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I thought this was a funny little thing.

Then he offered me a drink

“the fuck you doing here?” 3 said surprise that 4 walked into the same bar as he was slowly becoming an alcoholic at.

“puzzles left with the kids” 4 said sounding like he was about to burst out crying right then and there.

“damn I didn’t even know you two were married.” 3 replied. It was all his more than drunk brain could condor up.

As 3s words slowly sinking into 4. 4 started starts violently sobbing. To the point he fell to his knees with his face in his hands muttering about how he was probably brainwashed during the sighting of the marriage certificate, if he just had treated leggy better, if it just had been acting, if he hadn’t been so stupid.

3 in a drunk and desperate attempt try to console his friend, took the bottle he was currently drinking and handed it to 4.

“You want…” he looked better in bottle and tried to read the label. Pripps Blå? He has to start looking at what he’s stealing “… some preps blah”

“literally anything” 4 said gladly taking the haft full bottle downing it without the single thought. 4 ordered more alcohol and stayed drinking with 3. By ordered I mean 4 asking and 3 stealing it for them both, 4 noticing, but not caring to complain.

Now sober 4s sadness, had turned into wasted 4s anger.

“How could he take Beeg away from me?! He has my last name! Puzzles wasn’t even in the picture by then!” 4 screamed angrily. 3 moved a little away from 4 to avoid 4s screaming in his ears, but stayed in the barstool next to 4.

“Sure, I gave him baths without his permission and left him outside for one episode and he murdered the mafia! BUT HE IS STILL MY SON!” 4 slam down the empty bottle and 3 started thinking about who had drunk more. Unsure based on the fact, he got there earlier, but 4 was much more of a quick drinker. He was happy that no one else was in the bar to noticed him stealing or 4s outburst.

“I wish I could just show him. I’m not a bad dad! He’s an evil tv. I want him to die! He tried to kill me multiple times! How did he get custody? I tried to kill him once. ONCE!” 4 screamed now grabbing on 3 shoulders. 3 had completely zoned out 4 rambling long before, now forced back in. Wow he was too drunk for this, they both were. 4 had the crazy in his eyes like from the IGBP incident.

Why did 4 marry puzzles after that?

Why was 3 getting scared from 4 faces, but flustered from being so close to insane 4?

It’s definitely the alcohol. Ain’t no other way. Right? Snow trapped jump scare. Gosh he needs to sober himself up. 4 too.

3 should get them both water.

“Only on the weekends?! WHAT THE HECK DOES SHE MEAN ONLY ON THE WEEKENDS?!” 4 pulls 3 close fast tightening his grip on 3 shoulders only to yell about puzzles some more. Fuck, 3 came here to drown his feelings not discover new ones, not only to mention he couldn’t slip away to get them both water. 3 should not be attracted to the deer his friend is crying about his ex husband. 3 doesn’t want to be 4s shitty rebound ether. 3 decide to just end it.

“Woah 4, you’re way too drunk, I’ll get us both water.” 3 says hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst. Especially with how offended 4 looks that 3 cut him off.

“What!” 4 says loosening his grip on 3

“It will help with the killer hangover you’ll have tomorrow.” 3 says hoping 4 will let him go.

4 let him go without a word just staring at him, looking to drunk to read.

3 comes back with 2 liters of water. Hands one of them went to 4. 3 starts sipping on his own while watching 4 trying and fail to down his.

Once they’re both done, they head out to the parking lot. 3 was a little more sober, since all the water cleaned his insides and probably since he stopped drinking way before 4 as well. 4 was still way too drunk to be left alone.

4 was sitting fumbling straight to his car, 3 starts rationalizing it in his head. Okay fine.

“I’m going to drive you home.” 3 stated

“What no I have my car here!” 4 protested

“I’ll help you pick it up tomorrow” 3 bargained

4 again with that same drunken unreadable expression stumped into 3s passenger car door, smearing his spit on the window.

Unlocked his car and helped 4 in. Before getting in himself hoping his tipsy driving would get them home safe, or else 4 was never going to see his children again.

It was only first when they pulled up to Coffee N' Bombs that 3 realized 4 had fallen asleep. Ain’t no way in hell 3s carrying 4s heavy ass to the casual. Those his ‘‘evil lair’’ even have a second bed.

Fuck, it’s just 4 it ain’t like they’re gonna fuck. Snow trapped jump scare. Wow he’s tipsy. How did he even manage to Drive home. It doesn’t matter.

3 gets out of the car and unbuckles 4 carrying him in before locking the car. Then carrying 4 to 3s ‘’secret evil lair’’ then removing 4 shoes and hat before placing him on the bed. 3 took the time to do his nightly routine before joining 4 on the bed.

Hoping they aren’t that hungover tomorrow.

Can someone tell my body to just shut up and stop getting injured for ONE MOMENT!

I’m injured in so many places it’s getting ridiculous 

The “REAL” reason Steve dosent have arms!

Damn, I love running on all four screeching like a pig while having all of the employees at Panera bread referred to me as the Swedish Danish farm dog Rere

I’m tired of waiting for my ao3 application I’mma just start posting my fanfics here. No ones gonna give a shit anyway.