"Drunk (Taylor's version)"

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By Krisha_core

A/N: This photos has a choke hold on me I swear ^^^, A BIG Thank you for welcoming me again my loves I'm so happyyyy. I really appreciate the support.

You are in your wife's apartment while doing your work, she asked her permission to go out with girl friends... You agreed and let her kissed you good bye

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It's almost midnight and your wife isn't back yet, Selena her friend said you don't need to worry cause she there with her... But as a wife you have the rights to worry

You are now really on her bed, waiting for any texts or call from her but maybe she's busy having fun with her girls.

Minutes of waiting for any updates from your phone, Selena called.

"Sel, hi is my Taylor okay?"

"Ah--- about that...."

"What?, what happened?"

"Well she---  Selena!!!! Is that Y/nieeee!?" Taylor interrupted, she probably grabbed the phone from Selena cause Selena was shouting 'give me my phone back, Tay'

"Y/nieee is this you?"

"Yeah baby it's me"

"Hi hihi"

"Hi princess, you doing good?"

"Yeah,,, I only drank a little I promise"

"I didn't asked, baby"

"Oh"

"Tay, give me back my phone now!" Selena ordered... You heard Taylor whined.

"Fine"

"Y/n, Come get her here... She's too drunk I swear to God she's a big baby when she drunk"

"I'll be there send me the address"

"I will, shit! TAYLOR GET DOWN"

You heard Selena shout before ending the call minutes later she sent the address with 'please come fast'.

As soon as you received the address from Selena, youhastily grabbed my coat and hurried out of the apartment. The drive to the location was filled with anxiety, your heart raced as you thought about your wife's condition.

After a short drive, You arrived at the club where my wife and her friends were. You quickly spotted Selena waving at you , a look of relief washed over her face when she saw you. Without wasting any time, you approached her.

"Where is she?"

Selena sighed and pointed to Taylor who was dancing on a table with her mojito. Oh God

"I tried, she won't listen" Your eyes widened as you saw your wife dancing drunkenly on the table. Seeing her in such a state filled you with a mixture of concern and amusement.

"She's always been stubborn, even when she's drunk," you replied to Selena, a hint of fond irritation in your voice.

You  began walking towards the table, determined to bring your  wife down from her makeshift stage.

As you approached the table, you could see the other club-goers watching Taylor  dance with a mix of amusement and curiosity. Ignoring them, you focused your attention on your clearly intoxicated wife.

"Babe, what are you doing up there?" You asked, trying to hide the amusement in your voice.

Your wife, who was clearly inebriated, looked down at you with a lopsided smile and stumbled slightly on the table.

You  quickly reached out to steady her, making sure she didn't fall off the table. The situation was simultaneously endearing and frustrating.

"Come on, love, you're supposed to dance on the dance floor and stadiums, not on tables,"You teased, gently tugging at her arm, encouraging her to step down.

Taylor giggled in response, clearly finding the situation hilarious. She seemed to be enjoying herself, completely oblivious to the fact that she was making a spectacle of herself. Despite your attempts to coax her down, she playfully resisted your efforts, swaying her hips and continuing to dance on the table.

You glanced at Selena and rolled your eyes, silently expressing your annoyance and amusement at my wife's antics.

"Angel!, please get down" Your wife, who was clearly enjoying the attention, paused her dance and looked at you with a sly smirk.

"But whyy" she protested, pouting dramatically. "I'm having fun up here."

"You're gonna be sick, baby come on" you held up your arms for her.

Taylor, still wearing her pouty expression, looked down at you with her big, doe eyes. Despite her stubborn resistance earlier, she seemed to soften at your request. She slowly leaned forward, wobbling slightly, before eventually accepting your invitation and clumsily jumping into your arms.

"Ugh! There we go" you groaned as she jumped into your arms, you carried her bridal style and walked to Selena

As you held your wife in your arms, she clung to you tightly, a wide grin plastered on her face. She buried her head in the crook of your neck, clearly enjoying being swept off her feet... quite literally.

Selena chuckled at the sight, clearly entertained by her friend's drunken state and your flustered expression.

"Her bag,  and open my car for me please Selena handed Taylor's bag and keys, grinning widely the whole time.

"You sure you've got her?" she asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

You rolled your eyes again, adjusting  grip on your wife.

"Yeah, I've got her. Just open the damn car for me, please." Selena chuckled at my response and did as you asked, opening the car door for me.

"Good luck with that one," she joked, nodding toward your wife, who was now nuzzling in your arms.

You grumbled something under your breath and carefully maneuvered your wife into the car, gently placing her in the passenger seat and buckling her seatbelt.
"Thanks Selena" Selena nodded, still grinning ear to ear.

"Anytime, I feel bad for you," she said with a laugh.

You shot her a half-hearted glare, but deep down, you knew she was right. Dealing with a drunk wife was definitely not on the list of things you had planned for tonight. But you love her so...

