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trans! Eddie had to run home w/ Richie in the rain and his binder is literally Sticking To His Skin, and after struggling for a good fifteen minutes nearly dislocating his shoulder, Eds has to brace himself by holding onto the door while Richie fuckin pulls it off of him and immediately throws a big shirt at him w/ his eyes closed

7½ Disasters

@jilychallenge 07/2017 | @bantasticbeasts vs @petalstofish

Summer Tropes | “we have to crush the team of our unbeaten rivals in this waterfight (even if the other side has a rlly cute red head) oh god fOCUS”

Word count: 3000

AO3

would you believe me if i told you it’s still july on mars?


The first summer, it’s just him and Sirius, riding their bikes down to the corner store and using James’ pocket money to buy water balloons. When they get back to James’, they fill them up, and they have a go throwing them at each other. Sirius shrieks the first time he’s hit, and James’ aim accuracy plummets because he’s got water all over his glasses and he can’t bloody see anything, and Sirius will you stop darting around already.

It’s not nearly as fun as it looks in those American movies.

They trek inside, drenched and shivering, and James’ mum shoves them both in the downstairs shower to get the grass off. James doesn’t mind nearly as much as he lets on; a water fight in the English summer is a rather cold affair. Sirius gives his arm a soggy punch and says, “I’m gonna destroy you next time.”

But two days later, Sirius gets whisked away by his parents to France, and by the time he gets back, 17 whining postcards later, school has started and James has a runny nose anyway.

(It’s a disaster).

The second summer, Sirius has the forethought to invite Remus and Peter, and James has the forethought to wait for a day that’s actually hot. Sirius and Remus stay behind to fill up balloons while James and Peter speed down the hill to go get water guns.

Between them they can afford three little ones, or they can get one big one. “It makes more sense,” Peter reckons, “to get the three, ‘cause then we can have one between pairs and then a spare in case one breaks.”

“Yeah,” James says, “that does make sense.”

(They get the one big one).

James and Sirius argue for almost two hours over who should get to wield it before Remus snatches it from the table and climbs up the big tree in James’ backyard and sprays them when they try to follow.

(It’s a disaster).

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A Fairytale Ending

Originally posted by martziplier98

Request: Could you do a Tyler storie/blurb thing where reader is his girlfriend and she is a singer on youtube, she gets a sponsorship from Disney for Beauty and The Beast and gets to record at one of the Castles at Disney world dressed in a Belle style dress and she has Tyler be her ‘Beast’/Dancing Partner for the music video and he proposes in at the end of it??

Summary: Fem!Reader is filming a Beauty and the Beast music video when boyfriend Tyler proposes and everyone cries :)

A/N: Hey y'all! Don’t know what it was about this fic that was really difficult for me to write? Anyway here it is! It’s based on the Ariana Grande and John Legend music video, just pretend there’s no John Legend lol. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1086, the hardest fics are always the longest why to heck

Requests are closed at the moment, sorry dudes!

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Another First Meeting

Jehanparnasse, Modern AU, holding cell, criminal-ish

875 words

I will never be free from writing first meetings for these nerds


“How did someone like you end up here?” A man sitting on the bench, leaning lazily on the wall, asked. His head was low, face hidden under shadows.

“What is ‘someone like me’?” Jehan Prouvaire asked. There was a hint of tiredness in their voice.

“You.” The man lifted his head, a pale face was accompanied with a few purpling bruises. They rested on the side of chin and left eye. He rested his head on the wall, eyeing Jehan, he smirked faintly.

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dumbass-kagehina  asked:

14. TodoDeku

14. things you said after you kissed me for tododeku (HI!!!!!! :D)


Shouto has always imagined that his first kiss would be gentle and shy. Not only because he himself isn’t all that comfortable with close physical contact but because he liked to imagine that his first kiss would be with Midoriya and he assumed that Midoriya would be just as shy about the whole thing as he feels.

However, Shouto failed to account for war. And also Midoriya. It seems like Shouto is always failing to account for Midoriya.

Midoriya had nearly died, again, throwing himself into some dangerous situation to save someone. Only Shouto’s quickly forming ice wall had saved Midoriya’s head from departing his body. With a surge of fire Shouto pushes the villain back and rushes to Midoriya’s side.

