Friendship is Self-inset College AU Crossover

Sunset sighed and tugged at her leather jacket’s coat sleeve, “Is cool, I’ll just… you know… do my Rainbooms thing.”

Justice frowned, and stood to his feet, looking like he wanted to either hug Sunset, plead her case for joining the band, go on a tirade, or most likely do all three at once, as per his-her usual idiom.

“Sunny,” Aria began, “we’re not going to say ‘no’ to a guitar player—”

“Sexy guitar player,” Justice pointed out.

Sunset’s face burst into a flaming smile accompanied by a generous heaping of mirthful laughter.

Adagio shot a small scowl at Justice, “Your wife loves you, this battle was won for everyone before it started, Aria doesn’t need—”

“Sexy guitar player,” Aria corrected. “Thanks, dude.”

Adagio pointed at the laughing couple who had collapsed unto her bed, Justice managing a thumbs-up. “You know that only encourages that sort of behavior, dolt. Also, stop having meetings in my bedroom.”

Sonata gave Adagio a pout and batted her eyelids exactly twice, “Your bedroom is the only clean room in the house. The goat has taken over the living room and we’re all too proud of his initiative to take it back right away, though his lack of thumbs means the clutter remains. Aria, Sunset, and Justice have some sort of unstoppable and delicious ‘half-drunk cup, can, and bottle army’ going. My room is covered with beanie babies in case the market bounces back, or at least until I release them back into the wild as my bean-based army of cuteness with paring knives attached. The kitchen is-” Sonata glanced at Sunset and Justice “-a lot cleaner than usual but still a home for filth and Charry, the black, flaky oven coating. No one has room for all their art projects in their space. Aria hates hampers. Sunset is the only person other than you who has the time of day for fitted sheets. The space around Justice seemingly fills with snack-food the longer he remains in it. Sunset’s organization system is the floor (thanks for that one Justice).

Justice gave a double thumbs-up with an arm that was less-than-playfully punched by his angrily smirking wife. Her less-than-vicious assault was met with a mouthed ‘ow!’

“Justice’s organization system is any flat surface above the ground!”

Justice glared at Sunset only to find his smiling wife covering her eyes with a hand and pointing at Sonata.

“And Aria and I leave entire finished lego projects where we think people might step on or run into them because we’re evil!”

Aria nodded, “And we’ve all resigned ourselves to our fates.”

“Sunset and I are working on improving ourselves!” Justice pointed out to a single, serious nod from Sunset.

The trio of sirens drizzled glowers on their lovers.

“Save that shit for when you’re done which college,” Aria said.

“Denied!” exclaimed Justice.

“No! Super denied.” Super echoed Sunset. “Believe it or not we’re quite a bit annoyed we just leave our shit everywhere!”

Justice nodded.

"Also, requesting less lego buildings in the hallway in front of our door and the main bathroom, Team Hates Feat!" Sunset added, glaring serrated daggers at Aria.

Justice chose Sonata as the recipient of his glower. "I accidently Godzillia'd a replica of Tokyo and do not feel particularly great about it." He smirked. "Though, the terrified screams were a nice touch."

Sonata grinned at Justice and took both his hands into hers. "You're sending me some wildly mixed signals."

Aria inhaled deeply and exhaled. She turned towards Adagio. “Look, we’re collectively sorry we’re all Team Spaz members except for you.”

“Yes, my lucky break for being the only one without a truckload of disorder,” Adagio answered dryly.

The rest of the group exchanged glances.

“Who wants the first nymphomaniac line?” Aria asked.

Sunset’s hand shot up, Justice's mouth opened to speak, and Sonata grinned wide as she sashayed to stand between Justice and Sunset.

“That was a lie, you horny, hypocritical sluts,” Adagio said, her eyes narrowing. “And also a test you all either passed or failed depending on how honest you’re willing to be with yourselves.”

“You were the one claiming to have no disorders!”

“Justie-hun, be less honest,” requested Adagio.

“Bae!” Sunset shouted. “Do not make out like you’re some neurotypical model of emotional health, you bipolar, spite-driven ass-clown.”

Adagio grit her teeth, “Justice, be less honest, more vocal, and take up spousal beating as a hobby to your kettle of a wife.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Sunset exclaimed as her husband collapsed into a pile of guffaws. “Sonata,” she said as she reached out for her ‘Nata-baby’s thigh, “please cover us with a sheet because of how dead we’re going to be when our lungs give out.”

“Fuck you!” Sonata said, her face turning serious. “I saw that sheet first! I’m keeping it. I’ll go full Chief and pillow smother you both before you get that sheet!”

“No more One Flew Over the Coocoos Nest in my bed!” Adagio motioned to the brass door exit to her room. “There are other beds for you all to play Film Foreplay on.”

Aria folded her arms across her chest. “Rad, did you miss the part where we asked you to be in the fucking band?!”

Sunset chortled and sat up, “No! I just wanted to hear a bit more than, ‘we need a good-looking guitar player’ and ‘we need a soprano’ for that fucking matter!”

Aria threw her hands up in the air and leaned in close. “We want a great soprano and a kick-ass guitar player, Red.” She pointed at Justice while staring directly into Sunset’s turquoise eyes. “Plus, he has a lot of range.”

Sonata slinked behind her two lovers on the bed and covered Justice’s azure eyes with her hands, “Hehe, you have more vocal range than me!” Sonata leaned her head upside-down in front of Justice’s face, her teeth suddenly turning 100% shark and her. “Give me your voice box!” she demanded, punctuating her statement with a smile and a wink.

Justice recoiled in a Sunset Shimmer direction momentarily then managed a breathy smile back.

Sonata tilted her head to focus intense indigo eyes on Sunset, “Also, I was going to punch ‘Dagi in her vag, in her sleep, if she left you out.”

Adagio sighed heavily, “Please shut up—"

“Never!”

“— I’m enjoying the new open-door policy for the most part.”

The laughter from Team ‘Not Your G-damn Bed!’ increased.

Adagio groaned and placed fingertips against her forehead. “I suppose you were going to help Sonata?”

“..Make popcorn before I watch the vag punching?” Aria offered.

“Just once! Dubs-tee-eff, Ari!”