#i already have plans for more chapters

[rafyki]

Goth! Nico/ Surfer! Percy AU Part 5!

Finally, another chapter!! Back to Percy's POV~ oh I absolutely adore writing him being head over heels for Nico 💕💕

Some more internal panicking, some more flirting, and they're finally getting to know each other~~ 💕

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

You can also read it on AO3!!

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Percy went to the beach two days after ready to bury himself under the sand as soon as he saw Nico, and at the same time ready to show off the best surfing moves he knew. 

I'll look at you surfing and enjoy the ocean from afar, that was what Nico had said. 

Percy had been replaying that moment in his head so many times in the last fifty hours it was now indelibly engraved in his memory. He could picture it perfectly, like it was still right before his eyes - the afternoon light bathing Nico in pretty shadows, that single strand of hair that had escaped his ponytail and was falling on the side of his face, the numerous earrings on his ears shining in the sun, the way he was biting and playing with those on his lips (it must have been an habit of his, and it definitely was an image that had been driving Percy crazy since the first time he had noticed it); Percy had clearly taken him off guard, and his expression had been the prettiest mix of surprise and embarrassment.

Percy had been ready to make up some silly excuse and run away as far as possible to hide his embarrassment and cursing his stupid impulsive mind for even thinking that saying something like let me teach you how to surf to someone he barely even knew was a good idea. 

And yet.

I'll look at you surfing and enjoy the ocean from afar.

He felt like screaming, felt like he could surf all day long even without waves if it meant Nico would look at him.

To be honest, flirting with him hadn’t really been his intention. He just wanted to talk to him, exchange more than those few words of courtesy that were needed to buy something. 

He had not expected it to be this easy.  Somehow, the words had come out easily, and the conversation had felt awkward but nice and natural at the same time - and maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part, but he couldn’t help but think Nico had enjoyed it too.

The smile on his lips had been genuine, the way he had laughed (and oh, wasn’t that the sweetest sound ever? Percy would gladly listen to it forever), talking and asking questions like he hadn’t wanted the conversation to end. 

Somehow flirting had come so natural to Percy as he looked at him - the need of getting to know him, to impress him somehow, to make him smile, to make the moment last as long as possible, all mixing and tangling together; somehow, that had resulted in the filter between his brain and mouth shutting off completely.

It seemed Nico hadn’t minded too much though. Percy’s heart was playing athletics in his chest as he thought about it once again. 

Calm down, he told himself, trying and failing to get a grip on his derailing thoughts. Maybe he just didn’t know what to say and said the first thing he could think of.

Okay, but did he really have to say that? 

He shook his head. No need to think about it, he’d just have to go and face the consequences of his own actions.

Despite all the time spent thinking about it, he wasn’t exactly sure what to expect.

The beach was as hot and nice and crowded as it always was, but Percy couldn’t concentrate on how that usually made him feel, couldn’t ignore his nervousness and the way his insides were tangling and curling together out of anxiety and anticipation.

He didn’t even have Annabeth with him today - he was almost tempted to call her just to scream his struggles to her once again; she was probably tired of listening to him freak out and would tell him to simply go and talk to Nico again. Was she right? Of course she was. Did that make Percy feel any better? Not really, to be honest.

He sighed as he set everything up and got ready. 

Would Nico look at him like he said he would? The simple thought made Percy shake.

He took up his surfing board, heart beating ridiculously faster than it should as he moved closer to the shore. 

And then, right before getting into the water, he turned around. 

Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but there he was, the boy of Percy’s dreams, looking back at him. 

They were far enough from each other that Percy couldn’t see Nico’s expression clearly- maybe he had just happened to be looking that way for a moment. Percy almost expected him to simply turn around and look away like nothing had happened.

But then, Nico raised a hand and waved lightly. Percy’s heart did a flip as he waved back, a smile growing on his lips. 

For a handful of seconds, there was no one else on that beach but them.

Then Nico’s attention was called back by a customer, and with one last glance at Percy, he went back to work. Percy stood there, eyes still fixed on him and smile still in place, for a little longer.

Maybe he’ll be really looking at me, after all.

He was definitely ready to show off everything he could do.

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They weren’t friends exactly, probably not even acquaintances. But something had shifted, and Percy could feel it every time he went to the beach - it wasn’t just him, wasn’t just the anticipation he felt or the way he spent most of his time thinking about the next time he would see and get to talk to Nico again; no, it was in the way they waved at each other in greeting when Percy got there (or sometimes when Nico’s shift started later and Percy got on the beach before him), or the way Nico was always the one who took Percy’s order at the kiosk, the way he smiled at Percy like he was happy to see him, the way Percy let himself linger there for as long as he could and Nico would never shy away from small talks.

It was all the little things piling up that made Percy’s heart run around like crazy, and he couldn’t hold back the smile coming up on his lips every time - he just hoped it didn't look as enamored and lovestruck as he felt.

His crush was growing every day, every moment. Percy could feel himself fall harder and harder with every new word exchanged, every new smile and little laugh, every new thing he learned about Nico. He was probably going a little crazy with how much he liked that boy.

