Drunk Text Meme Novels & Stories

Twenty five missed calls! Bella: Where are you? Caren: We can't just make plans and you back out... angry emoji face Bella: Which hellhole are you stuck in caren: If you don't reply in five minutes we are going home without you Bella: Hey are you okay, I heard things got messed up between you and that pighead called Mark Caren: sorry for the bad words, I was drunk , ( crying emoji face) And many more drunken shitty texts.

Whenever I got drunk especially when I had too much, I tended to forget everything that happened. Like that night with Alaric— Ah, fuck. Alaric. I still couldn't believe what happened yesterday– how I had wanted him to kiss me, how I had practically begged him with my eyes to take things further. Now that we were at work, the thought of seeing him again made my stomach twist in embarrassment. Ding! Another notification interrupted my thoughts, and I glanced at my phone. Suhyeon: I can’t believe I’m agreeing with Esther here, but she’s right. You were always insane when you drank. Remember how we used to call drunk Isla ‘crazy Isla?’ Well, you outdid her last night.

And yes, I knew it was Tove Lo and not Taller Swift, but drunk-me didn’t give a single fuck about copyrights or clarity. I downed another shot like it was holy water. Like if I drank enough, I could bleach Lucian Blackthorne out of my bloodstream. But he was still there, behind my eyes, on my lips, under my goddamn skin. His hands were still everywhere. My thighs, my mouth, my memories.

“Ready Meme” “Ready bitch, let’s do this”, she says. Gabe and Spin get close enough for us to grab ahold of each other, and as Meme grabs my shoulders, I poke at her gut, causing her to giggle profusely and lose her balance before she falls backward off of Gabe’s shoulders and into the water.

�� 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 , '𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌,

I waited for the medicine to kick in so I can think clearly. “I love you Drakey,” I whispered. “Can't you love me too?” I feel my face turns crimson red as the bits and pieces of what happened last night slowly come back to haunt me. The drinking - damn it, I curse myself for being so reckless. My horny self – double shit. I cover my face in embarrassment as the image of me dry-humping Drake crosses my mind. I swear that’s the last time I will be drinking like that. “I see that you remember now,” Drake said teasingly. I took a peek at him and god he’s killing me. Here I am dying of embarrassment while he sat there against his headboard, head tilted, with a mischievous smile on his lips, look

It’s the aubergine emoji and the water splash one along with the tongue sticking out. It gets harder to breathe. ‘What-‘ I start typing. ‘are you talking about?’ I send the message. ‘Don’t play dumb, we know.’ ‘Lmao’ ‘No escaping sissy’ ‘At least someone’s getting creampied’ ‘Who’s the guy?’ Every message is dropping at once so I don’t have time to check the name tag and know who sent what but each text leaves me confused. Do I just play along? For all I know they could be joking.

I won’t sacrifice this child to please him and he’s set on not wanting one so where does this leave us? As if he can read my mind I get a text from him. X: yo!!!! Needa talk Uhhh.. Me: Okay, when? X: I dnt no Is he drunk? Me: are you drunk? X: stop judging me goody 2 shoes lololol Fuck him, I’m not replying to his immature drunk texts. A few minutes go by and he texts again. X: hello?????? X: dnt b a bitch X: TLK to me

U woke up( ^ω^ ) You: R u drunk??? And what's with the Japanese emojis? Adrien: I'm not drunk, and I think it's cute(*^ω^*) You: r u high? Adrien: I'm not high either (-_-) You: r u sure? Adrien: yes, and why do u think so lowly of me｡ﾟ(ﾟ'Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ that hurts my feelings(；ω；) You: Bitch I don't give a damn about ur feelings😑

He has a beautiful cock. A large cock. A glorious throbbing, always-ready cock. I think I'm drunk. I start to type what's going through my head. How do you spell glorious? Instead, I type: *Aw. no 1 too suck.* Why is typing so hard? My hands feel so slow. No one to suck your cock is what I mean, but it looks wrong on the screen. *What’s with the spelling? Are you drunk? Where are you?* I exhale heavily. If Dorian would stop texting me, I could call a cab and get home.