one good thing | second squad/reddit crew oneshots

protective (FPSkwite)

(are any of y'all interested in the misfits and friends? I've been really into them recently and have a few oneshots abt them in a diff book.

Anywhore here u go GacyGirl13 )

"Are you a fucking faggot or something?" A man was towering over Kwite. He was way taller, holding a beer bottle, clearly drunk. Kwite hadn't even been doing much, perhaps a bit flirty but that was it. He quivered, backed against the wall. "Fucking say something." He shouted.

"Hey!" Diesel shouted, stepping towards the two. The man looked at him. "Back the fuck off."

"What? You his boyfriend or something?" He snorted. Diesel scowled at him.

"What if I am?" He challenged, stepping closer. The guy scoffed, but stepped back. Diesel raised his eyebrow and the other guy rolled his eyes, but retreated back into the crowd.

Diesel turned back to Kwite, still leaned against the wall.

"Are you alright?" He asked quietly. Kwite nodded, standing up straighter.

"Yeah, thanks." He muttered. "You didn't have to say we were together." His voice was so quiet Diesel could barely hear him. He was blushing so red, thankful for the dark lights of the bar they were at.

"Oh. I just wanted to get him to leave." He replied. "Sorry if it made you uncomfortable."

"No! No, it's fine." Kwite reassured him. "I'm gonna go now, I have to uh..." He pointed at the crowd, before slipping away.

•

Kwite stumbled into his hotel room, fumbling with the door. Diesel sat up from his bed, looking over at him.

"Hey." Kwite said loudly. He slammed the door shut.

"Hey?" Diesel greeted back. Kwite tripped on his way to his bed, letting out a loud squeak before falling face first. "You're drunk." He confirmed.

"J-just a bit..." He held up his finger and thumb with a small space in between. Diesel shook his head.

"You're underage." Diesel stated. How the fuck did he even get his hands on alcohol?

"Okay, dad. It's just a little." He mumbled. He laid still for a minute, his face buried into his cover. Then he sat up suddenly. "I'm gonna puke." He said, before standing up and running to the bathroom.

Diesel cringed at the noise of Kwite heaving over the toilet bowl. He stood up, opening the bathroom door and looking at the mess that was Kwite. His arms were resting on the toilet bowl, his chin on his hand. Diesel sat on the floor next to him and felt his eyes trail over him.

"I love you." It came right out of the blue. The silence of the bathroom made it sound louder than it was. Kwite hummed after he uttered the words, staring down Diesel, who's cognitive function seemed to have stuttered for a moment.

"Yeah, love you too, man." He replied, looking away from Kwite.

"No, like... Not. Not like that." Kwite said. He moved himself off the toilet bowl, leaning against the wall instead. "Like... Love kinda love." He paused. "Ya feel me?"

"Kwite, you're drunk." Diesel mumbled. Kwite felt his heart sink. Not drunk enough to forget that.

"R-right." He'd turned red. He stood up, Diesel followed him. He felt sober now, but still stumbled a bit when leaving the bathroom. Tears were pricking his eyes as he nearly ran to his bed, flopping down on top of the covers and burying his head into the pillow.

•

Kwite woke up with a headache the next morning. He let out a groan, flipping from his front onto his back.

"What the fuck?" He said, looking down at his fully clothed body. He still had his shoes on.

"Morning. You hungover?" Diesel asked. Kwite's eyes widened as he thought back to last night.

"Maybe." He replied. He sat up, rubbing his forehead with a frown. "I'm getting a shower." He announced, to which Diesel nodded.

"We're going out later, to a club or something. You coming?" Diesel asked. Kwite paused. Despite his pounding headache and need to sleep for hours more, his desire to forget how he embarrassed himself last night was greater and he agreed.

Kwite's plan for tonight was to get drunk (again) and probably hook up with somebody. Maybe he'd even find a partner so he could forget about his stupid crush on Diesel. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

They walked to the club together as a group, but it seemed as soon as they got inside everyone dispersed. Ani, Aksel and Alex sat inside a booth, Hoover hit the bar, sliding his fake ID over the table, Henry and Brandon immediately were fucking around on the dancefloor. Which left Kwite and Diesel stood together. An awkward silence lingered and Kwite slid away, to the bar at the other side of the club. The same as Hoover, he had a fake ID. Which was dangerous and illegal and whatever. It's no cheap shit, he paid good money for it and it's never been declined before. And it wasn't tonight, quickly enough he had a drink in his hand and was weaving his way through a crowd.

Diesel sighed, watching Kwite leave. He knew he remembered what he had said last night. If only they could talk, Diesel thought he could fix things. Kwite was being downright awkward.

Diesel spotted the short boy, talking to a girl. She was laughing, and he seemed happy enough. Still, the worry about Diesel was in the back of his head.

"Can we talk?" Diesel said, tapping his shoulder.

"Can it wait?" He replied, raising an eyebrow.

"No." Diesel said, pulling him away to the doors. It was way quieter outside, the cool air was a nice change from the sweaty club.

"The fuck did you do that for?" Kwite spat.

"We should talk. About what you said last night." Diesel muttered, leaning on the metal railing. "Were you... Did you mean it?"

"Yeah. I was drunk but sober enough to know what I was saying." Kwite replies. He couldn't meet Diesel's eyes, instead he leaned back against the wall and stared straight ahead.

"Kwite, you know I love you but I dont-" Kwite cut him off.

"I know, I know. You don't swing that way." He said bitterly. Diesel stayed silent. "And I'll get over it, I will." He glanced up at his friend, one of his best friends, and gave a weak smile.

"Kwite, I'm really sorry." Diesel said.

"It's okay, Diesel, it's okay." He stared at him for a moment, before moving away from the wall and retreating back into the club before Diesel could see the tears begin to fall. He should've known not to fall for a straight boy.