i was drunk in the first and last one

anonymous asked:

This may seem like a noob question, but can you explain to me what yuri on stage is please? I've seen tumblr explode because of it but I don't really understand the explanations (English isn't my first language sorry!!)

Yuri on Stage is a live event happening right this moment in Japan! Kubo and other creators + all the seiyuus are appearing in it! It lasts 2 hours, with a day show and a night show, and has sections like trivias, interviews and live dramas!

The one thing we’re currently all dying over is the live drama where everyone’s in Hasestsu after an exhibition and Viktuuri gets drunk, Viktor misunderstands a pun Yuuri made and thought he was talking about an ex lmao So in his jealousy, Viktor dissappeared only to be found hours later at the top of Hasetsu Castle, stretching naked, exclaiming “Chihoko may be Yuuri’s past… BUT I AM HIS PRESENT” and then asking Yuuri to get naked and on top of the castel as well. Meanwhile, Phichit thought they god divorced and re-married.


The night show is currently being held, there’s still 1.15 hours left, but we’re speculating they might announce S2, so crossing out fingers!


I was pretty surprised when I ran into B at the Home Depot. It had been at least a year since I’d seen him–since just before his wedding. We’d met when I moved to the city about 5 years ago and we were living in the same apartments. We spotted each other running a couple of times and introduced ourselves when we ran into each other at the apartment gym. Soon, we were work out partners. Soon after that, we were grinding our hard cocks together in my apartment. We were both dating women and we never did anything too serious. B was a stud and usually liked being on top as we made out and explored each other’s bodies. He had an awesome ass that I loved holding onto as he’d grind into me. Once, when he showed up drunk late one night, he let me eat that awesome ass, but a general pattern emerged of us making out, stripping each other, and him pumping a load down my throat as I stroked my fat dick. We were a good match and had a lot of fun until he got married and moved to a different part of the city. Our last session had been hot. He was more tender than usual and seemed like he was really going to miss me. For the first time, he even swallowed my load. It was a memory I’d stroked to many times in the last year.

And now, here B was, with that amazing ass on full display, right in front of me at the Home Depot. When I said hi, he looked just as surprised as I was. He and his wife had bought a house that was right around the corner from the condo I’d moved into. Looked like fate wanted me and B to be neighbors again. As we talked, I could have sworn I saw his dick growing in his shorts. I have him my new address and told him to come by anytime as we parted ways.

I can’t say I was surprised when B showed up that afternoon, sweaty and shirtless from a run. He was barely in the door before he had pinned me to the wall and was kissing me passionately as he pressed his sweaty frame into me. He’d been working out in the last year and his body felt better than ever. As I moved my hands down to that incredible round ass, he let out a deep moan.

We worked out way to the couch and he laid on top of me, grinding his rock hard dick into me as he kissed and licked my knock. His passion was real and he told me he hadn’t been with a dude since the last time we were together. I reached down for his dick and immediately remembered how amazing his hard thick rod always felt as it exploded in my throat. But as I started to move take his dick out of his shorts and get it into my mouth, he resisted, holding me down and grinding into me harder and harder. and then everything changed. In one move, he rolled over so his face was against the back of my couch and I was grinding against his back, my own hard dick pressing into his beautiful ass. The harder I ground my dick into him, the more he moaned. He buried his own head in the couch pillows to stifle his moans, but his seeming submission was making me feel more aggressive than usual. I pulled him back by the hair and told him I liked hearing him moan like a bitch. That alone made him moan louder than ever as he backed his ass up against me and ground into my leaking dick.

I couldn’t believe my luck when he realized he’d reached down and lowered his pants to expose his smooth bubble butt. I matched him move for move and pulled my own shorts down just enough to free my raging 8" dick. As I ground my hard dick against his bare ass for the first time, I could feel the precum leaking out of me. He was like a bitch in heat as he pushed into me, moaning and talking shit about how good I felt. How much he’d missed me. How much he needed this.

As he fagged out beneath me, I knew I had to take advantage of the moment. I lined my slick cockhead up with his tight hole and pressed as he worked his ass back into me. He moaned and almost cried as I forced my thick head into his nearly virgin hole. It took a fair amount of pressure and a series of short hard strokes to get B fully impaled on my rod, but he was clearly loving having my raw dick inside him for the first time. He writhed and bucked beneath me as I began to fuck him in earnest. As hot as it was to hear him moan and cry out as I plowed his hole, I pressed his head into the couch pillows so my neighbors wouldn’t hear me fucking this stud in broad daylight.

With his body pressed into the back of the couch and his head in the pillows, he reached back to hold onto my ass as I railed him. As his ass loosened from the fucking, he began to really buck beneath me, fucking back into me in time with my increasingly brutal thrusts. As I felt myself getting close, he turned his head from the pillows and begged me not to cum inside me. But it was too late and I told him so. I told him I’d swallowed dozens of his loads and now it was his turn to take one of mine. and I knew he wanted it. He’d come here to get my load this time and I was going to give it to him. Despite his protests, he whispered yes over and over as I ravaged his hole and my orgasm built.

When I exploded inside him, pressing his body firmly into the couch, his upturned ass worked every bit of my load out of my pulsing cock as he moaned beneath me. The incessant clenching in his ass as I came made it clear he was cumming to. My married top had just taken my raw load in his ass and had cum from the experience.

Within two minutes, he was up with his shorts and shoes back on, ready to head out. As always, he took a cigarette (wife wouldn’t let him smoke) and kissed me passionately before he left. After that, I only ever saw B around the neighborhood and we seldom spoke. But the summer after this happened, I did see B and his very pregnant wife at a neighborhood festival. I thought I might be in for some public fun when he followed me to the bathroom, but he just wanted to give me a message. As we left the bathroom, we whispered to me that he’d knocked his wife up the same day he’d seen me last. He couldn’t stop thinking about what happened, but he had to stay away from me now that he was going to be a dad. I knew then and there that I could get back in that ass if I tried, but B was a quality dude and I decided to respect his wishes and stay away from him. While that was the last time B and I hooked up, I stroked so many loads on that couch, looking at the stain he left when he exploded from the fucking I’d delivered. One of the hottest of my top experiences.


Ron and Ginny can drink forever. A night out trying to keep up with those two is suicide. 

Harry doesn’t look visibly drunk most of the time, but he gets more and maudlin with every drink. 

Hagrid knows a lot more songs than you would expect of him sober. 

Katie Bell cries a lot after enough bad elf-wine. Beer just gives her a pleasant buzz, though.

Harry learns the wrong way that Vernon is an angry drunk. Something in him expects Arthur to be, too, but his first Christmas at the Burrow surprises him pleasantly when he’s peppered with slightly slurred questions about Muggle toilets.

Fleur can drink Bill under the table. 

Dean is the designated driver. He doesn’t drink at all. 

Snape is actually a better teacher after a little bit of firewhiskey. He wishes he wasn’t, but he is. 

