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Pairing: Iwaizumi/Oikawa

There was only one reason for Iwaizumi to meet Kuroo Tetsurou 75% naked in his living room.

Only one and everybody knew that reason.

“Hey.”

Kuroo grinned, flashing his annoyingly white and perfect teeth. Considering the only thing keeping him decent was a pair of black boxers, Kuroo was doing a good job keeping his composure. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, one ankle over the other, acting as if him being there was perfectly reasonable. 

This was the last thing Iwaizumi had expected when coming back from picking up dinner that he ended up throwing out entirely untouched later.

“What’s up, Iwaizumi?”

“Hey.”

This seemed to be Kuroo Tetsurou’s greeting of choice, Iwaizumi noted dryly as he downed his shot right when Kuroo slid into the booth across from him.

“What’s up, Iwaizumi?”

My foot in your ass.

Nothing,” Iwaizumi answered. He’d been actively avoiding both Kuroo and Oikawa since that day. Kuroo was easy; Iwaizumi hardly ever saw him, but given that he was living with Oikawa, avoiding him was harder. 

Whenever he’d come home and see Kuroo’s shoes by the front door, he’d turn around and leave immediately (though, admittedly, sometimes kicking those stupids shoes.) He realized it was immature. He realized he was being petty and passive aggressive, but he didn’t care. Kuroo was a good friend–one of the best, really–and would never purposely do anything to upset Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi’s attention was drawn to the bar at a sudden peal of laughter, catching sight of Oikawa being a little too flirty with the bartender. Iwaizumi had given up reprimanding him about it, realizing Oikawa had a point when saying that it was common practice. Also, he made sure to add, Iwaizumi had saved a ton of money on drinks with Oikawa’s flirting.

That was something he couldn’t argue.

He didn’t realize his eyes were narrowed until he caught Kuroo staring at him, sharp eyes glinting. Barely masking his flinch, Iwaizumi took a sip of his beer. “How’s your… thing… going?”

Unlike Oikawa, Iwaizumi had not even begun to master the art of casual cover-up conversation.

“Iwaizumi,” Kuroo started slowly, leaning back and draping one arm across the back of the booth, “…you’re cool with this, right?” he asked, tilting his head, looking so annoyingly nonchalant that Iwaizumi wanted to punch him.

Iwaizumi, having never been a great liar, spat out “of course” a lot more harshly than he intended. An apology sat at the tip of his tongue but he swallowed it and focused on a stain on the table instead.

Because he definitely wasn’t fine with his friend hooking up with the childhood friend he’d been in love with for years. It wasn’t even Kuroo’s fault; Iwaizumi hadn’t told anybody about how he felt, hoping that would make his feelings go away. But instead of his feelings for Oikawa going away, Iwaizumi had now developed incredibly strong feelings of the unpleasant kind towards Kuroo Tetsurou. 

He heard Kuroo humming, looked up just in time to hear ‘right’ said in such a slow way in a particular tone with a cunning smirk that Iwaizumi felt his stomach drop straight to the ground. But before he could try to deny what Kuroo obviously just figured out, Oikawa slid into the booth next to Iwaizumi, the feeling of their thighs touching setting his skin on fire and announcement to get super drunk lighting an urge to punch him. 

The last thing Iwaizumi remembered was Kuroo smirking, though there were hazy instances of Kuroo leaving the two of them alone more often than usual and definitely one time where Kuroo unabashedly shoved Oikawa right into Iwaizumi, rum sloshing over both of them.

Iwaizumi woke up the next morning with Oikawa’s head on his chest, body sprawled out and arm over his stomach as they laid in Iwaizumi’s bed together. Managing a small laugh, Iwaizumi rubbed his eyes and purposely shifted, causing Oikawa to jolt awake. He whined and Iwaizumi mumbled ‘your head is heavy as fuck’ but didn’t protest when Oikawa placed his head just as it had been. 

Iwaizumi relished in being so close to him for a few moments before allowing reality to twist his gut, starting to feel around the nightstand for his phone. “Shouldn’t you be with Kuroo?” Iwaizumi managed to ask without too much bite.

“Nn… Tetsu-chan dumped me,” Oikawa mumbled, snuggling closer to Iwaizumi. “Besides, Iwa-chan’s so much closer. His bedroom’s in the same apartment as mine.”

