i made bad decisions last night

Special Instructions (6/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: E
Word Count: ~9000
Chapters: One Two Three Four Five

we interrupt your regularly scheduled UST to bring you: far too many words of dialogue, back stories that i changed 193874 times, and maybe some actual relationship development! god i hope the effort was worth it. this is… a v long chapter.

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“Hey, it’s uh, it’s Walsh. I just thought I’d call and uh, check up on you. See how you were doing. I know this is selfish but… I miss you. A lot. Look, I know that things between us didn’t exactly end well and that- that’s my fault. I don’t know what I was thinking. I shouldn’t have trusted her. Turns out she didn’t even want me, just my- my money. She stole a few grand and bolted and I just really- I should have known better. She’s always been like this, reeling me in when I least expect her to and then tossing me out like garbage when she gets what she really wants. I’ve always been weak when it comes to her and she used that against me, knew just how to target my soft spot. I don’t know why I’m telling you all this when I know I messed up. It’s just… I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, about us. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to give up what we had for that- that succubus. I’m sorry, baby. Really. And I was just hoping that you might… wanna grab a bite to eat sometime? Maybe start over? Uh, yeah, so… that’s all. Give me a call okay? I… I still love you, Emma.”

The nerve. The audacity.

Emma grumbled loudly before pressing the replay button for the third time in a row and downing the rest of her wine, glaring at her phone like the object itself was offensive.

God, why did she do this to herself? Why did she let him get under her skin even now? She was done with him, so done, and had been doing extremely well adjusting and now with one damn voicemail she could physically feel the anguish from their engagement party resurfacing.

The man had no fucking right to call her and ask her out. What the hell was he even thinking? Did he want to have his balls kicked up inside his own body? Because that would be the only reason she would ever agree to see him again; to make it so that asshole would never procreate and pass his douchebaggery on to another generation.

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“Y/N please! You have to know that it meant nothing - she meant nothing to me! Please, just let me explain. Let me make it up to you. I promise I’ll never hurt you again. Please, I love you.” Hvitserk begged. He had been practically grovelling at your feet for the last hour after you had returned home. Your hair was knotted and your cheeks flushed from your encounter with Ivar but you husband hadn’t even noticed, and if he did, he hadn’t mentioned it.

“No Hvitserk. You are my husband and I am your wife. We are married. You promised you would be faithful to me. I-I thought your days of womanising were over. It turns out I was wrong.” You replied bitterly, your tone cold and emotionless. You had promised yourself that no matter what he did, you would not take him back. If he loved you like he said he did then he wouldn’t have strayed from you. He was a creature of habit it seemed.

“They are, I swear. I was drunk and she came up to me! It wasn’t my fault, you have to believe me!” He pleaded and you only scoffed, unable to believe anything he was saying.

“It takes two Hvitserk. You still made that decision, drunk or not, and you still ripped my heart out of my chest.” Your eyes were watering and you were willing yourself not to cry with everything you had. You were determined not to let the scum you called your husband see you cry.

“Please Y/N, don’t do this.” Hvitserk pleaded once more, running over and gripping you shoulders, looking at you as you averted your eyes.

“I want to meet her.” You stated plainly. The man across from you looked taken aback and he raised his eyebrows confused.

“Why? What does she matter?”

“I want to speak to her. Get her side of the story. And if it turns out she did what she did willingly, I want her to know she ruined a marriage.”

“Come on Y/N, she doesn’t matter. This is between you and me.”

“Take me to her now Hvitserk.” You demanded and he reluctantly nodded and handed you your coat. He led you out the door and down to the barn where the slaves would be before they began their work. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on the pretty blonde girl from the night before. She looked surprised and happy when he approached her but her expression changed to one of shock and fear when she saw you advancing on her.

“Hello Princess.” She greeted respectfully, ducking her head as you stood in front of her.

“Did he coerce you?” You bluntly asked. She looked confused for a second before she replied quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes Princess. He was drunk and his hands began to roam, I could not do anything in fear of punishment. I knew if I resisted I may not have a choice int he matter. I am so sorry Princess.”

You looked over to your soon to be ex-husband and stared at him as he looked down shamefully. “I was drunk Y/N. Please don’t let this change things.” He muttered, though he didn’t seem to believe anything would change your mind now that you knew the truth. He knew what was coming.

“I want a divorce.” You said loud and clear. There were a few gasps that emerged from the barn but you ignored them. “We’ll see Lagertha this evening and settle it.” Without another word you turned and exited the barn, walking away with your head held high and heading towards nowhere. You were lost in thought about your future when you heard a voice from behind you.

“Ah, Y/N? What’s got you so angry. Did Hvitserk not buy you a nice enough present to say sorry?” He asked mockingly, his voice harsh and cruel. He was bitter about the night before, that was evident. You turned around swiftly and shocked him. Your eyes were cold and you looked broken though so put together at the same time.

“I demanded a divorce.” You told him, watching as his handsome features rose in shock. “Just in case you wanted to know.” You finished off sarcastically.

“What? Why Y/N? Don’t you love him? You obviously love him so much that you stopped what was happening last night.”

“I stopped what we were doing because it was wrong, not because of him. I needed time to think and evaluate the situation before I made any rash decisions again.” You told him defensively, beginning to walk away.

“Again? What, was I a rash decision? A momentary lapse in judgement?” he questioned angrily, his feelings hurt. He had always admired you and wished that you looked at him the way you used to look at Hvitserk, but alas, you only had eyes for one.

“You were never a bad choice Ivar. A stupid one maybe, but do I regret it? No.”

Ivar was shocked once again and once he didn’t answer after a moment, you turned and left. Ivar didn’t bother chasing after you. He was too stunned. You didn’t regret what had happened, but what did that mean for you and Ivar?

And another one down, more to go! Gif credit to @suirisblack

No Mistake (Hotch x Reader)

Originally posted by lilygarlands

Title: No Mistake

Request:  Hotch x reader where reader is a literal child like talks to dogs like they are children and obsessed over Disney and is on the team. Hotch finds her drunk , like wasted at a bar and takes her home cause he is worried and she starts flirting with him and kisses him but he pushes her off cause he likes her but he knows this is wrong cause she’s drunk. She comes to work the next day and is on task but is very closed off espeicially with Hotch and then after the case Hotch calls her into the office and she freaks out and starts babbling  Eg : ’ Look I’m sorry about last night.. that will never happen again I would never kiss you no I mean it’s not that you are’t kissable you are very kissable I mean not like that. You can end it however you want but I would prefer fluff and happiness

Pairing: Hotch x Reader

Triggers/Warnings: None

Words: 848

A/N: Ah first one in a WHILE, I’m a little rusty! But I hope you like it! Still doing all your requests! Keep em’ coming! Xoxo


The room was blurry and spinning, your mind was fizzy and out of control. The clattering of your shoes against the wooden planks of the cheap bar shook the walls as you stumbled for the door. You let out a yelp as a loose floorboard caught you off balance and you fell into two strong arms who dragged you outside and into a vehicle.

