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jtl-fics · 1 year

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Fluent Freshman - Part 13

“I can’t believe you would go out on Black Friday to grocery shop but I guess thanks for going out on Black Friday to grocery shop.” Aaron greets him with as FF moves over to the table.

Andrew and Captain Neil had apparently went out shopping.

Andrew and Captain Neil had apparently come back and have been in Andrew’s room for the past couple hours.

“Josten probably wanted to go to Excites for some gear. I don’t know what my brother sees in that Exy-obsessed jerk.” Aaron says as he eats his own smiley eggs and bacon. FF hears the sound of a hammer and a drill from Andrew’s room.

Heart in his throat he forces himself not to think about what Andrew and Captain Neil COULD be building.

(A guillotine, an iron maiden, that weird wedge thing that splits people in half at the groin, He should NOT have taken that Spanish history class. Oh god it’s probably a fence so he can’t escape whatever hunting ground Andrew is going to drag him to if he can’t buy his continued existence via baked good.)

“Shut up, they’re actually really sweet to one another.” Nicky chastises before turning to FF, “Because of that your final serving goes to Smithy. He deserves it more than you.” Nicky says and slides the final plate of eggs and bacon.

“He’s just as bothered by it as I am!” Aaron scowls.

“By what?” FF asks because there are a lot of things that bother him so Aaron is going to have to be more specific.

“By those two being all close. I’ve seen the way you turn and walk away.” Aaron reaches across the table for his bacon but FF just pushes the plate closer to him. The two plates he had already eaten were more than enough, especially after the full dinner that they’d had the night before. “You’re grossed out by it too right?” He asks as he goes to stab the bacon.

FF slides the plate away and Aaron stabs the table.

FF is NOT HOMOPHOBIC.

His gran raised him better than that.

“I don’t agree with you.” He says because he doesn’t but can’t bring himself to say anymore. He’s in Aaron’s house, he stole Aaron’s keys that morning to lock up the house.

(it was so rude but what if someone broke in because he left the house unlocked? What if someone got hurt just because he wanted to ensure his own survival? Isn’t it better that he just borrowed Aaron’s keys to make sure that no one in the house got hurt? Does FF still believe with every fiber of his being that Andrew Minyard is trying to murder him in this exact house? Yes. Can these concerns coexist peacefully? Also yes.)

If anything he finds Captain Neil and Andrew to be an incredibly nice couple. They talk about things together, they make plans about their future, their PDA was actually pretty minimal (especially in comparison to Aaron), and he had figured out the weird code Andrew talked in so he was pretty sure that Andrew and Neil loved one another.

The only issue he has with the couple is that they are out at a store probably buying supplies to torture and then kill FF.

Otherwise they were perfectly fine.

Aaron scowls, “You can’t be serious. You walk away faster than you run on the court when you see the two of them getting all gross.” He points with his fork and tries to grab the bacon again.

FF frowns deeper.

“I walk away even faster from you and your girlfriend.” He returns because Aaron and Katelyn are the couple who have been the MOST guilty of initiating something in front of him when he was in ‘Visible only when the sunlight strikes him at the exact right angle on the summer solstice’ mode.

He had tried to clear his throat to get them to quit quite a few times but…well…he has heard Katelyn mention that one of her and Aaron’s favorite ‘hang out’ spots might be haunted….so he hadn’t been overly successful.

“PDA makes me uncomfortable in general. Captain Neil and Andrew are a very nice couple who you shouldn’t talk bad about.” He defends as one of the only people who would know exactly how thoughtful the two were to one another.

He hopes his Gran is proud of him for saying something.

Aaron looks at him with a twisted mouth for a while before relenting, “Fine they’re not that bad. It’s just a big brother thing.” Aaron rolls his eyes.

FF swallows down some acid in his throat and pushes the smiling eggs and bacon over to Aaron who smiles back at the breakfast and proceeds to eat it.

A big brother thing.

FF gets up and heads over to the final bag that Andrew had left out on the counter. FF had bought some additional offerings for his mortal soul to tide Andrew over while he made the brownies. It’s also where the incense and his latest two five hour energies should still be.