He went to the beach as often as he could, even just to get a glimpse of him and for those fast and precious moments they got to share.

Today he hadn’t planned on going, but he had finished earlier at work and his feet had brought him there almost without him realizing. It was later than usual, and he didn’t even have anything with him. Yet there he was, sitting at his usual place at the kiosk, trying his best not to make it obvious that he was looking at Nico, busy with another customer.

“Nico will take your order in a moment”, the other guy, the blond one who also worked there, told him. 

“It’s okay, I can wait”, Percy replied. It took him a moment to realize that it was weird that the guy hadn’t simply taken his order himself. He worked there too, right? And he didn’t look busy, he was just there chatting with an elf-looking Mexican guy. 

Percy didn’t know if he was feeling more grateful or more embarrassed at this - was it really that obvious that he was there for Nico? At the same time though, the fact that apparently it was a thing, that Percy was Nico’s own customer, that the other guy didn’t even question it, like he knew it - well, it was making Percy feel stupidly giggly and hopeful.

“Ehi, hi Percy”, Nico greeted him, and Percy finally got out of his own head, but only to feel himself fall once again as he met Nico’s eyes and pretty smile. “The usual?”

“Hi, Nico”, he said. His throat felt dry, his heart lost a beat or two. “Yeah, thanks”.

Oh he was too pretty. Annabeth and Grover had laughed at him when Percy had spent a whole evening telling them about every little detail of Nico’s features, how he must have been an angel - because there was no way a human being could be that incredibly and otherworldly beautiful, right?

No, you’re just completely gone for that guy, Seaweed brain, Annabeth had said.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen you having this big of a crush, Percy, had been Grover’s contribution.

And they were both absolutely right. Percy really didn’t remember the last time he had been so head over heels for someone, couldn’t even remember the last time he had had a crush at all. But Nico - god, Nico was making him feel everything all at once.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you today”, Nico said, and Percy’s brain short-circuited for a moment. So Nico thought about seeing him? Did he look forward to see him just as much as Percy did? 

“The weather isn’t so good and it looks like the waves aren’t big enough to surf”, Nico kept going.

Percy needed a second to find his words, too enraptured by the shy yet curious look in Nico’s eyes. He had such a nice voice, too, Percy loved listening to him talk.

“Uhm, yeah, I actually wasn’t planning on coming today”, he managed to say in the end. “But I finished earlier at work, so I thought I’d pass by and get my favorite drink”.

Nico smiled softly at that, and Percy counted it as a victory.

“You’re literally the only one who orders this”, Nico said.

“So it’s like a special drink just for me?”

Flirting came to him way too easy when he talked to Nico. Maybe it was the need to see the light blush tinting his cheeks. He blushed so easily, and it was always so evident on his pale skin. Percy loved it.

This time too, Nico rolled his eyes at him, but the blush was there. It was starting to become Percy’s new favorite color.

“Where do you work at?”, Nico asked after a moment. Percy didn’t mind too much that he had ignored his previous flirting. It was endearing, really, that Nico was so shy. 

“Oh I teach kids how to swim at the pool near here”.

Somehow, that seemed to hit Nico, because he stopped to look at Percy with such surprise and awe in his eyes that it was Percy’s turn to blush in embarrassment. He was looking at him like Percy had just told him he went around saving the world on a daily basis.

“That’s so…”, Nico started, then stopped, cleared his throat and looked away. “That’s cute. You look like you’d be good with kids”.

“You think so?”, Percy smiled.

He liked sharing things with Nico, liked telling him about himself, cherished it when Nico told him something about himself. 

“Do you like working here?”

“I do, I guess. It’s a good summer job”, Nico said, meeting Percy’s eyes. “And it’s allowing me to meet some interesting people”.

Percy's heart started to beat ridiculously loud in his chest. “Yeah? You don’t look like you like meeting people a lot though”.

That made Nico’s laugh. Percy sort of wanted to drown in the sound.

“I don’t, usually”, Nico said. “But I guess I can make an exception for some people”.

Percy wanted to kiss him so bad. Wanted to take him on a date and make him smile and laugh the whole time, wanted to hold his hand as he told him about himself, wanted to share everything he could with him, wanted to card his fingers through his dark silky hair and pull him closer and closer to him until he could press his lips to his and feel the rings under his teeth.

“Some special people?”

Another laugh, and that beautiful shade of pink on his cheeks. “Yeah, special”.

Oh Percy was so far gone for him.

[mechazushi]

Kafka Hibino

Kafka Hibino.... with visible salt and pepper side burns.

Kafka Hibino.... wearing glasses and has salt and pepper side burns.

Kafka HIbino.... in that black turtleneck and a dark brown leather jacket and also wearing glasses and has salt and pepper side burns.

Kafka Hibino.... wearing that outfit and is an Animal Biology Professor in an College Au.

Kafka Hibino..... asking out Hoshina who is an Advanced Mathematics Professor working at the same college, to have an after-work drink with him.

Slightly DRUNK Kafka Hibino... becoming very forward with an also slightly drunk Hoshina

Slightly Drunk Hoshina... immediately matching Kafka's freak tenfold and Kafka is very much fine with this.