The whole car ride was not memorable as you stared out the window the whole time. As the car pulled to a stop in the driveway you began paying attention more, still completely wasted.

Those strong arms lifted you out of the car and carried you inside a smaller house. You smiled slyly to yourself, knowing exactly where you were, even in your drunken state.

Aaron Hotchner’s house.

The man of your dreams. The man who always made you smile and feel safe. Someone who you had always had feelings for, but had been too shy to say anything.

“Hey Y/N, just lay here and don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back,” Hotch said as he laid you down on a soft couch. You groaned as your head pounded in pain. He quickly returned with a glass of water, a worried expression on his face. He knelt down beside you and held the glass in your reach.

You quickly sat up and pulled him onto the couch beside you and climbed on top of him, knocking the glass to the floor.

“You always take girls home like this?” You purred into his ear.

Hotch inhaled sharpily. “I was afraid you would get yourself in trouble.” He bit his lower lip as you wrapped both your legs around him. Even when you were trashed, he still thought you were insanely beautiful. The woman he wanted to be with all the time, no matter the circumstances.

“Would I get in trouble for flirting with the boss man?” You whispered, pressing your forehead against his.

“Y/N,” he started to say, but you cut him off with a kiss. His lips were soft and yet hesitant, but he kissed you back within seconds. Your hand cradled his cheek as you deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you gasped in surprise.

Suddenly he broke the kiss, “Y/N, I can’t do this. I’m taking you home. Now.” He spoke sternly as he gently pushed you off him and went to fetch his car keys.

You could feel tears burning in your eyes, feeling embarrassed and shocked.


The next day was rough. The current case involved missing women possibly being abducted and tortured, due to finding a female body, beaten and stabbed on the side of a road in Florida.

You tried to avoid contact and conversation with everyone, keeping yourself on task and just trying to get all your work done.

A loud voice broke your focus. “Y/N, can I see you for a second?” Hotch asked, then turning around and walking back into his office with the door half open.

You stumbled up the stairs, feeling your cheeks flushed and your breathing quickening. You walked inside and quietly shut the door as you turned around to face him.

“Y/N, I just wanted-“

“I’m so sorry for last night! I remembered what happened this morning and oh god I don’t know! I was lonely last night and made the bad decision of having one too many drinks and then ended up kissing you which was a mistake.  Not that kissing you was awful or anything I just…” you trailed off in fear as your eyes went down to your shoes, shuffling them.

He stood from his desk and walked towards you, your eyes still glued to the floor.

Hotch’s two hands suddenly cupped your cheeks and brought your face to his, giving you a sweet light kiss.

“What are you doing tonight?” He whispered with a smile.

Shifted - Part 7, Chapter 9

In Shifted, the premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…

Part 7 - The Visitor

Lallybroch, Autumn 1762

Roger had helped out with a fair number of chores while he’d stayed with the family in the village, but that was nothing compared to how much work was required to maintain a farm of Lallybroch’s size.

Woken at dawn by Young Jamie, Roger had followed the laird as he carried out his morning chores, trying desperately to keep up – and asking questions the whole while. Young Jamie had been very patient with him, though he clearly hadn’t understood why Roger seemed to be learning all these things for the first time.

“Were ye truly raised in a city, then?” he asked as they closed the sheep pen after feeding Jenny’s prized lambs.

Roger wiped his grubby hands on the seat of his breeches. Not even mid-morning, and he’d already sweat through his soiled shirt. “Aye. I was raised by my mother’s uncle – he was a minister, and his day-to-day life focused on tending his flock, so to speak. We had a housekeeper who took care of most of the chores.”

Young Jamie rolled his shoulders, face softening as his joints loosened. “I canna imagine growing up in a city. I’ve only been to Inverness a few times, and once all the way to Edinburgh with my Da. Too many people for my liking – I missed the openness and wildness of the Highlands.”

Slowly they walked past the sheep pen to the stable – checking on the horses was next on the list.

“Does your family leave the estate often?”

Young Jamie shook his head. “No, and if we do it’s always my Da. Uncle Jamie canna leave Lallybroch, ken? It’s in the terms of his pardon that he canna leave the estate for twenty years. So he minds the farm while Da leaves – though I know it kills Uncle Jamie that he has to stay here.” He paused. “Will ye know about Uncle Jamie’s role in The Rising, then?”

Roger nodded, sighing in relief as they reached the shade of the stables. “A bit. Enough – ” He stopped as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the stables to see Jamie and Ian standing on either side of a mare. Jamie tiled his head in greeting as his hands swept up the mare’s sides.

“Aye, she’s verra close,” he said to Ian. “Shall we leave one of the lads to stay wi’ her, then?”

Ian scrubbed one hand over the back of his head. “Aye, I suppose so. We canna afford to lose her.” He looked up and smiled at his eldest son. “Should it be you and Fergus then, Jamie? To sit wi’ the mare until it’s her time?”

“Aye, that should do.” Young Jamie glanced over at Roger. “Will ye have other chores for Roger, then? I’ll stay here wi’ her until Fergus comes.”

“He can come wi’ me,” Jamie said quietly, stepping closer to his namesake. “Ian, will ye mind fetching Fergus? I’d like to take a wee walk wi’ Mr. MacKenzie here.” He inclined his head, indicating the open door. “After you,” he said evenly.

Roger had enough sense to not swallow in nervousness, though he clenched one fist behind his back. A bead of sweat trickled down his back as he kept up with Jamie’s long strides. They weren’t heading for the main house, but rather the ancient stone tower perched halfway up the hill to what Young Jamie had told him were the potato fields.

Fraser’s silence unnerved him – and after several minutes, Roger couldn’t bear it.

“What is it ye wish to discuss, then?” He hoped he sounded a lot more confident than he felt.

Fraser paused and turned to face him. “Oh, a good many things. Ye’ve caused quite the stramash within my family since ye arrived.”

They had reached the broch, and now stood in the shade it cast in the late morning sun.