Lavender is a super affectionate drunk. 

Charlie and Tonks got drunk for the first time together. He liked it, she didn’t. 

Draco gets even more dramatic and exaggerated with a couple of drinks. Give him tequila and he’ll even do Shakespeare. 

Hermione is tipsy after one drink, dead drunk after two, and under the table at three. She’s never actually finished a third drink.

Someone asked me how I would describe love…
Simply put I believe when you know you just know.
When you wake up and that person is your first thought before “holy shit I have to pee.”
Or you remember to actually text them when you’re drunk and on your way home.
Or it’s when you struggle with one eye closed just to send them coherent drunk texts cause they’re all that’s on your mind.
It’s when you want to defend them in every fight
Even if it’s a fight against a 200 pound bouncer who will probably throw you down the stairs if you try.
It’s 4 am mornings spent talking about her grandparents and what she did on New Years last year.
And you never remind her that you’re an hour ahead of her and the sun is already up and you have work in 2 hours.
It’s bowling a 30 with her and not even being embarrassed and laughing and kissing the whole while.
Love is wanting to see her In your clothes.
And letting her steal your clothes,
Even though clothes are your favorite thing.
Love is letting yourself cry in front of her
Even if it’s just while watching the fault in our stars.
Or every episode of Greys Anatomy.
Love is the way your stomach flipped the first time you laid in bed with her.
and the way you laid on her lap trying not to touch her too much.
while also wanting to touch her all over because she was so beautiful even in baggy sweatpants and a tshirt.
Love is the way that first night is engrained in your mind so vividly.
From how cold her apartment was and the way you sat exactly three feet from her in the living room so that her roommate would think your intentions were pure.
To the way your heart hammered so loudly each time she touched your face that you swear your insides were black and blue.
It’s her catching you staring at her every time you’re out together because God damn it if you aren’t the luckiest motherfucker alive to have that girl on your arm.
Love is something as small as a two hour subway ride to pick her up from the airport.
So she doesn’t have to navigate alone.
And seeing her around the corner and knowing it’s her just by the perpetually chipped dark nail polish on her fingernails.
It’s the way she clings to you in her sleep.
as if you’re filled with helium and could float away at any moment.
Love is “please don’t pee with me on the phone.”
“Oh my god you’re peeing with me on the phone.”
Now we pee together on the phone.
It’s knowing she likes her coffee black
But her knowing you like yours to be half milk.
Love is like that build up in a song that brings chills you can’t explain,
And it’s that smell that only she has on her breath.
Nothing can quite describe it but it cuts through alcohol and food and smoke and it just… Is.
It’s letting the pups sleep between the two of you
Even though You want her pressed firmly against you all night.
It’s knowing she hates Mexican food but she took you to get enchiladas on your first date anyway.
Love is a series of small things and it comes with knowing that not every love story starts out beautifully.
No sometimes it starts with a drunken kiss or asking her out on a napkin at a bar
(It seemed romantic at the time).
But you know fields of flowers can bloom from the ashes of forest fires.
And the world started with a bang
At least that’s what some people say.
She’s my world, so why shouldn’t we have begun with a crash?
Like the ones that halt traffic for miles,
The ones you can’t tear your eyes away from.
I’ve always been a disaster anyway but she never shielded her eyes from me.
It was seeing her look at me without flinching that made me certain.
Love is saying you’ll never ever do long distance again.
and finding yourself on flights home to see her face because miles can’t measure up to how much you miss her.
Home is where the heart is after all
And love is knowing there’s an inevitability when you fall.
Love is knowing that you’ll probably end up broken into a trillion pieces when it’s all said and done,
But as long as her fingertips craft each and every shard then it’ll still be a masterpiece.
—  The Big Bang by c.r.
i want you pt.2

pairing: tae x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

word count: 5k

description: i want you, and i can tell you want me too

a/n: if you’re wondering why nothing is linked it is because our blog is currently experiencing some issues regarding adding anything with a link (i.e part one, a gif, our masterlist etc) we apologise for this and we’re working on a resolution!

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Very rare footage of "6.1 THE MEN", the joint presentation of Yohji Yamamoto Pour Homme and Comme des Garçons Homme Plus F/W 1991 in Tokyo on June 1st, 1991.

This was the first time that both designers had presented their menswear in Japan. The shows were modeled by musicians, actors, and various other creatives - even some members of Yohji’s company, if I am not mistaken.

The two men being interviewed in the video are (in order) Haruomi Hosono and Yukihiro Takahashi of the legendary electronic trio Yellow Magic Orchestra, with the famed Ryuichi Sakamoto being the third member.

Below is a more thorough explanation of the show’s theme and significance, followed by an extremely valuable and hilarious first hand account of the show and a certain happening backstage, told by German guitarist Ottmar Liebert who was invited to model for the show - Courtesy of Asobu from Styleforum.

A/W 1991, as far as I know, showed in Paris at the end of January 1991 and then showed again together with CdG in Tokyo on June 1st and called “6.1 THE MEN”. Still one of the most talked about and coveted collections by Yohji fans in Japan from what I can tell, many of the pieces still catch quite large sums on the second hand market. The theme was “war”, several musicians including Charles Lloyd and John Cale (who also modeled in A/W04 btw) modeled the show and apparently sang some antiwar song together at the final part of the show (the collection was created and shown during the gulf war). Some of the signature pieces was the leather jacket with women prints on the back (he referenced this in “my dear bomb” as well, when he talked about nose art of american fighter planes being pictures of “girlfriends and sexy ladies” when heading into battle), zipper jackets and Joan Miró inspired blazers.

This is a great story from Ottmar Liebert about his experience when he walked the show, well worth the read.

“In 1991 the Japanese designer Yohji Yamamoto, together with Comme des Garçons, was putting on the first men’s fashion show in Japan and asked me to be one of his runway models. At the time Yohji prefered to use actors and musicians over models and he has also used athletes in the past. I flew to Tokyo from Los Angeles and was picked up at the airport and taken to a very nice hotel in Tokyo, which Frank Lloyd Wright had designed in the sixties. The show took place in the Olympic swim stadium of Tokyo, where the pool had been covered by a runway stage. On each end of the runway a huge wall was erected. Behind one wall Yamamoto was set up and behind the other wall Comme des Garçons. 

Comme des Garçons : Dennis Hopper, Trumpet player Don Cherry and his son Eagle-Eye Cherry (a TV presenter in the UK and not yet the pop star), British actor Julian something or other, Keyboardist Morgan Fisher (who later produced the wonderful CD "Miniatures” to which I contributed a piece)… 

Yohji Yamamoto : Charles Lloyd, Edgar Winter, a member of YMO (one of Japan’s most famous bands, which also featured Ryuichi Sakamoto)… Yohji and his people treated everyone wonderfully. And then he made a mistake on the day of the show. 

