabs Mamiya by the necktie) You should at least lie in a situation like this.

MAMIYA: (with a pained voice) O-O-Ouka-kun… Ouka-kun? Don’t pull my necktie…! My neck’s gonna fall off…!

MAMIYA: My neck’s gonna snap…!

RUKA: (smiles) VAZZY’s bonds are so tight, huh~!?

SHO: Ouka, calm down~

OUKA: Tch.

RUKA: So, that means~ Ouka-kun’s gonna walk with us?

OUKA: I am. Now that that’s decided, let’s get going.

OUKA: Let’s go. Hurry up and go.

RUKA: Yes sir~

MAMIYA: Y-yes…

[05:00]

  RUKA: (singing) ♪ Let’s go on a walk, let’s go on a walk~! ♪

RUKA: (singing) ♪ I am the great Ruka-kun~! ♪

SHO: (chuckles) Ruka’s in a good mood, huh?

OUKA: I’d understand if that was his energy after drinking but, I’m surprised that he’s naturally like that.

OUKA: In a way, he’s pretty energetic.

MAMIYA: That’s to be expected. Ruka’s a stage actor after all.

MAMIYA: I think he’s got more energy than a certain someone here~ He’s got pretty great stamina.

OUKA: I see.

SHO: I’m so sorry, Ouka. We ended up going home by walking.

OUKA: Ah, no. If I’m being honest, I was the same as everyone else. I felt like going for a walk.

OUKA: That’s why you don’t have to mind it.

MAMIYA: Oh my~! You’re quite honest with Sho, aren’t you, Ouka?

OUKA: If someone tells me something directly, I answer as honestly as I can.

OUKA: That’s all there is to it.

MAMIYA: In other words, you’re rebellious when it comes to me?

RUKA: (smiles) Walking like this together with everyone feels kinda nice, huh~?

RUKA: The food and alcohol during the staff party was great, too! I’m extremely satisfied~

RUKA: I’m super happy!

OUKA: Ruka, your voice is too loud.

RUKA: (laughs) I’m sorry, Ouka-kun.

RUKA: I’m feeling good and the wind feels so nice~ I just got taken in by the atmosphere. (to Sho) Right~?

SHO: Hm? Yes~ (to Mamiya) Right?

MAMIYA: (to Ouka) Right~?

OUKA: Ruka and Sho aside, when Takaaki does it, it’s disgusting.

MAMIYA: So mean!

RUKA: Alright~! Sho-kun and I passed!

MAMIYA: Discrimination is not good, Ouka.

OUKA: Don’t hold on to me, you drunk.

MAMIYA: I didn’t drink any though~

MAMIYA: I only drank like, one beer and about two or three ciders.

RUKA: Me, too! Normally, I’d drink so much more but, I have to wake up early tomorrow.

RUKA: Hm… But, Takaaki-kun, Ouka-kun, Sho-kun, and I are kinda a rare combi so—

RUKA: Going home so early just kinda feels like a waste…

SHO: Even though you say that Ruka, Gaku asked me to take you home safely.

RUKA: Ack! That bastard…!

MAMIYA: As expected from his partner! He can read you like a book~

OUKA: You laugh at him and all that but, you need to wake up early for filming tomorrow, too.

OUKA: Walk properly, get home, and then go to sleep.

OUKA: Don’t tell me, “let me watch one video before going to sleep,” got it?

MAMIYA: (groans)

SHO: (laughs) Looks like he can read you well, too~

SHO: Although Takaaki takes his work seriously, there are times when he indulges himself, huh?

SHO: Just like me~

RUKA: I-I don’t think that’s something you should be smiling about, Sho-kun… (laughs nervously)

OUKA: Good grief… So, our leaders have the same weird tendencies.

SHO: Please don’t abandon me.

[08:19]

  SHO: (gasps)

RUKA: Hm, what’s wrong, Sho-kun?

SHO: Look, Ruka. Since there are no buildings around, you can see the stars properly.

RUKA: Ah! It’s true!

RUKA: Woah~! Since when did I last see the stars like this~?

OUKA: We might have seen them but didn’t really notice them much.

MAMIYA: So, they can be seen properly even in the city, huh~!

OUKA: The stars I saw from my relative’s house when I was younger were even more amazing.

MAMIYA: Heh~ In the countryside?

OUKA: In Okayama Prefecture’s prefectural border.

OUKA: I was in elementary school back then probably. I went there about 2 or 3 times during summer vacation.