Midoriya isn’t Midoriya right now, he’s Hero Deku and the woman weeping in his arms thanks Hero Deku profusely. Shouto grinds his teeth together because he’s pretty sure that every time someone thanks Midoriya for saving them it gives Midoriya one more reason to recklessly throw himself into danger.

Shouto forces the villain to retreat with pure overwhelming force, his irritation making his fire hotter and his ice colder. Midoriya barely spares Shouto a glance, he’s so sure that Shouto will be there to support him that he doesn’t even have to look. Shouto isn’t sure if he should be proud or frustrated with Midoriya’s unwavering trust in him.

The woman is gone, having run off once Hero Deku had told her it was safe to go and where the evacuation point is, and Midoriya finally turns to Shouto completely. Shouto must be glaring because the determined Hero Deku mask slips slightly and Midoriya gives him a quizzical look.

“You’re going to get yourself killed.” Is all that Shouto says in explanation. 

Midoriya just smiles at him, no that’s Hero Deku, and says, “I’m glad that woman was alright.”

Shouto frowns at him and the next smile is all Midoriya, sheepish and kind. “Sorry for worrying you, Todoroki-kun.”

Before Shouto can reply the Hero Deku mask is back and Midoriya’s arm is already swinging towards Shouto’s face. Shouto has just a milisecond to think that this is it, he dies by Midoriya’s hand because of some mind control quirk probably, but Midoriya’s fist goes past Shouto’s face and he can feel the wind rip through the air behind him as Midoriya blows some villain away with just the power of his punch.

Not All Might’s secret son indeed.

“Shouto.” Midoriya says, frowning, and when he says it it doesn’t sound like a hero name. It’s Shouto’s name, his first name, and he almost shivers. Midoriya is in his space, his arm still over Shouto’s shoulder and then suddenly they’re kissing.

For the rest of his life Shouto will insist that Midoriya is the one who started it. The truth is that it was probably some mutual falling towards each other like they had been since the first time they spoke. Midoriya is shoving Shouto up against his own ice wall and kissing him like they might die if he doesn’t. Shouto desperately hopes that this isn’t some kind of quirk.

Shouto gets his arms around Midoriya because he has never wanted anything as badly in his life and Midoriya hums against his lips in approval. When they separate it’s only because Shouto realizes that they’re sitting ducks like this, kissing in the middle of a battlefield against an ice wall that is barely enough to cover them and won’t protect them from a lot of things. He leans away to break the kiss and Midoriya makes a noise of complaint that zips through Shouto’s body and settles somewhere warm behind his navel.

“Midoriya,” Shouto says hoarsely.

“At least now,” Midoriya says only centimeters away from Shouto’s lips, “if something happens to us I can say that I got to kiss you at least once.”

Shouto swallows, remembering what Midoriya had said to him before the first real battle of this war. “No regrets?”

“No regrets.” Midoriya confirms.

Shouto smiles. “Do everything you want to do before you die because the way this is going we might not make it, that’s what you said.”

“You and I will make it,” Midoriya says with conviction, pulling back to look Shouto in the eye, “I just wanted to kiss you.”

In the middle of a battlefield in the heart of a war Shouto laughs.


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dumbass-kagehina  asked:

Bakushima 3 and 13

Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write you a drabble!

3. “Please, don’t leave.”
13. “Kiss me.”

Kirishima stared at the way the rough muscles in Bakugou’s back stiffened and stopped moving, his arms suddenly glued to his sides. It was enough to stop him from walking away. But now Kirishima had a whole other situation to deal with. 

“What did you just say,” Bakugou breathed, his voice low and deep, resonating from within his chest. It made the redhead shiver, his own voice caught up in his throat, unable to form coherent words. He stumbled around for a minute before finally gaining the nerve to speak.

“Please, don’t leave.” It was louder this time, but still hesitant, quiet. He swallowed so hard it was audible, and out of bad habit, Kirishima started to nervously crack his knuckles, filling the loud silence between them with short pops. 

“And why the fuck shouldn’t I,” he retorted, though the usual bite in his words was absent. Instead, he turned around to face Kirishima, a scowl etched into the features of his face, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, and his eyebrows knitted together just above his narrowed eyes. “Why shouldn’t I just leave?”