"Enjoy the rest of the night" You said entering the driver seat, Selena waved and chuckled as you settled into the driver's seat. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the ride home with your intoxicated wife.*

"Yeah, yeah, have fun," you muttered, turning on the engine.

Taylor, who had been quietly slumped in her seat, suddenly perked up at the sound of the engine. She turned to you with a goofy grin, still a bit unsteady.

"Where we going?" she asked, her voice slightly slurred, you glanced at her and chuckled, shaking your head. She could be so adorable when she was drunk.

"I'm taking you home, Angel" you replied, putting the car in drive and slowly pulling away from the curb.

"You're taking me home?"She repeated seductively" You couldn't help but chuckle at her attempt at being seductive. She was incredibly seductive, but in that moment, she was also incredibly drunk.

"Yes, love" You replied, playing along with her act. "We're going home, and you're going to bed."She giggled in response, clearly enjoying your playful compliance with her little game. She leaned forward a bit, resting her chin on her hand and giving me a coy smile.

"Is that so...?" she asked, her voice sultry.

You chuckled again, trying to focus on the road, but she was making it incredibly difficult. Her flirty demeanor was both endearing and frustrating simultaneously.

Y/N POV

We stumbled into the house, my wife still clinging to me as I tried to support her wobbly steps.

"Just a few more steps, love," I said, guiding her towards the bedroom.

She leaned heavily on me, her eyes half-closed with lethargy. I helped her sit on the edge of the bed, and she fell back onto the mattress with a soft groan.

"I'll get your jammies okay?" Taylor nodded slowly, her eyes still half-closed. She had a content smile on her face as she sprawled on the bed, enjoying the comfortable feeling of being horizontal again.

"Okay," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckled softly and made my way to the dresser, opening the drawer where her favorite pajamas were kept. I walked into her closet grabbing her jammies

"Baby, come on we'll-- baby!?" You shouted not seeing your wife in bed anymore, Panic immediately set in as I realized my wife was no longer on the bed. Where had she gone? My wife with her motherfucking long legs.

"Baby?" I called out, my voice betraying my anxiety. "Where are you?"

I quickly searched the bedroom, checking the bathroom and any other hiding spots, but there was no sign of her. Growing increasingly worried, I started to search the rest of the house, calling out her name louder and louder with each step.

You started to hear music from the kitchen,  As I heard the faint sound of music coming from the kitchen, relief washed over me. She was in the kitchen, safe and sound. I quickly made my way towards the source of the music, my curiosity piqued.

I entered the kitchen, my eyes immediately landing on my wife, who was swaying her hips to the music, her movements exaggerated by the alcohol in her system. She was attempting to dance again, this time in a much smaller space. She danced with both Meredith and Olivia in her arms, meowing loudly

"Baby!?" I crossed my arms and leaned against the kitchen counter, a mix of amusement and annoyance washing over me.

My wife, who was clearly still under the influence of alcohol, had somehow coerced our pet cats into being her dance partners. She held them tightly in her arms as she clumsily spun around, meowing along to the music. Oh help me God

I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, but I knew I had to intervene before she accidentally hurt herself or the cats.

"Baby, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep myself from laughing at the scene before me.

She spun around to face me, a wide grin plastered on her face. She wobbled slightly, but the cats seemed to be stabilizing her somewhat.

"Dancing with my furbabies!" *she exclaimed, her voice a mix of drunkenness and excitement. She hugged the cats tighter, making them meow in protest.

I sighed at her drunken state, j walked to her and grabbed both the cats, I carefully took the cats from her arms, gently placing them on the ground. They scurried away, clearly grateful to be free from her wobbly hold. I turned back to my wife, who pouted as I took her dance partners away.

"Babe, you really can't dance in this state," I said, trying to sound stern but failing to hide my amusement. She pouted even more, sticking out her bottom lip in a exaggerated display of sadness.

"But I wanna danceeee," she whined, swaying slightly on her feet.

I shook my head, trying my best to keep a straight face. Drunk and cute, that's what she was. It was both adorable and annoying at the same time.

I settled both the cats upstairs to them away from their drunk mom, before I got the chance to walk down, you heard a thud from the living room with Taylor shouting 'ow!'

I rushed into the living room, concerned about what had happened.

"Babe, are you okay?!" I called out, my eyes quickly scanning the room for her.

I saw her on the floor tears streaming down her face, while holding her knee and back side, My heart sank as I saw Taylor on the floor, tears streaming down her face and clutching her knee. Without hesitation, I rushed to her side, dropping down onto my knees to assess the situation.

"Oh, baby, what happened?" I asked, concern lacing my voice as I gently touched her knee. She cried and buried her face on your shoulder out of embarrassment.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly as she buried her face in my shoulder, tears still streaming down her face. I gently rubbed her back, trying to comfort her.