OUKA: In any case, the stars were so beautiful that I’d lay down and look up at them until my mother came to scold me.

OUKA: It’s such a vivid memory that when I close my eyes sometimes, I feel like I can still see them.

OUKA: The scent of incense, the squeaking of the wooden floorboards, the sound of the wind chimes, and the starry sky spreading from the night sky.

RUKA: When I imagine Ouka-kun with stars, it makes for such a perfect picture that I get scared~

RUKA: Ouka-kun, you really love stars, huh?

OUKA: I guess. I love them.

OUKA: Not just the stars but the universe in general. When it’s shown on T.V. I end up watching it completely.

MAMIYA: This is my first time hearing that~

OUKA: Have I not told you…?

OUKA: Don’t you generally prefer conversations where you can talk of anything compared to half-hearted ones that don’t fit your interests?

OUKA: It feels good to be able to talk about what you love, doesn’t it?

MAMIYA: I see~ That’s such a great reason that’s so fitting of you, Ouka.

RUKA: I love stars too but, not on a realistic scale, I guess.

RUKA: I love things with star designs! They can be cute or cool~!

RUKA: Oh, and they’re good luck~!

MAMIYA: Oh! Now that you mention it, I feel like a lot of your t-shirts and bags have star designs on them!

MAMIYA: Don’t you have shoes like that, too? Ya know, the ones designed with stars for buckles and stuff?

RUKA: As expected from Takaaki-kun! You’ve observed well, huh~? Those are my favorite~

RUKA: It’s the one I decorated with the make-up artist backstage! It’s the only one of its kind in the world~

RUKA: I wear them to feel in the mood before a play!

SHO: You really take acting seriously, huh~ Leaving it to luck is not manly, was it?

SHO: Though, you give me the impression that you would leave it to your own abilities.

RUKA: (laughs) That’s correct! That’s exactly it!

RUKA: Whether it’s luck or abilities, the one that wins in the end is the me who practiced a lot.

RUKA: The only superstition I believe are good luck charms, I guess.

RUKA: I usually feel like giving it my all when I’m acting since I can~

RUKA: Though, there are a lot of people on stage who believe in superstitions.

SHO: True. I think I have the same way of thinking. The world is not so simple that we can win on luck alone.

SHO: But, we can’t completely undermine luck and being lucky. That’s about it, I guess~

RUKA: Yep~! Samesies~

[11:43]

  SHO: (chuckles) Hey, does everyone know the legend of Vega from the Lyra constellation? It’s one of the brightest stars in the Summer Triangle.

MAMIYA: That’s pretty sudden~ The Summer Triangle constellation is uh… Altair, Vega, and… Ah, Deneb! It’s that one, right?

MAMIYA: The only thing I know about it are the stars’ names.

OUKA: I’m the same.

RUKA: Wow, you’re amazing! I didn’t even know the stars’ names!

RUKA: I only know the words “Summer Triangle”.

SHO: (chuckles) That’s exactly it.

SHO: Lyra is the constellation that’s shaped like a musical instrument. It’s the lyre that appears in Greek mythology.

SHO: The story goes is that it’s Orpheus’s lyre up in the sky.

SHO: The legend says that Orpheus went to the Underworld to reclaim his departed wife.

SHO: He offered his music to the King of the Underworld and managed to charm him.

SHO: Though, it seems like he failed with his initial plans of bringing his beloved back.

SHO: I’ve been told this story when I was young and I remember admiring the music that was supposed to have swayed even the King of the Underworld’s heart.

SHO: I just remembered that suddenly.

RUKA: I feel like Sho-kun’s violin can shake the heart of the King of the Underworld, too~

SHO: No, no. I still have ways to go.

SHO: I think that the violin is something that I still have to learn for quite a long time.

SHO: It’s never-ending and it makes me feel a bit scared but, it has its own charm, too.

OUKA: It might be quite similar to the reason why I admire the universe.

OUKA: Something that we want to chase for an eternity.

RUKA: Ah, that kind of phrasing is perfect for my ideal stars!

RUKA: Something that we admire for eternity is something that we’d yearn for for a long time!

RUKA: Isn’t that cool~?

MAMIYA: I feel you. Though, it’d be a plus if I can make mine shorter.

MAMIYA: See? Just like those stars spreading above our heads right now.

MAMIYA: I can see them all the time and I feel like I can reach my hand out to them. They’re always watching over us.

