#drunk antics

[aventurineswife]

Hello!!! Hope your exams went well and wishing you good luck with them! Remember to take care of yourself please <33

Can we get Harumasa, Hugo and Lighter where they are drinking together and reader gets drunk which reveals a completely different side of them? Like reader is normally against pda other than hugging and holding hands or is somewhat bashful with getting too touchy yet the moment they get drunk they're all over them like leaning against them, fiddling with their clothing and stuff while complimenting them a lot with lots of shameless flirting and confessions like "it actually really bothers me when your fans ask you private questions or for your heart, don't they know you're mine? Your choker is so pretty on you by the way..." for Harumasa for example-

Tipsy Hearts and Tangled Hands

Tags: Hugo x Reader, Harumasa x Reader, Lighter x Reader, Drunk Antics, Lightly Suggestive, Romantic Undertones, PDA, Teasing, Playful Flirting, Confessions, Emotional Intimacy, Comfort, Protective Gestures.

Warnings: Mild Alcohol Use, Lightly Suggestive Content, Vulnerable Reader While Drunk, Light Jealousy, Possessiveness, Emotional Manipulation, Slight Self-Consciousness.

The night had gone surprisingly quiet after the laughter died down. The bar’s soft lights reflected in Harumasa’s half-empty glass, the faint blue of Ether-infused sake swirling lazily within. He’d long stopped drinking—his condition didn’t allow him to indulge—but he didn’t seem to mind sitting with you.

You, however, had absolutely overdone it.

“Harumasa,” you whispered, voice soft and slurred, leaning forward over the table until your forehead brushed against his arm. “Why are your sleeves always rolled up like that?”

He glanced sideways at you, lazy as ever. “Easier to move that way,” he replied, his tone carrying that familiar half-smile. “Efficiency, remember?”

“Mmm,” you hummed, eyes squinting as if deep in thought, then you giggled—light, airy. “You and your efficiency. You even make drinking look efficient.”

He sighed, amused. “That’s one way to say ‘boring.’”

You shook your head fervently, too close now, your breath warm against his shoulder. “Nooo, you’re not boring. You’re… efficient in a sexy way.”

That made him pause.

His eyes flickered, his hand stopping mid-motion as he set the glass down. You blinked up at him, realizing you’d said it aloud, and instead of backtracking like you usually would, you grinned lazily.

“Actually, it really bothers me when people flirt with you,” you continued, your words tumbling freely now. “Those fans asking about your heart or your choker, like—don’t they know you’re mine?”

The air froze.

You twirled your fingers in the strap of his tactical harness, tracing along the edge, completely oblivious to the soft crimson rising on his face.

“…Mine, huh?” Harumasa said, voice low.

You nodded without hesitation, eyes half-lidded and dreamy. “Yup. I like your choker too. It looks really good on you. Like it’s saying, ‘off-limits.’”

He covered his mouth, stifling an incredulous laugh. “You’re something else when you drink.”

He meant to push you gently away, but you beat him to it—head falling against his chest with a content sigh. “Mhm. Warm…”

He let out a quiet exhale, almost defeated. You were weightless against him, murmuring about how cool his eyes looked, how his voice was comforting, how you liked his lazy way of smiling.

When you tugged weakly at his hand, threading your fingers through his gloved ones, his composure cracked just a little more.

“You should sleep,” he murmured, adjusting your hair away from your face.

“Only if you promise to stay,” you whispered back, already half-asleep.

He hesitated. Then, softly—almost to himself—he said, “You really shouldn’t say things like that so easily.”

But even as he said it, his thumb brushed your knuckles. And though his gaze returned to his glass, the faintest smile lingered, like a man who’d stopped fighting the inevitable for one quiet night.

“Wine is meant to be savored,” Hugo had said earlier that evening, all graceful gestures and smug charm. “Not devoured.”

You’d apparently taken that as a challenge.

Now, two and a half glasses later, you were anything but savoring. Hugo sat beside you, impeccably composed, watching your drunken antics with both amusement and mild disbelief.

“Darling, if you continue like that, even your liver will start questioning your life choices,” he drawled, leaning back in his seat.

You giggled, pointing accusingly at him. “S’not fair. You talk so fancy when you’re tipsy. Why can’t I be classy drunk?”

“Because, my dear,” he said, swirling his wine, “you skipped the ‘graceful decline’ stage and dove straight into ‘confession hour.’”

You frowned, unamused—then pouted. “You’re so mean when you’re right.”

He smiled faintly, eyes glinting in that half-amused, half-adoring way. “And you’re quite adorable when you’re indignant.”

That made you blink. Then your face lit up like a firework. “You think I’m adorable?”

Before he could answer, you slid closer—far too close—until your knees brushed his. Your fingers tugged at his tie, eyes hazy but sharp with boldness alcohol had coaxed out.

“You know,” you murmured, voice dropping to a whisper, “your fans don’t deserve you.”

His smile faltered. “Oh?”

“They call you charming and mysterious, but they don’t see you,” you continued, the words spilling freely. “They don’t see how tired you are when you come home late, or how you always feed Robin before yourself, or—” you hiccupped—“how gentle you get when you think no one’s watching.”

For once, Hugo was speechless.

You tilted your head, smiling dreamily. “I get jealous, sometimes. When people ask for your attention. When they talk about how handsome you are.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Jealous? You?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, fingers now tracing the buttons of his vest. “Because you’re mine, and I don’t like sharing.”

He chuckled, the sound soft but laced with something deeper. “Possessive, are we?”

You hummed in affirmation, resting your head against his shoulder. “I’m drunk and possessive. Terrible combo.”

He looked down at you, amusement flickering into something gentler. Carefully, he set his wine glass aside, one hand brushing against your cheek. “Terrible? I’d say… dangerously endearing.”

You nuzzled closer, muttering incoherently about how good he smelled and how pretty his eyes looked when the light hit them. Hugo listened in silence, the corner of his mouth twitching every so often.

When you finally drifted off against him, murmuring a sleepy, “Don’t leave, okay?”, Hugo exhaled softly.

“Never,” he whispered, voice barely audible.

He draped his coat around your shoulders, eyes softening. For once, the great phantom thief looked less like a man of mystery and more like someone who’d found the one thing he could never steal—peace.

Lighter had seen plenty of drunks in his day—bikers, fighters, mercs—but none quite like you.

You were sitting cross-legged on the counter of the gang’s private bar, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, clutching your third glass like it was a life goal. He leaned nearby, arms crossed, scarf fluttering faintly from the ceiling fan’s wind.

“Y’know,” you slurred, “you always look so cool, it’s unfair.”

Lighter tilted his head, his usual grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Unfair? You saying I should look worse?”

“Yes,” you said immediately. “You should have at least one bad photo somewhere. It’s criminal that you don’t.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You hopped down—barely—and stumbled right into his chest.

“Woah,” he caught you, steadying you with one arm. “Easy there, champ.”

