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author: momentumn
translator: Ciffie
genre: angst, humor, oneshot
rating: PG/PG11/R
fandom: Deathstars
pairing: Whiplasher Bernadotte/ Cat Casino
disclaimer: I don’t own the boys and I don’t get paid for this, I’m only playing.
a/n: I don't know where's I get idea for this fic, but...this is it. Enjoy or not! ;)
My phone beeped as it received a new text message. It was already the fifth time in half an hour, and my phone had been beeping loud all morning. Cat looked at me, and especially my phone, with a murderous glare in his eyes. Despite all that, I answered to the message Skinny had sent me. In my opinion, Cat was just being unnecessarily jealous.
And obviously it was more polite to answer to the message than to not to. What’s more, we were having an incredibly funny text message conversation going on with Skinny, so that I just simply couldn’t stop in the middle of it. Even now I let out a little laugh because of the message.
“Do you have to?” Cat asked sourly.
Here we’d go again.
“What?” I asked as if I had no idea what he was talking about.
“Fuck it, Whip! All the weekend you’ve paid more attention to that phone than me! It’s a wonder you’re not writing text messages to whoever during sex already!”
“To Skinny. You’re being unnecessarily jealous.”
The cartoons on the TV -screen changed first to sports and then from sports to news, even though Cat wasn’t exactly watching anything on the machine.
“Fuck you!” Cat growled straightforward.
“If you were a woman, which is something I sometimes suspect, I’d say you’re with your periods, but since you’re not a woman, then what the hell is wrong with you?!”
Damn it, we were always fighting nowadays. It was already as a part of our everyday life, and life would’ve been dull without little disagreements.
“Nothing, you’re just annoying me on purpose!”
“I’m not even trying to annoy you, even though you are sexy when you get mad!”
A middle finger rose in front of me. Mostly it just amused me. My phone beeped again, but this time Cat was faster.
“Hey, I don’t read your messages either!” I protested but let it be.
Cat just smiled smugly as he opened Skinny’s message.
“What in these conversations of yours is supposed to be so interesting that you just can’t help but to answer to any of them?”
“Sorry, but I didn’t have time to read the message yet.” I snorted.
“Ha!” Cat shut off my phone and set it down on the living room table.
I protested by getting up from the sofa and marching out to the balcony for a smoke. I felt like slamming the balcony door closed, but the glass on it might’ve broken. I had, in fact, once managed to break it, and wouldn’t really want to do that again.
Cat walked in the balcony right when I had pulled the first breath of the cigarette. I was leaning to the railing and he came next to me.
“Why in the fuck are we always fighting?” He asked frustrated.
“I wonder why!” I blurted out rudely.
“I mean it, Whip, could we have a reasonable conversation?”
“That’s up to you!”
“Me?!”
“You’re the one who’s always nagging at me about everything!”
Cat kept quiet for a while… for once! I often wondered how in the rehearsal studio and on gigs everything went fine, but at home it was different. Why was I still living with him in the first place? I couldn’t leave either… I loved Cat too much, despite everything. And maybe he loved me too.
“But it’s still not only my fault.” Cat announced and I thought I heard a slightly offended tone in his voice.
Basically he was right.
“But you’re the one always starting the fights.”
I wouldn’t give in on this. Maybe it was exactly that, our biggest problem; we were both so god damned stubborn.
Cat kept quiet finishing his cigarette and stared into nowhere. I was looking at him.
Gods, I didn’t always want to fight with him. Should we go to a couple’s therapy? Fuck that, never!
“Okay, I admit, I’m the culprit to all our problems!” Cat said.
“You’re not -“
“Damn it, don’t you start that again!” Cat interrupted.
I raised my hands as a sign of surrendering, and shut my mouth. Cat smiled as he looked at me.
“If I try not to nag at you about everything, could you try not to annoy me?” He asked in a purely decent manner.
I thought about it a little. I wondered if he could do it. No, he surely couldn’t. It was too strongly a part of his character.
“Don’t bother promising something you can’t keep.” I said more harshly than I had meant to.
Cat stared down silently from the balcony.
“Fine then! Fuck all this! Just for once I was trying to do something right!” I left the balcony screaming.
I didn’t go after him, I didn’t say anything. This was, in fact, the way we always solved all our problems. I heard the front door slam shut. Yep, one of us always left for the bar. Usually it was me, though.