Thinking we were all men instead of the stars some felt they were, he offered as part of the refreshments Japanese cans of beer. In Japan cans are tiny, they are cute and many of the guys probably thought that one couldn’t possibly get drunk from drinking tiny cans of beer….well, if you drink a dozen of them you do get drunk, you know! And then a British pop singer asked a French rapper to turn down the crap on his boom-box and the French guy responded with his fist, which fractured the pop guy’s jaw. While he was rushed to the hospital Yohji’s people frantically searched for somebody who could wear his clothes…. In the end one of Yohji’s French employees took his place and wore the clothes well. I felt terribly embarassed. Here we were in one of the great cities of the world, guests of a real artist, and these men had to get into a fight. What a way to repay Yohji’s kindness! But fame is fleeting and karma instant.. I never heard from the British pop star and the French rapper again…

I remember how amazed we were at the Japanese audience. Some had waited since the early morning hours and yet, when the doors opened the first in line went to the last seat instead of claiming the best seat in the house. It was almost biblical…

One thing I remember about the show itself is that Yohji, who is a guitarist himself and also produced the soundtrack, had installed sound triggers along the runway. We were invited to step on those triggers, each of which controlled a different sound that would blast over the music. Car crashes, industrial sounds, drum breaks, glass breaking, guitar riffs etc…I also remember that the Brit who was walking ahead of me was drunk or high or both and thought that the crowd’s enthusiasm was directed at him instead of the clothing…I remember three or four people helping me change into the next outfit, grabbing shirts, pulling on shoes…I remember the late Don Cherry walking around on the runway like a court jester and greeting the other Comme des 
Garçons walkers…“

Times when Fashion really seemed to be about the passion and love for the beautiful creative work of these designers. Inspiring.

jikook fic recs~

 Mine, and his by  Rose_gold715

a/b/o, side taegi and namjin

this series is one of the best a/b/o dynamics i ever read and believe me, i read many

Vividaline Me by hakho

There’s a new product that you can inject that lets you remember an event in vivid detail for the rest of your life, tightening your emotional state and pumping adrenalin and other hormones into high speeds to create a flashbulb memory of a particular event. It’s the new craze. Everyone does it. Or otherwise known as that one time Jeongguk wants to properly remember their first time, down to the very last detail.

amazing, this is all i have to say

could you stop being so high up, please? by dyegu

If someone wants a kiss, someone is going to have to stop being so freaking high up.

too cute tbh

Going Down by Shealezz

“Um, could you repeat that?”

“I-I asked if you were an elevator.”

“Sorry, but I’m no—”

“Because I would totally go down on you.”

i cried and laughed and can we all agree drunk sex is the best sex

Thunderstorms by vanillajae

fluff and angst in one is literally what i live for. this series saved my life

you’re a star by cygnus

“He probably thought I was weird, Tae,” Jungkook frowned, pulling his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, resting his chin on top, “He caught me staring at him, ogling at him, as if that wasn’t creepy enough. I just had to mention my mom’s love life and how I cry every time I watch the Titanic and that documentary about orangutans. I called him fluffy of all things. And then I asked about his hair conditioner. I’m doomed. I can’t show my face to him anymore.”


jungkook’s part of the dance team and the yearbook committee who takes too many unnecessary photos of a certain cutie he has a crush on, jimin’s the star basketball player with a beautiful soul, and taehyung’s the best friend everybody needs in their life.

gguk is so relatable in this fic like dude. also i died bc of amount of fluff and i love the way i died, ily cygnus for writing this

Blow Me Like Your French Horn by ohdizzy

In which Jimin undergoes a transformation from Cinnamon Roll to Sinnamon Roll and Jeongguk is a little too competitive, a little too tsundere, and a little bit too moony-eyed for his own good.

(A tale of red converses, sandpit wrestling, shitty best friends a little too obsessed with playing Cupid, emotional constipation, existential crises, and that one body roll Jimin does that makes Jeongguk re-evaluate his life)

“i see that you adore playing your loud ass trumpet at random moments in the middle of the night, well fyi i happen to be a master at the French horn so fuck u i challenge you to a brass off” AU

it has my heart, what else can i say

Let’s Not Fall In Love by  jungkoojk

In which Jungkook is the popular kid, Jimin is shy, and a game of spin the bottle at a party brings them way closer together than they ever wanted to be.

fluff, angst & smut in one aka my heart couldn’t take it and i cried and laughed and everything else and i love this, bye

as long as we’re together ( does it matter where we go ) by daegust

Jimin knows he should tell the truth to Jungkook.

That if his back hurts, it’s not because he stayed sat for too long, but because the boys of his class knocked him with their feet. That if his lip is torn and slightly bleeding, it’s not because he fell this morning on the way to school, but because the boys of his class had hit him right in the face. But Jimin finds himself unable to say anything, because Jungkook is talking to him about the same boys hitting him with stars in his eyes, his smile almost reaching his ears. Jungkook had no friends except for a few childhood friends, and he had always tried to become popular, to get noticed by the cool kids.

my heart is still in pain

dear diary, holy crap i think i’m in love with park jimin by bangtans-boy

jungkook’s art class is going on a trip for a showcase and asks jimin to house sit; needless to say, jimin sits on more than he bargained for: the fact that jungkook might be in love with him

*trying to sound like jackson* cute

White T-shirt and Brown Timberlands by Rose_gold715

Jimin is filing for divorce after eight years with Jungkook. He needs to let go, and yet, he wants to hold on a little longer. 

jeonggukie is a cutie and you can’t tell me otherwise

The Jeon Family by staycute1234

Jungkook is the heir to Korea’s biggest mafia group, and Jimin is a innocent employee that catches his eye.

a roller coaster boi

slytherpuff relationships are the best by aborescent

this. THIS WAS SO GOOD OHMYGOD my potterhead ass couldn’t take it

Nice Guys Finish Last (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

A/N: Gah, I feel like this is a lame chapter. I spent hours writing, wanting to put this story out. So further apologies if it’s bland. 😔

Chapter Summary: You, Jeff, Troy, and Mallory go to Jessica’s party. For some reason, Jeff isn’t his normal, happy self.

WARNING: cursing

03. Jessica’s Party

Y/N P.O.V.

You praised the day Friday came. Your classes had been taking its toll on you and working part-time at Rosie’s 3 days that week was hectic; but you managed to pull through it all.

You stood in front of your long-length mirror, hanged behind your bedroom door, and examined your outfit. You tried on 3 other outfits before settling for this one, yet, you still weren’t satisfied.

You would have changed again if it weren’t for a car honking for you.

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[Miraculous Ladybug]: Dressed to Kill

i….am procrastinating this paper super hard….so i started a one-shot series. isn’t that fun?

bit of a T rating, but if you don’t mind that, enjoy :)

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: Dressed to Kill

Summary: “You got a fucking manicure before a job?”

Chloe held one of her hunting blades in between her teeth while she loaded a magazine into her gun. “Shut the fuck up, they were giving mani pedis away for twenty euros, how was I going to say no to that?”

