Assorted Abominations Oneshots

Hundreds of warm bodies pressed up together to get as close to the stage as possible. A sea of long hair and dark band tees, waves of BO wafting in the air along with the occasional whiff of beer or a fruity vapor cloud. It wouldn’t be long before the headliner was on, the band that Skye had come to see. The other guys, quite frankly, were hot garbage and not what he had come for so he was ready to see his favorite band. He clutched his drink, a mango white claw (because they were fucking out of black cherry somehow?) in his hand, tapping his foot. 

He checked his phone again, noticing that the battery was on five percent. It seemed like Korn wasn’t going to be on for about another fifteen minutes, and Skye was not sure how he was going to wait that long. He felt like he was going to explode. Very rarely was he this excited, but it wasn’t every day he was seeing his favorite band live. He took a long drag off of his Juul®, blowing the vapor out of the side of his mouth.

“Hey,” came a voice beside him, waving aggressively to disperse the smoke. “Can you not blow your shit right in my face?”

The guy was around his age, pale and thin. Four rubber bracelets hung off his bony wrist, reminding Skye of a classic 2008 emo aesthetic. He had burgundy hair, the front of it dyed black and sitting on his forehead, almost in his eyes, which were a bright green. He held a mixed drink in his hand, and he was wearing a Three Days Grace shirt. Nice, thought Skye.

“My bad,” Skye said, then held out his Juul®. “Would you like some?”

The stranger blinked at him, still looking mildly annoyed, then shrugged and took the outstretched vape, taking a hit off of it before handing it back.

“Three Days Grace is dope. You ever seen them?” Skye asked. 

“A few times,” he said. “This is my first time seeing Korn, though.”

“Oh, shit, really?” Skye said, his eyes widening. “Korn is my all time favorite. I’ve seen them in concert twenty-seven times!” 

“Jesus,” the emo stranger deadpanned.

“Anyways, you’re in for a treat. My name’s Skye by the way,” he said, offering his hand to shake.

“Shinra,” the other responded, reaching out and reluctantly shaking hands. Skye noticed that his fingernails were painted black, in true classic emo fashion.

“Nice to meet you,” Skye said genuinely. “Wanna get drunk?”

By the time Korn was halfway through their set, Skye and Shinra were both absolutely striped, stumbling and holding each other to stay upright as they screamed Korn’s songs back at them. Skye had participated in the (very enthusiastic) mosh pit at the beginning, but as he got more and more cross eyed he decided maybe it was best that he take a break. While the guys were nice and would pick him back up if he fell, he knew it would ruin the fun for everyone if they had to stop and do it every few seconds. So, he and Shinra squeezed as close to the barrier as they could get, hammered and having the time of their lives.

“I love you, man!” Skye yelled, hugging Shinra’s neck so the sides of their faces were pressed together.

“I love you too bro!” Shinra screamed back over the music, and they both laughed and banged their heads.

“I’m gonna crowd surf!” Skye proclaimed when he was done with his next white claw, chucking it onto the ground with no hesitation. Shinra watched as he got the attention of a tall dude nearby, making a motion that indicated he wanted to go up on top of the crowd. The big guy nodded and grabbed Skye bridal style before hoisting him up.

Shinra watched transfixed as the crowd worked to keep him upright and move him towards the stage, most of them probably just trying to keep him from falling on their heads. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, his long red hair billowing out behind him and his hands outstretched towards Jonathan Davis, who paid him absolutely no mind.

Skye was able to get to the barrier, the security guards there trained to grab crowd surfers, and was safely deposited back onto the floor. He scurried sideways to rejoin the crowd, and Shinra watched with awe.

“Your turn!” the redhead proclaimed when he had made his way back to Shinra. 

“What? Me?” Shinra screamed back, putting a hand on his chest for dramatic effect.

“Yes! You gotta!”

He shoved Shinra towards the large guy, who grabbed him before he could protest. He was skinny, so the man lifted him with no issues, sending him up. Before Shinra knew what was going on he was on top of the crowd, being moved towards the front. His anxiety melted away as his adrenaline surged, and he shouted out in excitement.

As he neared the barrier, someone either stumbled or shoved him forward, and instead of moving slowly into the grip of the security guards, Shinra plunged forward, suddenly dropping to the ground just in front of the barrier. His head hit the concrete floor with a thud, although the sound was drowned out by the music (Shina, however, heard it loud and clear inside his head). Skye gasped and wormed his way through the throng of people to his friend, who was being reached for by a security guard. 