He finds the incense, wonders if he hallucinated the five hour energies (very possible), and hands Nicky a box of sour patch kids to distract him when he comes over.

“Smithy, why the hell are you lighting incense?” Nicky asks because the sour patch kids were NEVER going to be enough to distract Nicky. That would take something on the level of Swedish Fish but he’d been more focused on avoiding the candy thrown by an irate woman towards a member of Target staff because the grocery department couldn’t get her the redemption coupon for one of the flat screens in the Electronic department so he had FAILED to procure them. He’d even seen a box sail through the air is bullet time because his brain was too hopped up on Five Hour Energy but he’d let it go believing he could just grab a box at check out. THEN HE ZONED OUT IN THE CHECK OUT LINE AS HE STARED AT BOTH THE FUTURE AND THE PAST AND FORGOT HE WAS IN THE PRESENT WHERE HE HADN’T GOTTEN THE DAMN SWEDISH FISH.

“I’m going to make my Great Grandma’s brownies.” He says in response, “I’m hoping to channel her so I don’t mess up.” He says.

“Oh! More grandma baking goodies?! I can be your assistant baker! What do you need?” Nicky says visibly vibrating with excitement at the prospect. “We can listen to Mariah and I can lick the spoon!”

There is a noise of revulsion from the kitchen table.

“Don’t let him lick the spoon Smiths! He gets WEIRD about it.”

“That sounds like what someone who wants to lick the spoon would say.”

“Oh shut up!”

“That’s not a NO!”

The cousins continue to argue about spoon licking rights as FF gets started checking to make sure that the kitchen has all the necessary equipment to even make his brownies. He’d been so tired (last night? This morning?) that he hadn’t thought about even checking that the cousins would have things like a glass bowl, an baking dish, pie tin, etc.

Thankfully FOR ONCE luck is on his side and FF does not have to walk back to the Target.

So he finishes pulling out everything he’ll need, getting the oven pre-heated, and pulling out the ingredients for the brownies from the fridge.

He lights some incense with the stove top burners sends a quick prayer up and wonders if maybe a ouija board would have been better but if the Home Goods section had been a dangerous spot then the toy section would have been like walking into an active war zone. There are no laws as far as parents are concerned when it comes to getting the ‘it’ toy for their kids. FF has watched the highs and lows of humanity in the Barbie aisle more than once.

So he melts chocolate, he sifts flour and sugar, he separates eggs, and he uses every muscle that Kevin’s insane work out regiment had given his arms to whip those egg whites into stiff peaks. He knows his great gran is with him when Nicky and Aaron continue to argue (they are now talking about the ethics of licking the spoon vs. licking the bowl? He doesn’t quite get how they got there but alright) so Nicky doesn’t hear him say “Stiff Peaks Acquired” to himself because he knows Nicky well enough to know that he would have NEVER heard the end of it.

He uses all of the delicacy his gran had ever tried to teach him to fold those egg whites into the chocolate and then to fold in the flour and sugar. There are more steps, more ingredients, but unless you are family then those are CLASSIFIED.

Great Gran had always been the suspicious sort.

The oven beeps to let him know it’s done pre-heating as he’s carefully transferring his great gran’s life’s work into the baking dish.

He was so focused that he hadn’t even realized that Andrew was back until he turned to do the dishes and found Andrew holding the bowl and running his fingers through the scant remaining mix and shoving it into his mouth.

He is surprise that the scream remains in his head. He’s even more surprised that he stays upright. Maybe the nap did him some good even if it let Andrew and Captain Neil build whatever torture device they were intending to use on him.

He really needs to drink some pepto. He doesn’t think that Andrew will pause their ‘The Most Dangerous Game’ recreation to let FF manage his ulcers. Andrew is staring straight at him.

Andrew offers him the spoon.

FF declines. Raw eggs, sugar, and chocolate? With THIS stomach? He’d almost prefer to be chased through whatever enclosure Andrew is going to drag him to.

