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sin's drabbles/requests

Summary:

REQUESTS OPEN!
read chapter 1 for more info!

just some place where i can dump any drabbles, cracks and shitposts (usually 2P but can be normal frouse!)

Chapter 1: 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾

Chapter Text

 

INFO

here, you can request any fic ideas related to my 2P fic! (can be non-2P related but i may be a bit more picky!)

also, keep in mind that these are drabbles and will MOST LIKELY be pretty short... unless i get sucked into it. also please please don't be offended if i slightly beng your request, i might've just been struggling to write it that way and just preferred to change it slightly to make it easier on me!!

there's two kind of 'types' or requests

firstly, there's one i'll call "directly canon-compliant". this can range from, asking me to write something that happened during the fic, before the fic, or after the fic. it can also be scenes that were not explicitly in the fic but suggested that happened! for example "could i maybe see more of the conversation that pezzy and droid had in the cafe?" OR "could i see how smii7y and john first met?" it may also be you asking me to expand on certain plot lines that were not fully shown or completed "what happened with john's mom?" "what about more of what happened in the ward?" it can be almost anything you can think of--just ask away!

secondly, there's one i'll call "indirectly canon-compliant". this is more for ones that don't necessarily align with my 2P fic (this encompasses non-2P fics). it could be you asking me to write about 2P, but maybe with a different plot that doesn't relate to my version of the au, such as "could you write grizzy and smii7y being childhood best friends?" and such! i cant think of more examples okay?

YOU DONT NEED TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE, im just listing examples of what you could request!!

 

RULES

obviously, there's certain things i will not be willing to write, the list is pretty short but i think it's still important to clear up!

- NO SMUT/SEXUAL CONTENT

- NO ILLEGAL SHIPS (e.g incest, paedophilia, ect.)

if there's more that come to mind, i'll let you guys know! but for now that's all, just a pretty standard list

 

FAQ

--"how many times can i request something?"

AS MANY AS YOU WOULD LIKE!! feel free to suggest as many different ideas as you would like since i might not end up doing all of yours!

--"i don't know if you would write my request."

FEEL FREE TO TRY ANYWAY! i'll do my best to answer all the questions you guys have!

--"what do i need to include in my request?"

if not related to my 2P fic, i would love a general idea/plot (can be as detailed or non-detailed as you would like) and a pairing or the characters involved! it'd also be useful if you specify, 'angst', 'fluff' ect.

Chapter 2: 2P! SMII7Y/JOHN — crack | "emails"

Notes:

requested by my friend lacuna SHOUT OUT TO YOU I ALWAYS EAT UP THE 2P FANART YOU DRAW FOR ME!!!!
req: "I think u should totally write them reading some of their old emails .. Every two lines they both stop and go "what the hell were we saying?" And have to pace the room in pure embarrassment. The frogs, sin. You have to write the frogs."

 

here i present, 2P smii7y and john's first every cringy and embarrassing emails between each other in the form of a little crackshot

TAGS: crack, short & sweet, reminiscing on memories, cringy, letters

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Oh man..." John whined, playful discomfort all over his face.

"It can't be that bad..." Smii7y answered.

"I think you're underestimating how bad they can be."

"Nah... pshh... nah... Let me see!"

Smii7y shifted to try look at John's laptop, but the other pulled it away, cheeks flushing.

"Noo," he drawled. "I was so weird."

"It can't be that bad!"

"It can."

"God's sake—... Just show me!"

"Fine." John set the laptop down on his desk, staring at it and waiting for Smii7y to read it.

 

Hi!

I'm from Evergreen State College! Apparently, I'm your pen pal, so that's cool. Have you had a pen pal before? I have, in sixth grade, it was this boy called Sam who somehow didn't know frogs existed.

I hope you have a great, or at least good, day and I hope you know what frogs are!

From, John Kryoz

 

"Ew, that's so cringe," John moaned, wincing. "Why am I so autistic?"

Snorting, Smii7y rolled his eyes. "Dude! It's not even that bad! Plus this was, like, a decade ago."