Chlonette Assassins AU

1. Flirting on the Job

“You got a fucking manicure before a job?”

Chloe held one of her hunting blades in between her teeth while she loaded a magazine into her gun. “Shut the fuck up, they were giving mani pedis away for twenty euros, how was I going to say no to that?”

Marinette rolled her eyes and peeked around the corner, staring at the two guards stationed at the door at the other end of the courtyard. She finished screwing her suppressor onto her own gun and checked her pockets for her compression gloves. “So if some asshole has me in a chokehold, you’re not going to punch him in the face because you have to protect your goddamn gel manicure?”

“I never said that,” Chloe groaned. “Obviously I’d clock him straight in the nose, but I will expect you to pay for my replacement manicure since you shouldn’t be getting yourself into that situation in the first place.”

“Oh nice.”

“I’m a single woman, I deserve to pamper myself, sue me.”

Marinette fastened the velcro of her gloves and counted the knives she had strapped to her thigh. “That’s your own fault. I offered to sleep with you literally last week and you said no.” She checked her watch. “Shifts change in 3 minutes.”

“Roger,” Chloe replied automatically. “Also, fuck you, you told me you’d sleep with me because, and I quote, you found my dry spell ‘cripplingly pathetic.’”

“I mean, it is. Offer still stands,” Marinette winked. 

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anonymous asked:

fam your threesomes are so lit 👌🏻👌🏻 they've made me in the mood to read some more, do you have any recommendations for any threesomes? specifically thing like ones because those kill me omg

okay, okay, I think i got you 👌🏻 cue to me scrolling through my following list so i don’t miss any out.

» business | Taehyung + Jungkook | by @btssmutgalore (there’s two parts right now, i don’t know if there will be a third, I mean, I haven’t even read part 2 yet because part 1 messed me up too much (but well i did skim the ending because my curiosity got the better of me and well…rip me)) 

» pour up | Taehyung + Jungkook | by @jungkxook (this was one of the first things i ever read on tumblr and there are no words to describe how good this is tbh) 

» unexpected | Yoongi + surprises | by @noona-la-la-la (I say surprises because the last part made me explode haha, it’s a series and not technically a threesome, but amazing nonetheless!!!) 

» the resolve | Jungkook + Wonho | by @wonhopes (KILL ME NOW. I’m still in denial about crushing on jungkook AND wonho probably, but when my sister showed me this I had heart palpitations… thanks sis)

» boastful drunks | Jungkook + Jimin | by @ellieljade (confession time, I haven’t read this yet, but I know it will be good OBVIOUSLY so it’s next on my list, I just need to make sure I’m well hydrated first…) 

Also, I just realised Jungkook is in all of these bar one lmao, so yeah… ooops, I need to reevaluate myself and read more!!! 

Overly Drunk

Kai Parker X Reader

Word Count: 600

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello! Hope you’re well! If you have time, can I request a reader x Kai where they both get drunk and Kai admits he likes her / they sleep together.? But then the reader sneaks away during the night/afterwards because she also likes him but thinks it was because he was drunk and she is just a one-night stand to him. Maybe he tracks her down after? Thanks so much Love x

Originally posted by vanessaiivves

You never had a one night stand before and you didn’t plan on having another one, you didn’t like the feeling or maybe it was because it was Kai OR maybe it was because he said that he liked you, either way, you were nursing a bad headache and acknowledging some bad life choices. “Hey, short stuff.” Damon greeted as he sat in the booth opposite you.

“Hi.” You waved lazily as he glanced at the sunglasses on the table next to you.
“So were you really drunk last night?” Damon asked.
“You guys give me a supernatural problem and I’ll go get a supernatural hangover.” You grumbled.
“Well, can I ask you about this?” He asked showing you a selfie of you and Kai at a club,
“I don’t remember that.” You mumbled.
“Really?” Damon asked, “What about this one?” He asked showing you a picture of Kai giving you a piggy back but you didn’t have a shirt on. “Seems like something I missing… Oh, I know your shirt!”
“First of all my shirt is not missing it’s in my hand.” You said pointing to the shirt in your hand before continuing “second still don’t remember that. Where are you even finding these?”
“Twitter,” Damon answered.
“I didn’t even know you had a twitter account.” You mumbled.
“I don’t Alaric sent me the link,” Damon answered.
“Why does he still follow Kai?” You asked and Damon shrugged before looking at you.
“Did it go… Further?” He asked and you just looked at him.
“I mean do you want me to lie or…” You asked taking a sip of the water that was on the table.
“Ugh.” Damon groaned and you rolled your eyes. “He’s the enemy.”
“So were you at one point.” You argued.
“Well looks like your problem just showed up,” Damon smirked.
“Don’t you dare!” You glared at him as you heard Kai somewhere in the grill.
“Bye.” Damon gave you a waved before walking out.

It took him a couple of minutes to realise that you were there but when he did a bright smile slid across his face and he wondered over, he noticed your glass of water and sunglasses and let out a childish giggle. “You hungover?” He asked as he slid into the booth in front of you.
“Mmhm.” You hummed.
“I could have helped you with that if you hadn’t left before I got up.” He smirked reaching over and brushing your hair out of your face.
“I…Um.” You were lost for words as you looked around. “We were both drunk, I just thought you wouldn’t want me here if you woke up.”
“Why wouldn’t I want you there when I woke up?” Kai asked. You shrugged in response.
“I was available, but maybe not who you wanted.” You shrugged.
“Not who I..? Oh.” Kai smiled leaning forward his face close to yours. “You thought it meant nothing.”
“I was a one night stand right?” You asked.
“I hope it isn’t.” Kai smiled leaning closer still.
“What?” You asked.
“I told you last night, or don’t you remember?” He asked.
“No I remember but you were drunk.” You shrugged.
“Well then let me repeat it now I’m sober. I like you, probably more than I should.” Kai smirked, “and I really want to kiss you.”
“Maybe you should.” You whispered.
“Maybe I will,” Kai said leaning forward.
“Alright break it up!” Damon walked in clapping to draw your attention but instead of listening Kai turned you round to face him before pressing his lips to yours smirking as he did.

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When Wang So dies at the age of fifty, his final words come out as a whisper from his mouth. Soo-yah.

He wakes up, his mind blank, only the feeling of yearning for something he cannot quite define, in the body of a young man, lying on a bed in a hospital room. There’s a doctor with people who they say are his family members but he does not recognize any of them. Days pass once he comes to his senses, and they explain to him what happened. Apparently this man, no, he had his life saved from a certain death, and now he’s suffering from amnesia.

But So, now with a different 21st century name and life, is clever and strong-willed. He adjusts to his life once more. Recreates relationships, studies, and is ready to take over his father’s company. But the more he adjusts to his life after amnesia, the more he starts getting these dreams. Dreams that keep getting more and more prominent as time goes by.

He sees glimpses of a different life. He’s sitting on a throne and there’s a man bowing in front of him. He’s wielding a sword, ready to fight twenty armed men. His drinking poison and falling to his knees. He’s watching the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. And every time So wakes up in the middle of the night crying overwhelmed.