“Shinra!” Skye yelled. His new friend was being helped up by one of the security guards who had been on the other side of the barrier. He looked barely conscious and when he dazedly touched the back of his head where it had hit the ground, it came back red with blood. 

“He needs a medic!” said Skye, stating the obvious. He followed them through the crowd, the security guard basically dragging Shinra towards the medical tent in the back of the room. Korn continued to play on in the background, and normally he wouldn't miss them, but he felt a connection to the scrawny emo guy with the head trauma, and was worried about his well-being. He was at his side as they sat him down in the med tent and asked him questions to assess the damage. He knew where he was, who he was seeing, who the president was. 

They cleaned his head with antiseptic wipes. “Its not that bad, just a bump,” said the medic, his voice gruff. “Although you might want to still go to a clinic for a follow-up.” He bandaged Shinra, his new bandage wrapping around his forehead like some kind of headband. He touched it gingerly, his eyes coming back into focus. 

“You okay, dude?” Skye asked. Shinra looked up and seemed to realize for the first time that he was standing there. 

“Skye, you're missing the show!” he cried. Skye waved him off. “It's your favorite band!” 

“I’ve seen them twenty six times before. I had to make sure you're okay bro.” They looked into each other’s eyes, sparkles and roses in the background as the tension built between them. 

“Okay, you can leave my tent now,” the medic deadpanned.

Skye felt responsible for Shinra’s injury, since he had been the one to convince him to crowd surf. When the set had ended and people were filing out, the scrawny little goth rat bastard was still sitting with his back against the wall, pressing a bag of ice to his head that a bartender had given him. It was mostly water now, but he didn't seem to notice, his eyes glazed over as he stared at his shoes. 

“Hey man,” Skye said, reaching a hand out. “Show’s over. Let’s get outta here.”

Shinra looked up at him, his face blank. He took his outstretched hand and Skye easily pulled him to his feet. The redhead had sobered up, the adrenaline and worry making his heart work faster. Shinra, however, still seemed a little out if it, and with how skinny he was, it was no surprise that the drinks had affected him more. He stumbled, and Skye took that as his sign to prop him up and slowly make their way outside. 

“Did you drive here?” Skye asked. 

“Uber,” Shinra said, the word coming out as more of a groan as he shifted the ice pack. 

“Oh, good, me too. Let’s get you home then.”

“Okay,” Shinra whined, squeezing his eyes shut and letting Skye lead him out onto the pavement. It was late, but the city was still alive with the sounds of sirens, honking horns, and thumping bass from a nearby bar. Skye used his free hand to tap through the Uber app. 

“What’s your address?” Skye asked. The other male slurred out a reply, and Skye had to ask him to repeat himself a couple times. Finally, he was able to book an Uber, and the driver was on their way. He relayed this information to Shinra, who grunted and leaned more of his weight on Skye. 

The Uber ride was relatively short, and quiet. Shinra leaned his head on Skye’s shoulder, half-conscious. When they got to his apartment, he was a little more coherent, but Skye still stayed close to him in case he lost his footing. It took Shinra three tries to get the key into the lock, and then he fell forward into his door, simultaneously opening it and stumbling forward. Skye tried to stop him, but his arms met air and Shinra’s face met the carpet. 

“Mother fucker,” Shinra whined from the floor, snaking his arms underneath himself and trying to prop himself back up. 

“You okay?” Skye asked, helping him up. He blinked a few times then rubbed his head with his free hand.

“I’m good,” he said. “Who’re you again?”

“Skye,” he chuckled, leading Shinra to the couch before going back to shut the door. 

“Oh. Right,” Shinra said, his eyes locked on Skye as he moved around, taking in Shinra’s apartment. There were edgy posters on the wall, silly knickknacks on the bookshelf, and a bunch of dirty dishes, bowls, and cups on the coffee table. It was a bachelor pad without a doubt, and Skye felt right at home.

“Nice place you got here,” Skye said, standing in the center of the living room with his hands on his hips.

“Thanks,” Shinra said, rubbing the back of his head where the bump was. “Wanna sit down?”

“Is it cool if I grab some water first? We probably both need some…”

“Sure,” Shinra said, lifting an arm to point towards the kitchen as if Skye couldn’t figure out where it was. He prepared two glasses of tapwater, which he brought with him back to the couch, offering one to Shinra. 

They both drank their water in silence, Shinra looking more and more lucid as he drank. Skye was starting to think it might be time for him to head back home. His phone had died while they were in the Uber (he felt bad for not being able to leave a rating for the driver yet) and he was in an unfamiliar area of town with someone who was basically a stranger. Good thing he was a man, or this situation would be downright terrifying.