It was a while before Kirishima spoke again. He wasn’t this nervous. It wasn’t like him to be this caught up. But this was Bakugou, and Bakugou made Kirishima feel different. Especially now, with those crimson eyes boring straight at him. But despite the menacing stare, he couldn’t look away. He locked eyes instead. 

“Kiss me.” 

What was that?!”

“Kiss me, Bakugou.” His voice was steadier, an aire of confidence rippling through him now. He stood taller and broadened his shoulders as he spoke again, his words coming out more of a statement rather than a request now. But when Bakugou actually stepped forwards in compliance to his request, he nearly lost that newfound confidence. 

Kirishima always thought Bakugou’s lips would be soft and supple. The way they moved so gracefully, forming words so perfectly though they were often so foul. The way that they’d secretly pull into a smile when Kirishima said something stupid. The way that they just screamed to be kissed. It would be an understatement to say that Kirishima was surprised when he found out that Bakugou Katsuki had quite possibly the worst case of chapped lips that he’d ever known. 

But it was worth it, because that Bakugou Katsuki had stayed, and was now kissing him with all he had. 

Early Morning Tease (Seth Rollins) - the reader is home with her boyfriend Seth for the holidays. Seth goes out with his friends for a few drinks, but not before being teased as he leaves. fluff/smut

y'all, this is my first time posting my writing on this blog so let me know what you think.



WARNINGS: language/smut(ish)

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“That’s such BULLSHIT,” Seth yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes, assuming he was just pissed that he was losing his video game. Every morning Seth ate his breakfast while he played Madden. It was like a tradition in our house. And almost every morning, Seth lost.

I grabbed my mug and made way into the living, finding that my assumptions were true when I saw an angry Seth standing right in front of the TV, thumbs furiously pushing at the buttons on his controller. I plopped myself down onto the couch and brought my knees to my chest, watching him with intrigue. Whenever he got worked up, his back muscles involuntarily tensed and flexed. I like to think it’s the universe’s little gift to me.

About ten minutes passed and Seth had officially lost to the Minnesota Vikings, 24-0, with a defeated and angry, “Fuck!” He turned around and looked me in eyes, smiling softly before climbing over the coffee table so he was standing in front of me. He leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, before pulling back and gently kissing my forehead.

“Bet you had no idea was even sitting here, huh?” I asked, playfully poking his face as he sat down next to me, curling up into my side like a child.

“No, I knew,” he said, matter-of-fact.

“Seth there’s no way you knew. You were so engrossed in your video game.”

“You’re wrong. I always know when you’re around me. I have like, spidey senses that only work for you,” he looked up at me for his place on my hip and smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him again, for the second time this morning. “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot. That’s the beauty of it,” he sighed into my skin.

I was really thankful for the time we had together at home in Davenport this Christmas. It originally wasn’t looking like we were going to be able to make it home until the 23rd and then in turn have to be back in Tampa by the 27th, but Carrano pulled some strings for us at the very last minute. Now we had about 2 and a half weeks off together. No obligations, no responsibilities (other than Kevin), and no work. Us both being professional wrestlers on the main roster for WWE, it was hard to get time like this. Time where we could lounge on the couch at our home and enjoy each other’s company.

“I’d be so lost without you, babe,” I muttered into my cup.

“Likewise, princess.” He placed a kiss on the outer part of my thigh before sitting up. “Speaking of that actually….” he trailed off, looking sheepish.

I gave him my best stern look, anticipating my annoyance at whatever was going to come out of his mouth in the next 30 seconds. “What did you do?”

He stood up and started backing away from me and into the kitchen, out of my smacking range, but I just picked myself up and followed him. “Okay, baby. You can’t be mad because it’s… i-it’s something you told me to do.” He raised his hands in defense.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Take out the trash? Do the dishes? Put your disgusting socks into the washer and not leave them on the bathroom floor?” I questioned, gaining an eye roll from him.

“Okay, not exactly. But I promise that I’ll start getting better about that stuff.” He trailed off, not sure how to read my body language. “Remember how you told me to take time to relax and indulge in the small moments in life?”

