• No children. (Though it’d be cute as shit, I don’t see Jund doing well with babies. Like, I picture him like Chairmodepewdie when it comes to babies. If you don’t know what she’s like when it comes to babies, just go ask her.)
• Snake, though Jund could try here and there to be all mucho and macho.
• Either insulting each other or playing video games, whether they play together or one watches the other.
• Traditions? Hm. I dunno.
• Bittersweet Love by Forever the Sickest Kids.
• Snake does all the right things. If it’s a gift giving holiday, he knows exactly what to get Jund, while Jund starts freaking out, doesn’t have a clue what to do, and does his best to figure out, whether it be from the other members of the crew, or he would try to do some digging himself. Though, when the time comes to open/give gifts, he gives Snake whatever he came up with and Snake just grins and thanks Jund for it, since he knows he tried. No matter if it’s something he’d actually like or something he doesn’t.
• Honeymoon? I don’t know that one. I’d want to say Snake would want to go somewhere Jund hated and Jund would want to go somewhere Snake hated so they’d bicker over it.
• The same way they did outside the ship. On a video game, man.
• Snake’s dog that Jund gets a bit jealous over here and there.
• When their teasing goes a bit far and someone actually feels the hurt/sting from someone’s words, it turns into a fight. Maybe over Jund’s or Snake’s jealousy over whatever here and there.
• Vacations? I’d say the same as Honeymoon, except after the bickering, they make a deal like if they go Jund’s place, they do what Snake wants, and if they go Snake’s place, they do what Jund wants.
It's officially Valentine's day where I am so HERE.
A/N: So I did a thing. I know I usually don't write this kind of thing but it's Valentine's day! I felt a little bit of fluff was neccessary. SO TAKE MY FLUFF. TAKE IT. This is probably the last time you'll see any fluff from me for a while. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK TO WRITE THIS?! This is not in my comfort zone. I don't write happy things! You're ridiculous. Now if you don't mind I'm going to go jump off a bridge. (I get the feeling I'm going to lose a lot of followers for this one. Gaizplsdunleavemeiloveyou)
Suddenly a quiet knocking at his door pierced the air in his previously silent home. He swung his legs off of his bed and swiftly made his way to the front door. He opened his door to a shivering, soaking wet Scott. "Jund?! What are you doing outside? It's pouring out here! And more importantly, why are you here?" Scott just shivered as a response. "Oh what am I doing? Get in here before you freeze your ass off." He obeyed quietly and walked into the welcoming warmth of Snake's home.
"You look horrible." "Can we save the insults for later asshole?" "I was only being honest Jund." "Fuck you!" Snake sighed. "Just stay there, alright?" Scott just grunted in response. Snake turned on his heel to walk down the hall. He returned with a change of clothes and a blanket. "I know they're a little big, but we need to get you out of those clothes. The bathroom is down the hall, first door on the left. Take a shower and get changed." Scott muttered a "Thanks." and walked to the bathroom.
After exiting the shower, Scott changed into Snake's clothes and then ruffled his hair with a towel. He nuzzled his nose into the collar of the shirt. "Mmm. Smells like Snake." He thought to himself. He then mentally slapped himself. "What are you thinking Jund? He's your arch-enemy. You need to stop thinking of him like this." He shook his head clear of those thoughts and left the bathroom to meet Snake in the living room.
After Jund had gone to take a shower, Snake returned to his perch beside the window to continue watching the rain. Of course he would rather be in the darkness of his bedroom than in the light of the living room, but he couldn't just hide away while Jund was in his presense. He heard a small cough and turned around to see Scott with a small smile on his face. "Sure took you long enough." he said while draping the blanket around the smaller man's shoulders. "Why are you being so nice to me today?" "You showed up at my door sopping wet and freezing. I'm not that much of a jackass Jund." Scott wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and moved to sit on the couch.
A few minutes later Snake handed him a bowl of soup. "You expect me to eat one of my own kind?" "Just eat the fucking soup." He was hesitant at first but was soon enjoying the soup his friend had made for him. Once he was finished Snake began to ask him questions. "Why did you walk all the way here in the pouring rain? You have to have had a reason." "I..." "Just spit it out Jund." "I had to tell you something... in person." "Then say it." "I may like you as more than just a friend."