[problemswithbooks]

BNHA Ch. 429

So, I guess Toga is dead, and people are losing it.

I get why people liked her--she was actually queer, being pan/bisexual. She was representation for them and that's rare in shonen manga. But here's the thing--she was bad representation at best and insulting at worst. Nor do I think she was made queer because Hori really wanted to represent a queer girl. Himiko was always the author's poorly hidden fetish--she just was. She liked girls as much as boys because Hori wanted to draw a girl touching sexually on another girl. You can see this in how he draws her and Ochako in solo pics together.

I mean, people seem to understand this when it comes to Momo and her outfit being overly sexual or that both Himiko and Hagakure's Quirks either leave them naked or they have to be naked to use them. These are excuses to draw girls in a sexual manner. Himiko being into other girls is the same thing and that's the kindest interpretation.

Given how Himiko acts and her Quirk being heavily coded sexual desire, and therefore her use of it against someone unwilling being sexual assault, it could just being playing into harmful stereotypes of predatory gays.

As a queer person myself I just found Toga insulting. She was designed to be overly sexual and give the male author a female character that he could draw being suggestive with his other female characters. When he did flesh out her character, her backstory was eventually the trope/fear of straight people, that gay people will be so overcome with their lust that they end up sexually assaulting them.

In the end Ochako accepts this part of Toga and says she'll giver her blood forever, but as much as a lot of readers took that that as some deep lesbian confession, for me it really fell flat. Hori never really gave any of the main kids time to actually learn about their villain or show how that changed their minds toward them. Shoto only works because Touya is his brother (even though he admits he barely remembers him). But Ochako goes from not thinking of Toga at all pre-first war, to one thought about her during her speech, to suddenly caring about her so much she--given how Toga's quirk is coded, is willing to essentially fulfill Toga's kink for the rest of their lives.

It's weird and it comes out of nowhere. It's made even stranger because Toga doesn't actually change or show remorse for anything she did, which included personally hunting and murdering people before she joined the LOV. None of the death and destruction she is also partially responsible for is brought up either, something that Ochako was rightfully upset about during the first war when less people and property had been destroyed. Ochako just accepts everything about her suddenly and her past serious crimes are forgotten so they can cuddle and cry.

Am I shocked Toga died--a little. I didn't think Hori would have the guts to kill off a young girl character, especially one that he clearly got a lot of joy drawing in sexy poses. But at the same time, once he killed off Shigaraki and ended Touya's story with his slow death, I'm not surprised he went the same route with Toga.

This isn't Naruto--Hori isn't really kind to characters that do something wrong, especially if they don't try and change. Enji, Bakugo, Hawks, and Aoyama all sort of got punished for what they did. Enji is the worst off, being permanently crippled, missing an arm and burned everywhere. Bakugo's hand is damaged, his heart weaker, plus he feels bad that Izuku lost his Quirk so they can't compete the same way he wanted them to. Aoyama, despite doing way less wrong and even helping his class during the forest raid, still leaves school because he doesn't feel he earned being there yet. Hawks lost his Quirk and even though him running the HPSC could be seen as good for him, Hawks always wanted a break, but now he has one of the most time consuming and stressful jobs out there.

So, if this is what characters who actively did good things and even changed and fought to be better get, what would characters who never changed and never did anything positive for anyone but their friends/themselves get?

Before the last Arc started, when so many people said the LoV were 100% going to be redeemed I had doubts and always thought it wouldn't make sense with how the story presented redemption or treated other non-LoV villains in the past. That if the main LoV did get some happy ending where they were bffs with the main cast it would clash with how other characters had been treated.

That doesn't mean that I think how Shigaraki, Toga, and Touya ended up in the manga was well done. I think their endings fit far better then a last minute redemption would have, but at the same time you can feel how rushed everything has been since the end of the first war arc. Hori was done with this story months if not years ago, yet he was contractually obligated to finish it. Because of that I think he left out as much as possible. As much as I think he's written some pretty obsessive stuff, particularly towards women, I can't really fully blame him cutting corners or the story being shit at the end.

We know Manga authors, particularly those that work with Jump are treated like shit. That they suffer incredibly long hours at times not even getting to go home for days. We've gotten messages for Hori saying he's sick quite a few times. On top of that, weekly story telling is not a great way to tell a cohesive narrative. Ideas probably change week to week or at least month to month and you can't go back and change the last chapter no matter how much you need or want to. Then you remember he also gave a lot of ideas to the people who made the movies, which would also change his plans for how he wanted the main story to go.

The story is bad--it has been for a while, but I think a lot of people put their hopes on their favorite characters getting a happy ending, even when there were signs that probably wasn't going to be the case. I know how much it sucks when a character you love gets a shitty ending (Stain was my fav, but he got an absolute dogshit ending) but at least, knowing what I know about the industry I can't really blame Hori the way I see some other people doing. Criticize it, sure, but saying Hori hates his readers or is horrible writer isn't true. BNHA was popular for a reason--he's great with characters and the beginning of the story had some great pacing. We'll never know, but I wouldn't be surprised if BNHA could have been amazing if Hori had been treated better and the story hadn't needed a chapter every week.

