these two genuinely have the most gorgeous eyes in the group...

smii7y: excuse me... there's fanfics about that man

MORE SELF-INDULGENT BLINKIE BULLSHITTTT because i need to get back into things . Made most of these while watching pezzy and smii7y lol

f2u .. ^o^ ~

John and Aruuu go to a gay bar to wind down. They hadn't expected Smitty (the known token straight of the friend group) to be there, and already tipsy by the time they had arrived. Smitty was (unnaturally) extremely shocked at their arrival, and was fidgety upon seeing them.

They take their seats at the table Smitty had taken, originally thinking they were allowed to, despite Smitty's (uncharacteristic) insistence of the two turning to occupy a different table instead. Aruuu takes her seat across Smitty. Before John took his seat beside Smitty, she whispered in his ear that she suspects something was not right. They both know Smitty doesn't enjoy alcohol days before an important event.

After enough drinks to render them drunk, John and Aruuu began to engross themselves in conversations; particularly of games and future activities. Smitty had fallen silent, but both had not noticed; that was, until John turned to him to ask for an opinion.

John grabs his hand and excuses them. He drags Smitty outside of the bar, to which Smitty had been fighting with an excuse to use the bathroom. John voices his concern, his odd behaviour, and Smitty confesses that he had been drinking his mind away to stop thinking about his love for John. An emotional confession ensues.

John tells Smitty, "Leave me alone, dear, I need to do work!"

Smitty continuously tugs him back to the bed. "No, it's cuddle time, not work time."

Add-ons:

They switch. Sometimes, John is the person who is tugging Smitty back for a cuddling session.

They have been separate for a long time, increasing their desire for physical contact.

John secretly likes the desperation and eventually falls for it. he tells himself that work can wait for another day (it can't.)

Blond hair, pale eyes, strong muscles. Wearing nothing but a black tank top and cargo pants, relaxing on the wide couch in the late hours of the night, presumably finished his gym routines and is resting before a shower. I was seventeen, spreading jam on bread as dinner. His friend, too, was making his simple meal at the dinner table, making jokes that I'd laugh at.

When my gaze lingered on him, my heart was pulling me towards him. Fish to bait, moth to flame. Such an insatiable desire to be conquered by a man who I'd known for very little time.

I crawled onto the couch, and my palms slowly started to cross into the territory of his lap, asking permission. He assumed I wanted something inappropriate, which I immediately dismissed with shock and disbelief. I explained my want of a safe place to lie my head, to whiz away into slumber, and I saw the tension on his face melt away. Has he never experienced a daughter before? Did I call him "dad" when he allowed me to slip onto his body? Did I kiss his forehead in gratitude?

His chest was as warm as a summer's day. In real life, this heat would make me sweat in minutes. I bury my face between his pecs, sighing, stress leaving my body like the ebbing of the ocean.

I hear him mutter, "This is nice," and he closed his eyes.

I hear my biological father yelling of how inappropriate he's being.

It's midnight, or past it, I couldn't tell. My newfound dad slowly maneuvers me, resting my head on the couch. In my half-dazed state, I begged him to not leave me, but the thousands of whispered apologies were much louder than my voice. I don't remember if he crouched beside me, left me one last mental photograph of his face; even if he did, my blurry vision only captured faded blobs of his features. He runs off into the kitchen, leaving a yellow note beside me: "I'll always love you" inked with pink and blue, drawn hearts. He never returns.

His friend watched, shocked, frozen. My father started scolding me for what I had done with him. I knew it was out of jealousy. I don't remember if I started crying.

I wouldn't handle that separation in real life any better than I had in my dream. Maybe that's why it remained in my head.

Fluff:

John fell first, Smitty fell harder.

Their confession is extremely unplanned, disorganised and awkward. It would be along the lines of, "Hey... so... I actually really like you... I don't know when that happened, ask Matt or Grizzy, they could pull up a few texts... anyway, do you want to—can you stop looking at me like that?"

Both are extremely physically affectionate with each other, but John would initiate more public display of affection than Smitty. Smitty acts as if he is irritated by John's insistence, but deep down, he loves it (if he can forget that they were in front of a crowd.)

Their first attempt at cuddling was filled with embarrassment. They'd smack pillows on one another while finding a comfortable position that wasn't "too intimate." Eventually, they become tired from fighting each other and fall asleep (they did not cuddle.)

Angst:

Both are extremely argumentative. On normal days, it would be passed around as normal banter, but it can transpire into something extremely heated. Smitty is the more hot-headed one of the two, but it is only because John keeps his emotions to himself until he pops open like a champagne bottle.

Extreme jealousy. Smitty is jealous because he is afraid that John would leave him. John is jealous because he feels as though he is not good enough for Smitty and feels as though every person Smitty talks to is better than him. Smitty's jealousy is more "visible" (crying, pulling John away) while John's is more "subtle" (dirty glances, drowns himself in conversations with his other friends.) They are both improving on this (poorly, because a part of them enjoys the rush of knowing the other feels such intense emotions until they boil over, and they have trouble healthily managing their emotions.)

On their worst days, they can't take a break from their relationship. They are too dependent on one another to try to separate. Even if they physically distanced themselves, they would send one text to each other, then another, then another, thinking, "one more wouldn't hurt." Nothing was solved in the end.

(also I’m SOOO stealing these for later…)

INTRODUCING. . . .SUGAR DADDY!SMITTY

all black tuxedo . american express platinum card . business man . cigars . dress shoes . drives a white ferrari . filthy rich . grey hair strands . in early 40s . margarita or tequila always in hand . owns too many fancy suits & ties . rectangular glasses . rolex watches . sliver chains & rings . smells of black coffee . spoils the reader 💸

INTRODUCING. . . .SUGAR BABY!READER

bratty . champagne . chanel perfume . c cupped . diamond rings . dior bags . french tip nails . hello kitty addict . in early 20s . juicy couture track suits . leggings . mary jane shoes . pearl earrings . pink lipsticks . smells of roses & jasmine . utterly spoiled by smitty . victoria secretes lingerie . white laces 💎

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