MAMIYA: I was just thinking that it’d be nice if the fans thought of us like that, too.

OUKA: “Watching over” is so like you.

MAMIYA: Right?

SHO: Right now, we are the ones being watched over by the stars, huh?

SHO: Let’s continue to do our best so that we can become those kinds of admirable people~

RUKA: Yeah!

RUKA: (singing) ♪ Let’s go home, let’s go home~! I am the great Ruka-kun~! ♪

OUKA: Like I said, your voice is too loud.

MAMIYA: Alright, let’s sing together in a moderate tone then~

MAMIYA: Alright, Ouka, you too~!

OUKA: I won’t sing.

  SHO: (chuckles) We’ll continue to make music that will shake your heart one day.

SHO: Beautiful and dazzling music just like the stars that’s dedicated for you.

  ==END==

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anonymous asked:

so a scenario with akaashi, kyoutani (if you do him) and iwaizumi where its like a GANGAU kinda thing and their s/o becomes a target for their rival gang and they kidnap her nd once the guys find her and stuff afterwards they treat her wounds and cuddles everywhere and fluffiness (unless they dont find her??? o.0) up to you but extra points for fluffyness at the enddd <333

Here’s the next installment! Thanks for the wait, and I hope this is (despite my ever persistent angst) fluffy enough, well, for Kyoutani’s standards anyway. Enjoy!

Akaashi.

It hadn’t been a pretty sight, watching the bodies fall one by one behind your swollen, bruised eyelids. Once you had been found and recovered to safety, everyone started talking to you like you weren’t there, like you weren’t right in the middle of it- like all those people on the floor, slaughtered, weren’t because of you. Of course, it might not have been, and you’re beginning to really think so. The boss had looked right past you when you were brought in to report, the group responsible had let their gazes linger over you with a calculating stare, glancing over you like potential collateral. You probably were, but before that, you had thought that you were at least part of the team. Well, until you got yourself caught. Until you became baggage.

“Thinking your way to hell again?”

It’s a rough, familiar voice that doesn’t give any leeway for gentleness to seep in, but it makes you smile all the same. Your shoulders melt a little, the press of your hands together slowly defrosting in this warm apartment that for now, is still safe. Nobody simply walks into the mad dog’s kennel, after all.

“You know how I am,” you throw a sheepish smile over your shoulder, “can’t help bad habits.”

“Hmm…” Kyoutani, with a mug of something steaming in each hand, nudges you with a foot and settles down into the free space beside you on his sofa. “Guess it’s not all bad. Someone’s got to do the brain work after all.”

“And we all know how you are with that,” you tease. His stern face crinkles a little with amusement that’s only ever granted to you, and he sets the mugs down on the coasters in front of him. You’ve always wondered, for someone so brash and careless as Kyoutani, he’s oddly cautious of his own belongings. Like he’s protecting them, like once they’re gone, they’re gone for good.

You place a soft hand over his, and he looks at you out of the corner of his eye. “Thanks for getting me out,” you tell him. It’s an apology, you both knew that, but you also both knew how he hated hearing those.

Kyoutani shrugs, stiff and unfamiliar. “Just doing what I had to.”

Maybe it was, and maybe it wasn’t.

“They said that you were almost about to storm in alone and with a single knife trying to reach the room I was in.” A slight tilt upwards of your lip. “Like a hero.”

His face scrunches up with disgust and it makes you laugh, cackling and aching in a way you’ve missed. “Fuck that, do I look like some kind of hero to you?”

“Maybe not Superman,” you ponder, “maybe Robin? Oh, oh, you’re Superboy.”

“No clue what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah right, don’t tell me you don’t peek at my comics when you think I’m not looking.”

“...You calling me angsty? I don’t punch walls and shit, not like that little shithead.”

“Uh.”

“What?”

“...You really do.” The cackles come again when Kyoutani’s face balloons up into a red fanfare accompanied with emanating heat and all. “You should have seen the way you looked after all those guys were taken down. Dark and mysterious and all that jazz,” you prod him with a finger, your eyes sly and twinkling with amusement at his expense.

Kyoutani, however, falls quiet. “Wasn’t a mirror, was there?” he says lowly, and all of a sudden it seems like he’s towering over you even though you’re not much shorter, and the shadows on his face seem like the only thing that colours it. “I saw you though. Tied up on the floor. Bruised. Bleeding.” He burns his own gaze into your eyes. “Fucked up by those assholes.”

