(idk what the context was for this ask but since I “play” Photoshop for most of the day, I immediately assumed it was PS and there was no stopping. I haven’t abused the effects/filters this much since I was 17.)
when a TV show has a canon lesbian in season 43 and you have to watch through five billion episodes of stuff you’re only mildly interested in because they took too damn long to cater to the wlw community
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.
Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967
There was only one reason for Iwaizumi to meet Kuroo Tetsurou 75% naked in his living room.
Only one and everybody knew that reason.
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?”
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
neno how do yoonjin look up close in person? do they look the same more/less beautiful?did you notice anything cute or special with yoonjin?
Anonymous said: Neno! How was the show? Did u have fun? Did your soul ascend when jin sang awake? Were there many yoonjin moments? :D
first of all yes god they ALL look DELICIOUSLY HANDSOME yoongi is so cute and petite and then jin look really cute with his bouncy hair so soft when he dances and he’s SO SLIM ALRIGHT. jin’s awake was so delightful, finally i get to watch it live and see him hit that high note perfectly i’m so proud of him his voice didn’t waver even for a bit. and honest to god the whole concert it was so hard to focus on the specific member when you were served those 7 boys in front of you. maknae line are such cuties i understand why many people are so protective over them lol and NAMJOON GOD HIS LONG LIMBS I CANNOT and then there’s also jung hoseok…..the rude ‘harapan’!!!!! he officially has become my bias wrecker now, he kept distracting my attention whenever i want to focus on yoonjin hahahaha and yes there were a little yoonjin last night!! when jin hyping up yoongi’s indonesian version of kkaepjjang lol and then yoongi as usual, being the dramatic one when jin pulling out his heart-shaped things <333 they were so lovely last night i had so much fun, despite all the chaos in the queue before the con, but by the time i see the boys live all the tiredness just gone like that. it’s all worth the price. i hope bangtan had fun with us too :”)