If anything BNHA has taught me how much a story suffers when authors/artists are treated like crap and forced to work past burnout.

[tariah23]

🗿

[raifuujin]

It's been more than 20 years and for some reason I feel that Gosho hasn't given Kaiao any development, how can more than 20 years pass and Aoko dynamics, relationship and feelings remain the same? At this point I feel like Gosho is just going to make them date because "they already liked each other" they remain in the same status quo

Hey, if we go by DC romance progress, they've been going too fast. We've already had suspicion of identity chapters, and that didn't happen until more than 400 chapters in DC. /j

Since heists have taken over any character development recently, I don't even know if Kaito and Aoko will even get any romantic progress. Maybe the actual identity confrontation will happen down the line, since that's thief drama, but atm, it really wouldn't surprise me if they only ask each other on a real date at the very end of the manga.

Like. I'm sure Gosho would love to make MK a love drama as well, but he writes MK so rarely, and usually as hype for something Kid related in other media. So the MK stories tend to be heavy on drama that can only take place at Kid heists. (To the point that the new chapters just. Use Kid as the plot device to show off a new character. Even Hakuba's never gotten so much 'look at this character being a detective' treatment in MK.)

-sighs- I just feel bad for MK as a series at this point. I like the characters, I like the general story idea, but. It's been going down a very steep hill with Gosho wanting things exciting, but not wanting any real progress in. Anything. But unlike old MK, the new stories aren't even nice standalone setpieces of story, they're... mundane. They could be high stakes, if you purely look at the scenarios on paper, but. We all know nothing's gonna happen to Kid. Nothing even happens to him when the actual bad guys show up, much less one-time antagonists.

We need actual character focus and development, not heist drama. Badly. Not even romance, though that'd be a nice change. Just any character expansion of our limited cast of characters. Gosho wants big, all the time, meaningless big stuff, when small would be so nice.

[ineffable-kelpie]

Rating: T

Wordcount: 58,544

Chapters: 12/12

Summary:

Crowley has spent the last two years learning to cope with Aziraphale's absence. So when Aziraphale shows up with no memories, and Crowley is the only one who can help, it's not an easy thing to deal with.

(Crowley’s perspective of the events of Light the Corners of my Mind)

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @lover-of-mine @forthewolves @loserdiaz thank you 💖💖

more alive shannon today! I wanted to have some Buck finally, and Shannon and Buck meeting, but I didn't have time to write everything I wanted today lol so next time, hopefully haha

for now here's a bit of Shannon and Eddie talking <3 it's literally just written and not exactly what I had in mind but that's what editing is for haha

prev snippet

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“Do you think we can ever go back to how it was before? Honestly?” he asks, sounding so small and vulnerable, still not looking up. Her heart breaks for what feels like a millionth time just this week.

“Honestly? I’m skeptical.” she admits, and he just nods, as if he suspected that answer, as if he agrees. She knows him, though, she knows that even if he does, he doesn’t want to agree. He’s a fighter, and if it was just up to him, he’d fight to hell to save the crumbling remnants of what’s left of this relationship. She just wants to spare them both pain, not convinced he’d manage, not even with his infuriating stubbornness. Then she adds, a hint of amusement lacing her words: “But hey, maybe in some alternate universe, where nothing ever got screwed up, we’re living happily ever after with a bunch of kids?” she chuckles softly. Eddie finally looks up, his eyes still so warm and inviting, even after everything. “We’re still in Texas, close to your family, who maybe don't hate me.” she adds with a wistful smile. Eddie opens his mouth to protest, and she just rolls her eyes. “Eddie, come on, I know they despise me. At least your parents do. It’s- it’s fine, at this point.” she sighs. “But just maybe, in some other universe, it all works out.” She likes that thought. Even if it’s not realistic, just the thought that some version of her out there somewhere is as happy as she could be, as happy as she thought she’d be – that she got what this Shannon wanted a long time ago – it’s almost a comforting thought.

“Alternate universes.” Eddie just scoffs, shaking his head, leaning back against the armchair, finally relaxing a bit, tension easing out of his shoulders. “You’d get along with Buck.” he says quietly, almost a murmur, tone amused. Shannon’s lips shift into a grin. Perfect opening.

“Speaking of, when am I gonna meet him?”

“Uh, didn’t you? I’m sure you did.” he frowns, licking his lips nervously. Shan tilts her head curiously. 

“I mean, I saw him. In pictures and when I came to the station.” she clears her throat, feeling embarrassed for causing a scene at his place of work. “But I haven’t met him.”

“Uh, do you want to?”

“Obviously.” Shannon chuckles incredulously. “The way Christopher talks about him, he must be pretty special.” she smiles softly.

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[kickedin17]

New chapter of Spirits :-) I'm quite happy with this one! Feels like things are picking up now

[edwinisms]

so damn close to finishing writing my first fic for this show but my head feels like it’s gonna explode from writing an entire 3.3K theoretical analysis paper for like five hours straight and if I look at my computer screen much longer I might just fucking die so. here we are. suffering.