Roger stood up a little straighter. “Jamie didn’t mention anything to me this morning, and it seemed all was right at supper last night.”

Fraser’s eyes narrowed. “I meant my own family, wee Roger. My son. My daughter. My wife, especially. Ye’ve brought some bad news, and caused her to re-live some painful decisions she made almost twenty years ago. She is hurting inside. And because I am her husband, and the Church says we are one flesh – that means it’s me who’s hurting. Because of you.”

Oh, Christ. Had Fraser taken him out to the broch to kill him? If he screamed, could they hear him in the main house?

“So. I’ve two questions for ye, Roger, and I want ye to consider your answers verra carefully. Can ye do that?”

Roger pursed his lips and nodded. What else could he say? What else could he do?

Fraser glanced over his shoulder toward the house, then settled his piercing blue eyes back on Roger’s. “Well then. The first is, how long do ye intend to stay? You can earn your keep here on the estate for as long as ye wish, but times are still lean. We canna give ye charity when we’ve tenants that are struggling.”

Roger nodded. “All right. And the second question?”

Fraser smiled. Coldly. “The second is – what are your intentions toward my daughter?”

Damn. Roger flushed, suddenly tongue-tied. “My intentions?” he croaked.

Fraser glanced down at the back of his weathered, work-scarred hands in a pantomime of casualness. “Anyone wi’ eyes in their heid could see ye swooning over her at supper last night. She’s sixteen, lad, and she kens her own mind weel – but she’s no’ as worldly as I’d like her to be, so we’re talking of sending her away to university. I dinna want anything to get in the way of that. I dinna want ye breaking her heart, especially if ye decide to go back to your own time. Do ye understand?”

Roger nodded. “And when do ye want yer answers, then?” he croaked.

Fraser smirked. “The second answer, now, if ye will. The first – ye can wait a bit, but I want it soon. I dinna like seeing my wife in distress – I dinna like seeing her question her decisions, again. I already lived through that wi’ her, many years ago. I dinna care to do that again.”

Roger sank against the cold, ancient stone of the broch. What were his intentions? He’d barely spoken with the lovely Brianna Fraser – though the few times they’d locked gazes last night seemed to say everything that had been necessary.

Now that he’d seen Claire – and met Jamie – his original “mission” was over. He could stay until the autumn equinox in September, when the passage through the stones would be open again, biding his time learning folk songs and writing down dialects and learning as much about the eighteenth century as he could.

But Brianna Fraser. Would he leave his past – his future, really – behind, in order to stay with her? To build a life with her, in this strange time? Could he leave all that, for the sake of a person he barely knew?

Claire Randall Fraser had.

In a flash, Roger was crushed by all the horror and fear and guilt Claire must have felt when she realized that not only had she fallen through time – but that she had fallen in love. That her life’s true anchor was a person here, in this time – for whom one would gladly sacrifice all the conveniences of modern life.

Was he willing to make that sacrifice, for a woman he barely knew?

Suddenly he realized that Fraser was waiting for an answer. Roger swallowed. “I want to court Brianna. Properly. Will ye allow me to do that?”

Fraser crossed his arms. “Does that mean ye’re intending to stay, then? Ye’re willing to give up your time, all the things you’re used to there?

Roger sighed – belatedly realizing that Fraser had gotten him to answer the first question through his answer to the second question. “I’ve not much to offer her at the moment, but you know that. I promise you that I’ll respect her, and be respectful of her wishes. And I would never, ever ask her to do anything she did not wish to.”

Fraser scuffed the toe of one boot into a tuft of grass, considering. “Aye, well that’s a good thing – considering she’s helped me geld the horses since was nine. One wrong move and she knows exactly how to separate a man from his ballocks. But that would be the verra least of your worries, lad, were you to ever hurt her.”

“I wouldn’t do that. I’d never do that.”

“Aye?” One red brow lifted in question. “Ye barely know her. And ye’re already pledging to protect her, then?”

Roger raised his chin, defiant. “Didn’t you do the same? With Claire?”

Fraser’s eyes narrowed. “Indeed I did.”

“And did you mean it?” Roger fought the urge to fidget as a bead of cold sweat trickled down his spine.

“Yes. I still do.”

“Well then. I won’t break her heart.”

Fraser’s blue eyes fixed his for a long moment.

“Mmphmm. Will ye come help me wi’ the second cellar, then? I’ve been asked to bring some things back to the house.”

Roger paused, then nodded his head slightly. “Lead on.”

Josh Pieters Jealous

Warnings: smut getting tipsy

Requests open

Being best friends with the guys in the buttercream squad can really wear a person out especially all the parties.

Right now I’m at a night club with the them. Everyone is getting a little drunk. After years with these guys I have a high tolerance for alcohol so I order a another shot of tequila. Some random guys comes and sits beside me.

He is really attractive and I’m a little tipsy so I thought I could have some fun with him. “Hey you here alone?” I ask in a flirty voice. “Ya my girlfriend just broke up with me so I’m kinda on the rebound what about a pretty lady such as yourself?” He replies.

I’m starting to feel bad about flirting with him because I actually have a really big crush on Josh that only Casper knows about. He tries to tell me I have a chance but right now I’m just going to forget about him and have some fun. So I reply back with “I’m here with some friends. What kinda girl is dumb enough to dump a handsome man such as yourself?”

“A bitch that’s who. You wanna dance?” He queried “Sure” I giggled back. He grabs my hand and leads me to the dance floor. I we started dancing really close to each other and getting very touchy. I swear I can feel eyes burning into my soul but I can’t find who it is.


I was watching y/n with that stupid jackass with his hands all over her. I HATED it. I know she’s not mine but I want her to be and all the boys tease me about it. All I can think about right now is him touching and and I’m shaking with rage.

Casper suddenly pops up out of nowhere. “Man you got to calm down just go over there and get her she’s drank a lot more tonight then usual she’s just looking for someone cause you won’t make a move. I promise she really likes you man she’s just trying to forget cause she thinks she can’t have you. Now go get her.”

Still pissed and a little buzzed I thank Casper for the pep talk and walk over to her and Jackass.


The alcohol was really starting to get in my system when someone came up behind me a said in an angry voice “Hey dude get lost she’s drunk and you shouldn’t take advantage of her like that.” I immediately recognized that voice as Josh. The guy looked ready to tell him off until he looked up to see how tall and mad Josh was so he said bye and ran off.