Scott came over to Snake's house once every week after that, just to see him. Today while they were sitting on the couch, something caught his eye. A guitar. "You play, Snake?" Snake followed Jund's eyes to see what he was looking at. "I do." He stood up to fetch his guitar. Scott watched him curiously. He had known Snake all these years but he never knew he played guitar. Snake returned to his place on the couch, guitar in hand. He started stumming a soft, lulling melody. He eventually started to sing along to the tune. "Ha. And you said you don't sing." Snake smiled. "Only for you."
Right as he was walking out the door to his car he felt Snake's strong, rough hand close around his wrist. Jund turned around to find his face a lot closer to Snake's than he was expecting. "What did y-" Scott was cut off by Snake's lips against his own. It was only a quick kiss, but enough to make Scott shiver at the sudden contact. "I love you." Snake whispered into Jund's ear before he left. "I love you too, asshole." He drove away leaving a smiling Snake behind him.
Some of my followers didn't know I was a fanfic writer?
For PewdieCry and now Snund?
....
-Gets ready to lose followers-
Ha.
Anyways,
Hi.
Here's this.
I'm really tired right now and feel like I'ma barf because I drank a shit load of really sour lemonade to keep myself up.
Right now, I'm fighting my eyes just to type this.
So here.
First Snund fanfic.
Yay.
-Throws confetti-
Enjoy.
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“Well you know what? I’m done with you. I’m fucking done with you!”
“Well fine, fuck you then!”
The sound of the Skype call ending soon filled my headphones as I breathed out an angry stream of air. It was another fight. Another fight between him and me. More fights had been happening between us lately… and I wasn’t quite sure why. Ever since this whole “Oh, I actually like you more than a buddy” thing came out about two weeks ago, it’s been nothing but fighting. It was like something changed and our playful fighting turned into seriousness. I couldn’t tell, half of the time, what we were even fighting about.
Rubbing my temples, I shut my eyes and just took in a steady stream of air. In and out. In and out. In and out. I had to calm myself. Hearing the sound of a message, I opened my eyes to see my buddy Cry had messaged me. Clicking on his name, I started to read the message before a Skype call interrupted my reading. It was still my masked friend. I hit the “Accept” and it was just Cry and I in a call.
“Hey Soup!” Cry sang happily from the other side of the screen.
“Hey…” I sighed, hoping the other wouldn’t notice the tone of my voice. Sadly, he did.
“…You guys had another fight… didn’t you?”
I didn’t want to answer, so I was going to play it off like I didn’t even hear it. “So, man, how are you doing today? Make any videos? How’s that one game with the chick with the perky breasts?”
Cry was silent for a while. I heard him sigh and I felt bad. I totally ruined his mood.
“I’m sorry, I’m just gonna g—“ I started to say but Cry soon interrupted.
“Man, no. Don’t.” The male had begged me to stay on the Skype chat. “You know you need to go talk to him about it.”
I groaned loudly into my mic. I didn’t want to talk to Snake at all right now.
“You don’t have to right now, man… but you need to soon. I mean, you guys are still friends after that confession on the drunken call a few weeks ago.” Cry began to explain on why I should try to talk to Snake. In all honesty, I didn’t want to talk to him for a few days, but I knew Cry wouldn’t quit badgering me about it until I fixed it.
“Is he even on?” I asked, hoping he wasn’t. Cry looked and soon answered.
“Yeah. I’ma hang up. You go talk to him. Okay, Soup?” The other asked and I just sighed
“I’ll try.” I groaned slightly, knowing I was making Cry happy. He finally hung up and I slowly looked at my skype list, seeing Snake’s name just sitting there. I hesitated but soon clicked on call. My first call was ignored, since I literally waited ten minutes for an answer, and so was my second. I sighed and just typed to Cry: “He isn’t answering, so I guess we can’t talk. I’m gettin’ off of here. I’ll talk to you later.”
Before waiting for some response, I logged off of Skype. I sat there in my computer chair for a bit before getting up and stretching. I glanced at the clock and sighed. Ten o’clock. Might as well get some sleep for work tomorrow. I slid off my Best Buy uniform and switched into a t-shirt and some pants to fall asleep in.