You looked up at him, dazed. “You called me champ. That’s your thing.”

He smirked. “Guess you’ve earned it for surviving three shots.”

You squinted at him, then reached up to tug his red scarf. “Why do you wear this all the time?”

“Symbol,” he replied. “Means I fight for the gang, not just myself.”

You hummed, fingers running over the fabric. “It suits you. Red looks good on you. Passionate, brave…” your words softened, “…and warm.”

That last part caught him off guard.

He tried to look away, but your next words hit harder than a right hook.

“I get so jealous sometimes,” you whispered, tugging gently at the scarf again. “Everyone calls you ‘The Champion,’ everyone cheers for you—but they don’t see how tired you are when you come home, or how much you hate blood, or how gentle you get when someone’s hurt.”

Lighter’s breath hitched.

You smiled hazily, fingertips brushing his jaw. “You always say you can’t lose, right? But… you already won. You won me.”

For a second, the air between you stilled—quiet, charged, real.

Then you wobbled, nearly toppling, and he caught you again with a low laugh. “You’re gonna make me faint before you do, y’know that?”

“Mmm, maybe,” you murmured against his chest. “You smell like smoke and cologne. It’s nice.”

He froze. Then, slowly, his hand came up to the back of your head, steady but hesitant.

“Get some rest,” he said, his voice lower than usual. “You’re drunk.”

“You like me though, right?” you asked suddenly, peering up with glassy eyes.

Lighter blinked. “…You really want that answer right now?”

“Yes.”

He sighed, smiling wryly. “Yeah. I like you, dummy. But we’ll talk about it when you’re sober.”

You grinned, satisfied, and nestled against him. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not letting go.”

“Didn’t think you would,” he muttered, his cheeks faintly pink beneath his shades.

When you finally dozed off, his thumb brushed across your cheek briefly before pulling the scarf around you both, a silent promise wrapped in red warmth.

[martian-writes]

Let Me In!

Inspired by Rael!

"Someone said i can stay here where the fuck is the man who said that" - Drunk Zuku.

- - - -

Izuku is cold. Which in his opinion is absolute bullshit.

Shouldn't alcohol make you warm?

Why is he freezing his nuts off?

Oh. Maybe because he is locked outside. No he didn't forget his key, he can't forget his key to a place he doesn't live.

See Izuku's friend, Dabi offered to let Izuku stay the night at his place after Izuku was done bar hopping with their group friends. Since ya know Dabi lived in the area and it was much safer to just stay with a friend rather than drive home.

It's 3 am.

Izuku is done bar hopping and is standing outside of Dabi's apartment building pressing his buzzer. Well at least Izuku thinks this is his apartment building and that this is Dabi's buzzer.

Honestly he is way too drunk to be sure.

"Come on Dabi" Izuku whines as he presses the buzzer again.

No answer.

Izuku tilts his head back letting out a puff of air. His breath clouds in the air, and his head spins a little. Staring up at the sky does not help it, so he put his head down with a groan.

"Dabi you piece of shit" He curses pressing the buzzer again, not realizing he is pressing the wrong one.

It rings... and rings.... and /rings/

Then an answer.

"Do you have any idea what time it is asshole?"

Izuku's head snaps up too fast for his drunk mind but he smiles big "Dabi?? Dabi let me up i'm tired and cold... and kinda hungry"

"Who the fuck is Dabi?"

"You??"

A baby wails in the background and the person tiredly groans and says "Listen man. Fuck you, your constant buzzing woke my newborn. Stop ringing my bell"

Before Izuku can even congratulate them on their baby. The intercom goes quiet, leaving Izuku slightly dumbfounded because

"Dabi doesn't have a baby" his face scrunches "Does Dabi have a baby?"

Izuku rings another (incorrect) bell, even holds the button down and closes his eyes because the sound intercom is making, soothes whatever oddity is happening in his drunk haze mind.

Then after a solid five minutes, the intercom is picked up.

"Motherfucker" the most gravelly, deepest, hottest, while yes sleep ridden but still hot voice says "Do you have any idea what the time is?"

Izuku's eyes are wide open and mouth dropped open because "Oh-hooo you are /not/ Dabi! You sound wayyy too /hot/ to be Dabi!"

Sober Izuku would /never/ be in this kind of situation and IF he did happen to find himself in this situation. He'd have half the brain to call his friend to be like "Hey man im downstairs". He'd also have a brain to mouth filter but Izuku /isn't/ sober so his brain? Gone.

He has no filter. Izuku says what he thinks when he thinks it.

"Dude what?" The voice says

"Hey mister hot voice let me in" Izuku replies ignoring the voice

"The fuck? Dont you live here? Use your key."

"No way! I live across town! Im looking for my friend"

"Do /they/ live here?"

"Uh huh"

"Then ring their bell! Fuck you ringing mine for you dickhead"

Izuku lips pursed together and he makes a face like he ate something sour "Well. I thought I did. Anyways, I'm really cold. Let me in pleasssseeee"

- - - -

Tiredly Katsuki stares at his intercom, eye squinting because it's 3 in the morning. He works tomorrow and here this random stranger is just ringing on his bell.

The stranger is looking for Dabi... who the fuck is Dabi? What kinda shit name is Dabi?

"I don't know you!" Katsuki says into the intercom "im not letting you up"

"Come on please? I'll be good! Im potty trained and everything!"

Okay this guy is not sober at all. Who the fuck just says shit like that? What is this guy a dog?

"Get outta here! And don't ring my bell again" Katsuki shuts off the intercom.

Then it buzzes again

"For fucks sake" he grumbles pressing the button to answer "What?"

"Let me innnnnnnnn"

"Why dont you fuckin call your friend? Are you stupid?"

"Oh! That's a great idea!" Katsuki can practically hear the fucker smiling "please hold"

Katsuki has no idea why he actually listens, he has no idea why he answered a second a time knowing full well it's a drunken idiot.

"Ah! Oh no! My phone's dead" there's a quiver in the drunk man's voice "I have to bury it! Oh my god my phones dead"

Katsuki facepalms, this guy is probably worse then fucking dunce face when his smashed. There's a sniffle on the other end of the intercom and Katsuki scowls

"Are you fucking crying?"

"N-no! Just someone said i could stay here! Where the fuck is the man who said that?" The person yells "It's so cold out here my dick receded into my body man"

As if to emphasize how cold they are, Katsuki hears the distinct noise of teeth chatter. Katsuki steps away from his intercom to look outside the window where he can see the front of his building.

Someone is down there, in the cold.

/Again/. Katsuki has no idea /why/ he does this. Against his better judgment

He buzzes the dude in.

"Oh you are a saint!" The guy yells

Katsuki rolls his eyes and shuts off the intercom. The guy can find his friend's apartment and if not sleep in the hall.

What's the worst that could happen?