“When did you wake up?” Andrew asks.

“Hour ago.” He answers.

“Hm.”

“I’ll make the pie tomorrow.” he ventures trying to extend his life by another day.

Andrew shoves the spoon into his own mouth after that and walks out into the dining room. FF hears both Aaron and Nicky’s cries of anguish.

FF looks at the brownies in the oven at the incense burning on the counter and wonders if that was Andrew’s way of confirming his stay of execution.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #Did Andrew and Neil hear FF defend them?#MAYBE #Did great gran come down from on high to guide FF's baking hands?#oh Absolutely there is no doubt #This is her great grandson! He BESEECHED her #Andrew does not know about the fifteen other bottles of five hour energy that FF has in his backpack #FF pressing his face against his Pepto bottle: Oh we're really in it now aren't we Pepto #Andrew and Neil building a dresser so that Neil can store his clothes: I wonder if Smith is up #It is only the cruelest of worlds that I make FF endure Nicky having heard him talk about stiff peaks #Can anyone tell that I know VERY little about baking and am hiding behind the shield of FAMILY SECRET to skate by this?#Well if you couldn't I guess I outed myself as a silly little fool in the tags #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #AFTG Fic #My Fics #Andreil #FF - Pt. 13

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lulublack90 · 23 days

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Prompt 14 - Bottle

@jegulus-microfic May 14, Word count 666

Previous part First part

James and Regulus were rudely awakened the next morning when a bottle of butterbeer was unceremoniously poured over them by Sirius.

“Hey, what the?!” James sputtered, the worst of the spray hitting him.

“Seriously, you two? We’re out there looking after a werewolf, and you're up here doing what exactly?” He stood with his hands on his hips. Regulus rose from the bed and stared daggers at his brother, before he leaned in and whispered something in his ear.

All the colour left Sirius’s face and his eyes opened wide.

“Does he know?” He asked in a hushed whisper. His eyes darted to James and back. Regulus gave him one small nod. Sirius closed his eyes and sucked in a shuddering breath through his nose. “You,” He pointed at Regulus, “Go back down to your dorm, I’ll deal with you later.” Regulus rolled his eyes, but did as Sirius asked. Whatever he’d said to Sirius had drained him, and Regulus didn’t seem to want to push him further.

Regulus turned back to James, who had managed to put his glasses on and was using his wand to vanish as much of the butterbeer as possible. Regulus leaned over and kissed him. Sirius’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. Then Regulus was gone. He’d stolen James’s invisibility cloak, so he could get back to bed without being seen.

“Don’t lose it, love.” James called after him.

“I won’t,” Regulus’s bodiless voice answered.

They sat in silence while they waited for Regulus to leave the Gryffindor common room.

“Peter, fuck off.” Sirius hissed.

“Oi, this is my room too! I didn’t shag your brother. Why am I getting kicked out?!” Peter realised his mistake and scurried out of the room before Sirius could even turn around.

“I swear, Sirius, nothing happened,” James blurted out hurriedly, before Sirius could say anything.

“Oh, so you didn’t snog my little brother then?” He raised his eyebrows, daring James to deny it.

“Okay, well, yes that happened. But I swear that was it. He wasn’t going to stay, but we must have fallen asleep.” He rubbed his face with his hands. “I’m sorry Sirius, this was literally the first time.” He looked up at his friend. “Please don’t hate me.” Sirius’s jaw quavered, and he tore his eyes away from James. But James saw how shiny with tears they had gotten.

“Was he telling the truth? Do you know?” He asked, still not looking at James.

“Know what?” James was confused. He replayed the almost silent conversation between the two brothers. His head ached with the intense thinking he was having to do so early in the morning. If only it hadn’t been a full moon last night, Sirius would still have been asleep. He looked over at Sirius’s bed and for the first time wondered if he even slept there anymore or if he slept in Remus’s bed. Oh, that was it!

“Do you mean if I know about you and Remus?” He asked, keeping his voice even. Sirius’s head whipped back around. “The relationship that you kept from me? How long Sirius?” Sirius hung his head.