"Oh, you should see your reply."

"I don't like this anymore."

 

Dear Kryoz,

Thank you for contacting me!

Yes, I am your assigned pen pal because of the 'Social Kids' program. If I remember correctly, I don't think I have ever had a pen pal before, since nothing comes to mind, however, if I remember something, I will let you know right away!

How did you find out your pen pal doesn't know about the existence of frogs? Did you question him further about that or did you ignore the comment at the time?

Yours sincerely,
SMii7Y Smith

 

John was in loud cackles before he had even finished reading the letter.

Smii7y had his jaw-dropped in horror. "Why was I so... formal? 'Yours sincerely?' Who the fuck says that to their pen pal? 'Thank you for contacting me?' Oh, man..."

"This is fun, actually."

"I really regret this."

Smii7y sighed, then looked up eagerly.

"At least the next email is from you."

"It's okay, we don't have to read more—..."

"Read it."

 

It's me again!

Honestly I don't know how he didn't know. I don't think I asked him anything further about it though. That really is weird isn't it?? Like?? How do you not know what frogs are? They're so common

From John

 

Smirking, Smii7y mimicked, 'It's me again!'

"Shut up!" John squeaked, swatting at him with a nearby book as Smii7y laughed.

"We were so awkward, holy shit."

 

Dear Kryoz,

That is really interesting. Did he come from a different country, perhaps? That might have an impact on his education.

On another note, are frogs common in your area? If so, what is your favorite breed of frog, or do you just like them in a general sense?

Yours sincerely,
SMii7Y Smith

 

"I never mentioned liking frogs, by the way," John commented.

"Yeah, well, I realize that now. I think I was just really nervous and was scared you'd hate me so I was making things up in my head about what you were saying."

"Oh my God, I just scrolled down—..."

"Stop! We're going chronologically!"

John was snickering, barely holding back his laughter.

"Don't spoil it for me, you cunt!"

"Hey! Don't call me that!"

"...Bitch?"

"Better."

"Okay, I love you, bitch."

"I love you too, jerk."

"For a second I thought you were gonna swear."

"What would you do if I just whipped out a horrific slur?"

Smii7y cackled

 

:)

Hmmmm I don't really know different types of frogs. But I like those cool blue funky looking ones that are all over posters in biology classrooms! But I also just like the simple basic green ones because green is my favorite color.. What's your fav?

From John

 

"I didn't like any frogs at all. That was just a lie."

"Lay off it," Smii7y groaned.

John giggled. "Love how I got so bored of typing a few words that I just started using emoticons now."

Smii7y smiled, amused, and then—

"Oh, boy, buckle up for the next one."

—and then the smile was wiped off of his face.

 

Dear Kryoz,

You might be thinking of blue poison dart frogs. I have attached an image, so you can let me know if that matches what you were thinking of when answering. Apparently, they were only discovered in 1969 due to the small amounts of them on Earth.

Personally, my favorite frog would be the Surinam toad, which—contrary to what its name suggests—is not a toad, but in fact a frog. Its unique, flat appearance also interests me as not many frogs have that characteristic. They were discovered in 1758. Isn't that interesting?

Yours sincerely,
SMii7Y Smith

 

Smii7y wanted to crawl into a whole and die. He could hear John choking on his laughter beside him.

"You know what's fucked up?"

"Wh-Wha—... I'm sorry," he squeaked out before cackling again. "What?" John was wiping tears out of the corner of his eyes.

"You know what I Googled to find that frog?"

"What?"

"Cool unique frogs to make me look cool."

"Oh my God, I love you."

Notes:

see guys? i CAN write things other than angst!

Chapter 3: 2P! SMII7Y/JOHN — hurt/comfort | "nanaimo"

Notes:

a lot of people (like 2) asked for this, so here you go!

requested by K1TTY_R0S3 and lacuna (again, we love you lacuna)
req: "Im so interested in johns connection to Nanaimo" and "NANAIMO SIN NEED TO KNOW ABOUT NANAIMO"

TAGS: hurt/comfort, past trauma, alcohol-abuse mention, implied sexual trauma

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Smii7y stared at the blender, listening to it thrum and scream in the kitchen. He spared a glance over at John, who seemed like he was in his own word.