“It wasn’t anything I couldn’t take.”

“And here you are,” he continues like you never said a word, “pretending like you’re tough. Pretending like you’re fucking steel.”

It hurts more than you expected it to. A sting to your pride- that irritating thing that keeps on rearing its head at the worst moments, and you force your head away. You can’t look at him now, not when he’s putting it like that. Not when he’s completely fucking right.

“I’m not weak,” you insist. You don’t know to whom anymore, at this rate.

“Didn’t say you were,” he replies, his voice uncharacteristically soft, and you have to wonder how much your abduction really scared him. How much he actually thought he had lost you, because he’s lost so much that he can’t even remember what he started off with in the first place. “But we all got our limits. You can’t just pretend they don’t exist because you want to be invincible. Bones break whether or not you want ‘em to.”

“Oh yeah? You looked like a demon when you walked in.” A harsh laugh pushes itself up your throat and it sounds so ugly that you wish you could cram it back in. “I was barely conscious, but I’m pretty sure what I took you gave back tenfold.”

Kyoutani shrugs again. This time easier, smoother, because he means it. “I was angry.”

“Angry’s bit of an understatement.”

“Does it fucking matter?” He’s pissed off now, you can tell from the way his arms tense up and how his words grow shorter. Something in you wants to flinch, but you stay fixed in your seat, determined to have this at least. “I was out of my fucking mind ‘cus I was so angry, okay? They fucking took you, under my goddamn nose, and I had to carry you out of that shithole. You barely had a patch of skin that wasn’t fucked up, so yeah, damn right I’m angry. But this isn’t the same and you know it.”

You breathe deeply, like you’re trying to breathe sense back into your life and what you get instead is a strong wave of the tea he knows is your favourite, his almost cologne-like musk that he leaves on everything, and the undercurrent of all the things they said he was when he found out that you had been taken. It’s enough, you think. Enough to not be the only girl in the team for one afternoon, for you to put down what had earned you their respect in the first place and just be be you. Be the person that Kyoutani Koutarou almost tore down his own team to reach.

Maybe that person isn’t so strong. Maybe that person did cry and scream when they were hurt, when the knives scraped under their skin. Maybe- no, definitely- Kyoutani knows all this.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs to you. The harshest voice reduced to the softest comfort, and he’s so close to you; his forehead is almost flush against yours, his eyes still burning bright right through you, his calloused hand cradling your cheek and the scars on his thumb are pressing along your own cuts that they had left on your face. In this moments, he’s everything, and there’s no disbelieving what he tells you now. “You can still be the tough girl, y’know. I’m not telling you to cry or anything but, I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is that it’s okay even if you did. I don’t care. It’s just human.” His gaze roam across all your bandages for a quick second before returning to yours. “You’re human. We’ll get better after we’re broken and all.”

He hasn’t quite finished yet, you can tell in his posture as he leans backwards to stretch for a second, and you don’t understand why anyone could think that Kyoutani’s anything other than genuine.

“Those wounds- seeing those wounds- it… it did something to me. It wasn’t great. I’d say fucked up, but you’ve probably heard that from me enough today, so.” There’s a sudden spread of a smile on his face that looks crooked and exhausting for him to maintain, but it glows warm against your mouth when he suddenly dips down to press a firm kiss to your cut lips. You stifle a smile of your own, because he kisses like he’s been holding it back for days, and it’s lovely, even though he’d kill you if he knew. He pulls back after a few, long, seconds, and you wait for him to finish his piece. “If I’m not the one who was beat up and it still hurt, it must have been fucking shit for you. I know.”

“I know,” you echo, and although your smile is a little wobbly, he seems to appreciate that much more than your earlier ones. Far more comfortable than when you had been teasing, at any rate, because he’s always been more observant than anyone gives him credit for. “You’re right. You’re always right when you don’t need to be,” you laugh, and he quirks an awkward grin at you, “but thanks.”

“Mhmm,” he nods, “no problem.”

“Still, the tea’s all cold now,” you say archly as you lean back into the sofa like a cat, and just like that, the tension’s gone and the warmth of his lived-in apartment returns. “Wanna just get ice cream instead?”

“I thought all women wanted to go on diets.”

“Yeah but not all women burn calories each day sparring with lunatics.”

“Call me a lunatic again and you’re not getting shit.”

You grin, a smile so wide that it splits your face and you leap up from your seat in anticipation.

“Oh yeah? Watch me.”