“Since the end of last year.” James hadn’t been expecting that. It had been months. How had he not noticed?

“Well,” He said slowly. “At least now you don’t have to hide it anymore.” He tilted his head until Sirius looked up at him. “I’m happy for you. For Remus as well,” He said earnestly.

“Really? You’re not mad at me?” Sirius said quietly, looking unsure.

“Of course I am, you idiot. Why wouldn’t I be?” James chuckled. Sirius launched himself at James. James instinctively reacted and caught his friend as they went tumbling back onto the bed.

Sirius snuggled into his arms, burying his face in James’s chest.

“Thank you Prongs.” Sirius sighed as he clung harder to his best friend. “I’ll try not to be a dick about Regulus. No promises though.” James squeezed him tighter.

"Thanks Padfoot.” He smiled happily.

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thisismeracing · 8 months

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my new roman empire

#I meant to say the picture #but actually mick schumacher is my roman empire #this man-#honestly #I dont even have words #now im endlessly wondering about sitting beside him during a flight #the way he would take the time and the privacy of the first class to kiss you until his mouth is tired #and then just make you lie on top of him and cuddle most of the flight #just *sighs dreamly*#Im such a simple gal #mick and a bottle of water and I would be fine #anyways lol #komh #fic inspo #just saving it here #mick inspo #via ig #ms47 #mick schumacher

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discordantwords · 4 months

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NOW COMPLETE!

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Additional Tags: Djinni & Genies, Wishes, Time Travel, Temporary Character Death, Mutual Pining, John Watson is a Mess, Sherlock Holmes is a Mess, Sherlock Holmes Loves John Watson, John Watson Loves Sherlock Holmes, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Magical Realism, Magic,

"You never asked me to make him love you back. That's always one of the first things that someone asks me, you know. 'Make him fall in love.' 'Make her love me.' 'Make him return my feelings.' 'Make him want me.' Blah, blah, blah, on and on and on. But you didn't do that. Neither did he."

This is a story of seven wishes.

One wasted wish, five wishes that changed the world, and one wish that changed nothing at all.

A Fandom Trumps Hate gift for @khorazir

Read it here on AO3

#sherlock #johnlock #complete fic #angst with a happy ending #time in a bottle

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chiangyorange · 1 year

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love me some cassandras, the girl ever

anyway go read ITBOTB and VFP RIGHT fucking now for prime cassandra content because my fucking god. it is so bleak being a cassandra jones liker

In The Bottom Of The Bottle - @beeceit

vigilantism for fun and profit - @radishhqueen

we’ll meet again soon - me

#vigilantism for fun and profit #in the bottom of the bottle #we'll meet again soon #rottmnt fic #rottmnt #casey jones #rottmnt casey jones #rottmnt cassandra #cassandra jones #my art #hi if ur weird about itbotb cassandra being plus sized i will kill you on sight <3 #beloved fawn beeceit says she is that size and i am but a humble soldier #peepaw multiverse

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possamble · 2 months

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Chapters: 4/?

Fandom: ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Marcille Donato/Falin Touden

Summary:

Hunched over the stove, wrapped in one of her embroidered shawls, Marcille stares at Falin between unruly strands of long hair. It’s funny. Kabru had called Marcille’s stunned face “owlish,” once, but Falin disagrees — owls are birds of prey. Hunters. Marcille’s eyes aren’t wide like an owl scanning for a kill, they’re wide like a startled prey animal desperately keeping still in the face of a predator.

One part of Falin wants to leave and never make Marcille look at her like that again. The other part wants to cross the distance across the small room, grab this skittish creature by her delicate little waist and—

Falin looks away.

#reposting on my fandom side acct bc im still shadowbanned lmfao #farcille #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi manga spoilers #dungeon meshi spoilers #falin touden #falin dungeon meshi #one entire chapter of falin accidentally bottling up her feelings before they explode spectacularly was not what i intended #but i hope everyone enjoys it nonetheless #if you havent seen this fic before its a postcanon character study of falin #and all the self actualization she needs to do before she can go after her pretty little elf for reals

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icarusamica · 5 months

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Improvise (Look Me In My Eyes)

“Well, Ollie? A little kiss for your best mate?”