Katsuki starts walking back to his bed room when there's a loud bang in the hallway outside his front door then a drunken

"Owww"

Katsuki tilts his head up curses whichever gods that are listening because what the hell?

He did his good deed! He let the guy in so he didn't freeze in the cold and now the dude is making such a racket in the hall someone is gonna call the police.

Someone... will...call... the... police.

Then it'll /their/ problem.

Katsuki nods his head with a smirk and keeps walking to his room where he hears another bang.

"OH FUCK!"

Katsuki walks toward his door and looks through the peephole. He watches as a green haired dummy sets the fake potted plant back in its corner.

"Now you watch where ya going okay?" The guy says before looking the plant "I'm not talking to you sir! I'm speaking to myself"

Then he nods his head and walks away, he pads up the hall and Katsuki thinks that's the last he'll see and hear of a drunk dumbass and then suddenly his peep hole is all green eyes and freckles.

"Hey!" The guy knocks loudly on Katsuki's door making him jerk back "Dabi! You dickwad!"

More loud, annoying knocking. Katsuki tilts his head up and mutters "why me???"

More knocking "Dabbiiiiiiii"

With a grumble and nasty scowl on his face, opens his door. Katsuki is just aboutta yell at the guy when his fist meets Katsuki's chest, knocking.

"Oh wow" the guy says before flatten his palm and squeezing Katsuki's peck "Dabi you've been working out??"

The guy looks up and his green eyes are glazed over and unfocused. Katsuki is rendered speechless because the guy is actually /cute/.

An idiot but cute.

Then the guy waltzes right into Katsuki's apartment.

"You are such an ass Dabi" the guy says "I had to flirt with a sexy man on the intercom to get let in because YOU didn't answer"

Katsuki who is still by his open apartment door is dumbfounded because 'when the fuck did this guy flirt?' Also still who the fuck is Dabi??

"Do you know who he is by the way? He sounds like he has /really/ big dick" the guy says pulling off his jacket- which by the makes sense why the fucker was cold.

Wait- what? Big dick?

Katsuki smirks not toot his own horn but he is pretty, well endowed. He watches the idiot amused as he stumbles through Katsuki's apartment.

All amusement dies when he notices the guy didn't take his shoes off. Katsuki slams his door and stalks after him.

"Oi! If yer gonna invade my house take your shoes off!" He yells shoving the poor dude into the couch to start tugging at his stupidly bright red sneakers that don't even match his outfit.

"I'm not an alien" the guy pouts "and you shoved me hard Dabi. Thats mean"

Katsuki pulls off both sneakers to reveal mix match All Might socks. Figures the guy looks like a nerd, and of course he'd be obsessed with All might, he is /the/ best.

"My names not Dabi"

The guy squints "No? What are you doing in Dabi's apartment? not Dabi"

"This aint Dabi's apartment and the name is Katsuki"

The guy looks around and his eyes widen, nodding his head as he looks back at Katsuki. "This is /not/ Dabi's house! This sure is awkward"

"Awkward?" Katsuki echoes

"Yeah. Cause like. I'm crashing here Kat- kacchan! You already took my shoes off" and as if to make his point, the guy kicks his feet up onto the couch and wiggles his toes.

"Who said you can stay here???"

The greenette looks at Katsuki and then shoves his socked foot in his face "You. Took. My. Shoes. Off"

Katsuki's lips curl into a slight snarl and he slaps the foot away "what if i don't want you stay??"

The drunk cute idiot makes himself comfortable on Katsuki's couch and closes his eyes "Shoulda kept your door locked man. Now you got a stranger sleepin on yo couch"

Katsuki snorts, amused by this guy.

"By the way. Do I know you? You sound familiar??" Eyes still closed the guy's face scrunches in the cutest way.

Like a bunny.

Katsuki shakes the thought from this head reminding himself that this is a /stranger/. Katsuki can't fall for a drunk stranger that invaded his house, sure he opened the door but he didn't /invite/ him in.

"Don't know man" Katsuki says "some drunk dude rang my bell like he was on fire and woke me up outta my sleep"

"What? No way! Did you tell him off? I hope you did. That's so rude"

Katsuki coughs a laugh because that fully confirms how wasted this guy actually is "totally told him off. Said go fuck yourself"

"Period. As you should"

Katsuki chuckles and the guy smiles.

"I'm just gonna rest my eyes mmkay?" The greenette says "My name's Izu-Deku"

Katsuki doesn't know what he said as it was tiredly mumbled and with that Deku is passed out. Katsuki stares for a moment wondering how the hell is this his life right now. Getting off the floor, setting Deku's clunky red sneakers by the door, gets him a blanket.

Katsuki could wake up robbed, Katsuki could not wake up /at all/ tomorrow for letting a stranger sleep on his couch.

Yet against the little voice that yells at him to call the cops or kick Deku out. Katsuki takes the blanket, tosses it over the passed out drunk man and tucks him in.

With a shake of his head Katsuki flicks off the living room light and heads back to bed. Hopefully in five hours Katsuku actually wakes up and he isn't robbed.

- - - - -

Izuku wakes as the early morning sun filters through the windows. Izuku groans because his head is pounding, the light is not helping. He turns over and shoves his face into the couch cushion and the armrest.

Izuku takes a big whiff and practically melts into the couch. Smells clean like fresh linen. No that isn't right, the couch smells clean yes, but not like that it has a more minty smell to it.

Good on Dabi for cleaning his couch. Sometimes he uses this weird lavender spray that makes Izuku sneeze or if he is out of that spray... Dabi uses his cologne.

Dabi has some /questionable/ cleaning habits. In fact Izuku shouldn't be shoving his face so deep into this couch... who knows what Dabi /has done/ on this couch despite how clean it smells.

So Izuku turns over and pulls the fuzzy blanket over his head which smells absolutely divine. Like it was freshly washed, Izuku /needs/ to ask Dabi which detergent and softener he uses because Izuku has to start using it.

That thought startles Izuku because Dabi is literally the /last person/ you want any kind of advice from.

Izuku peels off the fluffy blanket, squints at the light that fills the room before he registers the coffee table inches away from his face.

"When did he get a coffee table?" Izuku mutters to himself, slowly sitting up so as to not make his hangover worse. Izuku blinks slowly at the mahogany coffee table. "Is Dabi growing up?"

Yes. It's a real question, /so real/ because Dabi has been living like he is /still/ in college for years and he has a job. He just /chooses/ to live this way, his coffee table for years was literally the box his 75 inch tv came in, 8 tall beer cans that he filled with dirt and hot glued together. He threw a picnic table cloth over it and literally said yep that's it.

Surprisingly, it was a sturdy table. Not a proper one but a sturdy one.

His rug isn't even a real rug. It's a trashy beach towel that had a GTA chick on it with huge tits. It's the same towel that Dabi used back in his dorm.

Izuku looks around and finds the decor of the apartment. Does not match Dabi's overall vibe. This apartment has too much practical furniture, like what happened to the grossly green stained bean bag chair? Or the really broken beach chair that somehow was surviving despite being on its literal last leg?

