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smol-emo-bobatea · 4 years
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Also, have John, Tyler and smii7y cus I'm sad and I hope I can make yall happy
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smilky-clouds · 4 years
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‘nObU @ 8 😘’ he says. RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR SALAD
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partisticarts · 5 years
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made myself a background
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midnightrynx · 5 years
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Smii7y
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fayfictions · 5 years
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Cute fluffy cuddly Smit x Fitz
gotcha
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it wasn’t often that cam streamed, but when he did, you know he got a big audience.
smitty wasn’t expecting to hear cam streaming when he got home, but he didnt care. he was tired and wanted to spend time with cam. he didnt want to stop cam from streaming, because he knew cam was probably enjoying it. so, he did the best next thing.
he walked into cams room, shutting the door loud enough to where cam could hear him.
cam turned, smiling when he saw smitty. “oh, hey. didnt know youd be back so soon. whats up?”
smitty made a tired noise and walked over to him before crawling on top of cams lap and hugging him, burying his face into cams chest. 
cams face turned red pretty quickly. “uh, you do know im streaming, right?” he whispered. 
“mhm,” smitty yawned without a care.
“do you want me to stop streaming?”
smitty shook his head. 
cam sighed and turned back to chat, which was going nuts over the two. “so uh, hey, guys, please don’t mind smitty currently being latched onto me, its totally fine, please ignore it, there is absolutely nothing going on-”
smitty leaned up to place a kiss on cams jaw before snuggling back into his chest, mumbling a muffled “I love you.”
cam blushed even more, and sighed.
“okay, so smitty may or may not be my boyfriend…”
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mssjynx · 5 years
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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.
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multiwinch · 5 years
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I’m sorry this is like 4 days, maybe 5 days late!!!
I WAS BUSY AND I FEEL BAD.
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konauwu-blog · 6 years
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birthday girl
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dans-queer-ass · 5 years
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EVERYONE STOP AND LOOK AT MY CUTE MARSHMALLOW
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nnjon-jay · 5 years
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Drew this in 2am lmao worth it
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krii7y-trash · 6 years
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John: *looks at Smiity, has spoons over his eyes*
Smiity: *looks at John, and draws in some air*
Smiity: oh sorry didn't see you there! I was to busy hMmMmM m blockin' out the haters!
Me: IF YOU KNOW THIS MEME BLESS
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smilky-clouds · 5 years
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Smii7y donated during Fitz’s stream XD
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Bork bork
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hattawa-blog · 5 years
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I’m not short I’m fun sized
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fayfictions · 5 years
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Smitz Fluff?
im guessing u mean smit n fitz so here we go
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cam always thought smitty had a problem with personal space. every time he hung out with him, smitty would be right there next to him, always touching him in one way or another. cam didn’t exactly mind, but he did think it was a little weird. but hey, some people were just touchy feely, and that was okay.
today, however, cam found out that this wasn’t the case. he was walking out of a coffee shop when he spotted smitty with a couple of friends. he thought he’d go say hi, so he started walking over. 
halfway there, however, he stopped. he had noticed something that was a bit odd.
smitty was standing a bit further away from everyone else, more so than everyone else in the group.
cam frowned in confusion and finished walking over there, making himself known. 
smitty lit up even more and made his way towards cam, getting into his personal space once more. which made cam even more confused. 
it didn’t help that the others snickered a little at the two. did they know something he didn’t? with their glances, it was probably something. he ignored it for the moment. he’d ask smitty later, when they were alone.
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mssjynx · 6 years
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lips
smiitz. 791 words no warnings .
Cam’s thumb hovered over his screen. Blue eyes were glued to the image on display, sitting below the tag “smii7y” and above the caption: “Spooky Season 2018”. He examined it in slight curiosity, not exactly knowing why the image had caught his attention.
It was a mirror selfie of the boy who was sharing his hotel room, often posting pictures of outfits, shoes or his dog. It was just another picture, showing him in a shirt with a green skeleton on it, holding his phone up. It cut off just below his nose, showing pretty pink lips, curved in a way that stopped Cameron from scrolling .
Which was odd.
Cam had seen Jaren’s face many times before. On screens, in photos, in person too: his face wasn’t a surprise anymore. So why did one image catch his attention so much?
He scrolled down slightly, not deterring far from the image. A comment: four words. “You got girl lips.” He hardly paid mind to Jaren’s sharp reply, returning to re-examine the image again.
It was almost perfect timing for the door of his hotel room to swing open and the boy in the image on his screen walked in with a hand in his pocket and three shopping bags looped over his shoulder.
Dark eyes blinked up. “Sup Bitch,” he greeted, walking over to drop his bags on the desk. Their shared room greeted him and he flopped down on his stiff cheap bed with a sigh. “Jus’ spent half my weight in money because of fuckin’ John,” he complained, taking a moment to enjoy the view of the ceiling before sitting back up. “What’ve you been doing?”
Cam shrugged, eyes flicking to the image, before returning to Jaren’s face. Jaren watched with patient curiosity and Cam couldn’t help taking a moment to run his gaze along the curve of Jaren’s lips. A soft smile. Pink and full.
Cam hadn’t noticed them before.
Now he couldn’t not.
Of course he had stupidly zoned into his thoughts, staring at Jaren’s lips. The shorter boy leaned over and plucked the phone from his hand.
“Oi!” Cam sat upright, legs swinging off the bed as he went to retrieve his phone. Jaren fell back on the mattress, grin on his pretty lips as he held the phone up and took a good look at the focus of the screen.
Cam’s cheeks were already going red.
“Give it back, asshole.”
That grin broadened. “Why’re you lookin’ at my photo, huh?” Teasing, taunting.
Cam frowned, crawling onto the bed and getting a grip on Jaren’s wrist. “I was just scrolling,” he lied but the grin on his roommate’s face knew enough. He passed the phone to his free hand and Cam pinned the now-empty one to the mattress as he reached for the one holding his phone. Jaren’s legs squirmed beneath him, kicking and wriggling in attempts to get loose. Cam sat on his thighs and held him still.
“I don’t believe you,” Jaren sung, giggling as his hand was snatched up and the phone fell to the mattress beside his head.
The moment paused, Cam hovering above Jaren, holding both of his arms down. Brown eyes looked up at him, sparkling, taunting. And his lips were perfect. A small smile of mischief.
A smile Cam adored. He forgot all about his phone.
He leaned down and covered those pretty pink lips with his own, eyes falling shut without hesitation. It took him a full three seconds to realise his impulsive action but before he could pull back, Jaren’s lips were moving too, pressing up; eager and pleased.
A soft sound resonated from the back of his throat and Cam released Jaren’s wrists, pulling back to breathe.
He didn’t stray far. Jaren’s lashes fluttered. “Well, that was unexpected,” he murmured. His lips were parted, shining from the kiss. Cam nearly groaned aloud when Jaren thoughtlessly pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
He composed himself, lifting a hand to rest along Jaren’s jaw. His thumb swiped across his lip, easing it out from between his teeth. “Your lips are soft,” he whispered, mind fuzzy.
A breathless smile beneath him. “That’s what you were lookin’ at, ey?” he asked, tilting his head in the direction of the long-forgotten phone. “You like my lips?”
Awaiting a response. Cam rolled his eyes. “I like ‘em better when they’re quiet,” he corrected, thinking for a moment before adding: “or against mine.” And before Jaren had the chance to respond with something sharp and sassy, he leaned back down and fit their mouths together again.  
Fingers lifting to curl around the back of his neck and tangle in his hair, something told him Jaren wasn’t opposed to that idea at all.
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