The smile he bore was one of utter mischief, a gleam to those soft browns hidden beneath pretty eyelashes. Taking a quick drink, Felix eased forward, shifting his weight forward to inch closer to Oliver.

Everyone’s attention suddenly captured by the question leaving them in suspension.

Was he really about to do this?

“Felix, it’s fine…” Oliver had tried to argue, but Felix had already reached him, immediately raising a finger to press down against Oliver’s lips, preventing further words from being spoken.

“Come on, Ol. You’ve got one kiss in there for me, right? It’s just me.”

Little spin the bottle fic I've been working on for the boys.

Would not have been possible whatsoever without @quick-catton. I owe them my life, legit haven't written a fic in so long and thought it was gonna be impossible. Pookie bear over here kept me motivated through it all and I couldn't be more grateful for it <3

Leave some love if you enjoyed!

#cattonquick #felix catton #oliver quick #felix x oliver #saltburn #barry keoghan #jacob elordi #emerald fennell #cattonquick fic #fic #my fic #spin the bottle #angst #fluff #sfw

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perereiii · 3 months

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@charliewhaw

Something something something… We win! (Fanart for this fic ^^)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #(I’d say it counts)#(since it’s fanart for a fic)#this is my first time drawing vaggie with color. I think she turned out alright #uhh #hazbin art #hazbin fanart #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel vaggie #can you tell husk was a last minute addition? because he was a last minute addition #love him but deer lord he’s annoying to draw <3 which is why he just so happens to be reaching for another bottle right now #conveniently hiding behind angel #I’d like to imagine that vaggie was actually sipping whatever fruity drink husk gave her in a sippy cup. purely because #the image of an exterminator who happens to be the girlfriend of the PRINCESS OF HELL #drinking from a cute little cup is really funny #(ex exterminator. but still)

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httpiastri · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/httpiastri/746212709248401408/hes-so-baby-girl-in-this-i-need-him?source=share

nono.... i think the people would like you to start speaking on his hands bc... um. i am thinking a LOT of thoughts right now.

lili 😭 i really shouldn't let my thoughts about this run free 😭😭 i have tried so hard to only post arms/hand/neck pics of oscar bcs that's who i started this blog for but... i may have slipped a few times...... and it's getting way too hard to hold back

lemme just insert these pics and then disappear bcs if i start to think about this... i will be up all night......

#he has really pretty hands honestly #the veins and the length and just #it's not too much imo it's all just perfect #them wrapping around the trophy or the champagne bottle….#doesnt get me thinking about something else… no no……..#i mean like tbh i wrote a full fic *just* from the thought of his fingers and hands and arms……..#🙃🙃🙃🙃 nah im very sane about it #trying not to freak out rn #lili <3 #asks!#paul aron

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middlechildkin · 1 year

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F!Leo and Present Leo interactions melt my heart like they’re such healing inner child moments

It hurts so much just look

[Excerpts from MNMC, OMO, TAE, DMD would’ve reread WMAS if it wasn’t suspended]

But like these young Leos have such complicated opinions on their older selves. Their relationships are so fragile and so difficult to comprehend, like it’s them. These teenagers are literally looking at a possible future version of themselves, who had to witness the fall of all their loved ones and the destruction of what they used to call home—everything that they know. They’re face to face with a version of themselves that had to go through a war that they believe was their fault because of their mistakes. Future Leos are the literal embodiment of “what if” for Present Leos.

And seeing the different ways F!Leo authors portray that relationship is so interesting. Like the common theme is resentment in the F!Leos seeing their younger selves but also guilt because that’s literally just a kid.

