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Our muses got drunk married last night! Send “💑” for my muse’s reaction to realizing this.
“Oh my God...” Greg’s head was killing him. Damn, how much had he had to drink last night? It took him a moment to even be able to move, but when he could he lifted his hands, dragging them down his face and-
Wait... Why was that one part of his finger really cold?
Greg’s eyes shot open and he stared at the frankly shitty ring on his finger, before noticing the warmth and lack of space in his bed. Slowly, he turned to look at the person laying next to him. They were wearing a ring too, oh god.
He bolted to sit upright, panic settling in over his features.
“Fuck!”