[therantingsage]

Now that I am in possession of the Crowzi plush, I felt the need to do an update to my Crow Uzi design from my Finders Keepers AU, as I can actually do a little turnaround with it physically irl. Also realized based on the placement of the white patches that she's a Hooded Crow specifically....which is fitting now that I think about it.

[bkglove]

Intoxicated (chp 3)

chp 1 | chp 2 | Chp 4 (end)

Rated M - titty attention

college au, underage drinking (they're probably 18-20), house party, drinking games, drunk bakusquad, drunk bakugou, plus size y/n implied

･゜ﾟ･:.｡..｡.:･･:.｡. .｡.:･゜ﾟ･*

Katsuki was drunk. Like very drunk. 

Your first indication of this had been when you got back from the bathroom and he’d pulled you into his lap completely unbothered by anyone else, not giving you a chance to comment. It wasn’t so weird, really, it was something you told him you liked but still felt uncomfortable about, he told you he loved when you did it, and in private, it was often how you ended up. Always somehow on top of one another. Still, you were way too aware of the fact that your feet weren’t hitting the ground, so you couldn’t allocate any of the weight, not that he’d ever complain, especially not now. When you tried to scooch off, he held firm. Luckily, everyone else seemed too preoccupied or out of it themselves to make a comment on how lovey-dovey he was being.

The second indication was the little compliments he kept mumbling to you. A, “you're so pretty,” said quietly, as he kissed your neck had shivers running down your spine. “You're so smart,” he said against the spot behind your ear, making you flush and smile; you weren’t even sure what you'd done for that one. The, “not yet,” spoken with lips again pressed to your shoulder when you announced you hadn’t gotten with anyone at one of Ashido’s parties. The comments were in no way unappreciated they were just unusual coming from him.

You’d managed to avoid getting particularly drunk. When you lost your first hand, you bargained to put an extra finger down instead of taking the shot, happy with where your head was at. You'd just kept doing that, and no one had said anything. The game was still going on, but the bet part of it was kind of moot, and now it was just a fun back and forth. You're pretty sure Katsuki is the only one still thinking of it as a competition. Stubborn and competitive, apparently traits he keeps regardless of his mental state. 

His thumb slides into the very upper part of the waistband on your bottoms, swiping back and forth. Nothing particularly inappropriate but way more intimate than either of you normally cared to be in front of others. Though no one else seemed to notice. Alcohol a good excuse for why you're turning pink.

“Do you wanna go to bed?” You turn a little to ask him in a whisper.

“Did I win?” he slurred, blinking slowly and looking back at you hopefully.

You shake your head 'no' slowly, you may not be very drunk, but it's still dizzying. “No winners babe, we’re just playing for fun now.” 

You mindlessly run your fingertips across the forearm he has thrown around your waist, holding you against him, hoping those words will be enough to coax him up without too much of a fight. You don’t know how he’s gonna act this drunk, but so far, he’s been incredibly docile.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out again, voice low, making you give him a shy smile. You always kinda knew he thought that, but it was nice to hear it so unabashedly. 

Kaminari chooses that moment to call attention to the game again, “Bakugou it’s your turn to say something,” he shouts. You're not sure if he doesn’t realize how loud he’s being because of the alcohol and pounding music or if he just didn’t care.

Katsuki slowly furrows his brow, thinking, then nuzzles into the side of your head and murmurs, “help me?”

You have to stop yourself from cooing and risk ruining the moment. Instead, you give your boyfriend's hand a light squeeze so that he pulls back, and you whisper in his ear. “Say never have I ever dyed my hair.”

He looks at you dazzled, like you're the smartest person in the world, and then faces the rest of the group again. “Never have I ever dyed my hair.”

“Hey, no fair!” Kirishima cried, leaning too far forward and almost falling off the couch.

“That’s already been done before! You gotta say something else,” Kyouka argued.

“No. It’s perfect.” Katsuki tugged you closer, frowning at her. “y/n told me t’say it t’so it has’t’be,” he managed to get out.

Your friend's eye’s go wide at this, or at least the mostly coherent ones, Shinso’s out cold and Ashido walked off at some point and never came back, finally catching on to how far gone your boyfriend actually is. That’s your cue to get him out of there before they can start making fun of him, lest he never agree to come to something like this again.

“No fucking way.” Kaminari leaned forward as if to inspect Katsuki. Shinso slid off his shoulder. Kaminari winced and quickly tried to readjust him back to how he was as he asked, “How much did he have?”

You try and look back at Katsuki, but he’s nestled his head into the crook of your neck, slow-blinking eyelashes tickling you. His thumb still swiping back and forth under your waistband, making you fight shivers.

You sigh and admit, “I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure he was still taking the game seriously after we all gave up.” The distraction of the game and the fact you had to be the one taking care of Katsuki, the very opposite of what you expected from this night, helping the barely there buzz in your brain fade.

“Is he okay?” Kirishima asked at the same time as Kaminari started looking around and announced, “oh man! Where's everyone else?” 