This isn't even that thrifted couch Dabi picked up off the side of the road.

"Is this even Dabi's apartment??" Izuku asks "Did I go home with someone?"

Izuku shakes his head which makes the dull throbbing in his head, a string throbbing. Noticing the glass of water and the two pills next to it, he takes them.

But no, Izuku didn't come with anyone. Izuku remembers walking up to Dabi's apartment building. There was no one at bars /worth/ flirting with. Except... What was his name? Kacchan?

Yeah. Kacchan was worth it. That guy was so hot Izuku doesn't know how a guy of that caliber was talking to him.

But Izuku thanks the gods he did because whoo boy. Granted Izuku /can't/ remember what the guy really looked like aside from his pretty ruby colored eyes and spikey hair or /what/ they talked about but trust him on this okay?

Kacchan was H A W T.

Izuku slowly rises from his spot on the couch, stretching. Grabbing his used glass to wash Izuku pads over to the kitchen. As he washes he looks around the kitchen noticing that Dabi's kitchen in fact /does not/ look like this. Izuku slowly sets the cup to dry, he slowly turns the water off and starts looking around the apartment.

He stumbles upon mail that says 'Katsuki Bakugo' apartment 6D. Which is funny because Dabi doesn't have a roommate AND he lives in apartment 6A.

So what's this mail doing- Izuku's eyes widened with pure panic.

"Oh my god" Izuku whispers in a panic "Oh my god. Im in the /wrong/ apartment" 

Suddenly Izuku can hear an alarm going off. He drops the mail on the counter top and stares at the closed bedroom door for a moment before he hears shuffling.

"Oh fuck oh fuck" Izuku mutters before running toward the front door.

He trips over his own shoes but does not fall, thankfully. He grabs them off the floor and snatches his jacket off the hook.

The bedroom door creaks open and he fumbles with the locks on the door. Currently in Izuku's mind he is in a horror movie and the killer is gonna get him.

The front door unlocks and Izuku zooms out so fast you would have thought he was flash. The door slams behind him and Izuku runs smack dab into Dabi who clearly was coming back from getting breakfast.

"Dude" Dabi says as he opens the door to his apartment "where the hell were you last night?"

Izuku squints and shoves his way into Dabi's apartment "Shut the door shut the door"

Dabi closes the door but stares at Izuku oddly "is this like? Your walk of shame? Who did you go home with? Why are your shoes off? You are so pale? Did you see a ghost?"

Izuki ignores all of Dabi's questions, none of them are important /at all/. "WHY DIDN'T YOU ANSWER YOUR BELL?"

Dabi laughs "sorry man! I fell asleep. I texted you this morning though... didn't you get it?"

"No! My phone is dead and I slept in a stranger's house!" Izuku tugs at his hair "Oh my god i slept in a stranger's house"

Dabi snorts "So you /did/ go home with someone"

"No!" Izuku cries "I have no idea? I can't remember? But I just know. I woke up in the apartment across the hall and i was just there wandering around wondering when the hell did /you/ grow up?"

Izuku takes in Dabi's apartment and for once in his life he is so happy to the classic frat boy way Dabi lives his life.

"I feel like i should be offended" Dabi says, placing his bags on the counter with a small smile "So you didn't sleep with whoever lives across the hall?"

"Nope. Woke up on their very nice couch" Izuku says "There was water and pills set out for- Oh my god! I took pills from a stranger??? I don't know what they were???? Oh my god"

Izuku looks at Dabi horrified. "I'm gonna die???"

Dabi rounds the counter and walks Izuku to his living and sits him down.

"You need to breathe" Dabi says "You aren't going to die. Chances are they let you up and you crashed on their couch okay? We can ask"

Izuku looks at Dabi like he has grown a second head. "WE CAN'T DO THAT??? THAT'S SO EMBARRASSING??? I THOUGHT I WAS IN YOUR APARTMENT? Who knows what I did? What i said"

"My neighbor across the hall does.... we just have to ask???"

"NO!"

Dabi laughs hard "why are you so embarrassed??"

Izuku doesn't know why. He just feels like whatever he did super drunk is mortifying and he would rather not know. See because drunk Izuku and sober Izuku are /two/ different people.

He wants /nothing/ to do with drunk Izuku.

- - - - -

Katsuki tiredly exited his bedroom just as his apartment door slammed. He blinks because in his tired hazed mind he doesn't recall why that would happen.

In his tired haze mind there was an intruder.

So suddenly awake he runs toward the front of his apartment, tripping on a blanket that was haphazardly tossed and he falls with embarrassingly loud thud.

Then it clicks, the cute drunk fucker from last night just dipped.

Who the fuck just leaves like that??

Okay. Granted he probably woke up super disoriented and confused but Katsuki woulda explained what happened.

Maybe even ask for his number and maybe a date.

Katsuki gets off the floor and heads to the door and swings it open. The hallway is empty, he guesses it is nothing to be so hung up about.

Except he is. Shouldn't be because Deku is a /stranger/.

- - - - -

Sometimes you pass people by in life and for the oddest reason they /stick with you/. You think about them at random moments, you wonder how they are doing, what they are doing.

But Izuku did not pass Kacchan by. He slept on his couch, washed a dish in the house, snooped through his mail and he /can't/ remember what he looked like aside from his hair and eyes.

It's been two weeks since the incident that has been dubbed the "sleep and run" and for some reason Izuku /can't/ let it go.

He is bar hopping again with his friends, with the same assignment as last time- Dabi's after. Dabi promises he'll be awake, that the mishap from last won't happen again.

Is it wrong? Izuku secretly hopes that it does?

He groans after throwing back a shot. He lays his head on his hands watching as his friends have an animated conversation. About what? He has no idea, Izuku has one too many drinks and his mind is completely on Kacchan.

"Izuku are you okay?" Ochako questions tapping her friend

"He was soooooo hot chako" is izuku's reply

Making her snort into her drink. She is fully aware of what had happened, she doesn't understand why Izuku just didn't talk to the guy after the fact but knowing Izuku he was probably freaking out.

"I j-just wanna talk to him again" Izuku's words are becoming slurred and Ochako decides it's high time to cut Izuku off.

"So talk to him again. He lives across from Dabi right? Just talk to him tomorrow" she says

It's a great idea. A Fantastic idea even. Just not the tomorrow part.

At least not to a drunk Izuku.

So when the night is over and Izuku stands outside of Dabi's apartment staring at the intercom like it insulted his mother. He can't remember Kacchan's apartment but he remembers the number 6 because you know Dabi lives on six and they are neighbors.

So izuku begins pressing buttons and stringing together jumbled words that make the question

"Hi- *hiccup* D-did you let a drunk green haired guy sleep on your couch?"

"No! What the fuck? Dont you see the time?!"

Then the next one someone picked up there was a crying baby in the background and loud "Fuck you" to Izuku's question.