As theses night vision get more clearer, he starts researching history. And one day standing in the middle of a museum hall he sees it. A portrait of himself in Goryeo times. And all of it comes back like a tidal wave. His first words again are Hae Soo.

Wang So is now sure that she is somewhere here. And not just any reincarnation of Soo, but his Soo. He remembers Ji Mong’s last words about her and he is certain that this is where she was from the beginning. But how to find her?

Years pass. One day he meets a man, a homeless drunk who visibly recovers when he sees So’s face. Your majesty, is his first words and So laughs. Ji Mong is also the one who tells him I think I’ve found her.

Meanwhile Go Ha Jin has made it her habit to visit the museum of history, spending hours at he Goryeo Era hall. As she’s looking at a beautiful blue and red wedding gown she hears it behind her. I’ve missed you.

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Title: Batman Wears Neon Boxer Briefs

Description: A one shot in which Reid and the reader work together at the BAU and are good friends, and one night she drives him back to his apartment after he gets kinda wasted. Drunken hilarity ensues.

A/N: Hey this is the first Criminal Minds one shot I’ve ever posted. It’s very much fluff, not even especially romantic fluff, but I tried to make it pretty funny, so let me know what you think!

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Cheers! (I’ll Drink to That)

This is my first time writing a headcanon! I came up with this one while chatting with @themissimmortal last night about how the Chocobros + Cor, Ravus, Luna and Aranea would be if drunk out of their minds. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don’t own FFXV or any of the cultural references I used. I don’t own the concept of Leonhart either. (Ask Moosh about it! You won’t regret a thing ^^)

Tagging a few people who I think might like this: @ohgodsnowwhat @itshaejinju @blindbae @stunninglyignis @crown-city-moogle

Noctis: The Happy Drunk

- If you looked up the definition of ‘happy drunk’ in any urban dictionary, you’d see a picture of the normally sulky prince.

- He becomes a ball of sunshine rivaling a sober Prompto, a huge grin plastered on his face even when being chewed out by drunk Ignis or smothered by drunk Gladio.

- This guy will laugh at anything and everything. Hears a sneeze? He’ll bust a gut. Someone walks by? He can barely breathe from laughter. May the Gods help him if something crazy funny actually happens.

- Noct practically becomes the life of the party, dancing around and singing without a care in the world. If he happens to get control of the sound system, he will play the loudest and craziest tunes at full blast.

- Will last be seen either table dancing or going with Luna as she attempts another dangerous stunt/prank

Prompto: The Philosophical Drunk

- Our beloved chocobutt normally struggles with words. But get him drunk? His vocabulary becomes endless.

- Look out Einstein! This guy will suddenly know everything and speak to you for hours on end about topics like the meaning of life, the genetic make up of chocobos, and the physics behind Noct’s magical storage room.

- Have a lot of paper and pens ready, because he’ll start jotting down mathematical and chemical formulas like it’s nobody’s business.

- Prom’s imagination is also insanely active when he’s hammered. He can create worlds out of the simplest things. If you tell him to create a world based on music, he’ll not only give you a picture of the world and it’s residents, but also a full paper of their language, mythology, etc. The possibilities are endless!

- Will last be seen in the center of a small audience, either discussing his latest philosophical musings or the potential cure for cancer depending on his mood

Ignis: The Angry Drunk

- Specs normally doesn’t get drunk, especially since he has to worry about the other three bros. But on the rare chance that he is, the normally calm and collected man is now a stylish spitfire of pure, unadulterated rage.

- One drunk you MUST avoid at all costs! His anger rivals even that of the Hulk’s, Sonny Corleone’s and Gladio’s tempers combined.

- Ignis will suddenly remember any and every single thing you did to make him feel annoyed/frustrated/upset, even if it happened like over ten years ago. He will blow up and shove these back in your face, a truckload of expletives mixed in there for good measure (who knew he had such a dirty mouth?). My advice if you end up crossing paths with him? Just pick a god and pray.

- This guy becomes an absolute tornado of destruction, picking a fight with everything and anything that moves. Hell, he can even toss both Ravus and Gladio across the room now! Expect his knuckles to become a bloody mess at the end of the night if he forgets his gloves.

- Will last be seen screaming at someone/something for a death match (last time, it was a barrel)

Gladiolus: The Clingy Drunk

- The Shield was already a pretty friendly guy before. But drunk out of his mind? He’s on a whole ‘nother level.

- Like a cuddly teddy bear, he will give big warm hugs to everyone he meets. Unfortunately, unlike a teddy bear, these hugs will crush you down to your very soul.

- Gladio will cling to the closest person/object as if his life depended on it. Pulling away only strengthens his grip. Aranea tried this once and ended up dragging him around for the rest of the night.

- The resident tough guy’s soft side will come out in full force. He will affectionately stroke and sing to whatever/whomever he’s holding on to. If he’s really hammered, a bit of baby talk is involved.

- Will last be seen squeezing someone for dear life (most likely Ravus if he’s there) in the corner, making promises to protect them and to never let them go *cues My Heart Will Go On in the background*

Cor: The Flirty Drunk

- The mysterious Immortal is not so stoic and serious anymore once you get a few drinks in his system. Watch out ladies, you’ve got a bonafide Casanova on your hands now!

- He drops pick-up lines like a pro, knows exactly how to get your heart racing (or your panties wet), what positions to use to get you going…Who knew the Marshal could be so smooth?

- Much like a drunk Yuuri Katsuki, Cor can certainly work a pole when he’s wasted. Rumor has it that this is actually a skill acquired from his younger days. An occasional murmur of “Leonhart” will escape some lips if they happen to see.

- This man will flirt with anything that moves and has a pulse, XX or XY chromosomes be damned. Even the most straight-laced and homophobic fellows aren’t immune to his pheromones!

- Will last be seen entering a bedroom or supply closet with a small group of men and women in tow (the very same door will have obscenely loud moans and screams of pleasure coming from it a few minutes later)

Ravus: The Weepy Drunk

- The High Commander normally doesn’t let even a hint of emotion apart from disdain cross his features. But now? He’s a depressed, weeping mess in the corner.

- The smallest thing can set him off. Drop a napkin? Sobs will be heard and tears shed. Ignis screaming at a barrel? Ravus is now ugly crying in the corner while growing mushrooms.

- He becomes way more open to physical contact. If a drunk Gladio is in the area, the former Prince of Tenebrae will become his choking hugging partner for the night.

- Have plenty of tissue, ice cream and blankets on hand if you decide to approach a drunk Ravus. But be warned: don’t give him any sylleblossom-scented items or vanilla ice cream. Both remind him of Queen Sylva and will send him into hysterics.

