#drunk together

[varyingstorms]

“He had a sex-pack (geddit cuz hesso sexah) and a really huge you-know-what and everything.” // for cissy ajxnfnsmzmld —- you KNOW i was going to send the most cracked out one of these . it was fate .

      🐍 a collective exhale had been released when the elders of both house black and house malfoy had retired for the evening after the formalities of the engagement party. the young couple and their friends had been left the entire east wing of narcissa’s childhood home. the key to the cellar had been a gift from bellatrix, along with a piece of advice about love and loyalty and youth that the blonde would reflect upon with great melancholy in years to come.

      🐍 but for now, there was joy and revelry to be had. and a good deal more of that elf-made wine. 

      🐍 she’d sequestered severus over into a corner, or at least that was how she had interpreted events. more accurately, she had drunkenly dragged him over the nearest wall, and most others were in such similar states of inebriation that they took no notice of the conversation. “did you touch it?” eyes wide with elation and curiosity, giggles erupting through every word. she couldn’t recall now who it was she had suggested her friend go to the cellar with, but that hardly dampened her curiosity as to if the mission had been a success. “did you suck it?” scandalous whisper devolves even further into chortles. “oh sev, we’ll find someone to make you happy.”

[stonerandaloner]

‘with you, we’re too drunk to know better’

[stonerandaloner]

[breathing-new-airr]

On repeat 👌

[hogwartslivingbreathingbice-blog]

🔵- definitely drunk, but still aware of their surroundings

Send me a symbol and I’ll write a starter or drabble where our muses get some level of drunk together - 

@rcsexweasley

      “Yeah! Got one!” cheered the red-head, jumping down from herbroom to earn herself a little victory dance. “That’s three for me! Beat that,Finnigan.” Rose laughed, wiggling her eyebrows at him as she added anotherclumsy twirl to her hurrah. A bubble of laughter emitted from Colin’s lips ashe watched the girl jump around below him, proud of her victory over the ‘living,breathing, bicep’. It was a chilly evening at the Quidditch pitch and the twoof them decided to make the most of their free time by making a game of tossingquaffles into the rings standing at each end of the pitch. Not without a fewdrinks of course. Superior at first, Colin found that the more he drank, theworse his accuracy became. Miraculously, it seemed as if drunk Rose Weasley wastwice the Qudditch player than she was sober, which put her far ahead in thegame.

     Staying coordinated on the broomstick was hard enough, butholding a quaffle in one hand was even worse. In a last ditch effort, Colinarched his back and threw the quaffle with all of his might towards the rings,generating enough force to nearly knock him out of the air. Much to hisdisappointment, however, the quaffle had missed its mark and landed just wideof one of the rings. “Shite. Alright, you win this round Weasley.” Colin frownedin defeat, landing himself on the pitch just beside the girl, whom was nowbeaming with pride.

      “Admit it. I’m a better player than you.” She teased, pickingup the large quaffle and holding it against her chest. From a first look, Colincould immediately tell that she was fairly drunk. Her eyes were completely glossed over andshe rocked back and forth on her heels, almost as if she was trying to keepherself from falling over. “Ha. In your dreams, Weasley.” Colin scoffed, takinga few steps closer to the girl.

      “Oh, c’mon. I won fair and square. You’re cheating.” She whined, peering up athim. Even from a few feet away, Colin could smell the alcohol on her breath,bringing a slight grin to his face. He took a few more steps closer to heruntil he was standing directly above the girl, his voice slurred, but stern. “Onemore round. I’ll give you one more shot. And then we’ll see who the winnerreally is.” Rose watched him for a few moments before slowly nodding, herglazed eyes remaining glued on his face. “And what do I get when I win, huh?What’s in it for me?”

     The grin on his face grew even further as he took one morestep towards her, raising a hand to lightly lift her chin as he brought his downface closer to hers. His nose was nearly inches away from hers, letting his eyes flicker down to her pale lips. “I don’t know. You tell me.” With that, he released herfrom his grasp, not without shooting her a wink, and clambered over to hisbroomstick. “Let’s get to it, yeah? You don’t want to keep me waiting.”

[mystrade-first-times]

The first time they were drunk together

Stumbling inside and slamming the door shut with a giggle, Greg pressed himself against Mycroft, pushing the taller man backwards into the door to claim a messy kiss.

Mycroft made a sound somewhere between a purr and a whine, and Greg smiled. That sound was one of his favorites. 

"M'croft?"

"Hm?"

"C'n we try some'thn?"

"'Course."

Gregory gave a smile that felt wicked enough, but when he tried to step away and had to lean on the wall in order to remain upright he figured the effect might have been ruined a bit. But no matter. He drug Mycroft into the library, the room with the largest furniture-free space in front of a fireplace.

It took a few tries and a lot of laughing from the both of them, but they eventually managed to start a fire, Mycroft's hands slightly steadier and willing to help even though Greg hadn't told him what they were going to do. He stood and tugged the taller man to his feet as well, both of them clinging to the other's hands and arms as a means of retaining their balance.

"'Kay. I wanna see you strip." Greg tried to look commanding, but admitted freely that he was probably not managing it very well, what with the way his entire body felt like a puppet barely supported by the strings of his mind.

Surprisingly, Mycroft didn't even try to argue. He blushed a brighter red than the alcohol-induced color already in his cheeks, but began shrugging out of his overcoat. 

"N-Nnn. Wait. Music." He looked around, but there was only one stereo in the room and it was all the way over... there. Corner. He shrugged and cleared his throat. I used to sing. How hard could this be. Greg thought for a minute, but couldn't actually remember the beginning lyrics to any song.

"Music?" Mycroft repeated after the silence stretched beyond a pause.

"Yeah." He furrowed his brow, and then began to laugh, his head dropping back slightly. He sounded absolutely smashed even to his own ears. He let his tongue trace his lower lip and watched as Mycroft's attention zeroed in on that, expression hazy. "M'kay. Got it. Stand there- jusssssst..." He sank down into the nearest chair and stared openly, grinning widely in anticipation. 

"Waiting," Mycroft reminded him, overcoat mostly off but still covering one hand. He looks so perfect. 

"Mhmmm..." He cleared his throat. "OOoohhh you gonnnna take m'home t'night..." Oh god that was terribly off-beat. Eh well. Mycroft got it. 

The younger man was trying to play along with Greg's silly request, but he was already stuck in his jacket, one of the buttons done even though he'd gotten both sleeves off. His overcoat lay in a puddle at his feet as he stared confusedly down at the button that had yet to get with the program.

Greg couldn't help his laugh before he continued, "Dowwwwwn bezide that re' firelllight!"

"G-Gregory" Mycroft giggled, arms pinned behind his back as he fought with his waistcoat and his shirt at once. "Greg-ory- help- 'M caught in m' w-aaaistc-oat"

Greg ignored his plea, sniggering and moving on. "Y'gonna leeet it aalllllll hang'out-"

Mycroft was trying, but mostly he was flailing. 

[trissinka]

Well, I suppose that we all have sometimes "quiet and civilised" evening in the pub. GIFs credit goes to (x) and (x).

[itshamy]

And then I can die in peace :)