Demolition Lovers

10. Shotgun

Soooo

It's 4/20-

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⚠️warnings⚠️
- smoking (whole chapter ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

|Angel Bones|

I slowly open my eyes, lifting my head from the table. Still half asleep, I look around the room, at the other three killjoys passed out at the booth. I reach up, rubbing sleep from my eyes, before reaching up and running a hand through my hair.

I need coffee...

I climb over the back of the booth, and make it halfway to the kitchen, before I realize...

We don't have coffee.

I sigh, moving to the front door and stepping outside into the desert air. The sky had started changing colors, bright shades of pink and orange and I can still feel the chill in the air from the night prior.

I lean against the wall, a few feet from the door, just staring into the desert. The door creaks open and someone steps out, but I'm to lost in thought to care.

Footsteps draw close to me as a shiver runs through my body. A weight drops on my shoulders, drawing my attention over to whoever stands next to me.

My eyes meet Fun Ghouls familiar gaze and I immediately turn away. He chuckles lightly beside me, turning his eyes to the desert sky as well. I slowly reach up, adjusting his vest over my shoulders and settling back against the wall.

"Mornin' to you too, Angel," he says, smiling and leaning his head back against the wall. I turn to him, avoiding his eyes, instead looking at the scorpion tattoo on his neck. "Morning Ghoul," I reply with a smile of my own.

It stays silent for a moment, as he slowly pulls a cigarette from his pants pocket, followed by a lighter. I watch from the corner of my eye as he lifts it to his lips, flicking on the lighter and shielding the flame from the light breeze in the air.

He drops the lighter back in his pocket, leaning his head back and taking a long drag. He blows out the smoke slowly, a light cough rattling his body, making me turn to look at him in concern. The smoke finally hits me, and it definitely isn't cigarette smoke.

He comes down from his cough and moves to hand me the not cigarette. It isn't until then that I realize, that's definitely not a cigarette. "Ghoul," I say seriously, he hums, still holding it out towards me.

"Are you passing me a blunt right now?" I ask, a light smile ghosting over my lips. "Yeah, ya know, puff puff, pass?" He giggles, "dude-" I barely get it out, before he's pulling it away from me, "don't want it? Fine, more for me." He smirks, "wha- now you know that's not what I was gonna say," I whine slightly.

"Nope, you made yourself clear, more for me," his smirk seems to grow. "C'mon, you can't tease me, you gotta share," I nearly beg.

He nods, "ya know what, you're right." He states, stepping in front of me, backing me up against the wall. My eyes widen and I look up at him, he moves as if to hand me the small blunt in his hands, before holding it above me where I can't reach.

"Aw, c'mon Ghoul!" I shout, reaching for the weed. "Alright, alright fine," he lowers it and I reach for it. "Nope," he giggles, smirking. What is he planning?-

He pulls the blunt back up to his lips, taking a hit and pulling it away. I stand confused as he holds it in, rather than exhaling. "Okay showoff, my turn now?" I ask, reaching for it, expecting him to release his puff and finally pass me the weed.

He shakes his head, still holding in smoke and taps his lips lightly. I feel my face heat up as I realize what he wants. "O-oh..." I trail off, mentally scolding myself for the stutter. He takes note of that and releases the smoke.

He clears his throat, moving back from me, "sorry..." he trails off, holding the partially smoked blunt out to me. I didn't say no...

I look up at him, meeting his eyes, "I didn't say no, Ghoul." I state quietly, "oh?" He asks, eyes brightening as the smirk makes its way back onto his face. He slowly draws the blunt back to his lips, pulling in a long drag.

He lowers the weed, stepping a little closer to me again, resting a hand on my waist as his other arm holds him propped against the wall. He lowers his face down to mine, drawing closer, until our faces are barely centimeters apart.

He gently leans forward, tapping his lips against mine, sending me glare that says: "angel, this works a little better when you cooperate," like he's said countless times in other situations. I giggle quietly and separate my lips, he leans close enough for our lips to brush and blows out the smoke, allowing me to inhale. A small click from beside us, goes unnoticed.

He pulls away, unexpectedly red faced as I slowly blow the smoke away. He watches, smiling gently. When we make eye contact he clears his throat and takes another hit of the halfway finished blunt between his fingers, before passing it to me.

When I pass it back to him, he puts it out, shoving it back into his pocket. "Imma save the rest, dunno if we'll ever find more," he chuckles lightly. I smile, as he moves back beside me on the wall.

We stand like that for a few moments, before he's in front of me again, arms on the wall on either of my head. Our faces are once again, barely centimeters apart and he continues to slowly lean closer to me, until he's right next to my ear.

"I miss you, ya know..." he whispers, leaning his head on my shoulder. "You see me everyday Ghoul," I giggle.

"That's not what I'm saying," he breathes out, I stay quiet, slightly confused. "I miss you." He states once more, his breath fanning against my neck. "Before the raid with Y/K/Ns group, I miss when you were mine. My Angel."

My breathing hitches slightly and I turn my face away from him. "I-" and right as I start to speak, a loud thud on the ground in front of the porch.

I look around the Killjoy in front of me and see Y/K/N on the ground. "Holy shit..." I whisper, pushing Fun Ghoul slightly out of the way (bros before hoes) "Y/K/N?!" I rush over to her.

I look up to Ghoul, "we'll finish talking later, help me get her inside." He nods slowly, rushing to help me carry her in.

We get her inside, just as Jet and Kobra wake up. (Omg, perfect timing, almost as if someone were just coming up with this whole event on the fly-) They quickly stand from the booth when they realize what happened and Jet opens the door to the medical room for us, Poison wakes up to the sound of the door hitting the wall and quickly moves from the small hospital bed.

We set her down, allowing Jet Star to examine her. "She needs stitches. Bad." He states, pointing to a cut at least two inches long, starting in the curve of her elbow.

"Do we even have the equipment for that?" I ask, looking around at the other killjoys.

Everyone thinks for a moment, before Party Poison speaks up. "No, but I know someone who does."

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Keep in mind, some of the smoking bit may be incredibly inaccurate, I myself don't smoke-
However (comma) all of my friends are massive stoners-
I am simply going off of experience from them-

Word count includes the A/Ns throughout-