“'M fine.” The only reason you can hear Katsuki mumble is because his mouth is pressed into your neck, right below your ear. You pat his forearm, it would be distracting, but you gotta stop the other blonde.

“Kaminari no!” You hiss. 

“What, why not?” He frowned, sounding genuinely confused. You're gonna be nice and blame the alcohol for that.

“Besides the fact he’ll kill you tomorrow?” You raise an eyebrow. You feel Katsuki laugh a little. “There are too many strangers. Get him drunk the next time it’s just us.” You argue, hoping he’s with it enough to not keep trying to get other people to embarrass your boyfriend.

Kyouka’s giggling, watching the exchange, probably just as drunk as Katsuki but handling it completely differently. And though she seems to be finding everything extremely funny, apparently no one else finds her as amusing as him. 

“Come onnnn,” Kaminari whined.

You shake your head and look at Kirishima. “Wanna help me get him to bed?” 

“I can do it.” Katsuki voices into your shoulder, more aware of the conversation than you expected. 

“Okay,” you let out a small laugh and tap his thigh, then move to get off his lap, but he holds you tight. “You gotta let go of me ‘Ki,” you giggle again; if anything, he only held tighter.

“Don’t wanna.” 

“How else are we gonna go upstairs?” You question, running your fingers along his forearm again, your friends watching with way too much amusement.

He replies in a tone that can’t be described as anything except for adoring with words he’d usually throw with a good helping of snark. “You’re so’smart, figure it out.”

“At the very least, let me get Sero and Midoriya,” Kaminari begs, apparently no longer able to watch this silently and have the show all to himself. 

“No.” You reply quickly, then shift a little so you can whisper to Katsuki, “if you let go, we can go upstairs and cuddle.” 

“Promise?” He lifts his head slowly to look up at you hopefully.

“Promise.” You smile back, and this time when you move to slide off his lap, he begrudgingly lets you, keeping his arms around your waist as he follows you to stand.

“You guys good?” Kirishima checks, coming to a wobbly stand of his own.

“Of course,” Katsuki answers before you can.

You shrug, hands over Katsuki's around your waist as he leans onto you. “Yeah, but can you find Ashido? She didn’t say which room we could stay in.” 

“On it.” Kirishima salutes and then stumbles off. 

You don’t really have high hopes of his return. You know he gets super friendly drunk and will probably stop to talk to every single person and end up forgetting entirely what you asked.

You turn back to Kaminari. “Good luck with those two.” You gesture between Shinso and Kyouka.

“Please get some evidence of this!” He calls back as you start to make your way to the stairs. You don’t respond, just throw a middle finger up in lew of Katuski being able to.

Getting through the throngs of people still crowded in Ashido’s house is way easier than you expected. The crowd almost subconsciously parting for Katsuki’s still grumpy outer appearance despite the fact that he’s clinging to you like a lost child, practically attached chest to back. He’s gone back to mumbling words into your scalp, making you stumble until, finally, you reach the stairs.

You scan the crowd trying to spot Ashido to no avail. You decide to wait a few minutes, but if you don’t find her, you’ll go upstairs and take whatever free room there is. Katsuki leans against the wall, one hand around your waist, the other intertwined with yours, his head resting against yours.

“You smell so nice.” Each word comes out low, slow, and a little slurred with the next, but it still makes you smile. 

You never would have guessed this is what Katsuki would be like drunk, maybe the sleepiness, the party was way later than he normally went to bed, even if you factored in the few hours later you managed to move his sleep schedule (in the summer) to accommodate you wanting to stay up and do more than stay in and watch a movie. The unfiltered compliments were what surprised you. He was so loving and cute, you loved his normal behavior, but you couldn’t say this wasn’t appreciated and very much boosting your ego.

You raise your intertwined hands to press a kiss to the back of his hand. “Thank you, pretty boy.” You respond.

He raises his head at that and moves so he's facing you. “Y’think 'm pretty?” His smile is a little lopsided but big.

You grin back. “The prettiest.”

He pouts and shakes his head, which makes you dizzy just to watch. “Can’t be. You’re th’prettiest.” 

You hold his cheek, and he leans into it, fighting drooping eyelids. “We can be the prettiest together.” 

He gives you another silly-looking adorable smile. “Yeah.” He squeezes your waist. “So smart.”

You stare at each other for a second, or, well, you stare, Katuski blinks a lot but doesn’t look away. You press what’s meant to be a quick kiss to his lips, but when you pull away, he follows you, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide. So, despite the heavy taste of a mix of liquors, you let him kiss you again. It’s sloppy, a little more on the wet side, but fun. With the pounding music and background buzz of your brain, you're both able to let go, forget that you’re in an overly crowded house party, and just enjoy the messy drunk kiss. 

Katsuki finds your waist pulling you flush against him. He doesn’t care at all about where you are. Only you can hear the breathy moans he lets out despite the loud music as his hands dip lower, pawing at your ass. He might not care in his drunken state, but you still do, despite the warmth tugging at your lower belly. 