I vaguely recalled being wine-drunk a couple nights before and telling him those things. I groaned inwardly. I should’ve known those words would come back and potentially bite me in the ass. I nodded tightly, too annoyed with myself to actually speak.

“Wellllllll,” he began, putting his hands on his hips and looking at me with that stupid, cute ass face that made me agree to anything he wanted. “The guys invited me to go over the lodge today and shoot some pool and drink some beer and I said I’d come.” He backtracked and raised his hands defensively when he saw my eyebrow raise. “I said I could ONLY go if it was alright with you.”

His big, brown bambi eyes pleaded with me and of course, my weak heart couldn’t stand here and say no when he looked so goddamn cute. But that didn’t mean I would let it look like I surrendered too easily.

“Oh? What time were you thinking?”

“Like 10? Only if that’s okay with you, princess,” he smiled nervously at me.

“And you’re going to the Moose Lodge here in town?”

“Yes. Just 10 minutes down the road. Close enough to be home incase of an emergency.”

I pursed my lips and pretended to contemplate before pointing a finger at him, commanding his attention. “I promise not to be a needy, mopey baby when you go hang out with your friends as long as you bring me some fried pickles when you come home.”

A big wide, award-winning smile spread across his face and he came around the kitchen island to envelope me in a warm hug. I squeezed him tightly, breathing in his scent. He felt like home and I loved it.

Seth pulled back just slightly to kiss me on the lips and then again and again. “Thanks, babe. I just didn’t want to leave you hanging while we had the chance to be home together.”

Eye roll count for today: 3.

“Seth, your friends deserve to see you too. They get to see you even less I do,” I smacked his chest playfully and went across the kitchen to get another cup of tea.

“I know, but you’re my number one priority in life,” he replied. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at me from across the kitchen, adoration in all his features.

“Don’t you forget it, big guy,” I joked.

“With a woman like you, I couldn’t.”

“Good.” I turned in place and stared at his stupid, perfect face. He was too irresistible to not look at whenever I had the chance. We’d been together for 3 years and I still took every opportunity I admire him. I took and sip and suddenly remembered something. “Oh and can you pick up some milk?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me and turned to open the fridge next to him. He grabbed the milk off the top shelf and held it up. “Yeah?”

I shook my head at the joker standing in front of me. “I meant at the store, Seth.”

He rolled his eyes at me this time and put the milk back where it belonged before closing the fridge and mocking my faux-annoyed pose. “Babe, I assume it weighs the same whether it’s in our fridge or at the store.”

“Seth Rollins, I hate you” I laughed.

He bounded over to me, pulling me into another tight hug. “You’re in love with me,” he muttered into my neck as he kissed his way down.

“Yeah, very true. I’m in love with you,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness. He has just made his way to my t-shirt neckline when his hands snaked up and grabbed my breasts. His head popped up and by the darkening look in his eyes, I knew he was quickly getting turned on.

I smirked and shifted my position against the counter so my bare thigh rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. He groaned and brought his forehead down to touch mine.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” He mustered out between his clenched teeth.

“Nope,” I smiled back, popping the p.

“Why do you do this to me?”

“I thought we could have some fun this morning.” I made sure to bat my eyelashes at him and reach up to kiss his neck and tug at his hair, a few things that I knew would help with his growing arousal.

“Well then,” he said, lifting me up by my ass so I was now sitting on the counter, both legs on either sides of his hips, “we’ll just have to take care of that.”

Seth started kissing at my neck and playing with the waist of my silk pajama shorts. I pushed him away and hopped down form the counter, walking towards the living room. It pained me, but I knew it would pay off to both of our advantage later.

“Babe!” He shouted after me. “What the hell are you doing?”

I grabbed his keys from the bowl on the end table and tossed them to him. He caught them in one swift motion and stared at me incredulously, arms out.

“You gotta go. It’s 9:45 already. You told the boys you’d meet them at 10. You made a promise to be there and you’re not the kind of man to go back on his word,” I smirked.

He looked at the clock and then back at me a few times before sighing deeply. “You don’t play fair,” he moaned before heading towards the door.

