Chain letter email #82

Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company’s Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn’t taste like alcohol at all. He didn’t even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.

Jack had to force himself to open his eyes and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in Lipstick: ‘Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian’

He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, ‘Son! What happened last night?’

‘Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door. Confused, he asked his son, 'So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me??’

His son replies, ‘Oh THAT! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, “Leave me alone, I’m married!.”

The Morning After// Closed/ thekidsisterangel

Sam woke up the next day with a slight headache and a hunger to match no other. Wincing his way to the bathroom in his room, he took a couple aspirin and then pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a white v-neck. Wandering back to the kitchen, he tried not to think about the confusing mess that was last night. Why did drunk Sam have to be such a freakin’ flirt? Sighing, he waved toward the couch from the fridge. 

“Mornin’ Bea.” He yawned, pulling open the refrigerator and grabbing the carton of eggs, butter, and some bacon. “Hungry? I’m about to make breakfast. Did Dean leave for the morgue already?”

Jack Johnson imagine!: Sweet

Enjoy! (requested) A/N I am not a Johnson girl but I got the feels writing it!

Can I please have a cute Jack Johnson Imagine??

You slam the front door close and slide down to the floor, kicking off your shoes. Another hard day at work done, you sigh and run your fingers through your hair. Your boss was a pain in the neck, the customers were nothing but mean today. You stand back up and make your way to the kitchen, all you wanted to do right now was collapse into bed and not wake up until morning. You down at glass of water, a couple of aspirins and sit down on the couch. You flip on the t.v, mindlessly flipping through channels until you find something a little interesting. Your eyes close before the opening credits start. This is how Jack found you when he walked through the front door, home from the studio.

“Babe? Babe you home?” he calls out.

He walks into the living room and sees you sitting upright on the couch, your eyes close and slightly snoring. He shakes his head and chuckles before lifting you up in his arms and carrying you to bed. You wake us as he lays you down and you smile up at him.

“Go back to sleep love, we’ll talk when you wake up” he says.

You nod and mumble what he thinks was an okay before closing your eyes again. After a while you finally wake up to an amazing smell. You rub your eyes and follow your nose downstairs, where you find Jack standing in front of an amazing meal and the room filled with candles.

“Jack?” you ask.

He whirls around at the sound of your voice.

“Y/n, I was just about to wake you” he says.

“”What is all this?” you ask.

“I made dinner, I figured you could use the rest” he says.

“You didn’t have to do that” you say.

“yes I did, y/b/f called and told me all about your hard day at work. Cooking dinner was the least I could do” he says.

He leads you to the table where you sit down and enjoy the meal Jack cooked for you.

“Jack, that was amazing” you say.

“Thank you, now how about a hot bath?” he asks.

“No, Jack…I couldn’t. The dishes have to be washed and the leftover food needs to be put away, and…”

“And I’ll take care of it, you just go relax. You’ve had a long day” he says cutting you off.


“No buts y/n, go” he says.

You sigh but go upstairs anyway, where you find a hot bath waiting for you to sink into. You quickly undress and sink into the hot water, you feel all the tension melt away as you relax in the water. You were so relaxed in fact that you soon fell asleep, you only woke up because Jack was quietly knocking on the door.

“Y/n, are you okay in there?” he asks.

“What? Oh yes, I guess I just fell asleep for a bit” you say.

“Oh, okay…I was worried I would have to break the door down or something” he says.

“Nope I’m fine, I’ll be out in a minute” you say.

“Okay” he says.

You step out of the tub and wrap up in a towel, you walk across to your bedroom and slip on some comfortable pjs. Your comfortable pjs being one of Jack’s t-shirts and a pair of pajama shorts. You walk downstairs after dressing and almost laugh out loud when you spot Jack asleep on the couch.

“Jack?” you say gently touching his shoulder.

He jumps, his eyes flying open.

“What? What do you need?” he asks.

“Nothing, you just didn’t look very comfortable” you say.

“Oh, I guess I fell asleep too” he says.

“Yeah, come on lets go to bed” you say.

“But I still haven’t done all the dishes” Jack says.

“Jack” you say.

“What? Do you need something?” he asks stopping on his way to the kitchen.

“Yes, I need you. Now lets go to bed” you say.

He sighs in relief and makes his way over to you, where you take his hand and lead him upstairs to bed. The two of you collapse into bed, with your head on Jack’s chest and him playing with your hair.

“Babe?” you ask.


“Thank you for tonight” you say.

“It was no problem, I honestly never realized how much you do when I’m asleep on the couch. I don’t know how you do it all” he says.

“Practice” you say. “Lots and lots of practice.”

“Well maybe with lots of practice I’ll get better at it” he says.

“At what?” you ask.

“Taking care of you, you take such good care of me that no one is taking care of you. So from now on whenever you need a break just let me know. I’ll take care of everything” he says.

“I know you will” you say.

“Yep” he says.

Jack closes his eyes as sleep starts to take him.

“Jack?” you say.


“I love you” you say.

“Love you too” he says before falling fast asleep.

You kiss his cheek, before returning your head to its spot on his chest and close your eyes falling into a deep restful sleep.


Hypothetically [Sunggyu]

I just knew this would happen. Once I start writing Min Ki I just have a bad habit of not wanting to stop O 3O And since I have no withheld Min Ki scenario’s I took some motion sickness pills and a couple aspirin and began to type. > 3< I don’t really have a reason to be writing this other than the fact that I wanted to. So I apologize about not getting to requests more often. But the fact that my brain is still coming up with ideas is a great thing right now. I’ve hit a wall with being sick and all. So…mm. Yeah :) I hope you enjoy? Because it’s always fun writing Min Ki like you have no idea ; U ;

Min Ki sat beside you without a word.

You turned to face him and you cocked your head, “Hey, you.”

He turned away from the TV and grinned at you, “Hey to you too.”

You grinned right back and his quick reply, “Need something?”

Min Ki’s grin faltered and his eyes went wide, “How do you always know?”

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