You pull away, pants shared between you smelling strongly of alcohol. Before Katsuki can pout too much, you turn back around, your back to his chest so he can rest his head against yours again, so you don’t need to be holding up his head, he squeezes you tight. You can feel him stiff against your back, his hands holding you close, one grazing the bottom of your boob. You let him get away with that as you mindlessly shake your hips to the music, casually grinding against him as is appropriate for this type of party, still keeping an eye out for Ashido. He groans again, breath hot against your ear. The thin fabric of your underwear is holding back a flood.

“You said we were goin’ t’bed.” You can hear his pout. 

“We are baby. I don’t know which room we’re allowed to use.”

“Okay.” He whined, and you know you shouldn’t smile, but he’s so cute you can’t help it.

You glance around for Ashido one more time, but still don’t see her. You do, however, accidentally make eye contact with Midoriya and Uraraka, who both smile and start walking over, fingers intertwined, red solo cups in their free hands. 

You try to move Katsuki’s hands so you look a little more appropriate, it only kind of works, his arms looped around your waist keeping you flush against him. They don’t seem to notice anyway, their expressions morphing into worry when they get a better look at Katsuki almost falling asleep on top of you.

“Is Kacchan okay?” Midoriya asked once he got close enough you could hear him over the blasting music.

“Yeah, just had a little too much.” You assure, Katsuki squeezed you closer and muttered another, “'m fine.” into your hair.

“Oh good.” Midoriya looked relieved, smiling fondly when Katsuki nuzzled into you more. “Do you need help?”

“No, but thank you.” You almost shake your head, but Katsuki’s weight on top of you stops it, then you think. “Actually, have you seen Ashido? I don't know what room to go to.” 

“No, I’m sorry.” He looked so apologetic you almost felt bad for even asking. 

“Oh!” Uraraka spoke up, “I remember the guest room from last time we stayed over; I can show you!”

“Really? That would be awesome.” You sighed in relief, smiling back at her.

“No problem.” She grinned. “Follow me.” She began to walk upstairs, looking back and waiting for you to follow.

Thankfully no other partygoers were blocking the way, so you figured getting Katsuki up would be easy enough. Midoriya moved to help, but Katsuki shrugged him off.

“Don’ need your help.” He tugged at you. “The strongest.”

Midoriya looked at you, unsure of what he should do.

You shrug as best you can with your boyfriend hanging off of you. “We’ll be good. Just catch him if he falls back, I guess.”

“Got it.” Midoriya nodded enthusiastically, moving to the back of the line, hands up to catch Katsuki as he held onto you as you went.

Walking up the stairs was surprisingly easy, Katsuki only stumbling a few times, but you or Midoriya were always there to keep him steady, and in no time, Uraraka was showing you the room.

“Thanks.” You smiled gratefully at her, Katsuki still hanging off of you even though you tried pointing him to the bed. 

“No problem,” she assured, smiling back.

“Here.” Midoriya handed you his red solo cup, you raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s water.” He clarified, rubbing the back of his head.

You cringed as you took the cup. “Thank you, I didn’t even think about that.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He gave you and Katsuki a kind smile, and then they both said their good nights and wandered back downstairs. You shut the door.

Well, Kaminari sorta got his wish.

“Okay, ready for bed Katsuki?” You put the cup down on the desk in the corner and turn in his arms, patting his chest as you look up at him.

“Y’gonna stay?” he asked hopefully. 

“Of course.” You smile back.

He wrapped his arms around you and then picked you up, stumbling the short distance to the bed. “Katsuki!” You barely had a chance to squeal before you both collapse into the bed, him on top of you only half in.

“Good.” He declared into your chest.

“C’mon.” You pat his back giggling.

Slowly he stood back up, giving you a chance to scoot back and sit properly before he collapsed again on his back beside you. You take off your shoes and then turn to your boyfriend whose looking up at you, smiling wide.

“Can you take off your shoes?” you ask, prepared to help him, but he just nodded and moved to do it with no argument.

“Did it.” He grinned after he tossed them to the side.

“Good job,” you laugh and pat his chest, which just makes his smile widen. “Okay, into bed now,” you say, pulling the blanket back so you can both crawl in.

“Ts’warm.” He grumbled, ignoring the blanket, and took off his shirt. Or, well, he tried to but got stuck inside, arms up over his head, unable to move further.

“Here, lemme help.” You fight a laugh and grab the bottom of his shirt and pull, gently pulling his arms and head out properly. 

As soon as he was free of his shirt-prison, he went back to staring at you. “You’re th’bes’,” his words slurring more now that sleep was right there, “I love y’so much.” He smiled, not taking his eyes off you as he laid his head down on his pillow. Then he frowned and pulled at your shirt. “'ts’hot take it off.” He smiled wide again and then stated, with a weird amount of emphasis on each word, "I’ll help.” 

You smile back and run your fingers through his hair. You only want to take off your bra, and, honestly, it would probably be easier without Katsuki. “I can do it, but thank you. You’re the best, and I love you too.”

“No, you.” He just barely grumbled out before pouting, “lemme help.”

You can’t fight the little laugh that escapes, “Okay, if I get stuck, you can help.”

“Good.” He grinned wide, showing off his pointed canines.