“Not in the ring and not in the bed, baby,” I said before picking Kevin up and holding him in my arms. I grabbed one of his little paws and waved it at Seth. “Tell daddy bye-bye, Kev! Say, ‘Mommy’s going to go watch her TV shows without any clothes on while you’re gone.’” I kissed Kevin on the head before turning my attention back to Seth.

He was halfway out the door, turned towards me with lust and desperation displayed in his features. “You’re getting fucked into next week when I get home from the lodge later. I promise, princess.”

“Don’t forget the milk!” I shouted just before he shut the door behind him.

I laughed to myself and walked off to the bedroom. I was desperately looking forward to his return this afternoon.

carolpelctier  asked:

She ends up dating a Hyde-sque guy (all zen and with fame of being the bad boy, but is actually a good guy), but he is shy and likes... I don't know, I don't think disco. Blues? Hyde doesn't like him, but Jackie defends him and thanks to her, he is allowed to see their daughter lol

[From last week’s amazing conversation]

Jackie telling Hyde he doesn’t like their daughter’s boyfriend because he remains him of himself and he

But the truth is that NOBODY is ever worthy of his daughter, NOBODY. And it warms Jackie’s heart so much, she has to kiss him to oblivion and make sweet love to him all night, because god she is so lucky to have such good man with her and to be parenting with him. She takes all credits for making him such a good daddy, since he has make her such a good mommy too. They, as always, bring up the best of the other; so parenting, while difficult and new at the begining, become an easier and better thing for both of them eventually.

Let’s do this, baby zen’s boyfriend likes jazz. Which is fine for Hyde and Jackie likes teasing the boy by saying it means he is boring, and when he gets the innuendo that he is boring in the sack, both him and his girl gets too red to handle. I can see Jackie being the Mom That Knows Everything™, like Kitty: she knows what her daughter is up to, but as long as she knows how to take care of herself and get away from trouble, she is fine. Of course, some fun at the house is never bad, after all, Jackie is Red’s favorite in-law you know? She learned good ;)

Tamina/OC: Part 2

Shemar Moore: David Harris

Trinity Fatu: Naomi

 

Tamina had little butterflies in her stomach as she sat in the locker room thinking about David. She has never had this kind of feeling before especially for a man she met in the gym. She looked up when she heard the door open and her sister Naomi walked in. Even though Naomi was technically her cousin in law when Naomi was first introduced they clicked as sisters. That is exactly who Naomi is to her a little sister.

“Hey girl. You have a match tonight?”

“Nope. Usually the case. Let me run something by you.”

“Uh oh. You plan on quitting before you could be SD Live Women’s Champion?”

“What? No. I met a guy today at the gym.”

“Really? What’s his name?”

“David Harris.”

“Girl. His fine ass. You better ride him til the sun comes up.”

Tamina looked at Naomi confused how did she know who David was?

“Look him up. He used to be a model and he is now an actor. I know since y’all was at the gym you seen his body and it is a blessing.”

Tamina took her phone out and looked him up with Naomi looking over shoulder. The pictures she seen of him when he was younger he looked the same which scared Tamina.

“Girl I be trying tell you black don’t crack. Look at Jimmy and Jey married to black women and they haven’t aged at all. We got that magic.”

Tamina and Naomi broke out in a fit of laughter afterwards while Tamina kept scrolling through his pictures. She decided to look him up on YouTube to see how he was in interviews. She looked at a few videos and from those few videos he loves to lift his shirt up and his voice is sexy as hell.

“I gave him a ticket to the show and we was supposed to hang out afterwards, but I don’t have a match.”

“So, hang out with him now. And no scowling either I know you are not a big people person, but girl David is fine as hell. Call him and tell him you can hang with him. You better ride his fine ass.”

“I’m not going play with you Trin. Go get ready for your match and I’ll call you later letting you know how it went.

Trinity and Tamina gave each other hugs and Trinity left to get ready for her match. Tamina dialed David’s number 5 minutes after Trinity left because she was nervous. After 3 rings David’s deep voice came through on the other end.

“Oh, Ms. Snuka a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?”

“Hey, I don’t have a match tonight so no need for you to come to the building we going to be at. We could still hang out if you want to.”

