Jul 26, 2017
HEY SO TBH I’M STUMPED FOR IDEAS SO IF Y’ALL WANT SOME (GAY) GAME GRUMP ONESHOTS SO SEND THEM IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! INDULGE IN YOUR FAVE SHIPS AND IDEAS <3
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HEY SO TBH I’M STUMPED FOR IDEAS SO IF Y’ALL WANT SOME (GAY) GAME GRUMP ONESHOTS SO SEND THEM IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! INDULGE IN YOUR FAVE SHIPS AND IDEAS <3
i cant shade or color for the life of me
Okay Suzy wins the April Fools Game.
grunts i feel like writing again
so give me ur prompts
(also i will be accepting nsfw prompts this time around & most likely these will be short uvu)
rubberrazzabang i dunno like, cudling or something. like dan and barry ask ross to come over for hugemungus cuddles
Barry sat on the couch with Dan, their legs and arms tangled together as they loved on each other. Dan’s lips periodically touched his cheek or forehead, and Barry returned the favor with eagerness. Of course, they weren’t in the mood to get much more heated, so they just sat there and talked while enjoying each other’s company.
And of course Ross just had to strut in at the most awkward moment, and awkwardly kind of sit there, sometimes quietly mentioning that a Steam Train episode was due. But Dan would hush him, and hold him closer until Ross cleared his throat.
"What, you wanna cuddle, too?" Dan teased, and somehow, Barry wasn’t too opposed to including Ross. They spread out their arms in a welcoming way, and though it was supposed to be a joke, Ross squeezed in between them, his head resting on Barry’s shoulder.
The warmth of the two bodies against him and Dan’s occasional kisses lulled him to sleep quite effectively.
u guys should send me ur headcanons or even better prompts and i'll make lil fics out of them uvu (u can send nsfw prompts and stuff but i may not do anything with them so)
heyitsenso replied to your post: can someone give me a prompt b/c i wan...
Person A comes out of their room, hungover, everyone else in the house starts giggling. Person A tries to piece together why based on the tiny bits of info they can squeeze out of their jerk friends.
oh my goddddd YES. BUT WHICH ONE IS HUNGOVER. omg Ross, duh
BRING BRING.
BRING BRING.
Ross's alarm clock screamed at him to wake up out of his drunken, drooling sleep. He pressed his thumbs into his eyelids and moaned. Holy fucking hell. What happened last night? He turned his alarm off and laid there for a moment, trying to recap. He was laying in the floor of the grump room. He does not remember coming in here last night. He inspected his surroundings. The cushions of the couch were upturned. A blanket was burritoed around him. He was still in his fucking clothes, shoes and all. He closed his eyes really tight and began to recap the night.
Stout Train didn't end when the camera stopped rolling.
He and Barry had two Guinness's each during the episode. He started to get that heavy, tired feeling he got sometimes when he was like on the brink of drunk, but not quite there yet. He knew if he had one more beer it would move him out of the "I'm tired and sleepy" buzz to that "okay now im actually drunk" phase.
"Dude... Guess what I got. Guess Ross. Guess. Guess!" Barry kept saying it over and over. Ross just held a dumb half grin on his face and stared at Barry.
Barry got even louder. "ROSS GUESS WHAT I GOT. ROSS. GUESS. GUESS WHAT I GOT ROSS."
Spoiler alert it was another pack of Guinness in his mini-fridge.
"Oh God. What happened last night." He whispered as he wiggled out of the blanket.
He stepped into the kitchen to grab some water. Suzy and Arin were sitting at the table eating cereal. Suzy almost choked on her lucky charms and she gave Arin a quick glance. She opened her mouth to say something but Arin cut her off.
"Heeeeeeey, big boy. How'd you sleepy sleep?" He had a fucking ridiculous shit-eating grin on his face.
"Dude I think I'm still drunk." Ross said more to himself than Arin. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, immediately opened it, and chugged it all down right there with the fridge door still open.
"I bet you are, buddy!" Arin was way too chipper. Ross eyeballed him, then Suzy.
"Arin don't do this to him. It's too early for this." Suzy sighed.
He quietly shushed his wife. "Nahhh he's fine." He glanced at Ross. "You're fine, ARENTCHA big boy?"
Ross wrinkled his eyebrows. "Wait. What are you doing. What's going on?" He looked at Suzy. Suzy was weak. She'd crack. "Suzy, what is he talking about?" He closed the fridge and walked over to the table. "Why do you keep calling me that?"
Arin laughed through a mouthful of lucky charms. And waved a hand over Suzy's face. "No. No reason, man. I'm just fucking with you. Seriously, do you need some aspirin though? It's up there in the cabinet." He quickly changed the subject.
Ross took a deep breath and tried to remember more of what happened last night.