"It's okay, love," I soothed, my voice soft and reassuring. "Just tell me what happened." She looked at up to you pouting and crying.

You sighed and finally got why she hurt herself.

"You jumped into the couch?"I asked, a mix of fondness and amusement in my tone.

I couldn't help but chuckle a bit as I realized what had happened. Taylor , in her intoxicated state, had attempted to jump onto the couch and had failed miserably. That explained the thump and the tears.

She nodded, her pout still firmly in place. Her usually composed and dignified demeanor was replaced by a clumsier, more vulnerable version of herself.

"Mhm," she sniffed, her lower lip trembling slightly.

"I wanted to jump but I missed..."

"My poor angel, This is gonna be bruised baby" I gently touched her knee, which was already starting to turn red. It was clear that she had landed awkwardly, and there would definitely be a bruise forming.

I sighed and shook my head, a mixture of concern and affection washing over me. Drunk wifey was cute, but she was also a danger to herself.

"Yeah, love, you're gonna have a nice bruise there," I said, gently rubbing her knee. She winced slightly at my touch but didn't pull away. Her bottom lip trembled as she looked up at me, her eyes teary.

"It hurts..." she whined, her drunken voice sounding more like a child's than her usual mature tone.

"I know it does, you gonna do it again?"She shook her head, her pout becoming more pronounced. She looked up at me with watery eyes, clearly regretting her decision to attempt the couch jump.

"No... not fun anymore..." she mumbled, her voice still slurring a bit. She looked pitiful and adorable at the same time.

I scooped her up into my arms, her limbs flopping dramatically. She clung to me tightly, still whimpering slightly as she buried her face in my neck. The alcohol had definitely lowered her inhibitions, turning her into the epitome of clingy and cute.

"Let's get you to bed, love," I said, carrying her towards the bedroom. She clung to me like a koala, her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs draped over my hip. She mumbled softly into my neck, her warm breath tickling my skin.

I laid her down on the bed, gently guiding her head to the pillow. She looked up at me with those teary, doe eyes, still pouting slightly. I grabbed the pair of jammies from the bed side table.

"Can you change, baby?" I asked which made her groaned slightly, clearly not keen on the idea of changing her clothes in her current state.

"Don't wanna," she mumbled, flopping onto her back and pouting. It was adorable, really, watching her behave like a defiant child.

Taylor  sighed dramatically, clearly knowing that she wasn't going to win this argument. Her eyes followed my every move as I opened the drawer and grabbed the pair of pajamas she usually wore. I placed the soft fabric on the bed next to her, trying to coax her into sitting up.

"Come on, love," I coaxed, my voice gentle but firm. "Let's get you changed."

With much reluctance, she slowly sat up, her movements still rather uncoordinated. I slipped the pajama shirt over her head and helped her arms through the sleeves. She was like a ragdoll, limp and compliant but with a pout firmly plastered on her face.

I chuckled softly at her grumpy expression but continued helping her put on the pajamas. I pulled the soft pants up her legs, careful not to pull too tightly around her bruised knee. Once she was dressed, she flopped back onto the pillow, her hair splayed out around her head like a messy halo.

I kissed her forehead before going to the bathroom to grab her makeup remover, She watched me as I retreated to the bathroom, her bottom lip sticking out in a slight pout. Her eyes followed me as I rummaged through the drawers, searching for the makeup remover.

Returning to the bedroom, I held up the bottle of makeup remover and a cotton pad, approaching the bed with a soft smile on my face.

She sat up slightly as I sat down on the bed next to her, her eyes flickering between the cotton pad and my face. I could see the remnants of eyeliner and eyeshadow running down her cheeks, remnants of the makeup she had worn earlier in the night.

"Time to remove the war paint," I teased gently, dipping the cotton pad into the makeup remover. She huffed softly, but allowed me to gently wipe the cotton pad across her face, removing the smudged makeup and revealing her natural complexion beneath.

Taylor's eyes fluttered closed, her face relaxing as she surrendered to my ministrations. The combination of alcohol and exhaustion made her unusually cooperative.

"done baby" I said waited for her response but didn't hear any, i looked at her and saw asleep. I chuckled softly as I looked down at her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful and innocent in her sleep, her features softened by the absence of her usual poised demeanor. I smiled and ran my fingers gently through her hair, admiring the way it pooled around her head like a silken waterfall.

"Sleep well, my beautiful drunk wife," I whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead gently. I sat there for a moment, watching as her chest rose and fell slowly with each breath.

The room was quiet, the only sound coming from her soft breathing. It was a stark contrast to the boisterous and animated person she had been just a few hours ago. The magic of alcohol and sleep had transformed her from a tipsy socialite to a sleeping angel.

I gently covered her with a blanket, making sure she was comfortable and warm. I couldn't help but marvel at her ability to fall asleep so quickly, especially knowing that she had drunk quite a bit that night. But that was drunk wifey for you; unpredictable but undeniably adorable.











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