“Well too bad cause I really wanted to see you wrestle and of course I want to hang with you. I’m outside the building now I was about to go in before you called. How long before you can be outside?”

“I can be outside in 5 minutes.”

“See you in 5 minutes then.”

Tamina hung up the phone and packed her bag so she could leave. Leaving the building she seen Naomi talking to Jimmy and Jey. Naomi and Tamina locked eyes and Naomi winked at her doing a humping motion which cause Tamina to blush and rush out the building before Jimmy and Jey could start asking questions. When Tamina got outside she seen David standing in front of a 2016 Acura NSX wearing gray sweatpants, a white Hanes t-shirt, and white converses.

“Hey Ms. Snuka. Ready to go?”

“You can call me Tamina and yes I am.”

David opened the door for her and helped her inside closing the door once she was fully in. He ran to the driver’s side and got inside and put his seatbelt on and turned the key to start the car.

“Sorry for the last-minute changes I thought I had a match, but I didn’t.”

“It’s cool. So, what would you like to do?”

“Up to you.”

“Dinner and a movie?”

“Okay that sounds fun. How long have you been an actor?”

“How did you know I was an actor?”

“I told my sister I met you and she knew more about you than I did. I looked you up and some pictures of when you were younger came up.”

“Black don’t crack babygirl. You’ll learn that soon enough I maybe 47 but I can keep going and going like an energizer bunny.”

Tamina looked at David and he looked at her and winked at her which caused her to blush and cross her legs. David was making her feel things she hasn’t felt in a long time. She took her phone out and sent a quick text to Naomi letting her know she hates her and Naomi responded with when I see you again you better be walking like Bambi. Tamina laughed before setting the phone back in her bag and the radio ended up playing Boyz II Men I’ll Make Love to You and both of them looked at each other David’s handsome face turning into a smirk while Tamina continued to blush.

AN: Excuse all the errors and stuff… Part 3 will be The Dinner and The Movie 😊 Opinions welcomed as long as you aint an asshole cause I will return the favor :)

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anonymous asked:

Prompt for you, since you are drunk: Drunk Eruris arguing ? <3

“Next round on me!” Came a shout, followed by the cheers of the bar as the patrons enjoyed the celebration. Levi waved the drink off, but Erwin grabbed it from the tray anyway, setting it down before Levi with a thud.

Levi scowled, pushing it back across the table to his companion. They were both several drinks in, and while Erwin was rosy cheeked and laughing, Levi had crossed over that line of fun drunk into irritably wasted. “I wanna go, Erwin. It’s too damn loud. Can’t hear myself think.”

“What’s there to think about?” Erwin asked with a booming laugh, pushing the drink over again and blind to the way Levi’s eyes flashed dangerously in the dim lights of the bar. “Drink, Levi. Finish that one more and then we can go home.”

It sounded like a promise, so Levi sighed, wrapped his hand around the handle of the heavy beer glass and lifted it to his lips. It was as bitter as all the ones before it had been, no different at all, but he still frowned as he slammed it back down to the table. Half full, some sloshed out onto the table. The fact that the mess had no affect on his normally tidy subordinate was apparently all Erwin needed to see to realize that Levi wasn’t enjoying himself.

He had thought they would go out to have a good time. He had thought that, maybe this time, Erwin wouldn’t be so blind. Levi craved his attention, like his own personal drug. The bar down the road, the quiet one, with the intimate seating and the lighting that erased the tired lines and early aging from his face- that’s where he had suggested, but Erwin was oblivious to the feelings twisted up in Levi’s chest, suffocating him further with each touch on the shoulder and easy smiles exchanges between the blond and the waitress. Erwin was oblivious to those too, which only made the situation that much more hopeless.

He snapped.

“Le-”

“Fuck this. I’m not listening to these shitty orders. Drink alone, asshole.” Levi was up from the table before Erwin could get another word out. He weaved between the other patrons with a stutter in his step, head spinning behind blurry vision. If he just made it through the forest of people, soldiers and civilians alike, he could get out of this dump.

He knew he had time. Erwin was the sort of guy that would stay to pay the bill, and make sure Levi had some time to himself. Which was the last thing he needed, but if Erwin could figure that out, then they wouldn’t be in this situation.