Iwaizumi’s breath caught in his throat and Oikawa apparently noticed, as he tapped his chest lightly. “Breathe, Iwa-chan,” he chirped, eyes still closed.

“…Why?” he asked and then took a breath.

“Said somebody would get hurt… actually, he said somebody was getting hurt. Tetsu-chan must’ve been drunk… forgot his verb tenses…”

Oikawa yawned and soon he was asleep again. Absentmindedly threading his fingers through Oikawa’s hair for a bit, Iwaizumi reached for his phone and scrolled down to his chat with Kuroo, realizing he hadn’t sent any texts since two days before finding him nearly naked in his apartment.

To: Kuroo Tetsurou
thanks

A few moments later and a laugh that woke Oikawa up, causing a series of whines that helped Iwaizumi realize he was definitely hungover:

From: Kuroo Tetsurou
course. least i could do, you poor bastard

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Кто указывает нам как действовать? Что не позволяет нам надеть то самое платье или те самые брюки? Почему мы позволяем установкам окружающих так влиять на нас? Две слабости в нас: люди и еда.

Организм при потере веса стремится направить нас на действия, чтобы вернуть его - то состояние, в котором он привык быть.
Люди в отношениях до последнего тянут и не решаются разорвать связь от страха одиночества: теперь многие действия придётся выполнять не вместе, как уже привыкли, начнётся совсем другая жизнь.

Мы упругие, по законам физики мы возвращаемся в состояние покоя, но стоит разорвать эту резину, как мы тут же обретаем то, что желали, но боялись себе в этом признаться. Почему же мы до сих пор не решаемся повернуть свою собственную жизнь в нужное русло? Никаких резких движений: размеренный поворот-разворот в сторону желаемого результата. Не бросайтесь красить волосы в розовый, начните изнутри: придайте яркость своим внутренним порывам. Прежде загляните в себя, позвольте вашему сердцу достучаться до вас.

Протрезвейте в этой жизни, которой все опьянены. 

Автор @ana-just-me

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anonymous asked:

Teen Titans Rebirth is pretty weird. I don't know if it's good or bad overall cause I haven't read every issue but from what I've seen of it it definitely feels very different from the Titans, Outlaws and Birds of Prey. In those books you get a sense of why those groups are a team and that they do have a range of feeling like a family to a sense of kinship that works well together. The TT are always saying they're friends but at the same time seem confused on why they're even a team? -

2 Maybe that’s a issue that kept me from TT even though Damian is one of my favorite characters and I like Starfire a lot too (when not badly written *coughn52*). It doesn’t seem like Percy cares about relationships that much beyond tell instead of show. He even has Damian act like no one cares for him (Seriously Bruce who, while neglectful, went crazy sad until he revived a dead Damian, Alfred who always cares and Dick who’s shown loving Damian more then anyone) just to force TT importance. -

3 Not to mention Damian does have friends his age like Maya (and sort of Jon) so it’s not like he’s peer less (and Kid Flash is the only one close to his age anyway). So basically none of them really feel like friends for Damian even though that was one of the reasons Damian wanted his own team. I’m not sure why they couldn’t have done when the pre52 TT did. Have Kori, Gar and Raven as mentors while Damian, Maya, Jon, KidFlash and Aqualad are the TT coming into their own. =/

Honestly I like both Titans and Deathstroke but the writing in Teen Titans has me both curious and nervous over the upcoming Lazarus Contract. I… actually don’t really care for Damian’s characterization in TT or how his relationships to everyone outside of Teen Titans seems downplayed so far. Considering Damian is trying hard to instantly be great leader and confronts Dick about his past (which seems to have serious consequences) I’m worried they’ll make Damian too hostile with Dick.

It is bad. Hopefully it will either have a 180 degree change and replaces all the writers and artists in it or it would get canceled soon so that’s all the characters could be given better comics. Hopefully it’s the later.

anonymous asked:

True shinigami was like 95% of the fandoms dream. Only IH and RR wanted him on be human for "logical" reason. Instead we got a nightmare of washed out high school jock whos going bald and has had his dreams crushed by marriage and kids. Ichigo is that super hot guy from high school that shows up to the reunion and everyone is damn that's sad.

Yeah, Ichigo is a loser.

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