You slip the straps off without taking off your shirt, then put your hands underneath to take off your bra, but Katsuki must have taken that as you getting stuck because he started to pull up the hem of your shirt, you decided to just slip your arms out rather than argue again, it would be easier and probably more comfortable anyway.

“Pretty,” he mumbled as your chest was bared to him, not giving a second thought to your now discarded shirt as he moved his hands to cup your breasts.

You suck in a breath when he flicks a finger over your hardening nipple, and he gives you a lazy smile in return. You’re both tired, but the warmth of his palms against the freshly exposed, sensitive skin felt good and you were still wanting from your earlier makeout, so you don’t stop Katsuki when he dips his head to take a tit in his mouth. 

He sucked on the aroused peak, letting out a happy groan as his tongue flicked over it, his other hand lazily teasing your other sweetly curved mound. You bite your lip to stop from being too loud, not trusting the pounding music to hide your moans from the party downstairs. You rock back and forth a little, needing friction that your not getting as you clench around nothing. Katsuki bites a little too hard and you gasp, broken out of your aroused reverie, reminded that he’s really too drunk for this, even as he licked over the offended area at the same time as he pinched your other pink peak.

“‘Ki” You try to sound stern so he stops, and you can go to sleep, but it comes out like moaned praise. 

 Katsuki sucks off with a wet pop that has you sighing in disappointment even though you know it’s for the best. Before you can suggest rest, he’s locked back on you, lips tracing all your exposed skin, leaving kisses across your flesh, lazy and loving. His hands cupping and massaging your heaving, flushed chest.

“‘M happy you're all mine,” he murmured against your skin. You feel his eyelashes butterfly kiss your sternum.

You run your fingers through his hair, sighing fondly. “I love you Katsuki.” You can feel him smile against you, slow and sleepy, “I’m happy you're all mine too.”

He kisses you again, a languid trail up to your lips, his hands finding the waistband of your bottoms, and you decide, unfortunately, it's time to try for bed again.

“Do you wanna go to sleep, baby?”

He pauses to pout at you, but his eyelids are drooping, and when you nod, he does too. You give him a few quick pecks leading him to lie down. You think he’s out cold the second his head hits the pillow. Features soft and content. You were lucky to be one of the few people able to see him at his most relaxed, and you liked taking advantage of it every-time you could, even as you fought your own drooping eyelids. Half-heartedly you think about grabbing his shirt to sleep in but don’t know where it is in the dark of the room, and skin-to-skin is definitely appealing, even with the risk of someone possibly walking in. 

Katsuki’s eyes flutter back open, and he frowns at you. “C’mere.” He pats the spot beside him 

“Yeah.” You crawl into the spot, shuffling a little under the blanket, he immediately throws his arm over you. 

You stare at each other, breaths evening out, matching pace, blinking slow, eyelids half-lidded. It’s a little more intimate than you ever would have guessed the end of a party could be, in a random bed you didn’t really expect to end up staying in, but it feels right.

Deciding one video won’t hurt, you pull out your phone, screen facing you so you can see that the videos recording both of you laying down. You get Katsuki to say a few more things, but then he pushes your hand down and demands sleep, so you comply, cuddling up with him, your face against his flushed chest.

“Wanted this all night.” He mumbled before passing out.

chp 1 | chp 2 | Chp 4 (end)

[taegularities]

hi hi. uhm small thing regarding cmi. if you're a reader, do lmk what you think please 🤍

[geisterland]

Going to post a story later tonight! :)

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[eltheabberation]

so I was tagged by @ipsen to share my part of one my wips so uh you guys get the most recent one I've been working on (read: I started it yesterday) which is titled in my docs SERIOUSLY FUCKING STOP IT in reference to the last wip I made titled STOP MAKING MORE WIPS. Anyway it's just the first 100 words or so cause I haven't gotten that far in yet. Quick warning because I am in my excessive prose era and also warning for first draft writing.

The lights were so bright it was blinding. The music was so loud it was deafening. All around him were people, laughing and joking and having a great time, because why wouldn’t they be? This was a time of celebration, a time of victory. A tale as old as time, the heroes triumphing over the monsters who’d ruled over their land and reclaiming it as their own. The kind you’d find in a storybook, the kind you’d read to a child before they went to bed. The air was filled with joy.

Kousuke Houji wished he was anywhere but here.

He was vaguely aware of the drink in his left hand, vaguely aware of the women in front of him he was holding conversation with, vaguely aware the sound of his own voice coming out of his mouth. Only vaguely, because reality seemed so distant, like a dream, like a nightmare he wished he could wake up from. He felt himself take a sip from his drink, and he could see the woman leave out of the corner of his eye. 

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Sorry there's so little lol ;w;. Yeah uh Houji fic. Specifically YanHouji fic but after Yan's death cause fuck it be the change you want to see in the world and I am sitting here stewing in my brainrot because this fucking ship has overtaken my brain and I can't properly articulate any coherent thoughts about it. anyway uh I don't know who to tag so if you see this and you have a wip you want to share take this as your opportunity and pretend I tagged you :>

[wutheringmights]

I think on some subconscious level, I don’t ever want to finish writing this chapter