I turn around to see Josh with a very angry look on his face as he scolds me and pulls me really close until the guy was on the other side of the bar. I may have been kinda drunk but I swear he looked jealous. When he finally let me go I spoke up “was Joshua jealous?” “I was not I just didn’t like him with his hands touching you and trying to pull you closer” “josh that’s jealous” i deadpanned.

“Come on I’m taking you back to my place I don’t want you driving home this drunk.” He said. I didn’t say anything back I just followed him, he told Conor we were going back to the flat and picked me up. I didn’t say anything about it Josh does this a lot especially when he’s buzzed or drunk because he gets REALLY touchy.

When we got back to the flat I had a headache forming josh gave me a t shirt and a pair of drawstring sweatpants for me to wear and went to make some tea for us to help with my headache. I got changed and took off my bra cause I didn’t want to sleep in it and figured Josh wouldn’t care. I threw my clothes in the wash and sat down on a stool at the island in their flat.

Josh handed me some tea to sober us up, and sat next to me. I leaned into his side and he put his arm around me. I got an idea and decided to go with it before I lost all my drunkenness and got to scared I leaned up and whispered in his ear “I’m so glad you got jealous and possessive and scared that guy away.” I leaned back so I could see his face and bit my lip suggestingly and added “it was really hot”

Josh turned away and blushed before he answered with “God you really must be drunk.” “ Josh I want you to look at me I’m not drunk I really have liked you for a long time and seeing you get possessive really turned me on.”
His eyes widened and I thought he didn’t feel the same way. I was about to turn around and walk away when he pushed me up against the wall.

“Y/n I have loved you for so long and have waited for this day but I couldn’t stand his hands all over you because your mine.” Josh said in a really deep voice with his eyes almost black. He kissed me very suddenly and roughly but it was also passionate like I always dreamed it would be.

He whispered “jump” so I obeyed and wrapped my legs around his waist with him hands on my bum. He took me away from the wall and started to walk towards his bedroom while I kissed his neck and nibbled on the sweet spot behind his ear lobe as he moaned. I tried my best to move my hips to create some friction as he tried to open his door he moaned again and I felt him getting harder by the minute.

He finally opened the door and ran to the bed and dropped me while he crawled on very quickly after and attached my neck sucking and nibbling on my sweet spots as he growled in my ear “mine.”

I have never seen him so possessive I don’t know what’s gotten into him but I like it he is usually sweet and kind but he is acting very possessive and rough. I buck my hips and moan some more.  Moaning his name he starts kissing down my body until he reaches the hem of my (his) shirt and rips it off of me.

He realizes I don’t have a bra on pretty quick and I blush but soon he just attacks them with kisses and swirls his tongue around one nipple and nibbles it as he massages the other one then switches. The whole time I moan his name in pain and pleasure from his roughness.

I tug his shirt over his head and he undoes his belt and takes off his pants. Leaving me in his sweatpants and him in his boxers. Without skipping a beat he pulls my (again his) pants down and slides them off my legs. He kissed in between my thighs and spreads my legs apart. He very slowly pulls off my underwear with his teeth and then his tongue finds my clit. I moan and he says “who makes you feel like this y/n who”

Barely able to think straight be cause of the pleasure he was giving me I managed to say “only you josh” “That’s right baby your mine and only mine” he growls as he eats me out.

He comes up and leans down and takes off his boxers. His large member flies up and I lowly gasp as he smirks and within seconds he plunges into me and I feel so much pain I bite shoulder and scratch his back. But it quickly turns to pleasure as he thrusts hard and deep into me each time. I starts to scream his name and he starts giving me hickeys all over my body and I scratch his back, sure to leave marks in the morning.

I can feel my orgasm coming and I say “J-josh I-I-I’m gonna” and he says “Cum with me baby and that’s sends me over the edge and he spills with me. He lays there in me and resting on me with his forearms on either side of my head to not put all his weight on me for a few moments until he pulls out and rolls over wiping the sweat off of both our faces.

I whimper at the loss of contact and he pulls me on top of him and I quit. “Y/n I love you and have loved you for a very long time so when that guy started talking to you it made me mad and I got jealous I know you probably feel like this is just a one night stand but I was wondering if you’d be my girlfriend.”

I was astonished he’d asked me “Yes of course Josh I would never just want a one night stand with you I love you and would love to be together.” That night i fell asleep on top of Josh. When i woke up I was super SUPER sore. I rolled off of Josh and groaned really loudly.

This woke up Josh and within a matter of seconds he hovered over me “are you okay” he asked worriedly. “Ya I’m just kinda sore from last night.” “I’m so sorry you should have told me to stop or go easier” he said as he looked at all the bruises and hickeys he left all over you.

He got up and grabbed a pair of boxers and slipped them on. I told him “It’s alrighty baby I had so much fun last night and I don’t regret a thing you shouldn’t either.” He smiled and replied “I don’t deserve you.” And handed me his shirt as I reassured him he does deserve me and I’m the lucky one.

I tried to get up but very quickly fell back down in pain. Josh caught me and apologized again I wish he wouldn’t do that if I was having a bad time I would have told him it was my decision too. 

Josh picked me up and carried me to the kitchen and made me breakfast, when Conor and Jack came in.

“Really getting at it last night weren’t you guys.” Conor said and I blushed and hid my face with my hands. Then Jack added “OH JOSH OH JOSH OM MY GAAAAAAAAA JOSH” I’m a really high voice. Josh walked over to me and handed me toast and I thanked him and kissed him.

All the sudden Jack looked at Josh’s back and called Conor over and they gasped and touched his back and he flinched and hissed. I immediately turned him around to see what was wrong and there were deep scratches and dark red marks. “Wow y/n has hickeys and bruises all over her and can’t walk and Josh has got scratches and bite marks on him I didn’t know you guys were so rough.” Conor said

I hid my face in Josh’s neck and apologized profusely. “Baby it’s alright it’s not that bad you can’t even walk!” Josh told me. “Wait really she can’t walk!!?” Jack said surprised and Josh nodded them they highfived to which I just hid my face in Josh’s chest. He carried me to the couch and we lazier around and watched movies all day.

author’s note// hey guys i made a really bad decision last night but here’s a bullet imagine, and i don’t know much about having hearing aids, so most of this information i’m getting from my friend who has them and google, so if i say something incorrect please message me and i can correct it!!


