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[oneshotsideshow]

At the BYK show w/SMITZ, 13th Legion, Aswang

[lyrical4ces]

Gidioti - Test and See Ft. Smitz

Test and See - @gidioting Ft. Smitz

In an era where artists are flooding the market with music, Gidioti is treating music lovers to some best new music special, as a body of work titled (Wachstum) to shower them into summer vibes 2019. The most interesting thing to know would be the roll-out of Fire cracker tracks from familiar faces to opening shots of rising stars on different samples of urban Afro beats on this Album. 

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[smiisevenwhyplus]

hhhhhhnngg sleeeby cuddles smitz

[ghostee-atlas]

hey, i’m currently heartbroken and hurting so have this really sad one shot i just wrote and published on my wattpad account. (edit: tried to shorten link but tumblr hates me)

https://www.wattpad.com/673044876-music-one-shots-not-in-that-way

[mssjynx]

Something Small

smitz no warnings 897 words . one of the stories from my old blog, chinxino5. hope you enjoy! (whether it be for the first time or the second !!) merry christmas!

Smitty huffed, brown eyes sharp and irritated. They glared up at the first aid kit which, for some stupid reason, was sitting atop the fridge and his unfortunate height of 5’7 made it impossible for him to reach. “Cam!” he called, holding onto the top of the fridge door and pushing up as much as he could. The tips of his fingers barely grazed the red fabric before he fell back to his heels with defeat. “Fitz!”

“I’m here, I’m here! Jesus, what’s wrong?” Fitz winced at the volume of his boyfriend’s voice, strolling into the kitchen and running a hand through his hair. By the looks of it he’d been napping, or at least dozing, before his boyfriend had yelled for him.

His eyes fell upon the boy, his own hoodie hanging off thin freckled shoulders and a pout on those soft pink lips. A pale finger pointed up at the red pack on top of the fridge. “I can’t reach it,” he grumbled, hating to be at a disadvantage just because he was short. His pout grew as Cameron looked up to the kit and down to his boyfriend, before smiling gently and shaking his head.

In comparison to the Smitty, his height of 6’5 was annoyingly useful. Especially for this sort of situation (one not too uncommon for either of them)

“What did you do?” he asked, a teasing tone of humour in his voice as he walked over and pulled the kit off the fridge. “Hop up.” He tapped the counter and dropped the kit. Smit obeyed, sitting atop the bench and folding his arms. His long pants were already rolled up on his left leg, exposing a pale shin with an ugly-looking graze on the side. It oozed blood, “Christ, what did you do?”

Smit looked away, still pouting, and didn’t watch as Fitz dug through the kit for a bandage. “Nothin’,” he mumbled and ignored the little laugh that left his lover’s tongue as he found what he was looking for and knelt down to be level with the bleeding leg.

“So your leg just got cut up by itself then?” he mused.

A warm, damp cloth wiped the blood from the wound before the sticky bandage was placed to cover the torn skin. He smoothed it down and Smitty flinched, kicking the Kiwi lightly with his other foot. “Shut up.” His scowl was ridiculously childish as Fitz stood. “Why was it on the top of the fridge anyway?”

Fitz snickered. “So you can’t get it,” he said and took the punch to his arm with a giggle.

“Prick.” Smit dropped back to his feet, bending down and pulling his pants back over the bandage while Fitz rezipped the first aid kit and pushed it into the cabinet on a lower level. The Canadian walked from the room, pointedly brushing past the other. Fitz only laughed.

“Yeah, yeah.” He followed the boy and caught up quickly, curling his arms around the his middle and bending down to settle his head on his shoulder. “You’re welcome, Smit,” he teased, kissing the freckled bare shoulder as he tried to wriggle out of the embrace.

“Get off me, you piece of shit.” The smaller boy stomped down on his feet and twisting from side to side as Fitz locked his hands above Smitty’s tummy. “Let gooo,” he whined as Fitz tucked his face into the side of his pale, freckled neck.

His lips danced on the soft skin. “Tell me you love me.” He brushed his nose and lips up and down, knowing how ticklish Smitty could be as the boy grit his teeth to stop his shriek. His hands pulled and pushed at the arms around him.

“No! This isn’t fa-air!” he stammered through his words as he laughed, long fingers reaching around to his sides and digging into the sensitive skin. “C-Cam!”

“C’mon, Smitty,” he cooed, breath teasing him more. “You love me, right? You love me sooo much, don’t ya!”

“Yes! F-fine! I love you, okay? Now get off, you cuck.” His scrambled words resulted with exactly that as the fingers stilled and Fitz dropped his hands, allowing the Canadian to jump away and spin around with a glare. The attitude was skin deep.

Fitz grinned in delight. “Aw. Love you too, Baby.” Dark eyes rolled and a hand reached out to grab a hold of the smaller boy’s sleeve.  “You woke me up from my nap so now you have to come nap with me.”

He didn’t wait for the boy’s refusal or acceptance, dragging him back upstairs and ignoring the complaints. Obviously, the Canadian didn’t agree with his flawless logic, but followed. “I’m not tired. I don’t wanna sleep with you. You suffocate me when we cuddle.” It didn’t change a thing as he allowed Fitz to grab his fingers instead, leading him more than pulling him along.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he dismissed, kicking the door shut and pulling his boyfriend down onto the wide bed, yanking blankets over the two of them and locking his arms around the smaller boy’s body. Smitty grumbled something incoherent, cuddling closer and hiding his face in Fitz’ neck. “I love you,” the Kiwi cooed.

