Person A: *spills something on them* Oh, fuck me.
Person B: Trust me, *smirks* I've been trying for months now
Person A: *three different endings*
1: A smiles and rolls their eyes, refilling their drink
2: A throws the glass at B
3: A grips the glass so hard it shatters.
Read on to figure out what I chose
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Anxiety walked into the kitchen, casual as usual, unsurprised to find Roman there, looking at himself in a hand-held mirror. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet before proceeding to pour himself some orange juice. Going to head back to his room, he accidentally bumped into a wall, which caused the orange juice to spill all over his jacket.
"Oh, fuck me." Virgil grumbled. He turned around when he heard a small giggle. Princey had put his mirror down, as he had heard Virgil's barely audible complaint. He smirked as he said:
"Trust me, I've been trying for months now."
Glass shattering was heard. A book was thrown, a yelp of pain following it. Anxiety swiftly left for his room.
Roman was going to have a hard time explaining the glass pieces, his bloody nose and black eye to Thomas, Patton and Logan.
Done! Please, tell me what you think! Bye now!
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Prinxiety Oneshots
FanfictionOneshots inspired by @Drunk-Hamilton OTP Imagines and others. Need I say more? Cover not mine. This also goes for my other story.
