Random little one-shots/ headcanons

Papa IV Oneshot p.1

"Oh God," you grumbled, stretching from your too short nap. You turned your head to look at the dark grey clock on the wall. '3:24. Oh fuck, I need to call Soraya,' you thought to yourself. Slowly peeling yourself off the pleather loveseat in the living room, you grabbed the phone from off the coffee table. Your phone read: '6 Messages from Plaque Psoriasis 👺, Two Missed Calls from Plaque Psoriasis 👺.'

"Oh no. Oh Jesus." You tapped on the missed call notifications, calling Soraya. You sat on the edge of your sofa, bouncing your right leg. After the second ring, Soraya picked up. "Oh my God, dude. Where have you been and what have you been doing that's more important than answering me?" "I'm sorry, Sora, I knocked out on the sofa like two hours ago after I came home. Again, I'm sorry." She sighs, saying, "Whatever, it's fine. As long as you're ready to go in thirty minutes, I'm not complaining. But, seeing as we're already on the phone, wanna look for outfits together? I think I have an idea of what I'm wearing for the concert tonight."

You answered with a yes, switching the call to a video call, propping your phone on your dresser to let your best friend watch you run around looking for a specific shirt. "Oh yes! I found it, Yaya!!" "Oooh let me see!" You held up a black tee that had Papa Nihil with two snakes beside his head. Before Soraya could respond, you threw the tee shirt on your bed, looking for a pair of army green, ripped jeans you were saving for that night. After finding the pants, you grabbed a pair of socks, and your white Nike Court Vision lows. You quickly told Sora that you would be taking a quick shower before hanging up.

The quick shower consisted of shaving your legs and armpits, washing your body thoroughly and cleaning your skin. You towel off your chest, legs and lower region before putting on a matching black sports bra and panty set. You put your outfit on, sprayed your thick, dark, curly hair with water before putting some product in and putting some concealer, chapstick and highlighter on, you did a once-over making sure you looked approachable.

Checking the time, you put on your shoes, grabbing your small black bookbag, wallet, house keys, and made sure you had your ID before stepping out of your apartment and locking the front door. You made it halfway down the stairs before remembering, "Oh shit, my phone!" After running back up the stairs and retrieving your phone, you continued down the stairs to meet Sora sitting in her car waiting for you.

Opening the passenger side door, you spoke "Hey, I hope you weren't waiting long." She looks over to you, watching you put your seatbelt on before driving out of the complex. "Oh yeah, no, I got here just as you went back up for whatever you forgot." 

"You saw that?!" 

"Yeah," she chuckles, "I saw the panic in your eyes too." She glances over to you with a grin. You sigh, rolling your eyes before her grucifix earrings caught your eyes. You see she's wearing black distressed skinny jeans with rips on her thighs, a grey DIY crop top muscle tee with the Ghost logo written in bleach, maroon Doc Martens that surprisingly match the logo's color, with her usual gold necklace and random bracelets that she's been collecting for years.

"Ooh, okay, I see the fit. Damn mami, you look fine as hell." You complimented her. She giggles, saying "Thanks, papi chulo, I look this good just for you." She winks. You both laugh as you get on the highway ramp towards the city the concert was being held. Once you had calmed down, you looked at the clock reading 4:17.

"Oooh okay, so we still have quite a few hours until the concert starts," You look at her, "Wanna get dinner really quickly before we have to fight our way to the barricades?" Almost immediately after you offered, she dramatically grabs her shirt right above her heart with her right hand. "Oh, you bastard. How the hell did you manage to read my mind?" 

"I have no fucking clue but I'm really fucking hungry and I want Taco Bell." You cuss.

"Bitch. You bet your fucking ass I want Taco Bell. I'm pretty sure there's a Taco Bell a couple streets away from the arena, we can walk there after we park, okay?"

"God, Yes! Abso-fucking-lutely."

"Awesome."