I turned off my computer, brushed my teeth, and went to bed. Though, I didn’t fall asleep quickly. I laid there. I laid there and stared up at the ceiling for a bit. My body was tired but my head wanted to stay up. It was telling me that Cry was right, even though I didn’t want to admit it. It was telling me that I needed to apologize and fix things with Snake. We were just friends right now! Why did it matter? I mean, sure, he knew I had something for him… and suuuure, he may have had something for me, I wasn’t quite sure since he was more sober than I was at the time of the confession on the Skype call, but… we were still friends.
Repositioning myself from my back to my side, I found myself staring at my computer. Half of me was saying to get up, turn it back on, and try to call Snake up again, but the other half told me I needed rest. Sighing, I just shut my eyes and tried not to think about it, even though it was getting difficult. I’d just have to think about it in the morning.
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It bothered me all last night.
I didn’t get any sleep… and I was dead ass tired.
I went to work, though, and almost fell asleep there. My coworkers kept having to poke me in the arm and kept having to make sure I didn’t fall asleep. Customers would ask if I was alright and asked if I needed to lie down, which of course I’d just respond with “I’m fine”, and you know if the customers start asking, it’s pretty obvious you’re super tired. Though, somehow, I made it through and I was home.
I slid my shoes off at the door and I went and laid down on the couch. I let out a groan as my cellphone went off. I wanted sleep, but I couldn’t let it go. “Hello?”
“Hey, Jund. Did you make up with Snake yet?” Cry. Damn it.
I yawned. “Mmmm… I’m really ti---“
“Jund.” Cry sternly said as he interrupted me.
I let out a sigh and just shook my head. “Not yet.”
“Well why not do it right now?”
“Because I’m sleeeeeepy.” I complained.
I heard Cry sigh on the other end. “Fine. After your nap, you better do it.” I heard the other threaten and I just nodded.
“Okay. Nooooow bye.” I hung up. I was getting cranky from a lack of sleep and Cry knew how I was when I was tired. Setting my phone to vibrate and sticking it back into my pocket, I just laid on my side, facing the back of the couch, and closed my eyes. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep.
“Okay, we have to drink whenever we fuck up a line, alright?”
“Sounds fine with me.”
“That’s not fair, I’m not good at this game!”
“Too bad, Soooup. That’s the deal. Snake and I are fine with it. You’re out numbered.”
I grumbled as Cry let out a chuckle and Snake was his usual silence. We were playing fucking Tetris. It was a Wednesday night, so it was a little break from Stream, and we were just having a friendly competition. We were going to see who could stay sober the longest. Cry picked the game and I thought he was insane for choosing Tetris because everyone knew Snake was good at it. It must’ve slipped his mind or something. It also must’ve slipped his mind that I hated that fucking game. Though, I wanted to be in on the fun, so I went with it. That was a big mistake.
It wasn’t even an hour in and I had finished my second drink. It was a bit strong and I could already feel myself feeling a little light headed. “Ugggh, how much longer are we playing this?” I complained as we soon started a new round.
“Until you and I both beat Snake.” Cry commented and soon cursed when he messed up a line. It was easy to hear him grab for his cup and take a drink of, what I was guessing was, his appletini. Snake would let a curse out rarely and Cry would make sure he drank.
By the end of the third round doing this, I had finished up about five glasses. I was feeling pretty good, right now.
Somehow, the conversation during the Tetris rounds was heading into love. Cry was talking about how he was girlfriendless and wasn’t really looking for a bit.
Snake said something but I couldn’t remember what he said. I just remember hearing his sweeting sounding voice in my ear.
Cry then said something but I couldn’t make it out, either. My thoughts were a bit clouded until Cry called for my attention.
“Scott!”
“Hmmmm?” I asked, taking another drink of my sixth drink as I screwed up a line.
“Do you have anybody you’re keeping an eye on?” Cry asked. I could hear the grin in his voice, as if he already knew what I was going to say. Though, he didn’t. Nobody did. Not even me, because I didn’t plan on saying it ever.
Though… Drunk Scott had different ideas.
“Actually, yeah, I have my eyes on Snake.” My mouth blurted. My brain didn’t catch on to what had just happened until I realized how quite it got and I won because nobody else had moved and allowed their pieces to plié up. They just kinda stopped. I blinked before rethinking my actions, and soon felt really stupid. “I mean… u-uh…” There was no way to make an excuse for that. Not now, anyways. If I would’ve been a bit more sober, that would’ve helped.