"H-*hiccup* Hey! Did you let *hiccup* a drunk green haired man sleep on your couch?"

"Izuku? Are you pressing random buttons??" - its Dabi he actually kept his promise of staying awake.

Izuku squints "sorry wrong number"

"Wait-"

But Izuku already pressed the button to cancel the intercom connection.

He presses another button and rings for a while before it picks up.

"Who is it??"

"H-hey! Did you let a drunk *hiccup* green haired man sleep on your couch?"

"Deku?"

"Who is Deku? You sound really familiar, have we spoken before?"

There is an audible snort "I'll buzz you in"

"No, that's okay! Im looking for someone"

Another snort "I know. Come on."

Then the buzz of the door being open brings Izuku lots of joy.

"YOU ARE A SAINT!"

It's an odd sensation of deja vu and Izuku at this moment in time can't think of why.

- - - - -

Katsuki chuckles to himself and heads to open his door. He kind of had been hoping to either run into his neighbor to ask about his friend or the drunk idiot would show up again.

Katsuki couldn't stop thinking about him. Something about knocking on his neighbor's door felt funny. So he just never did.

When he opens the door, he finds his neighbor outside of it.

"Hey man" He says cooly "Im Dabi. I live just across the hall" he point behind him "My idiot friend Izuku... he um-"

"Katsuki. He crashed on my couch two weeks ago" Katsuki says

"So you know him! Cool!" Dabi says "Listen he-"

"Was ringing doorbells looking for me"

Dabi snorts and nods.

"Yeah i buzzed him" Katsuki shoves his hands into his sweats "You gonna take him? Or is it cool that he crashes here again?"

Dabi looks taken aback for a moment before he smiles big and wide. "Nah man. He is /all/ yours"

"Cool."

Dabi gives Katsuki a salute and disappears back into his apartment. Just as Katsuki can hear Izuku's drunk ass coming up the stairs singing.

"Kill a man. Take his shoes. Kill a man. Take his shoes. Kill a man, take his shoes so I can be more comfortable" Izuku reaches the top steps and grins to himself.

Katsuki finds it cute and endearing.

"Kill a ma- Kacchan!" Izuku shouts with a large smile that twist Katsuki's insides in ways he doesn't know how to compute.

"Deku." Katsuki says with his own smile

"Who is Deku? Im Iz-u-ku" He replies standing before Katsuki still smiling.

"Tch" Katsuki rolls his eyes "Whatever. Get inside dork"

"Okay!"

Dabi watched from his peephole as the pair went inside. He shakes his head with a laugh and hopes Izuku does not freak out like he did last time.

- - - - -

"The rest is history" Dabi says as he smirks into the microphone. He turns to the newly weds, holding up his champagne glass.

"So while yes we should toast to the happy couple" Dabi says "Let's toast to me too. For falling asleep and not answering my door because if not for that. They wouldn't have met"

Izuku laughs and rolls his eyes while Katsuki scoffs with his lips curving up.

"To the couple!" Dabi says into the mic before bringing glass to his lips.

Everyone around, including Katsuki and Izuku shouts "To Dabi!"

The Venue is filled with laughter and music now that all the speeches are done. Izuku leans his head on his husband's shoulder with a smile.

If you would have told Izuku that he would one day get really wasted, ring the wrong bell and sleep on a stranger's couch who he would later come to date and marry?

He'd probably laugh in your face. Because Izuku just didn't get wasted like that.

But he did and /all that/ happened.

Now he is married to the stranger who let him in and let him sleep on his really nice couch.

Izuku couldn't be happier. Both of them couldn't be happier.

The End 

[catnip-smuggler-radio]

Hung Over Sailor

“Ughhh my head.” Tray groaned as consciousness took him and the first thing he felt was fire and pain behind his eyes, as if someone had shoved his brain full of cerelleum grenades and was detonating them by one.  He rolled over on his side, his right hand trying to massage the pain away.  It was then that he noticed he was naked as the day he’d been born and that he was lying on a strange yard in a dried puddle of what he assumed to be his own vomit. “Oh not again.”  the red-head grunted, sitting up and feeling as if he’d aged a hundred years as every muscle protested his actions.  He looked around and gave a small sigh of relief as he saw his boots.  He had somehow manage to not loose those at least.  Moving with all the speed of a sunbathing cat, he slipped his boots on.  He eventually summoned the courage and strength to get to his feet and start walking him and his tattooed ass home. He made his way through the lanes of Shirogane , trying to piece the night together.  He’d gone drinking, ran into an old friend, had some drinks and then....he grimaced. He’d blacked out.  He had a faint recollection of dancing on a table while singing and then getting kicked out of the bar for peeing on a customer.  That was about all he could recall though.  Knowing himself, though, Tray was pretty sure those were not the worst offenses he had committed last night. As he turned a corner, he saw a couple walking by.  They stared at him in disbelief as Tray waved at them weakly. “Good mornin.” Tray rasped, trying to smile but the pain in his head preventing it. “Si-sir!” exclaimed one of the shocked neighbors.  “Just what are ye doing?” “Walkin’ it off.” Tray grunted in a gravely tone. “You are naked!” “No I’m not, I’m in boots.” Tray restored with an eyeroll. He kept walking, only a few streets from home. “I’m gettin’ too old for this shite.” Tray said to himself as he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand.  He then coughed as he chuckled.  That maybe true, but he doubted that was going to stop him from doing it again. After all, you could take the sailor off a ship, but never take the drunk out of a sailor. That thought made him grin as he managed to staggered into the safety of home.  He staggered through the halls until he found the locker room.  He turned on the shower, slumped down on the floor, his back against the wall, and just sat there with the water running over him.  He opened his mouth to let water flow into his parched mouth before he passed out.

[rmg91]

The Woes and Antics of Living Together-17

So while I'm pretty amused by the first part of this chapter (possibly because I know what was going to happen as I wrote it) it occurred to me that maybe not everyone will see it that way. I want to take a moment and tell you all I wasn't trying to be offensive or triggering in anyway. Poppy here is acting on her subconscious feelings without realizing it and (slight spoiler) nothing comes of it apart from some awkwardness because even I know that if something were to actually happen while Poppy was drunk it would be detrimental to her and Branch's growing relationship. So I hope you all can understand that and see this first part as something written more for the awkwardness it creates for amusement purposes and enjoy the Drunk!Poppy antics.

I also did intend to write Branch and Poppy studying/a 3am adventure but I didn't have concrete ideas for it, so it got scrapped.

Previous Chapter/Next Chapter; AO3/FF.net

@writerofberk-Some drunk antics, a little bit of emotion and a Mr. Dinkles sighting, I hope you enjoy this chapter. c:

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Poppy giggled as she stumbled down the hall to her apartment after waving goodbye to Biggie on the elevator. Having spent almost the entire weekend studying for that test, and then taking said test that morning, she had decided to go out clubbing to celebrate. Of course she would've had have more fun if all her friends would've made it but she, Biggie and Smidge had a wonderful time! And now she was home! Although she wished they could've stayed longer but it was late and she certainly had more than enough to drink. Plus Biggie and Smidge had things to do the next day, so as the good, wonderful, amazing friend she was, the pinkette had agreed to come home.