- Will last be seen either being crushed to death by Gladiolus or curled up in a room somewhere, crying himself to sleep

Lunafreya: The Reckless Drunk

- The prim and proper Oracle? As soon as she gets wasted, it’s like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde all over again! Luna’s drunk personality prefers to be called “Stella”. She’s a braver and flirtier version of Luna. (Noctis admits that this switch actually turns him on quite a bit

- “Stella” is all for danger and adventure! Keg stand five times in a row? She’s game! Drunken daemon hunt? Try and stop her!

- A master prankster and all-around rebel, drunken Luna has had her fair share of run-ins with the police. Unfortunately for them, “Stella” is also a pretty good actress, imitating Lunafreya as needed. She takes advantage of her sober counterpart’s Oracle status to get away with anything and everything, a few eyelash bats and kind words enough to send them on their way.

- For reasons still unexplained, this woman is now a proficient monster tamer. A drunken hunt led her to befriending the imps she was supposed to kill, “Stella” then ordering the group to raid the nearest outpost for potato chips.

- Will last be seen dragging Noct along to help her with one of her schemes or to watch her perform one of many death-defying stunts

Aranea: The Sober Drunk

- The Commodore would look like she was totally fine, the only indication that she’d been drinking being a faint red tingeing her cheeks.

- Her normally brash and witty banter has pretty much stayed intact. She will trip over or slur a few of her words, but she’ll still be able to carry on a decent conversation.

- While the dragoon’s grace and precision is already impressive enough when she’s sober, it becomes that much more amazing when she’s hammered. Do not play Beer Pong with her; she will destroy you.

- Aranea can pretty much pass for sober when drunk and vice versa. She’s the one the others normally turn to when it comes to sending away the cops because of obvious reasons.

- Will last be seen watching the others make fools out of themselves, recording it for future blackmail material

Hope this was alright…Thanks for making it through this huge wall of text! Have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening :3

Late Night [M]

Anonymous asked: Can I request Jhope smut? He’s brokenhearted so u go to his home everyday to clean & cook. One day he’s drunk and take away ur first time. U don’t want him to know and try to leave when he pull u back on the bed saying he wasn’t drunk last night ?

Warnings: Angsty, smutty, implied depression

Originally posted by cum-for-hoseok

How long has it been now? When you first got here Hoseok was a mess, if wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t even leave the house. The day you came over after, you found him lying in the bathroom floor completely blank. If he cried you never saw it, he barely even spoke. Everything he did was on autopilot, as if he left his body completely to fend for itself.

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Just Friends // Baekhyun (1)

synopsis: your relationship with Baekhyun used to be full of hatred until one little school project makes the feelings swerve everywhere

chapters: one // two

genre: fluff and angst in the future

pov: 1st

word count: 1,878

author’s note: if this chapter gets fifty likes or more, i’ll start working on the second chapter! this was actually really fun to write as well. as always, i hope you enjoy and requests are open!

TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter includes domestic/child abuse and alcoholism


It wasn’t always this confusing. In fact, when we were younger, we despised each other. I guess it was due to the fact of us being children, and like all children, we were most likely drama queen and king. Actually, the only reason our relationship is confusing, is because of what happened last week. You’re probably confused, aren’t you? Well how about this, I’ll go back and explain our relationship, what happened, and how we ended up in this situation. Then, we’ll be where we are now, does that sound good?


Walking through the doors of preschool consisted of me holding on to my mother’s hand, desperately tugging at it to make her take the both of us home. My older brother told me that preschool was the best year of school ever, and I believed him. Until we walked through the doors. Kids were everywhere, yelling, running, and playing. It’s terrifying. “Y/N, you have to let go of my hand, sweetie.” Mom chuckled, gently removing one finger at a time from her hand.

“No way!” I exclaimed, grabbing onto her arm instead. She gave me ‘the look’ before proceeding to walk away. She mouthed an ‘I love you’ before leaving the place. At the brink of tears, I slowly walked into the hectic room, trying to avoid any trouble, along with the noisy kids.

“Baekhyun, slow down!” a young lady, presumably the teacher, yelled, running after a brown haired child, who is most likely Baekhyun. Soon enough the brown haired kid would run past me, but he instead ran into me and knocked me down to the ground.

“Watch where you’re going!” he exclaimed. “You almost gave me cooties, how gross!”

I have never even heard of cooties until this very moment, and my small, frail body ended up trembling, the tears that welled up in my eyes being released. Cooties, he sounded so angry when he said that. And that was frightening. Needless to say, I started to think I was dying, as if I had this disease called cooties, which was the most deadly disease in the world. Thanks to me being an over-dramatic four-year-old, I thought I was on the brink of death, like I could die at any moment. To sum up, the word “cooties” made me think I was in danger and I ended up breaking down, tears finally streaming down my face.

The mysterious lady (who I had absolutely no clue of her name) scurried over to me, her face etched in worry. She picked me up and looked down at the boy and scolded, “I have had enough of this behavior, Byun Baekhyun! If I have to scold you one more time, there will be a call to mom and dad!” She yelled, she actually yelled. I remembered my brother saying, “if the teacher actually yells at a preschool student, it means they often get in trouble, so don’t worry about getting yelled at unless you choose to be an annoying rascal.” Did I know what the word rascal meant? No. But I assumed it was pretty bad, considering he used it in the context of “don’t get in trouble or you’re a rascal.”

After hearing her yell, I buried my face into the crook of her neck. I was never a person who could handle anything revolving around yelling or fighting. Call me weak if you must, but it’s who I am and I’ve come to accept it.

From that moment on, I swore to myself that I would avoid Baekhyun at all costs. That plan, however, failed. First of all, it just so happened that my assigned spot was right next to Baekhyun, which meant that he could torture and annoy me whenever he pleased. And let me tell you, he took up that offer every moment he could.

Ever since then, every single day I came home, I would whine and complain to my brother about how infuriating Baekhyun was. And every single time, he had the exact same reply: “He has a crush on you.” (Admittedly, the first time he said crush I was very confused since crush usually means smash, break, destroy, and etcetera.)

Then the next year of school came around, and with just my luck, I managed to be in the very kindergarten classroom of Byun Baekhyun. However, he ignored me for a few months. He was too busy hanging out with his newfound best friend, Park Chanyeol. He was (and still is) a lengthy person, his legs very long. For the most part, I really liked Chanyeol. The taller male was an angel: whenever Baekhyun came my way to irritate me, Chanyeol steered him away, instead dragging him along to the action figures and other toys, a great distraction for any five or six year old. To put it simply, I felt like Chanyeol was a guardian angel, always steering the annoying Baekhyun away from me.

For a majority of kindergarten, not much happened to me dealing with Baekhyun, though first grade is where hell truly took place.

During summertime, when I was transitioning from kindergarten to first grade, my mom lost her job and started drinking. For the first few days, she’d have a beer every day, but then it turned to more. It was three drinks, four drinks, five drinks, and so on, until it eventually became a new beer after the last was finished. Throughout the summer, all I saw of her was her either drinking, drunk out of her mind, vomiting, or passed out. My father was dealing with her, doing his best to make sure she didn’t pass, but then she did something truly awful. One time, my father refused to give her another beer, all the beer that had been in the fridge was either thrown out or stashed away, and that’s when my mom lost it.