If Levi had the guts to say it, they wouldn’t be in this situation…

The cold air hit his face like a punch to the gut. His jacket was still back there, tossed across the back of the chair when the heat had become too much for him. He shivered now, cursed himself and saw the puff of air with his breath. It was a fifteen minute walk back sober. If he started now-

“Levi! Levi, stop.”

He whipped around, stumbled and caught himself on a frigid light post and tucked his arms in close to his body. “I told you, I’m not taking anymore of your… orders.” He hissed, speech slurred, but it did nothing to dampen the anger.

Erwin shook his head, looked like he regretted it, and handed over Levi’s jacket. “You forgot this.”

Silver eyes blinked dumbly, then he saw red. He snatched the jacket back, anger blazing into white hot rage. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He was all but shouting, ignoring Erwin’s attempts to shush him and calm him down. “You don’t get anything, do you? Bring me to this shitty ass bar, with your shitty ass grin. And your shitty blue eyes, and-” His brain finally caught up to his mouth and he clamped it shut, scowling instead.

“I didn’t want to come here, Erwin. If you wanted a night out with everyone, I would have just stayed home.” Where he could pout on his own, and wonder what it must feel like to earn those easy smiles and gentle laughs. What would it be like to not be as prickly, and actually open up to a man like Erwin.

Erwin looked confused, then sympathetic. Then downright pitiful. No… he looked at Levi like he was pitiful, which only made it worse.

“Levi, will you listen for just a moment.” He tried again, but his captain was having none of it. So when Erwin grabbed his wrist to stop him from stomping off again, Levi spun, trying to go for a swing but tripped over his own feet right into Erwin’s waiting arms. “I don’t get out often. Surely you can forgive me for forgetting that it is a Friday night. I didn’t realize.”

Levi felt some of the anger start to ebb away. Erwin had a way of doing that to him, and the alcohol had his emotions stretched in a thousand different directions. “Well then… you’re a fucking moron.”

Erwin just hummed, his hand slipping up into Levi’s hand to wind between his frozen fingers, while the other arm slipped around his companion’s trim waist. “Perhaps tomorrow you would allow me to take you out for tea instead?”

“Um… okay?” Levi breathed, his brain short circuiting on him. It was getting hard to hold onto the anger when he pressed so intimately into Erwin’s body, surrounded by the soothing scent of him. “But only if you promise to get me a lemon tart with it.”

“Of course.”

And it only felt natural to lift up on the tip of his toes and pull Erwin down into a gentle press of lips. A first kiss, drunken and angry. One he might not even remember in the morning. “I’m never drinking with you assholes again.”

Erwin laughed, peeled himself away and layered Levi under his own jacket as well. “Maybe you prefer wine. I have a bottle in my office I was hoping we might share some time.”

Levi scoffed, leaned into Erwin for support. “Why are we here, then? Dumbass.”

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Happy Birthday, Dumbass - Triana - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Words: 64145 (how)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Oikawa Tooru & Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru & Hinata Shouyou
Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kageyama’s mother, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi, Nishinoya Yuu, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Tanaka Saeko, Ennoshita Chikara, Kinoshita Hisashi, Narita Kazuhito, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Shimizu Kiyoko, Yachi Hitoka

Summary:

Sequel(ish) to “Happy Birthday, Idiot.”

Six months after a tremendous celebration of his own birthday, thanks to his enthusiastic teammates, Kageyama is faced with a whole new challenge — because, unsurprisingly, Hinata has a birthday, too. For any normal human being that means coming up with ideas for presents, organizing the celebration and all that, but naturally, it’s Karasuno, so apart from the routine it just has to feature a tragic incident, unbelievably awkward situations and even meeting the most unexpected acquaintances. Things go downhill ridiculously fast… but will they stay this way?

Dedicated to: my beloved senpai Vika, who celebrated her birthday like 3,5 months ago. I’m really sorry for such a long wait, but hopefully I made up for it!

A/N: this is a big mess of friendship, angst, bromance, romance if you squint a bit, awkwardness, fluff, some more angst with occasional hurt/comfort and prospects of getting injured — basically, a typical Karasuno (and not even only Karasuno this time) celebration. What could possibly go wrong, huh?