“Er….” It was awkward in the chat now and I knew it. It was because of me. I was about to rush to the “End Call” button, but that was before Snake started talking.
“I need…. to go. I need to bathe my dog.” The raspy voiced male spoke quickly before hanging up. Oh God. I fucked shit up.
This was the worse day of my life.
Opening my eyes, I yawned as I felt my phone vibrate against my leg. I reached in my pocket and pulled it out, seeing someone call me. It was… him.
Why was he calling me?
I hesitated before I finally hit the ‘Talk’ button and put it to my ear.
“Hi….. Snake.”
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“..You sound tired.” The other pointed out the obvious, not returning my hello. I shrugged as I soon sat up.
“You woke me up from a na---“ I yawned in the middle of my sentence . I recovered quickly and cleared my throat. “Sorry. As I was saying, you woke me up from a nap.”
“Oh. Sorry. If you want, I could just g—“
“What did you need?” I interrupted. I didn’t want him to get off the phone. I wanted him to keep talking to me… but I wasn’t going to say that aloud. That’d just make things more awkward between us and I couldn’t afford to do that anymore.
“I just wanted to call… to apologize.”
Apologize?
Snake?
Was this a dream?
“For what?” I questioned, wondering where the other’s head was in this situation.
“Er….. for… everything.” The man sounded pained to say it. It was like he was giving up his pride just to apologize to me.
“…What do you mean ‘everything’?” I was confused, still, on the reason he was calling. He did nothing wrong. It was all my fault… right?
“Don’t ask questions.” The other snapped back but soon sighed. “I’m sorry for being a douche to you… lately. I’m just kinda… confused on what you said a few weeks ago. That’s all…”
So Snake was still thinking about what I said? Oh fuck.
“Listen, if that’s gonna be a problem, then I can ju---“ I started but was soon interrupted.
“No. Well… I don’t know. I’m just confused, Jund….” He paused and sighed. “What you said just got me thinking. I know our relationship isn’t… well, normal, but I know… it’s just… I don’t really know how to explain it.” Snake sighed.
He was at a loss of words… and I was shocked. The other man usually knew how to say what he was feeling, but this time… it was hard.
“So… we’re good on that fight…?” I changed the subject, thinking it would’ve been a nice time to change it.
It was a bit of a silence, but I finally heard what I wanted to hear. “Yup.”
“Good.” I smiled. “I’m glad you apologized, tool.” I teased and we soon got into one of our petty bickers.
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“I can’t fucking stand you!”
“Do you think I can?!”
“You’re just so... Ugh!”
“And you don’t find yourself annoying?”
“Hey…! Well… you know what….?! Fuck you!”
I could tell a smirk came from the other’s face as I said last line. There was always a smirk there. My “friend” didn’t need a face cam to show me. His next tone of voice would show me. It was always the same. Whenever he got me so worked up to say “fuck you”, he calmed down… and so did I and he’d always return the words. His voice had changed from anger to a happier one. I wasn’t exactly sure what Snake felt when he got me to get so worked up… but it was obviously a good feeling.
I knew he loved this… and strangely, so did I. This whole concept of fighting with your friend in order to make them smile was absolutely abstruse, but it was how we worked. Not that I’d admit this to the man himself, but I liked making Snake happy. I loved all our playful banter, teases, and even our fighting. It sounded weird, though, since it kinda sounded like an odd married couple. Oh well, though.
An audible chuckle was heard in my phone from the deeper voiced male before he mumbled back my last two words, adding “too” and my name into the equation. “Fuck you too, Jund.” I allowed myself to chuckle for a few seconds and sighed.
I caught myself smiling like a fool as I heard him say that. I shook my head and wondered what was wrong with me. Why would a normal person smile when someone close to them told them ‘Fuck you’? Nobody did that. Well, nobody but Snake and me. That’s how Snake and me worked and I, personally, liked it.
“Whatever.” I grumbled as I rolled my eyes. I could hear Snake laugh a bit more.
“You’re so fun to piss off.”
“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes as I continued to smile.
Go ahead and cry yourself to sleep
And think how you hate me so bad.
I could write about a thousand songs to impress you
But I wouldn't want to do that
I could make you feel like the queen of the world, but I won't
Cause you're full of imperfections"
...And people wonder why this song makes me think of Snund.
Song: Believe Me, I'm Lying by Forever the Sickest Kids