She started becoming violent, both physically and emotionally. At first, it was aimed only towards my dad, so he often times came to mine and my brother’s room, discussing how we should at all times possible stay in our room or at a friend’s house, which is what we did for quite a while. That is, until, my mother started breaking even more. She eventually demanded we open the door, and when we wouldn’t, she kick at it. At first, we were fine with that. We knew she was out of her mind. But then she finally kicked the door down. When she did break the door, she started screaming like the madwoman she was.

Once she came in, she grabbed my hair and pulled. She kept pulling at it, even though I screamed and yelled for her to stop. She started pulling the hair out, and to this day, I have a scar on the right side of my head, forever there to remind me of the awful day.

Luckily for me and my brother, he was able to grab his phone in the midst of this and called for dad, when he picked up he was a sobbing mess, begging for him to come inside and take us away. The first thing my father did was call the police, to tell them about the domestic and child abuse going on, and then he ran. No matter how slow he normally was, he ran as fast as the speed of sound and made it to us, quickly hitting at my mother until she fell back, which is when he picked me up and grabbed my brother’s hand, running far away from the house.

By the time first grade started, I was still an emotional mess due to the whole mother situation. To make it worse, Baekhyun was still in the same class as me while Chanyeol was over in Ms. Kim’s classroom. He managed to make another friend though. His name was Sehun, but he’s an even shittier person than Baekhyun, which made my life ten times more miserable than it was on its own.

In addition to that, exactly one week before Mother’s Day, my class started our projects for gifts to, if not obvious enough already, give to our mothers. My teacher was kind enough to whisper to me during nap time (the one time other children would actually fall asleep, which was oddly strange) that I could draw my dad a picture instead, so that is what I did.

My drawing was a picture of my father, my brother, and myself in our quaint house next to the park. Of course, I never even thought of my mother once through the entire drawing process (as much of a process as there is for a seven-year-old). My time drawing my small family was peaceful, until the two notorious brats Sehun and Baekhyun decided to waltz in and think they knew enough about my life to criticize the picture.

Sehun for the most part was on the shy side, but once he was with Baekhyun he was the devil, which made this experience so much more enjoyable. “Hi, Y/N!” Baekhyun said, a cheery ass smile on his face.

“What do you want?” I asked, immediately furious, knowing the two boys were up to no good.

Sehun instantly replies. “You’re drawing is wrong.” Baekhyun just snickered in agreement. What assholes.

“How is it wrong?” I questioned, voice innocent yet dripping with anger.

“You forgot your mommy, the reason why it’s being drawn.” Baekhyun answered. Okay, I may have thought to myself that I had moved on from the situation, but do to my reaction, I clearly hadn’t in the slightest. Instead of the calm reaction I was hoping for, I ended up bursting into tears, not only making me even sadder, but also embarrassed for the rest of the school year (until Hoseok ended up peeing himself during snack time one day).

This scene seems all too familiar. Though at the time I didn’t realize this, Baekhyun made me cry just like in preschool, and yet again, I had a teacher scurrying over to me, ready to help out. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” she asked, eyebrows raised in concern.

“They-they said that… that m-my drawing was wrong!” I confessed, gripping onto the back of her shirt for dear life as I cried to my heart’s content. With her already glaring at the two boys, I continued on. “They said it was wro-wrong because it didn’t have a mommy!” I hiccuped. Once I finished crying and calmed down for the most part, she gave a stern look to the two boys and made them follow her outside to the hallway while some girls ran over to play with me and attempt to cheer me up.

“Just ignore them,” one of the girls, Jennie, said, giving me a hug before asking if I could join them. By the end of the school day, Jennie and I were calling each other best friends (but doesn’t every seven year old child do so?) and planning to meet up. My next few years were peaceful, as I managed to get through with the help of Jennie and Baekhyun being in other classrooms. But once I got to high school?

This is just the start of my life, I am nowhere near done.

Prompt List

I compiled some prompt lists I found to form a list of 76 kiss prompts. Send in a number and a character and one of us shall write a one shot based on it. 

  1. “Good morning” kiss
  2. Kiss on the forehead 
  3. Drunk/sloppy kiss
  4. Awkward kiss 
  5. Angry kiss 
  6. “I’m sorry” kiss 
  7. “I’ve missed you” kiss 
  8. Seductive kiss
  9. “War’s End” kiss 
  10. “Goodbye” kiss
  11. “I almost lost you” kiss
  12. Kiss on the nose 
  13. Kiss on the ear
  14. Kiss on the neck
  15. Kiss on the back 
  16. New Year’s kiss
  17. Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys
  18. “I do” kiss 
  19. Shy kiss 
  20. Surprised kiss 
  21. Kiss on a dare 
  22. Sad kiss 
  23. Exhausted parents kiss 
  24. Kiss of life 
  25. Kiss inspired by a song
  26. Jealous kiss
  27. Giggly kiss
  28. First kiss 
  29. Last kiss 
  30. Kiss under a full moon
  31. Kiss at dusk 
  32. Kiss at dawn
  33. Kiss in a dream 
  34. Returned from the dead kiss 
  35. Themed kisses
  36. “We can never be together” kiss 
  37. It’s-the-end-of-the-world kiss
  38. Awkward teenage crush kiss
  39. Spin the bottle kiss
  40. Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss
  41. Forbidden kiss
  42. Sated kiss
  43. Soft kiss
  44. Tender kiss
  45. Passionate kiss
  46. Long kiss
  47. Quick kiss
  48. Morning kiss
  49. Before Bed kiss
  50. In Secret kiss
  51. Public kiss
  52. Accidentally Witnessed kiss
  53. Against a wall kiss
  54. Against a Locker kiss
  55. True Love kiss
  56. Caught off-guard kiss
  57. Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths
  58. Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed
  59. Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Person’s 
  60. Throwing Their Arms Around The Other Person, Holding Them Close While They Kiss
  61. Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp
  62. Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up
  63. Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing
  64. Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward 
  65. One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other 
  66. Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In
  67. When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More
  68. A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”
  69. Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck
  70. Starting With A Kiss Meant To Be Gentle, Ending Up In Passion
  71. A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss
  72. When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead 
  73. Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Do Wn And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes 
  74. Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap 
  75. Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing 
  76. Top Of Head Kisses
TFLN #13

A request taken from my old account, asking for a TFLN where Harry and the missus aren’t officially dating yet, but he calls her ‘my girl’.

Oh and sorry about the extreme cheesiness at the end. I’m having a moment.

Harry. Missus.

H, you don’t have to check now, but when you get a free second could you see if I left my jacket at your place? The black one. With the hole in the sleeve.

I don’t know, why don’t you come over and check? :)

Because I’m at work and I guess it’s frowned upon to up and leave during the day? Lmao. But if you’re looking for an excuse for me to come over, all you had to do was ask.

