Another OJ ship fic, I know, surprising 😒
Today was a day filled with bad weather. Was a perfect day for overworking, as the glass cup stood, sweeping the floors at 4:39 am. He hadn't slept, at all. The hail pounding against the windows was only now starting to drive him insane. He mindlessly swept, barely gripping onto the handle of the broom. He was beginning to space out, sweeping in one place. Just then, he snapped out of it, when he heard a unknown tired figure call out his name. As the figure stepped out of the darkness of the stairs, to OJ's relief it was just Paintbrush. The brush looked confused, looking directly at him.
"OJ? why're you up?" Paintbrush asked, making their way to the kitchen. "Uhm,, dunno." Was all OJ responded with, moving to another place to sweep. "Have you just woken up?" Paintbrush asked, looking back at him again. "I've been up all night." OJ muttered. "What did you say?" The brush grabbed themself a bottle of beer out the fridge, pouring themself a pretty large cup. ".couldn't sleep, been up all night." OJ said aloud this time. "Jeez, really?" The brush pulled out another cup, filling it up a bit less than the cup they had already.
OJ listened as the footsteps of the brush approached, turning around to face them. The brush just held out the less full cup to him. "Tried this before?". "No, only got it because you and a few other people I know drink it." OJ took the cup. "You don't have to, just uh,," Paintbrush scratched the back of their head. "Didn't want to do it alone?" OJ laughs a bit. "Hey- untrue!". OJ looked at the cup, before pressing it up to Paintbrushes, doing a small toast. The brush laughed, before downing the whole thing. "Good god.." was all the glass said, before taking a few sips of it, drinking about half of it.
OJ felt his mind clear a bit, as he sat down on the couch, the brush, already tipsy, stumbled back over to the kitchen, pouring themself a new cup. They came over with the bottle and the cup, sitting down beside the glass. "You're gonna get alcohol poisoning,." The glass muttered. "Nah,," Paintbrush managed to hear what OJ said, refilling his cup. "I.. don't need much more.". "Come onnn." The brush encouraged him, them downing their whole cup again. The cup took away Paintbrushes bottle, placing it on the side table, then their empty cup. Paintbrush didn't seem to care much, gently nudging OJs drink towards his mouth. The glass sighed, muttering a 'fuck it', before downing the whole cup, placing it on the side table aswell.
The dizzy brush hugged the now tipsy cup, pulling him over. OJ was lucky to have his cork in, turning around and hugging back. "You l-ook hic, preetty.. for a maaaan.." the brush tightly hugged the glass. "You look betterrr.," the glass responded, looking up at Paintbrush. Paintbrush laid back on the couch, dragging OJ along with them, basically snuggling him. "Doo ii?". Paintbrush got on top of OJ, beginning to peck him all over his face. "Quick moooves.." the glass dizzily laughed, quickly wrapping his arms around paintbrush again.
Eventually, after a few minutes, the tired brush laid their face down in OJs chest. "I llovee youu." Was all Paintbrush had to say, before completely passing out. OJ pulled them up further, laughing again, before murmuring a 'I love you too.'. He quickly passed out, having a comfortable feeling with the sleeping brush on top of him.
Sorry for slightly short thing I am tired wawawa.
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