  • You are hard of hearing, not completely deaf
  • So when you meet Shawn, he actually thought that you were like shunning him but you couldn’t really hear what he was saying and you had your hearing aids turned off 
  • But when you turned and saw he was desperately trying to talk to you, 
  • You explained, since you were able to talk, that you were hard of hearing and you had your hearing aids turned off, so his talking basically sounded like mumbling 
  • Shawn profusely apologized, and everything from then on was history
  • Shawn was SUPER DUPER like, good about it. He picked up on ASL pretty quickly, knowing that he can’t only rely on you to read his lips or try really hard to make out what he says 
  • After a year or so, he was fluent and while sometimes you did just talk regularly, ASL was a big part of your communication, since he wanted to make things easier for you
  • OKAY so like the conversation started because he desperately wanted to be able to say “I love you” in the way you understood best!
  • i’m sorry that’s freaking adorable
  • He was literally so understanding, like if you couldn’t quite understand what he was saying or even signing he would never get frustrated, he would keep going until you understood, and you never made one another feel stupid for it
  • And since you liked the idea of being able to talk, since it is somewhat difficult to be able to speak clearly when you can’t hear all that well, Shawn helped you with that
  • He never pressured you to do it, and he was SUPER patient, since it was a bit of a trial and error process 
  • He also like, shut down any and every single person that made a snide comment about your hearing aids 
  • Like, fans would talk to you because you were Shawn’s girlfriend and stuff and most were very understanding with the fact that if you were going to be able to communicate, they’d have to stand in front of you and speak clearly
  • Some where NOT!
  • Some said some very rude about it, saying Shawn shouldn’t have started dating a disabled girl, as if it were a huge burden and someone of such high social stature should never stoop down to that
  • Which is wrong, so Shawn put those girls in their place, saying it is simply a part of their relationship that is only their business, it isn’t a problem and it is barely a challenge, because he never had difficulty with dating a girl who was hard of hearing, it was a learning opportunity for both parties
  • Like seriously, he would say that. If they were extra rude, he’d go off.
  • He didn’t care about the reputation he got for going off on fans for making fun of your disability, he loved you and he was not going to have people doing that
  • i mean, overall, there were only little changes from a traditional relationship. shawn watched shows with subtitles on them anyways, since he could barely understand what actors were saying, it was more of a learning curve. 
  • shawn is such a good mans i want him to be my boyfriend thank u

author’s note// this was short cause like idk,,,, i am not by any means knowledgeable on the topic!! so yeah!!! my blog is going to shit!!

