Queer Qrew: Oneshot Collection

⚠ ❝ Kids These Days ❞ ⚠

(A/N): Back at it again! We're focusing a bit on duos in the first part, kinda, since plot convenience. Ken and Barbie and those two gay ones. Don't mention errors, will sob.

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Delinquent!AU

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THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V

Blankets rustle senselessly for a few seconds, moving from the very side of the sofa bed to settle in the middle. All before going deathly still.

A head pops up from under the bundle, bleach blonde and faded purple dyed hair sticking up and shaped awkwardly.

"Man, I started thinking you were dead." A voice from above them drawls. Lavender opens their eyes blearily, naming the voice immediately, before blinking their eyes rapidly to rid them of the sleepiness.

"Same," They grumble, morning voice making them sound like they swallowed a pebble smoothie in one go.

Eyes trailing to inspect their surroundings, looking around the sofa bed, brows furrowing together as they saw not one, but three barren spots.

Carefully getting up from their laying position, legs in a 'V' position, they twist their upper torso strangely to face the only other one they've heard from.

"Before you ask, I don't fuckin' know either, I've only been up for an hour and a half." Felix interrupts, raising their palm in front of them to stop the other.

"Oh, my FRI-"

"Lav, no," Felix interrupts once again, walking off from where he was lounging over the sofa's backrest to walk off into their barely-kitchen. "They'll probably be back in an hour or two, they never leave for longer if they didn't say where they'd go."

The eldest opens their mouth, closing it again immediately when no words came out. They breathe in deeply and purse their lips, calming themself before standing up and running their whole face with their open palms.

"Dapat lang..." Tagalog words slip out from sleep-chapped lips, as they more often do around the only other who can understand their mother tongue.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, go eat."

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"This feels dangerous."

"Pussy"

Charlie's mock-offended face turns to glare at the other, who only responds with a mischievous grin and an almost evil cackle.

"We'll be fiiine," Mark says in faux reassurance, waving their hand dismissively. "All we have to do is not get noticed, easy."

"But it's a whole gang, even I'm cautious." Charlie adds, worriedly sneaking a peak into their target territory before raising an eyebrow to the brunet.

"Besides, why not bring the other two then? At least to stay slightly behind to keep watch?" He questions, referring to the older members of their little group.

"Uh- they're-..." Hazel eyes dart in every direction as their body stiffens, fingers twitching, clearly trying to find a reason.

"AH-HAH!" Charlie laughs, an accusatory finger shooting barely an inch away from the other's shoulder, "YOU'RE JUST GAY!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP." The younger retaliates, spinning on his heel to cover his ears childishly, cheeks tinting a bright red.

"Awww, this is such a romantic date, Marky-Warky." Charlie mocks, hands clasping together and swooning in an exaggerated manner, body wiggling like a worm flicked with salt.