“Can I borrow a phone charger?” Skye asked, setting his empty cup on the coffee table with all of the others.

“Sure,” Shinra said, standing, a little unsteady on his feet but much better than he was half an hour ago. “Let me grab it.”

He walked across the room and into what Skye assumed was the bedroom, although it was dark inside and he couldn’t really make out any details. Shinra returned with a charger dangling from his hand, outstretched. Skye took it and looked around, finding a nearby outlet and plugging it into the wall. He waited for it to charge, sitting back on the couch as Shinra had done. 

They were silent, Shinra holding his water cup with both hands, hunched slightly over it, looking a bit like a wet kitten. Skye laughed at his own thought, and Shinra’s head snapped up.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, narrowing his green eyes.

“Nothing. Just cracking myself up.”

“Uh huh. Laugh at Shinra. He’s a big joke,” he whined, flopping backwards rather dramatically.

“Dude, chill out, I was just thinking that you looked like a wet kitten,” Skye said, realizing too late that it was not going to make things better by saying that out loud.

Shinra looked at him with large, wet eyes, frowning heavily. “What?!” He shouted, slamming his nearly empty water cup onto the table. “How dare you! I am not a soggy little bastard!”

That only made Skye laugh harder, doubling over and trying to catch his breath. 

“Don’t laugh at meeeee!” Shinra cried pathetically, like a soggy little bastard. “Just like all of the women in my life!”

Skye finally caught his breath, sitting up straight once more. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I get that. I can’t ever get girls either.”

“Oh, I get girls,” Shinra countered, aggressively poking Skye in the chest. “The last one just left me for no reason. I mean, look at me!” he cried, spreading his skinny arms wide.

Skye grinned. “Oh yeah, they’re totally missing out.”

Shinra opened his mouth to continue his tirade, then stopped, deflating slightly and looking back at Skye. “Wait, really?” he asked, his eyes wide as saucers.

Skye gulped, his mouth suddenly dry. “I mean, you’re really cool. We have the same taste in music so that’s pretty awesome. I also like your style, and your hair.”

“You think my hair looks cool?” Shinra asked, absolutely awestruck. Then his face changed, and he crossed his arms. “I mean, of course you do.”

A chuckle rumbled from Skye’s chest, and he pulled up his legs, wrapping his arms around them.

“I think you’re pretty cool too,” Shinra said finally, looking at Skye out of the corner of his eye. “With your long hair and your… your vibe, or whatever.”

Skye beamed, his sharp canines on full display. “You like my hair?” he asked, excitement evident in his voice.

“Yeah. How long is it, anyway?” Shinra asked.

“I’ll show you,” the other said, giddy as he undid his hair tie and unraveled his braid. When his hair was fully loose he flipped it sideways before pulling it front in all of its frizzy glory. It came down to about his mid-chest, and he was trying to grow it even longer. He posed with it down, and Shinra nodded approvingly.

“Very nice. I don’t see how you don’t get girls. You’re quite attractive.”

“You think so?” Skye asked, his brown eyes large and glittering brightly at the compliment.

“Yeah,” Shinra breathed, closer than he was a moment ago.

Their lips crashed together, aggressive and needy. Shinra ran his hands through Skye’s long hair, and Skye gripped onto Shinra’s waist, digging his nails in. He pulled the scrawny male closer until he was practically on top of him as their tongues battled for dominance. Shinra let out a low moan that made Skye shiver, the smaller male pulling on his hair and sending a tingle from his scalp down his spine. It was like they were dancing, their energy flowing into each other. Shinra ended up on top of Skye as they laid down on the couch, barely breathing as they continued touching, feeling, kissing.

“Shinra,” Skye whined as the smaller male kissed down his neck. He didn’t want this moment to end.

When Skye woke up in the morning, he wasn’t sure where he was. It was morning, he could tell by the light filtering through the blinds. He was half-clothed, groggy, and a little hungover.

A shuffle on the other side of the bed drew his attention, and he saw a swath of auburn hair above the covers. His memories came crashing back. Shinra. The concert. His phone.

Oh, right. It was probably charged by now. 

He pulled his clothes back on and made his way back into the living room where his phone was plugged in. It was at 100%. Nice. He unplugged it, then looked around for a piece of paper. When he found one, and a pen, he scrawled a note on it before leaving it on Shinra’s nightstand. Shinra was still asleep, snoring softly, his face peaceful and his mouth parted slightly. Skye smiled and pocketed his phone, heading out of the apartment.

Had a great night. Text me sometime. (xxx) xxx-xxxx Skye ♡