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peter shoots awake in his shitty ahh apartment at 9 am, sweating like crazy and sobbing. he rubs his eyes and gets out of bed and goes to his bathroom to shower.
despite being like 25 or smth he's still kinda hung up on gwen's death. he still has nightmares about the incident and that night was no different.
after showering he walks to his closet and puts on a weezer shirt and jeans. 'i look so professional fr' peter thinks to himself 'not like it matters when im a fucking pizza delivery guy.'
peter walks back into his bathroom and brushes his teeth and hair, also washing his face in the process.
"time for another un-eventful day at work making minimum wage" peter says as he walks out his apartment door.
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gojo wakes in his nice ass nyc penthouse with tear tracks running down his face.
he had just gotten dumped (as in killed him) by his baddie boyfriend again and is NOT taking it well. after that event he decided to go on spiritual journey to new york of all places.
he looks over at his bedside table and reads his alarm clock, its currently 11:30 am. he decides to finally sit up and go to his bathroom and take a bath in his big ass bathtub.
"time for an un-eventful day of crying over my dead baddie boyfriend, maybe i can get a drink tonight" gojo mumbles to himself as he undresses and gets in the tub.
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it was now 10pm and peter was walking back to his apartment when he spots a sign for a bar. he didnt plan to go in patrol that night because of how shitty his day had been so he decided to go in and drown all his sadness out and get drunk asf and maybe bring someone home.
as he walks in he see's an interesting looking guy sitting at one of the stools. the man had white hair and a white blindfold on, he had what was probably whiskey in his glass.
peter decided that he had to shaboink this man.
he walks over and orders a double whiskey, which he brings with him as he sits next to the sad looking man.
"hey, you looked upset so i thought id come brighten your day," peter says, not really knowing how to start up a conversation.
"ok" gojo replies dryly.
'this guy istg' peter says to himself. he had absolutely ZERO conversation skills and his guy wasnt making it any easier for him. "so um, whats got you upset?" peter says.
"um, i had to kill my absolute BADDIE of a boyfriend a few days ago," gojo says as he looks at peter, taking a sip of his drink.
"oh damn, that must suck" peter says, "i had to watch my baddie girlfriend die a few years ago and im still caught up on that, so we twinning fr."
gojo chuckled, "yeah i guess we are, hey do you maybe wanna like go back to my place?" gojo asks.
'YES I DIDNT FUMBLE THE BAG' peter thinks to himself, "um yeah sure why not," peter replies nonchalantly.
they both get up and go to gojo's penthouse and do the hokie pokie all night.
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the next day peter wakes up in gojo's bed, getting out of it and putting his clothes back on. he decides to at least write a note.
it reads: 'hey man thanks the awesome-tastic night last night ;) text my bbg my number is 123-456-7890' "perfect," peter says to himself as he leaves in next to gojo on the bed and leaves.
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it had been a week since that moment and peter has felt like absolute dookie since. hes been throwing up a lot more than he should and his chest has been a bit bigger, almost like he has boobies now. after narrating that peter freezes. 'hold up bro, do NOT tell me im..pregnant.' he thinks to himself. on his way home that day he stops by the drugstore and picks up a pregnancy test.
as soon as he gets home he opens the box, and pisses on the test.
after awhile peter sees that its positive.
"FUCK MAN," peter yells, definitely pissing off his landlord. "i gotta tell gojo bro."
gojo had been sending him random ahh cat pictures so he just texted him,
"hey dude, so um can we like meet up somewhere?" peter types, pressing send.