Meet Me In The Hallway

⚠️ NC-17!!! had been an unusually warm November so far in New York City, but tonight the chill in the air was almost unbearable. I wrapped my arms around myself tighter, bearing down against the wind as I walked. It was closing in on midnight and I was heading home from a party my best friend Lola had dragged me to. Over the course of multiple phone calls this past week, I had told her again and again that I didn’t want to go but she wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Gemma, come on… You’ve been moping about Harry for the last few weeks and, – lest we forget– you’ve been working like a mad woman on your next book in complete solitude. I will not let my best friend become the next JD Salinger.” Lola declared, sounding definitive, and I knew I couldn’t convince her otherwise. 
She had said this to me last night, after barging into my apartment, a bag from Whole Foods in tow, “I also won’t let you live off Coke Zero and Fruity Pebbles, and don’t even try to deny it– I lived with you all 4 years of college, I know what you eat when you’re in a mood!” 
I"m not in a mood,“ I protested, “I’m in a zone– and it was a good zone till you interrupted me! You know my publishers are on my ass to get this next installment done!”
“Blah, Blah Blah” Lola started, rolling her eyes, “ I don’t care. You can spare an evening!”
And so I went, and it was a miserable time. It was the type of Williamsburg party where everyone was freakishly chill and disgustingly into themselves. Lola had tried her best to get me interested in a few guys, but I just wasn’t into it. The whole night felt like a blur, which was probably due to the copious amount of tequila I imbibed over the course of 3 hours. I snuck out of the party and caught a cab, but the driver was so chatty that I decided to just have him drop me off so I could walk the last 3 blocks home. It was a bad decision on multiple parts, mostly because of how drunk I was, partly because Lola had talked me into wearing these ridiculous heels, and also, as I stated previously, it was close to freezing out. 
I approached my brownstone walk up and sighed heavily with relief, I couldn’t wait to get into bed and forget about this whole night. I took off my shoes and made my way up. I hobbled up the 2 flights of stairs and as I was rounding the corner, heels swinging in my right hand, I saw Harry sitting up against the wall, next to my door. I stopped and stood their for a second, simply observing him. His hair was disheveled, and flopped over to the side, covering part of his closed eyes and his arms were crossed against his chest. For a second, I considered leaving– I could get an uber, and head to Lola’s apartment, I had a spare key, so I wouldn’t even have to wait for her to get back.
While I was contemplating this, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry stir. He stretched and rubbed his eyes, before noticing I was there, when he did finally see me, he jumped up.
“Hi.” he said softly.
“How did you get in here?” I asked, the front door was usually locked all the time, especially at night. 
“Oh, your neighbor Ryland let me in…” he answered. Dammit Ryland, he was such a One Direction super fan he probably all but rolled out a red carpet for him. 
“Oh.” I answered shortly, a knot full of tequila and emotions was forming in my stomach. 
“I’m… I’m sorry, Gemma, to just barge in, but you weren’t taking my calls…”
“There was a reason for that.” I answered flippantly. 
He nodded, “I know… but I just needed to see you.”
“Well you’re seeing me now…”, That flippant remark was definitely courtesy of the tequila. 
Harry was taken aback by this, and I knew I shouldn’t be so mean. 
“Please… just talk to me.”
“Harry, there’s nothing to talk about. Some things just don’t work out… we live 2 totally opposite lives, you’re an international pop star and I’m a New York based novelist. Our worlds don’t exactly match. And that’s a lot of why we’d fight, and be nasty to each other… it just didn’t work.”
A lump filled my throat, thinking about how we used to be. There was no denying we had chemistry and I also can’t deny I was beginning to have real feelings for him. 
“I know, Gemma. I even agree with you, our live styles, how they are now– they don’t work.” he said, a sense of defeat in voice. 
I nodded, looking away so he wouldn’t see the tears forming in my eyes. I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t let him see me cry over him again. I made a b-line for my door and shut it quickly behind me. 
Harry slammed his hand against the door. As I slid down the door, sobbing silently, I could hear him outside, breathing heavily, close to the door. 
“Fuck, Gemma. I know we live different lives, I get it. It’s…” his voice trailed off for a second, “ It’s just that… I don’t want anyone else but you. Christ, I can’t think of anything else but you. I’m miserable without you, babe. I need you.”
At his words my sobbing grew, I had felt the same way. After these past weeks since we parted ways, it was as if nothing much mattered. He was the only one I wanted, the only one I cared so deeply for.
“Please Gemma…” he whispered. 
I stood up and opened the door. He was hanging on the door frame, his eyes were red and misty and his shoulders hung low. I don’t know if it was love or foolishness but I pulled him in and kissed him. We began kissing hungrily, it felt like such relief to have his lips on mine again, fuck– I missed it so much. 
We continued kissing, and made our way to my bedroom. The way he held me, his fingers digging into my flesh, the way he kissed and bit at my neck– it all drove me crazy with desire. 
He pulled off my shirt and quickly undid my bra, and I gasped in pleasure as he leaned down to suck and bite on my nipples.
“Fuck I missed you.” He whispered breathlessly as he pushed me down onto my bed. He stood over me, yanking off his shirt and undoing his belt buckle. I forgot how hot he was, his slim torso decorated with tattoos, his broad shoulders moving up and down with his heavy breaths. 
He climbed on top of me, our lips crashing together greedily. He got up onto his knees, undid my jeans and pulled them off. He was going to remove my thong but I sat up at the last second.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked with a smirk.
“Lie down.” I said attempting to be stern but a small smile began to spread across my face. Harry smiled, threw his hands up in surrender and lied down on the bed. 
I quickly grabbed at his jeans and took them off, revealing grey boxer-briefs, his length showing under the taut fabric. I kissed his growing cock through the fabric, making him wince in anticipated pleasure. 
“Oh fuck, don’t tease me like that.”
I smiled up at him, and pulled down the band of his boxers, letting his cock free. I locked eyes with him and he looked down at me hungrily, biting his lip, his hips thrusting up. I licked his length slowly up from the base and took him into my mouth, taking him deeper and deeper, moving up and down, sucking hard. 
“Fuck Gemma. I missed that mouth of yours.” he said breathlessly, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed. 
“And I missed your cock.” I said, looking up at him as I wholly took him into my mouth again.
He groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure as I began working his cock again. 
“Babe, you gotta stop– I’m so close. I wanna fuck you.” he said sitting up on his elbows. 
“But I just love your cock so much..” I said innocently, hitting his cock against my lips. 
He sat up quickly, grabbing me and flipping me around so that I was on my back. Harry began kissing his way down my body, making way to my throbbing clit. He kissed it gently over and over driving me crazy. I wanted him so bad I couldn’t think straight. 
He began licking and sucking my clit, varying his paces which drove me crazy. He stuck one finger in, and then another. 
“Fuck you’re so wet.” he moaned against my wet folds. 
“God, Harry. Make me cum.” I whispered breathlessly. 
“What was that?” he asked cheekily, lifting his face up, I noticed the lower half of it was glistening with my wetness. 
I whimpered in protest, “ Make me cum, Harry.”
“I didn’t hear a ‘please’…” he said teasingly before beginning to nibble on my inner thigh.
“Please! Please, please, please make me cum.” I begged, my hips moving up to try and meet his mouth.
“You’re gonna come for me, like a good girl?” he asked, blowing hot air over my clit.
“Yes! Oh God yes, please!” I howled, throwing my head back and slamming my fist down on the bed in frustration. 
Harry took the hint and went back to eating me out within an inch of my life. My breathing became ragged, and shallow as I reached closer to my orgasm, when finally it happened. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breath– I just threw my head back and moaned, digging my fingers into the back of Harry’s head. 
“Fuck!” I shouted, as I finally got my barrings, and opened my eyes to see Harry making his way up to kiss me. 
“God, I forgot you were a squirter… so fucking sexy, babe. I can’t get enough of you.” he said, nuzzling my neck and planting soft kisses along my collar bone.
“Fuck, Harry. That was incredible…” I said, still out of breath.
“I’m still not done with you though…” he said mischievously. 
“God, yes–please fuck me!” I said wrapping my legs around him. He obliged and slowly slid his cock into me. I could feel my tight, still- throbbing muscles expand to fit around him. 
“fuck you’re so tight baby. I missed your sweet, little cunt.” he whispered, sliding in and out of me slowly.
“I missed your cock so badly, fuck me, Harry” I moaned, closing my eyes as he began pumping into me faster and faster. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him in me again, just to have his cock slamming in me over and over again, sent me into a spiral. 
“Fuck, Gemma. I’m gonna cum-” Harry said, his voice deep, almost a growl. He pulled out of me and brought his cock up to my mouth. I sucked hungrily as he seized up, his cum shooting into my mouth. Once he got his barrings, he looked down at me– I stuck out my tongue to show him his cum pooled in my mouth before I swallowed.
He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, “fuck, I missed you.”

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

Misunderstandings Pt. 5

Genre: Angst (SFW for now)

Pairing: Jumin Han x MC/Reader/You

a/n: We hope you guys like part 5! This is the final part of the main plot. It’s kind of bittersweet to end this as it’s our first fanfic. The very last part, part 6, will be almost entirely smut.  It’s under the cut as usual. Here’s part 1, part 2 , part 3part 4, part 6.

You were finally back in his arms. 

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I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black“

[MirrorAU Masterlist]

In which Elia Martell steals a baby

It was truly beyond Elia how anyone could even hate a baby who had done nothing wrong except… be. Tyrion was just a little baby who cried and ate and cooed like all babies did. He was just as cute, too. She had seen no monster in this crib.

It made her feel bad how everyone was mocking Lord Tywin for having this child. Oh sure, she wanted to shame him too, but more because Cersei and Jaime seemed left to their own devices after their Lady Mother’s death.

Mothers often died in childbirth, it was no secret. It had nothing to do with the child.

She hated how Cersei claimed that he was going to die anyway. The same had been said about herself when she had been born, although at least no one had rejoiced about it.

Lady Joanna was dead, but she had left some life, and everyone wanted him to die… It was too ugly.

Elia made a decision after seeing baby Tyrion, and on their last night in this bad, bad place, she burst into Oberyn’s bedchambers. She stood before him, dramatically announcing her purpose.

“I’m going to steal the baby.”

“You WHAT ?”

“I’m going to steal that baby. He’ll be my baby.”

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The Month that Won’t Die

Sucktober continues. Only now it’s cold too.

I woke up at 2:30 last night to pee and headed right back to bed only to lie there and contemplate every bad decision I’ve made since I was 17.

So so tired.

So here I am. Alone in bed. Watching Dark Shadows (Johnny Depp) waiting to get sleepy.