But she still wanted to dance.

Maybe she could when she got inside?! Yeah! She could dance some more and maybe entice that roommate of hers to join her! Poppy tripped and fell against her apartment's door with another giggle, thoughts of her roommate swimming in her head. Mmm, Branch~ He got hot! And now she couldn't really get the picture of him in a towel out of her head and all those yummy muscles just waiting to be tasted. And his now blue hair was really working for him! She honestly couldn't believe no one had snatched him up yet! But then if that happened she couldn't have him so maybe that was a good thing cause now she could do all the snatching! And tasting and kissing and-Poppy giggled, oh she was gonna make that boy hers!! She just had to open the door...

Realizing she was pulling and not pushing, more giggles escaped as she pushed the door open with a little too much force and tripped inside.

“Poppy?”

Oh! And there was his lovely, sweet voice! The young woman hastily shoved the door closed and stumbled around the corner to the kitchenette, catching herself on the wall, “Branch~! You're awake!” And looking rather cute in his pajamas and with that confused look in his eyes. So adorable~

Branch blinked at her, not really all that surprised at seeing her come home as almost three in the morning, drunk out of her mind. He was a little surprised at her happy tone at finding him up though. Sighing, he set down his third cup of coffee and replied, “Uh...yeah. Couldn't sleep...” His stupid insomnia had kicked in and no matter what he tried he couldn't fall asleep, so he opted to get some homework done.

Poppy giggled before throwing herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Let's dance!”

Branch sputtered, caught of guard by her sudden glomp, “What?! No!” He tried to push her away but she wouldn't let go, “You should go to bed. You're drunk.”

“Nah!!” Poppy sang as she pulled away and grabbed his hand before trying to drag him into the living room, “We're gonna dance!”

“Poppy!” Branch groaned, trying to stop her by tugging on her hand, “It's too late for that! And-and...There's no music!”

The pinkette paused, considering his words for a moment before she glanced over her shoulder at him. She flashed him a hooded look, smirking before suddenly pushing her back against his chest as she began to sway her hips, “Who said we needed music?”

Branch stiffened, eyes wide and a blush blazing to life on his cheeks, “Uh...Poppy?” What was she doing? What was she doing? What. Was. She. Doing?!?!

Poppy hummed, head leaned back against his shoulder, “Come on, Branchie-Boo~ Dance with me! ...And hold me like this.” She then wrapped one of his arms around her hip, holding it in place and grabbed his free hand, bringing it up and cupping it to her breast.

Branch's mind promptly shorted circuited as the only thought to go through was how his hand on her boob. His hand was cupping her boob. She was forcing him to grope her and all he could focus on was how he was touching her breast. Her very firm and perky breast. It also didn't help that her hips were still swaying to and fro, brushing against him in such a way that had all the blood not currently occupying his face rushing south. Finally realizing what was happening, he harshly pulled away with a cry, uncaring if it was too loud, and backtracked to the kitchen, “No!!!”

Poppy blinked, wondering why she was no longer being held with those strong arms of his before glancing behind her. It took her another few seconds to process his 'no' before she giggled and began sashaying her way back over to him. He was so cute when he was shy~

“Aww, don't be like that! We were having fun!”

“No! No we were not!” Branch cried, backing away from her until his back hit the counter, “Poppy, you're drunk!”

“Psssh! No I'm not.” She flapped a hand at him, “I'm perfectly sober!” Poppy spun around with a giggle, wobbling on her heels before throwing herself at Branch and wrapping her arms around hid neck again, “Come on, Branch, let's have some fun~!”

Branch tried to stand as still as he could, hands gripping the counter behind him and wrinkling his nose at Poppy's alcohol scented breath as she pushed herself against him, “No!”

Poppy whined and leaned up to his ear, trying to wrap a leg around his waist, “But I want you.”

Branch felt like his had just swallowed his tongue as he froze. While yes, in his darkest dreams he had always wanted to hear Poppy say that to him and he would give absolutely anything to hear her say it again, she wasn't in her right mind right now. She was drunk and had no idea what she was saying! He had to put a stop to this before something even worse happened.

“Poppy!!” He shouted, pushing her away and glaring at her, “You're drunk and need to go to bed!”

She blinked, eyes unfocused before giggling and smiling at him, “Only if you come with me~”

“No.” How many times did he have to say it?!

“Please?” She whined, pouting and sticking out her chest, “You can touch my boobs again...and more~”

Branch didn't think his face could get any hotter, she just didn't know what she did to him, but he couldn't, wouldn't, focus on that. Growling, he suddenly picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Looks like he'd have to get her into bed himself....which sounded so wrong given the current circumstances. Why couldn't she have just decided to run around the apartment claiming to be a queen?! He could handle her crazy antics more than this sudden want to sleep with him!!

Poppy giggled and cheered as he picked her up and wiggled in his arms, excited for when he would take her hard and fast and make her scream until she was breathless! “Yes! Make me yours, Hottie-McHot Stuff!!”

Branch groaned, why did she have to keep saying things like that?! Pushing her door open, he dropped her gently on to her bed, hoping against hope she'd fall asleep quickly as she usually did whenever she was drunk. However, fate was not on his side as Poppy managed to grab his neck and pull him down with her. Branch managed to catch himself before falling completely on top of her but now he was caught in her surprisingly strong grip.

“Poppy, let go!”

“Kiss me!” She cried, trying to drag him down.

“No!” Branch tried to twist his face away from her as she pulled, trying to think of some way to get out of this. He felt her hot breath fan over his neck when something came to him, “Poppy. Poppy, wait! I..” He really didn't want to say this but if it got her to let go... “I've got to go get something.”

“Hmm?” She blinked before her eyes lit up and she giggled, throwing her arms up and releasing him, “Okay~!” He was such a gentleman, making sure they had protection. She shifted as he pulled back, arching her body in a way she was sure had him looking at her before casting a sultry look up at him, “Hurry back.”

Branch was positive his face, and other regions, were going to exploded as he stared wide eyed at her before flying out of the room. He ran and clutched the kitchen sink in his hands, knuckles white as he took deep breaths, thankful his plan had sort of worked. Now he just had to wait and hope that Poppy would fall asleep without him there to focus on. Taking a steadying breath after a few minutes, he grabbed a glass and filled it with water before slowly creeping down the hallway.