I’m looking for an excuse for you to come over.

If you can wait three hours, then I’ll be there. But for real though, jacket… I’m a bit cold.

I bet I could do a better job at keeping you warm.

I’d like to see you try. x

Cuddle with me tonight? x

Are you really asking for a cuddle? You? The same guy who is like an adult child and takes whatever he wants?

Not true. I asked you for that kiss last weekend, remember? x

You were drunk. I’m not counting that. And I also said no because you had just gotten sick in the bushes outside your house.

Let me make it up to you. Come over at work, I’ll supply the blankets and adult juice, and you can pick out whatever movie you want. x

What the fuck is adult juice, Harry?

Wine, love.

I really don’t know how to respond to that, to be quite honest. But yes, I’ll be there. x

Would you have said yes if I hadn’t gotten sick?

Last weekend? We’re really talking about that now?

Why, yes! No better time! I’m just laying here cuddled with your jacket on.


It’s a tight squeeze, but I managed.

Let’s talk about this when I come over, okay? After I pick out a scary movie so it gives me an excuse to cling onto you for an hour and a half.

You don’t need an excuse. I happily welcome you with open arms. x

Glad to hear it. x

I’m going to go for a little bit. Going to try and get my work done and hopefully leave a little early. I’ll let you know when I’m out of here. x

Okay, I’ll be here. Missing my girl. x
So, I’m your girl, huh? x

Seeing as I’m not talking or seeing anyone else. Yes, you are. x

And where was I when I agreed to this, hm?

At your work where I am about to drive to and pick you up because it’s been two and a half hours and I miss you!

You really need to be better at asking, you know? ;)
You became my girl last week, when you came over and I made us dinner, and you ended up falling asleep during Love Actually (which I’m not happy about by the way so we’re watching it again tonight and I’ll force you to stay awake) and I let you sleep on my lap and the only thing I could think about was I had the most beautiful girl in the entire universe sleeping on me.

And I made a mental note to delete every girl I used to talk to from my phone because they stopped mattering a long time ago and the only one that did now was you. And I did, by the way. I know you really don’t care, but I’d figure you should know where you stand with me.

So, I’m asking now.

You’ve been my guy for a while, H. You don’t need my permission. x

And watching you puke in your shrubbery, stumble into your house and ask to snog me in your kitchen really did me in. x

I’m really glad you said no because I don’t want our first kiss to be something I don’t remember.

Buuuut, I think whether I’m drunk or not that would be something I’d remember.

How about just don’t be drunk ;)

So, no adult juice tonight, then?

Oh my God, you can keep the fucking adult juice Harry lmao

I’ll make sure you don’t outdo yourself.

You’ll be over soon though?

Yes, just give me a half hour. Traffic is fucking me in the ass right now.



Gray feels bad. Guilty, almost. He knows he shouldn’t take advantage of Natsu’s intoxicated state but the opportunity is too good to pass up. Besides, if Natsu hadn’t been so reckless during their mission his leg wouldn’t have gotten all messed up and he wouldn’t be on magically enhanced pain killers strong enough to make him drunk.

“So,” Gray hums. “I’ve noticed a lot of the shirts I shed at the guild hall end up at your house. S’up with that, Ashes?”

Natsu blinks at him slowly. He’s very alert and focused for someone who can barely speak properly. Natsu grins lazily. “I hoard them.” He grabs Gray’s hand and brings it to his mouth. He brushes his lips over his wrist and buries his nose in his palm and breathes in deep. He purrs. “They smell like you. I wear ‘em when you go on long missions.”

Gray gapes for a moment. He wasn’t expecting the reason to be cute. He was expecting something stupid and possessive like so no one else can take them. He squeezes his fingers around Natsu’s. “Is that so?”

Natsu nods, once, twice, then decides the room spins too much that way. “Mhm. I have a pile you can have back. They don’t have much of your scent on ‘em anymore.” Gray stifles a smile. Natsu is already so affectionate when he’s sober. When he’s drunk he’s a full blown sap. “And the scent’s the best part,” Natsu slurs.

Gray looks up at the ceiling to hide the giddy smile that breaks out over his face. “I see.”

“Why’re you all the way over there?” Natsu pouts at the space between them on the bed. “C’mere,” he says, tugging insistently on Gray’s hand.

“Only if you answer another question.”

Natsu sighs. “You said that would be the last one.”

“Just one more.”

“Okay but you come closer first.”

Gray chuckles, but obliges until they’re shoulder to shoulder, hands still clasped tightly together.

“So?” Natsu looks at Gray expectantly.

Gray bites his lip. He knows what he wants to ask. It’s been at the back of his mind the six months they’ve been together, but the words are stuck in his throat. He’s pretty far gone, Gray reminds himself. He probably won’t remember in the morning anyway.

Gray takes a deep breath. “What was it like for you,” Gray starts tentatively, “when you… fell in love with me?”


Gray’s gaze is still fixed on the ceiling, but he can see Natsu struggling out of the corner of his eye. He shakes his head. He shouldn’t have asked. “Never mind. You don’t have to answer.”

“Shut up, Snowflake. I wanna.” Natsu bumps his shoulder against Gray’s. He thinks for another second. “I guess it was like falling asleep.”

Gray’s brows furrow. “Huh?”

“Like, it happened slowly at first, right? Then just.. all at once,” Natsu explains.

Gray’s stomach flips. “Oh.”

“And as you always point out, I’m basically a big kid, so I fought it at first. I think I knew deep down it was good for me, but I still tried not to fall.” Natsu laughs. “And that was dumb of me. Struggling against it. But it happened in the end. And it made me feel-” Natsu purses his lips.

“Rested?” Gray asks, hoping a joke will ease the swell of his heart.

“No! Mavis, shut up.” Natsu snatches his hand away to softly whack Gray in the chest. “Well. Maybe rested. In a way. But that’s not the word I was looking for.”

Natsu falls silent and Gray focuses on keeping his breathing even, on not letting the race in his pulse make him more nervous than he already is.

“At peace.”

Gray looks at Natsu. “At peace?”

Natsu smiles. “Yeah. I’ve been happy for a long time, but the way I felt when I figured out you were mine- that you’re my mate-” Natsu leans forward and nuzzles into Gray’s neck for a moment. “I felt more at ease. Like I was home. Even though I’ve been happy at Fairy Tail, I hadn’t felt that since I lived with Igneel.” Gray bites down on his lip to keep it from trembling. “That’s what it was like for me.”

Tears prick at Gray’s eyes, warmth blooms deep in his chest. He pulls Natsu closer, until his head rests on his guild mark. He buries his face in Natsu’s hair and smiles. “Thanks, Natsu.”

Natsu yawns. “Any more questions?”

Gray squeezes his arms around Natsu. “No, that's… that’s all I needed to hear.”

Natsu hums, kisses Gray’s chest, and falls asleep.