I may have taken a lil something to make sure I stay asleep once I fall. Fall and stay down.

Stop drop and roll

Roll. Dinner rolls. Bread!

I haven’t had bread in 13 days.

It may be getting to me.

anonymous asked:

everyone is talking about how Bayern has been robbed and how the ref has been a disaster in last night's game, and I mean.. yeah Cris' second goal was offside, there's no debate about that. But we scored two more so we didnt win on an offside goal, and in the first leg Bayern got a penalty, which although they missed could have given them a major advantage even though in my opinion it wasnt even a penalty? so idk I mean the ref made bad decisions but that wasnt the deciding facor for our win(1/2

(2/2) and I’m really tired about everyone talking about it as if it was

S A M E!!! And we don’t even have to go as far as Cristiano’s second goal, because the game should have not gone into extra time. When Hummels passes the ball to Muller before the own goal, Muller is offside. The OG should not have counted because the play should have stopped before Sergio even had to touch the ball. Would have finished 1-1, Real would have gone through. A lot of people can argue that Vidal should have been sent off a lot sooner as well. + the non existent penalty in the first leg, that, yes, they didn’t score, but still… it was a beneficial ref call. You can name as many cases of Bayern benefiting from bad ref decisions as you can of Real. The second leg especially was all around really badly officiated. In general, both teams benefited from unjust calls. Yes, Bayern were robbed but so were we some times.

But exactly like you said, if you take away all the ref decisions we still dominated, we played better, and we scored 3 more goals. Even if u take away Cris’ second goal, we still would have won.

But you know how this works… someway somehow we never deserve to go on. Be it because we played against a weak team or because we bought the ref. They always find ways to take away our credit but in the end we’re the ones lifting the 11 cups so 🤷


in new york, you can be a new man :: on the last day and night of killian’s run in kinky boots on broadway, a small celebration of NYC muppetry, trips to DC and LA, and general wonder.


One of the best trips i’ve been on so far! I felt like a kid in a candy store the entire time. BC made me completely comfortable and made sure I was always happy :) we stayed at the best hotel & our suite had a huge terrance which I absolutely loved. This place was heaven. Like that was the view from my room– Absolutely gorgeous.

While I was getting ready for our first night together… he expressed that he is sexually monogamous with his wife for safety and intimacy reasons. So we slept in two different rooms with an adjoining living room… but he got me a “lil’ something” to make up for the lack of intimacy :$ (kind of disappointing because my luggage was 50% lingerie smh). 

The allowance we agreed upon was 2,000 at the end of the trip but on the second last day I woke up to an extra $1,000 shoved in my purse after he came back from a drunken night out with friends :p if I include the bit of shopping money I got before and during the trip it’s a total of 3,600! Damn, not bad BC ;)

I’m ecstatic that I made the decision to go, I took a HUGE leap of faith and it was well worth it :)

Just want to shout out fishdavidson for being a great human being

Last night, I ranted to @fishdavidson about how I want SO BAD to win NaNoWriMo this year, but have fallen way behind because of some unwise decisions I made, and because I am a busy person with like a job and shit.

“How do I do this writing thing if I can’t find time to win NaNoWriMo?  I’m so frustrated!”  Then, even though I intended to stay up late to work on MORE NaNoWriMo stuff, I crashed hard at 10:45 pm and slept through the whole night.  When I woke up this morning, I found a handwritten note from him that said “Sleep is important and I hope you get more of it also don’t worry about dinner or washing dishes or any stuff like that today!  I’ll take care of all that and you just focus on writing!”

Anyway yeah Fish is a great human being and super awesome husband. 

Home for Christmas

Pairing: Newt Scamander X Reader

Requested: No

A/N: Happy Holidays!


“There has to be another way…” you say, rubbing your temples with frustration. You gaze down at the fireplace that smelled of burned wood and ashes. Amongst the flames you saw the face of the love of your life; the one and only Newt Scamander. “I want to spend our first Christmas together with you!”

“(Y/N), I want you to be here as much as a Niffler wants to get its paws on gold, but we have spent Christmases together before.” he says calmly, his face looking distressed even through the flames. Your hand reached out to caress his face when you stop, reminding yourself that you’d get burned.

“But not as a couple, this was supposed to be special. Why did I decide to come to New York without you in the first place?” you had left England a week ago, wanting to visit Tina and Queenie once before the holidays and you learned a lot about their traditions during your stay. Newt, on the other hand, stayed at the house you shared, catching up on his studies. You had tried to convince him to come with you but he had made his final decision, but maybe it had been for the best, considering what happened in New York the last time he came.
However, today was the day you were scheduled to go back home but there had been a terrible blizzard the night before, blocking the roads and any sort of transportation.

“None of us knew that this massive snow storm was coming. We never even imagined that it would be so bad that they would cancel all flights and ships in the area, both here and there.”

“I could Apparate there! It has been done before, it technically isn’t impossible-” you start but you slowly trail off when Newt gives you an extremely alarmed look.

“Absolutely not! It’s too great of a distance! Sure it’s been done before but there aren’t any situations which don’t involve wizards severed from their body parts!” he states, his voice raising slightly.


“I’d rather wait a year to see you again than see you being rushed to a hospital! And if that doesn’t kill you, then I will, you shouldn’t be doing dangerous things like that! I forbid you to do that or even consider it again!”

You sigh, pouting. It was true, there were no instances where a wizard would arrive at their destination in one piece but it was worth a shot, you’d try anything to be next to Newt again. But clearly this wasn’t even an option, Newt being the overprotective boyfriend and all. Then again, you’d probably feel the same way if it was him.

“Alright, I understand your concerns,” you say and his tense face started to relax. “Have any other ideas? Maybe I could fly there-”

“(Y/N), all the planes are canceled.”

“On a broom?”

He gives you another look, raising his eyebrows. A look that was usually aimed towards the Niffler.

“No. That’s dangerous, you won’t even be able to see where you are going, much less survive the cold.”

“So that probably crosses out flying there as an owl…” you laugh nervously, your ideas were just getting worse by the second.

“Just because you’re now a registered Animagus, doesn’t mean you should be flying in that form to the other side of the world!”

“I’m pretty fast…”

“No (Y/N), I’m not risking it.” he sighs, and he forced a smile on his face. “You’re so reckless, you’re going to give me a heart attack if you keep up these insane ideas. I love you and I don’t want you to risk yourself for me.”

“I would risk myself for you, for us.”

“As I would for you, which is why I’m preventing you from doing dangerous things.”