He and Barry were now 4 beers deep. They were nearing the end of the second pack of Guinness. Barry had made coffee and they had had a few cups. Coffee and beer was a deadly seal-breaker apparently. They were peeing so much they decided to go outside and hang out so they could pee whenever they wanted. They brought their light sabers out in the yard too because Barry wouldn't shut up about a "Star Wars Rebel Rave".
He remembered playing with all of Barry's toys and talking about the best Transformer for like an HOUR. They brought their light sabers outside and were fighting really hard with them... Barry's broke because he hit the shit out of Ross with it.
He pushed his sleeve up. Yup, there was a bruise.
"What's that from dude?" Arin asked before slurping his cereal milk and getting up to throw his bowl into the dishwasher.
"Ummm.. Barry broke a light saber on me..." He laughed. "I don't remember going to sleep last night. I'm trying to like... remember what the fuck happened." He sat down at the table and pulled his phone out. "And since you fuckers won't give me any hints, I'll just ask sober me."
"Hold on dude! Time out. TIME OUT. Holly's calling me." Ross ducked right at the last second and missed being slapped in the face with a light saber.
"Fuck Holly!" Barry yelled before stabbing the collapsable sword into Ross' gut. "YEAH THATS KIND OF THE IDEA" His words were slurring. Maybe this was a bad idea. He let the call go to voicemail. Maybe that was an even worse idea. He started getting texts from her. 'Where the fuck are you?' 'Babe we had shit to do tonight. I thought you were coming home after work.'
Ross stared blankly at the unanswered wall of texts from Holly. He sighed. She was going to be pissed.
"Damnit I think I pissed Holly off last night." He said out loud.
"You 'think' you did? How's that?" Suzy looked up from her phone inquisitively.
"Well, because I ignored her first call, then she texted me a bunch and I ignored those too......... But then.. My phone says like two hours later I called her back. I don't remember that at all." He frowned.
Arin turned around from washing a few dishes in the sink. "Is that the only thing you don't remember???" He mocked.
"Dude seriously why do you keep doing that?! I'm gonna ask Barry what happened...." He caught Suzy giving Arin a look when he said this. "See? SEE? What is that? What are you doing? Where's Barry?"
Suzy and Arin busted into laughter.
"What!? Where is he?" He said louder. He was getting actually pissed the fuck off at this point. He stood up and started towards the door. He did a mental checklist of his shit. Jacket, Wallet, Phone, Keys----
Where were his keys?
"Looking for something, dude?" Arin asked. "I'm looking for me KEYS, ARIN." He retraced all his steps as Arin followed behind him.
He checked the bathroom. Arin followed closely behind him saying almost too quickly "Nope, they're not in there!"
He crossed the kitchen to the grump room. Arin stopped and stared at him. He crossed his arms. "Not in there, Ross." He said right as Ross opened the door.
Ross sighed, the frustration in his breath growing obviously with every second. He could feel Arin smirking at him. He was irritable and his head throbbed. Why the fuck did they drink that thick, dark Porter beer. It left a sickening feeling in the bottom of his gut. He would probably barf later.
He checked the grump couch, under the book case, he checked the counter in the kitchen, he checked his jacket TWICE. Arin finally came and stood at the doorway of the grump room, scrolling through twitter on his phone chiming in with "Nope, Nope, Nope, Not in there, man."
"Dude, I'm fucking mad right now, I'm hungover as hell, can you please just, get the fuck away from me?" "Wellllll why don't you get in your car with your keys and leave my house? That would put you pretty far away from me, dude." "I WOULD IF I COULD FIND MY KEYS, DUDE." "Maybe they're in your car dude."
"Why in the fucking hell would they be in my car."
"I meeeean, I'm just sayin'. Maybe they are. They're not anywhere else..." He looked up from his phone and lifted an eyebrow.
Ross inhaled long and slow through his nose. "Okay. I'll check my fucking car." They walked back through the kitchen and Suzy looked at Arin, worried. Arin paused at the door as Ross walked outside and stopped and stared.
"...Where's my car, dude."
At this point the mystery had been solved, and Ross swore everyone in the fucking 5 mile radius could hear Arin cackling at his misfortune.
"Dude!!! You got so drunk you started crying and called Holly to come get you and take you home. But YOU had the fucking car! She got a ride from her friend to come get the car and take you, but you were SLOVENLY belligerent by the time she got here and passed out in the grump room. She couldn't get you up, man. She was p-i-s-s-e-d as hell."
Ross' face drained. "Fuck dude."
"BIG BOY. YOU MADE US SWEAR TO ONLY CALL YOU..." He was laughing so hard he had to pause, "BIG BOY. BECAUSE YOU WERE A BIG BOY WHO DIDNT NEED TO GO HOME. HAAAA"
Ross flared his nostrils in disgust. "Fuck me." He picked up his phone and typed a few words..... 'Um... Morning Sweetums?' He reluctantly hit send.
"Arin, I might need a ride home, man."