I walked back to the living room and opened my phone. I answered the message I got from Skinny right away:
“Sorry it took to answer, we had a fight again with Cat, nothing new… How in the hell have you ended up for a beer in Willy? That’s the worst place ever! But if you’re still there, I could come for a glass with you?”
translator: Ciffie
genre: angst, humor, oneshot
rating: PG/PG11/R
fandom: Deathstars
pairing: Whiplasher Bernadotte/ Cat Casino
disclaimer: I don’t own the boys and I don’t get paid for this, I’m only playing.
a/n: I don't know where's I get idea for this fic, but...this is it. Enjoy or not! ;)
My phone beeped as it received a new text message. It was already the fifth time in half an hour, and my phone had been beeping loud all morning. Cat looked at me, and especially my phone, with a murderous glare in his eyes. Despite all that, I answered to the message Skinny had sent me. In my opinion, Cat was just being unnecessarily jealous.
And obviously it was more polite to answer to the message than to not to. What’s more, we were having an incredibly funny text message conversation going on with Skinny, so that I just simply couldn’t stop in the middle of it. Even now I let out a little laugh because of the message.
“Do you have to?” Cat asked sourly.
Here we’d go again.
“What?” I asked as if I had no idea what he was talking about.
“Fuck it, Whip! All the weekend you’ve paid more attention to that phone than me! It’s a wonder you’re not writing text messages to whoever during sex already!”
“To Skinny. You’re being unnecessarily jealous.”
The cartoons on the TV -screen changed first to sports and then from sports to news, even though Cat wasn’t exactly watching anything on the machine.
“Fuck you!” Cat growled straightforward.
“If you were a woman, which is something I sometimes suspect, I’d say you’re with your periods, but since you’re not a woman, then what the hell is wrong with you?!”
Damn it, we were always fighting nowadays. It was already as a part of our everyday life, and life would’ve been dull without little disagreements.
“Nothing, you’re just annoying me on purpose!”
“I’m not even trying to annoy you, even though you are sexy when you get mad!”
A middle finger rose in front of me. Mostly it just amused me. My phone beeped again, but this time Cat was faster.
“Hey, I don’t read your messages either!” I protested but let it be.
Cat just smiled smugly as he opened Skinny’s message.
“What in these conversations of yours is supposed to be so interesting that you just can’t help but to answer to any of them?”
“Sorry, but I didn’t have time to read the message yet.” I snorted.
“Ha!” Cat shut off my phone and set it down on the living room table.
I protested by getting up from the sofa and marching out to the balcony for a smoke. I felt like slamming the balcony door closed, but the glass on it might’ve broken. I had, in fact, once managed to break it, and wouldn’t really want to do that again.
Cat walked in the balcony right when I had pulled the first breath of the cigarette. I was leaning to the railing and he came next to me.
“Why in the fuck are we always fighting?” He asked frustrated.
“I wonder why!” I blurted out rudely.
“I mean it, Whip, could we have a reasonable conversation?”
“That’s up to you!”
“Me?!”
“You’re the one who’s always nagging at me about everything!”
Cat kept quiet for a while… for once! I often wondered how in the rehearsal studio and on gigs everything went fine, but at home it was different. Why was I still living with him in the first place? I couldn’t leave either… I loved Cat too much, despite everything. And maybe he loved me too.
“But it’s still not only my fault.” Cat announced and I thought I heard a slightly offended tone in his voice.
Basically he was right.
“But you’re the one always starting the fights.”
I wouldn’t give in on this. Maybe it was exactly that, our biggest problem; we were both so god damned stubborn.
Cat kept quiet finishing his cigarette and stared into nowhere. I was looking at him.
Gods, I didn’t always want to fight with him. Should we go to a couple’s therapy? Fuck that, never!
“Okay, I admit, I’m the culprit to all our problems!” Cat said.
“You’re not -“
“Damn it, don’t you start that again!” Cat interrupted.
I raised my hands as a sign of surrendering, and shut my mouth. Cat smiled as he looked at me.
“If I try not to nag at you about everything, could you try not to annoy me?” He asked in a purely decent manner.
I thought about it a little. I wondered if he could do it. No, he surely couldn’t. It was too strongly a part of his character.
“Don’t bother promising something you can’t keep.” I said more harshly than I had meant to.
Cat stared down silently from the balcony.
“Fine then! Fuck all this! Just for once I was trying to do something right!” I left the balcony screaming.
I didn’t go after him, I didn’t say anything. This was, in fact, the way we always solved all our problems. I heard the front door slam shut. Yep, one of us always left for the bar. Usually it was me, though.
I walked back to the living room and opened my phone. I answered the message I got from Skinny right away:
“Sorry it took to answer, we had a fight again with Cat, nothing new… How in the hell have you ended up for a beer in Willy? That’s the worst place ever! But if you’re still there, I could come for a glass with you?”