F!Leos are face to face with a reflection of themselves at that age and have the chance to guide P!Leo in the direction opposite of theirs. They can’t help but see the one who “started it all” but at the same time it’s not them. F!Leos have a twenty-or-so year age gap between P!Leo but they didn’t have the chance to grow as they were too focused on an alien apocalyptic war that decimated everything everywhere. They can’t necessarily help the guilt and resentment they feel while looking at the kid version of themselves that is still a kid that doesn’t quite know better than they do, but achieved what they couldn’t.

Hopefully this makes sense and thanks for listening to my Tedtalk. I’m just really in a F!Leo fic mood and I’m hurting from thinking about it so much these past few hours

Anyways… who’s the most peepaw of the bunch?

I’m thinking an F!Leo who be so dad he’s standing behind the couch watching TV with the kids but doesn’t sit. So dad the kids have all accidentally called F!Leo “Dad” at least once. This F!Leo is so dad he’s passed out on the couch after a hard day’s work claiming to have been awake since 5 AM but knocked out at 2 PM. He’s so Dad he’s sitting on the kids pretending they’re not there just to hear them laugh or smack his shell. So Dad he’s playing catch on the front lawn.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #future leo #rottmnt future leo #rottmnt leo #peepaw leo #peepaw polls #peepaw multiverse #mutant ninja midlife crisis #odd man out #trial and error #dead man’s deal #we’ll meet again soon #last hourglass #not quite kintsugi #in the bottom of the bottle #I can’t remember anymore F!Leo fics atm

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shygirl4991 · 3 months

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For the love of Dasani

so the discord im in we all saw the ep and got really silly about it Spoilers

since SMG4 got the water bottle body pillow i decide wouldn't it be funny to do a fic on SMGsani/ Dasani4 so enjoy this curse xD (Shay shouldnt write fics half asleep)

Four was never one for romance, after all he needed to focus on his channel one slip up and it was all over for him. He sighs feeling blocked on what to make, getting up he decides to head over to SMG3 coffee n bombs to get some coffee. Usually drinking coffee at his ex rival’s place gets his mind straight. He walks in the cafe and gives a wave to Three, given how Four basically lives in the cafe Three already knew what drink to get for him. Four takes a seat waiting for his drink when he notices someone walk in the doors. He blushes as he sees a handsome Disani bottle walk into the cafe, the bottle walks up to the counter giving their order to Three. Once the bottle sits down Four gets up and dashes to Three “Heeey buddy, pal, chum, amigo!” Three blinks staring at the man “What do you want?” SMG4 gets close to Three and whispers “Who is the tall glass of water?”

Three’s eyes move to the Dasani bottle then back to Four “You mean Disani, they came into town recently. Wait…why do you want to know about Dasani?” he squints at his partner making the man break into a sweat. Giving Three an awkward smile he tries to get suspicion off him “I just know everyone here was surprised!” Three rolled his eyes and waves him off “I dont care just take your drink and if you want to make out with some strange fucking bottle be my guest.” he shoves the coffee into fours hand then pushes him away from the counter. Letting out a shaky breath he walks up to the bottle and smiles “Hey uh i'm SMG4 and you?” Three watches in the background shaking his head. The bottle turns making splash sounds, Four’s face goes red in awe for how attractive this water bottle was. He points to the chair and smiles “Mind if I take this seat?” the bottle splashes letting him know it was fine. Four sits down and keeps talking with the bottle, he couldn't help giggling at every joke the bottle told. Seeing how good things were Three decides to help by giving them dessert “On the house for the couple,” he leans close to four “dont fuck it up.” He nods watching Three leave, they both eat the cake getting close with the bottle. Dasani then stands up splashing to let Four know they had to go, Four frowns but then gives a soft smile at the bottle “It was nice knowing you!” the bottle turns surprising Four with a soft kiss on the lips before leaving the cafe. Three chuckles smacking Fours back “Damn you did it, never thought a loser like you could get Dasani attention. Won't last long, I'm sure a loser like you will chase them away!” SMG4 glares at three before they both go into their usual agreement they do these days to show affection.

#smg4 #shygirl4991 #joke fic #water bottle #Dasani #i need sleep #why i do this lol #no regrets

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