One-shots

Kross Au Drabbles (Mass Post + A/N)

hhh...hey guys. it's been forever since i've posted anything in this fuckass place.

some updates; i no longer really post here, if you couldn't tell. but i'm VERY VERY active on Tumblr, and post almost all my fics now on Archive of Our Own. because. A03 is just. superior in every way, really.

i actually don't have really any fics that i've updated though since i last wrote. it's a been a long time since i've sat down to write and create like i used to before i got into college.

but! i do have plenty of drabbles to share! little short stories, all of them having to do with kross! because yes, kross is still and always will be, my otp.

i'm actually really incredibly rusty with this, uhm. i'm not used to posting on wattpad anymore, i feel like i've grown up now too much to really use wattpad anymore, but i can at least show you guys one last handful of series before i officially close this page down and everything here begins to gather dust.

so, i present to you, all the drabbles i've written over the last year.

A Little Talk - [Apocalyptic Au (Proximity)]

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"have you ever thought about dying?"

cross could barely hear it over the dying crackle of the fire, and even that was quiet. for a moment he wasn't sure if killer was talking to him.

his smaller partner shifted, sitting up on his sleeping bag to look at cross. "have you?"

cross thought over his words carefully. "...in what way?"

killer glanced away, at the buildings in the distance. his fingers twisted in the ratty fabric of his sleeping bag, a nervous tick of his.

"....yanno..."

cross didn't know. but killer didn't expand on it, or explain, simply waiting for cross to understand, but he couldnt figure this one out. most methods of dying were eliminated, the only thing left to really die from is time, or sickness.

"have you ever thought about it?" killer asked again, and cross frowned, slowing down his packing to really think about it. the immediate answer would be no.

"I have," killer said. "I tried it once."

cross felt a prickling feeling at his neck, the kind of awkwardness that comes from discomfort and realization.

"I think I was sixteen? just got my license, took my mom's Chevy for a spin."

cross's movements slowed to a stop, his attention drawn to killer. there was a faraway look in his eyes, his soul barely moving as he waved directionlessly through the air.

"it was the first time I was sat at a railroad crossing. i felt a really strong urge to just floor it and get on the tracks."

"why didn't you?" he asked it before he could think, his own voice startling him. killer flashed him a grin, "I thought about how furious my mom would be that her car got fucked up. it wasn't worth it."

cross stared at Killer, silent, his brow creased at the idea. there was a faintly bitter taste in the back of his throat, his mood souring at the thought that one of the major factors contributing to their companionship was killer refraining from suicide simply because his parent would be mad about collateral. the thought irked him.

killer huffed a laugh, shaking his head, "what about you? anything similar? got any stories?"

quite a few, cross almost said. there'd been a few times in his life when it was a fleeting thought, when he'd held receipts in his clenched fist as if it would erase his purchases, when he'd called up friends to have an excuse to avoid his home and face the contents in his closet. but the words shriveled as they formed and he only shrugged in the end.