Peeking around her doorway, Branch breathed a sigh of relief  at seeing the pinkette passed out and sleeping soundly. Shuffling quietly into her room, he set the glass down on her bedside table so she'd find it in the morning, then he grabbed her trash bucket and placed it beside her bed on the off chance she got sick. After carefully and slowly taking her shoes off, Branch glanced at her and sighed, shaking his head, it was unbelievable just how much he loved this woman if this was the sort of craziness she brought into his life. But, he supposed, she wouldn't be her if she didn't do things like get drunk on a week night and come home to torture him.

Quietly backing out of her room, he closed her door before slumping against the wall, he never wanted to deal with that again. At least now maybe he could try to get some sleep, there way no way he'd be able to focus on any school work anymore but first; Branch groaned and cursed his body for the reaction Poppy's actions had enticed, he was going to take a very, very, very cold shower.

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The next morning was bright and sunny, the light shining through the sheer pink curtains of the window above Poppy's bed causing the sleeping pinkette to groan and roll over in an attempt to escape the light. She whimpered as she curled up in a ball, squeezing her eyes tightly as she tried to grab a pillow to throw over her head to block the sunshine. She felt like her head was being split open by a sledgehammer and her mouth was full of cotton balls and that maybe she might get sick. She also had the uncomfortable feeling of having slept in her clothes, which had her shifting in attempt to get comfortable. Maybe accepting Smidge's challenge of a drinking contest hadn't been the best idea last night, as a large chunk of what they did was nothing but a blurry mess for her. At least someone had managed to get her home.

Carefully prying her eyes open, Poppy squinted at nothing in particular, wishing she could go back to sleep. But she was now almost painfully aware of how uncomfortable she was and she knew she'd at least have to crawl out of bed to throw on a nightgown. Slowly, she sat up, groaning as the motion really didn't help anything before blinking at her side table. It gradually dawned on her there was a glass of water and a few pills sitting there so she reached over sluggishly to take them. After downing the pills, Poppy slowly sipped the water as her nausea went away before carefully changing into one her soft nightgowns. Staring forlornly at her bed, the young woman decided that nature's call was more important.

Opening her door, she was met with the amazing smell of fresh bacon and the sizzling sounds of it being cooked. Shuffling out to her main living space, she was pleasantly surprised to find it in shadow due to the closed curtains and at her roommate at the stove, cooking what smelled like a full breakfast of sausage, bacon, eggs and even pancakes. Poppy couldn't help the moan that escaped as her mouth watered, all the delicious smells making her feel absolutely famished. Which was surprising with how nauseous she had been feeling not ten minutes before hand.

Branch looked up in surprise at her unexpected noise, “Poppy!” He squeaked, cheeks growing warm, before he winced and lowered his tone, “I...How do you feel?”

Poppy moaned at the reminder of her headache and leaned against the counter, “Like a cupcake ran over. What's with the breakfast?”

“Uh..well...” Despite last nights little...fiasco, Branch had known he just couldn't let Poppy suffer with a hangover by herself so he had done some internet searching on basic cures. While most either called for things they didn't have, even more alcohol, or were just plain weird, one had stuck out to him that a lot of people claimed really worked. A big greasy breakfast. So that's what he set out to do, although he hadn't expected Poppy to be up while he was still cooking, he could barely look at her without remembering her antics from early that morning. “I looked up home hangover remedies and a breakfast like this looked the most doable.”

“Mmm...well it smells delicious. I'll be right back, okay? Gotta use the ladies' room.”

When he nodded, Poppy turned to shuffled her way back down the hall, frowning slightly as she wondered why Branch seemed to not want to make eye-contact with her. He usually acknowledged her a little more...

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After her bathroom run, Poppy buried her head in her arms at the table as she waited for Branch to scramble some eggs for her. While her head maybe felt a teeny, tiny bit better than it had when she woke up, it no longer felt quite like it was being split open, she still felt it pounding behind her temples and groaned. She was so going to back to bed after she ate.

Lifting her head as Branch sat a plate full of freshly cooked items and a glass of water, she smiled up at him, “Thanks.”

He just made a hum of acknowledgment as he turned back to the kitchen. Frowning down at her food, poking it her fork, Poppy spoke up, “If...If I did something weird last night, I'm sorry okay?” She couldn't help how watery her voice suddenly was, “I...I didn't mean to and...” She sniffled, feeling her eyes feel with tears, “Please don't-don't shut me out again be-because of it. I-I've liked getting close to you again, like when we were kids.”

Sighing roughly, Branch ran a hand through his hair, of course he was going to hold it against her, she had been drunk and hadn't known what she was doing. Still it was gonna be hard to look her in the eye for a while but he suppose he would have to try. Rounding the counter, he passing a Poppy a tissue, “Fine. I'll...I'll try, okay?” It would be tough, every time he'd glanced at her this morning he had felt himself blush as he remembered her actions and heard her voice telling him she wanted him. She forced him to grope her for godsakes!! But, Branch also knew he couldn't let her continue being upset by what she didn't remember. “Don't cry now, okay?”

Poppy sniffed as she wiped at her eyes and nodded, “Okay.”

“Now eat please, it should help the headache pills take effect.” He said, going back to the kitchen to quickly eat his portion, “I take it you're not going to class today?”

“Nu-uh.” She shrugged, “I'm just gonna take a nap after eating.” Poppy then shoveled a bite into her mouth and groaned in delight, “Thish ish yummy~!”

Branch coughed lightly, cheeks pinking at her small moan, “Th-thanks.”

Silence reigned as they ate, each focused on their food, well Poppy was focused on her food, Branch was more focused on willing himself to forget her antics last night before finishing his breakfast. As he swallowed he said, “I gotta head to work now. Will...you be okay today?”

Poppy looked up at him and nodded, fork in her mouth, “Yup. Not the first time I've had to take care of myself with a hangover, though it is the first time I've had such a great breakfast... Thanks again.” She flashed him one of her bright smiles, which, paired with the tiredness on her face and messy hair just made him fall in love with her more.

“You-”He cleared his throat, “You're welcome.” He grabbed his vest and key-ring on his way to the door, “...Call if you need anything.”

“Will do~”

After he left, Poppy finished her food, taking her time not only because she still rather crummy but to also savor it a little before shuffling over to the couch. Grabbing the remote, she found some random cartoon channel, setting the volume on low and snuggled into the couch cushions, pulling the throw-blanket over her legs. Sighing as she closed her eyes, the action helping her head not hurt so much, the pinkette allowed herself to fall back asleep.

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A few hours later, Poppy's eyes fluttered open at the sound of someone knocking on the door. Yawning as she rolled over slightly as she rubbed the sleep from an eye and called for however to come in. Sitting up as the door opened, she was pleasantly surprised to see Biggie coming in, a few bags thrown over his shoulders. She smiled sleepily at her friend as he came over to her.

“Heya, Bigs. What cha' doin' here?”

“Hello, Poppy,” The large man greeted, taking a seat on the floor in front of the coffee table, “You didn't show up at school today and weren't answering your phone, so I thought I'd come check up on you. You did drink a lot last night.”