“Pfft, coming from you, you hurt yourself all the time.” you whine playfully.

“And I know the pain, it hurts. But nothing hurts more than to see the look on your face when I get hurt as if I’m transferring all my pain to you. So if you really want to do something for me, for us, don’t hurt yourself.” he looks at you with nothing but love and your heart melts at his words. He cared about you so much.

“Alright, you win. I won’t hurt myself…that much.” you smile and he rolls his eyes slightly, making you giggle.

“That’s all I can ask for.” he says, brushing his hair out of his face, his curls looking luminous through the flames.

“Oh, idea!” you say happily, jumping to your feet.

“I’m all ears.”

“Floopowder!” you reply, searching around for the green powder in the Goldstein sisters’ small apartment.

“Hmm, I don’t see why not. Do you have any?”

“No, I don’t think they have any left. And there’s no way I’ll be able to go get any, the roads are covered in snow and the doors are frozen shut or caved in.” you answer, your search ceasing as you slump back down next to the fireplace. “It’s hopeless. I’m sorry Newt, I guess I really won’t be home for Christmas.”

“Well, at least you’ll be safe and warm,” he says, looking disappointed. “I miss you, but we’ll see each other in a matter of days, count on it. I love you.”

“I love you too.” you say, blinking tears out of your eyes.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

And with that his face disappeared from the flames, leaving you feeling more alone than before.
You stand up and shake yourself off. You grab your packed luggage and shrug on your coat. Quickly, you write a note for Tina and Queenie and leave it on the counter so they would see it when they came back.
You take your wand out of your coat pocket and grip it tightly, letting yourself take huge gulps of air.
You knew you promised Newt that you weren’t going to do it, but you had no choice. You were doing this.
Shutting your eyes, you focus on the inside of Newt’s case, the place you thought of home, not only because it was beautiful but because you knew that Newt would be there.
You take another deep breath, and Apparate.


You hesitantly open your eyes and check to make sure that you had all your limbs. You let out a sigh of relief, realizing that you were perfectly normal.
You analyze your surroundings and you almost jump with joy, you were inside Newt’s case, right in front of his shed. You had made it. You felt extremely accomplished, but also extremely tired, you had just managed to do something that no one had ever done in history.

“The power of love…” you hum to yourself, feeling very giddy.

Leaving your bags where they were, you remove your coat and then slowly open the door to the shed, wanting to surprise Newt. You didn’t care if he’d pounce on you for doing something so dangerous, you just wanted to hug him.

Slowly creeping inside you hear him talking to Pickett at his desk, his head against one hand and holding the little Bowtruckle in the other. Just seeing his figure made your exhaustion slip away.

“Yes, I miss her too Pickett, but it’s for the best. At least I know she’s safe.” he murmurs to the Bowtruckle, sighing gently.

“Well, wait no more, I’m here!” you say, surprising the both of them.

Newt turns and his face lights up with a smile as he jumps out of his chair and literally crashes into you, wrapping you in a hug. The two of you are laughing like idiots as you jump around happily, exchanging overdue hugs and kisses.

“I can’t believe it! Please, tell me I’m not dreaming.” he says, looking at you lovingly.

“You’re not, I’m right here. I told you I would be home for Christmas.” you say happily, snuggling into his warm chest, his familiar scent was comforting.

“Erm, not to break this amazing moment but how did you get here?” he asks, starting to look suspicious.

“Umm, I might or might not have Apparated…”


“But I didn’t!” you say with a childlike grin. He shakes his head, looking bewildered. “Besides, I know you’re happy to see me.”

“What am I going to do with you?”

“You could kiss me.”

“You’re hopeless-” he starts but you rise on to your tiptoes and you press your lips against his, silencing him with a sweet kiss.

“But so am I. And I’m absolutely thrilled that you’re here, in one piece.”

  • [TEXT] this hangover is what we deserve after that level of debauchery.
  • [TEXT] i already left my house once this summer. maybe we could do something in october.
  • [TEXT] why make bad decisions when i can watch you?
  • [TEXT] a dick pic is not a proper way to say you’re sorry. 
  • [TEXT] i appreciate your acceptance of my lack of morals.
  • [TEXT] you’re not talking any sense into me. you’re cheering me on to disaster. 
  • [TEXT] i don’t remember anything but bad decisions last night. 
  • [TEXT] we almost ended up sober because of you!!
  • [TEXT] is this like a preordered booty call?
  • [TEXT] you’ll be happy to know that the bruise is gone from my cock. 
  • [TEXT] you’re always so late and i’m always so drunk.
  • [TEXT] you’re too drunk for my bullshit, and i’m too sober to put up with yours. i have no idea how you expect to find middle ground here.
  • [TEXT] i just feel like i’m worth a little bit more than your recycled nudes…
  • [TEXT] honestly i am too high to watch videos of you jerking off right now.
  • [TEXT] i have a black eye again and don’t know why again.
  • [TEXT] when you make me feel sane and well-adjusted, it is time to reevaluate your night out habits. just sayin.
  • [TEXT] do you want me to add this to the list of actions i will state at your intervention?
  • [TEXT] who would you rather hang with tonight, drunk me or high me?
  • [TEXT] you are the human incarnation of a drinking problem.
  • [TEXT] the quiet that you are hearing is a silent suggestion that you should go fuck yourself.
  • [TEXT] there are not enough nopes in the world for that situation.
  • [TEXT] seriously. are we going out tonight? if we’re not, i’m going to put on sweatpants and do drugs.
  • [TEXT] on a scale of 1 to 10 how concerned should i be?
  • [TEXT] i really don’t want to get drunk alone tonight. like, i’ll do it, but i won’t enjoy it.
  • [TEXT] i didn’t think this needed to be said, but our sexts are an emoji free zone. 
  • [TEXT] i’ll be home in an hour. be in my bed ready for disappointment.
  • [TEXT] one day soon i’ll learn the difference between a good high and way too high. today is not the day.
  • [TEXT] i refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may incriminate me.
  • [TEXT] i swear to god it was like we were fucking in 9 dimensions. 

@misterquickwitted (x)

It would be a lie to say that Grif had never been in this position before. There was someone in his bed next to him and a light pounding in his head which told him that there had been terrible decisions made last night. Maybe if he just laid here and pretended to sleep, that bad decision would leave before he had to confront it.

But the longer Grif laid there, the more apparent that the other person had made himself comfortable. So with a groan, Grif cracked an eye open and was greeted with Tucker laying in his bed. “… Could be worse, I suppose.” he grunted.