A small huff of air against his neck before a quiet, disgruntled, “I love you too,” was whispered back. He drifted off with a smile on his lips.

[mssjynx]

For the dabble thing: 58 w/ smii7y and whoever you think best fits 😉🌹❤

thanks for the drabble req ash!! hope u enjoy sum smiitz xx.

“The person you have called is unavailable. Please leave a message, after the tone.”

Beep.

“Cam. Still me. You said you’d be home half an hour ago and you still haven’t sent me a single message. It does not take this long to get your fucking car cleaned. Call me back. Now.”

Beep.

“Cam. For fuck’s sake, can you please call me so I know you’re still alive and you haven’t been kidnapped or murdered or dropped off in Australia.”

Beep.

“I’m going to send out a fucking search party if you don’t get here in the next five seconds.”

To say Jaren was irritated was a slight understatement. He’d been waiting for Cam to return home for around forty minutes, having received no calls or texts about why exactly he was suddenly MIA. With a huff, he dropped his phone on the table and walked from the room in an attempt to stop himself from sending another voicemail to his stupid boyfriend.

Fingers carded through his hair, hands busying themselves with putting dry dishes in their drawers as he tried to tear his mind away from what could have possibly happened to his lover. And when he finally managed to get his train of thought on the week ahead, he heard the familiar sound of the car pulling up and dropped the plastic cup.

“Cam?” He called the name as he opened the front door, scolding words caught in his throat as his eyes landed on his boyfriend. Said words vanished immediately as his eyes widened. “What the fuck happened!?”

Cam stepped out of the car, grimace on his face as soapy water pooled at his feet, running from his clothes and the inside of his car. His hair was plastered to his head and his clothes stuck to his skin. A permanent grimace of displeasure pulled a small smile from Jaren.

He trotted down the steps, shaking his head.

“Why didn’t you pick up my calls!?” he asked, only for Cam to flinch, pulling his phone out of his soaked pants, the black screen slick with moisture. “Oh…”

“How did you…?” Realisation washed over Jaren as he stepped closer, soap suds clinging to Cam’s clothing and the felt covers of the seats drenched. He couldn’t help the snicker that rose in his throat. “Did you have the window down when you went through the car wash?” The sharp glare he received in response was more than enough of an answer, and he giggled, turning back to the house. “I’ll go get towels, stay here.”

When he returned out the front, he threw two towels at Cam who started grumpily patting himself down and trying to dry himself off as much as he could as Jaren walked around him to the open car door, wiping down the seat and console and anywhere else in the car that was wet.

“It jammed and I realised too late that I needed to put the damn thing up…” Cam grumbled dropping his head to Jaren’s shoulder when the shorter man straightened up. He scrunched up his nose, turning and gently nudging the other back away from him.

“I love you an’ all, but you smell like a wet dog,” he said, and Cam frowned, glaring.

“Ass.”

Innocent, dry hands rose. “Go have a shower and dry off, and then we can cuddle up on the couch all you like, okay?”

A roll of pale eyes. A mumble of, “Fine,” falling to the puddle on the pavement as Jaren closed the car door and watched his boyfriend trudge up the path into their house. He couldn’t help his amused grin.

Only his dipshit boyfriend would manage to fuck up that spectacularly.

But as promised, as soon as Cam emerged from the bedroom in warm clothes and a grumpy pout, he tugged the kiwi to the couch and settled between his legs. He laughed as Cam tucked his face into the side of his neck, arms tight around the smaller boy’s waist.

“Feel better?” Jaren asked, reaching a hand back to ruffle Cam’s damp hair. A huff of air washed over his shoulder as Cam tightened his hold on him. “You smell better,” Jaren admitted, grin broad as Cam groaned and ungracefully shoved his boyfriend off his lap. The younger’s laughter didn’t cease as he dropped to the floor.

He pulled himself back onto the couch, leaning over and planting a kiss on Cam’s cheek.

“Love you,” he cooed, snuggling up to his side as Cam folded his arms and ignored him. “Caaam!”

“Fuck off.” Still pouting, he grumbled to himself as he pulled Jaren back onto his lap. “Asshole.” After another few quiet moments of Jaren playing with Cam’s fingers, turning on some Christmas movie for the two to enjoy, Cam rested his chin on Jaren’s shoulder and huffed. “I love you too,” he mumbled, words hardly coherent through his childish tone.

“I know,” he cooed, letting his eyes fall shut as Cam pressed a kiss just below his ear. They fell into a gentle silence, the annoyance slowly washing out of Cam’s system as they watched the movie. And so what if they only got halfway through it. They found each other far more interesting and opted for kissing and cuddling and drowning in one another for the rest of the evening.

[smilky-clouds]

Fitz: can you pick up milk?

Smii7y: yeah, it's pretty easy.

Fitz: I meant from the store.

Smii7y: I would imagine it weighs the same there, too.

Fitz:

Fitz: you just don't want to go out, do you

Smii7y: yeah

[smilky-clouds]

Fitz, mumbling in embarrassment: I-If I were a gardener, I would put our tulips together.

Smii7y: Aw, babe!

Zuckles: If I were a gardener you’d be my hoe.

McCreamy: …thanks