“Ahaha, yeah...” Poppy scratched at her cheek, “Were you the one to bring me home?”

He nodded as he set a cooler bag on the table, “And I brought some soup in case you were hungry. And...” Biggie then brought up another bag, one Poppy instantly recognized as he opened it and a blond stripped cat popped his head out, his little bow-tie collar jingling, “I thought you might like a furry companion. Since Fuzzbert is back in Trollington.”

“Aww, thanks, Biggie.” Poppy cooed, wagging her fingers to get the attention of Mr Dinkles, “I'm actually not feeling too bad now,” Branch's breakfast had really worked, her head was feeling a hundred times better now, “But I really appreciate you coming over.”

Mr. Dinkles made a merping sound before jumping out of his carrier and going over to Poppy, bumping his head against her arm and curling up happily in her lap. Poppy giggled as she began to pet the feline, smiling as he began to purr. She and Biggie spoke as he went into kitchen to warm up the food he brought, talking about last night. Poppy admitted she really didn't remember much past a certain point and that she had done something that had made Branch act weird around her.

“I asked him not to hold it against me,” She said, a bowl of Biggie's special chicken noodle soup in her lap, Mr. Dinkles curled up beside her, “And he said he'd try but...I must have really done something awful if he couldn't even look at me...”

“I doubt you could've done something awful, Poppy, it's you.” Biggie smiled, his accented voice calming, “I'm sure whatever it was, was just something Branch thinks you'd find embarrassing and didn't want to make you feel worse this morning. I know you've been really happy and proud of him lately. I'm sure if you'd ask him, he'd tell you.”

“I suppose...” Poppy sipped her soup in thought, wondering what she could've done that Branch thought she wouldn't want to know, he never had a problem telling her how ridiculous her previous drunk antics had been.

“Don't fret, okay?” Her friend said, patting her shoulder, “Everything always works out, right?”

She giggled and nodded. Biggie was right, things usually did work out, “Right.”

“Now,” Biggie grinned at her, “I have a question. A certain someone's birthday is soon, right?” Poppy had to giggle as he stressed 'certain someone' knowing he was talking about Creek, “What plans have you thought so far?”

Poppy shrugged, “Not much, I'm afraid. I haven't had a chance the last few weeks to break out the Planning Clipboard. Ideas are welcome.”

“Well then, let's get started!”

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The rest of the afternoon was spent tossing around ideas for Creek's birthday. Anywhere from their usual brand of blow-out party, with glitter bombs, loud music and maybe even some fireworks to something more simple like a fancy dinner party. Poppy decided to try a figure out a theme then when they couldn't think of anything that seemed to really suit their calm and advice giving friend. After that they brainstormed themes, eventually settling on something they called the 'Wellness and Peace' theme. They thought incorporating all of Creek's likes into a party would be something he'd like.

Then it was onto some pre-planning of the music selection, food, games and decorations of course. Everything was looking like a great place to start and Poppy felt confident she could whip together a fantastic party for her boyfriend-to-be. Giggling, she told Biggie so, thanking him for his help for brainstorming with her as Mr. Dinkles happily sat on his owner's shoulders. Feeling a lot better than she had that morning, Poppy decided she felt well enough to bake, partly in thanks for Biggie being such an amazing friend for not only checking up on her but his help with ideas, and for Branch for his breakfast cure. Sure her head was starting to twinge again with the return of her headache but a few more pain pills were all she'd need to chase it away.

Almost a hour later, full of batter mixing and giggling as Mr. Dinkles chased a yawn ball, Poppy was pulling out a fresh batch of double chocolate chunk brownies from the oven. Taking a deep whiff of them as she held them up, Poppy hummed happily, a good warm, gooey brownie was just what this day needed. Setting them on a wire rack to cool, she turned to put the now clean dishes, courtesy Biggie, away when the pastel haired man's phone chimed.

Glancing at the device, the large man startled, realizing the time, “Oh! I'm so sorry, Poppy, but I have to go! I had almost forgotten about meeting with the photography club tonight!”

“Oh! No probs, Big!” Poppy said, turning to pull out a plastic container, “Go have fun.” She set about cutting and placing three good sized brownies for him in the little plastic box as he gathered his things together, including coxing Mr. Dinkles back into his carrier, “Thanks for coming by to check on me and then hanging out.”

“Of course!” Biggie exclaimed, wrapping her up in a big, gentle hug, “I'm so glad your hangover wasn't as bad as some others have been.”

She giggled, “Same here.”

She handed off the brownies and waved goodbye cheerfully as he departed, telling him to text her anything exciting. After that she grabbed a brownie for herself, alongside a tall glass of milk, and settled on the couch with her laptop, intending to edit her latest vlog a little before posting. Hopefully Branch would be home with some tasty dinner ideas soon and that he'd like the dessert she'd made. Giggling to herself, Poppy was positive he would, who couldn't resist a freshly baked brownie? Not even Branch was immune to that.

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Branch is a good guy/best roommate for not only taking care of Poppy when she didn't feel good but making sure she didn't do something stupid while she was drunk, like kiss him. And Biggie is too good and pure for this world.

And see Poppy, this is why we don't get super drunk on a weekday.

Hope you all enjoyed and stay tuned for the next chapter! It's gonna be a good one!!!! *Is excite!*

[shannaraisles]

Prompt - “MAYHEMM!” for Enaste and any others such as Harding, Bull, Krem, or the Chargers - @ripplesofaqua

MAYHEMM!

"Ataashiiiii!"

The roar echoed around Skyhold, jerking sleepers awake in a moment of existential dread, half-lidded eyes drawn in horror to the play of flame outside their windows. Was it a dragon? Had Corypheus left the Arbor Wilds to attack them directly here? Was his archdemon breaching their walls as they slept?

As it turned out ... no.

Cullen lurched out of his tower, his breastplate half on, only to discover that the unheralded attack was, in fact, the Inquisitor sat astride the Greater Mistral skull she had triumphantly had brought back from her latest dragon hunt with her son hugging her neck, hands outstretched to make it appear to breathe fire as the Iron Bull and his Chargers ... well, charged. A glimmer of magic over them caught his attention, and he leaned over the parapet to find Dorian seated comfortably on a barrel, wine bottle in one hand, maintaining the barrier over the warriors as they did battle with their dead enemy. Enaste was laughing uproariously, cheeks flushed, slightly unfocused eyes a testament to just how much she'd had to drink this evening.

The commander sighed, rolling his eyes as he headed back into the tower.

"One of these days, I'm going to have to talk to her about the things she does when she's drunk."

[funnyfiasco]

When Gandalf parties, even wizards make mistakes.

[betternamenot2come]

So I turned 21 yesterday and I got wasted. Apparently at some point in time, I turned to my friend and said that “I’d let Yennefer of Vengerberg sit on my face”

[sinatserendipity]

so...did you sleep or puke?

I SLEPT. it wasnt easy because everything was spinning aahfqsjskagafak