Wincing, Smii7y parted his lips to ask something, but shook his head, deciding against it. His stomach felt tight, as if trying to force the words out.

"What's up with ..."

He swallowed the question back down, refusing.

"With what?" John asked innocently.

"Nothing," he added quietly.

John eyed him for a second before letting it go, pulling a tray of Nanaimo bars out of the fridge and placing them on the counter.

"Don't eat too many. Pezzy wants to go out to a restaurant with the four of us, us and Droid."

Smii7y bit his lip and nodded. "Sure."

He didn't ask about it, not then.

 

***

 

"It's really nice. I used to go to Toronto often—my grandparents were there. You should go sometime, to Canada."

"Hm... I mean, I have been to Canada before, so—..."

"You've been to Canada before and never told me?" Smii7y blurted out, playfully slapping a hand up against his heart and gasping. "How could you?"

John chuckled under his breath. "Well, yeah, but I always just went to one specific place—..."

"What place?"

"—and I've never been anywhere but there."

"What place?"

Was it...?

He wouldn't ask, but he wondered.

"Don't remember," he answered simply. "But I'd love to go to Canada with you someday."

He switched the subject very suddenly. Smii7y had a small gut feeling that he wasn't exactly telling the truth.

"...Yeah, we should go some time."

Yet, Smii7y didn't ask.

 

***

 

Smii7y was breathing lightly, chest rising and dropping slightly. John was grabbing at him, curling up and wrapping himself around him; the fucker had worn a t-shirt to sleep and forgotent that it was winter now. He was suffering and dealing with the consequences since he physically couldn't get out of bed—he claimed.

Smii7y found it very amusing but didn't push John away when he shuffled closer, shivering.

"'M cold..."

"How about next time, you wear a few more layers, ay?"

"Shut up," John moaned.

Smii7y smiled, rolling his eyes at John and humming to himself. The longer he stared at John, the more his mind wandered, especially all of those unanswered questions, or, one of those unanswered questions.

His mind was fuzzy and there was the light buzz you get after just waking up in his whole body so, before he could have even stopped himself, he asked.

"What's up with you and Nanaimo?"

John fell silent. Smii7y was convinced even his breathing stopped.

"...John?"

"Nothing."

He was tense, tight.

Smii7y cringed, regretting the question immediately. He was about to hug John as if to forgive him but John shuffled away, getting out of the bed and throwing a hoodie on.

"John?"

"Uh-huh?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

Smii7y didn't know what to say.

"You can always talk to me about anything, you know that, John?"

John crossed his arms over his body, facing away from Smii7y.

"Yeah," he responded weakly before exiting the room.

Smii7y felt guilty, really guilty. Did he overstep some boundaries there? He wasn't really sure, but he figured that John probably needed some time alone, so he gave him that.

He definitely wouldn't be asking again.

 

***

 

John was nervous.

Smii7y could see it in his body language, how he nearly slipped while walking through the forest to get here, how he used trembling hands to pull himself up onto the hood of the car, how he kept snapping his head away whenever Smii7y looked at him.

Something was about to happen. John was going to do or say something.

Smii7y was anxious, but was just focusing on being as calm as possible. The last thing he would want to do was to freak John out and make him panic.

"Uhm..." John stared.

Smii7y gave him time. He waited, patiently.

"I don't... really, uh, know how to... talk about things."

"That's okay," Smii7y butted in quietly.

"I'm sorry for getting cold with you, the other day."

"...When?"

"When you... asked about... that thing and I just got out of bed and left."

Smii7y nodded carefully. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize."

"It was rude of me to do that, though. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, John."

"When my parents... divorced, uhm... My dad got a restraining order against my mom, so she had to go live pretty far from us... and she chose Nanaimo."

Smii7y stared at John, almost bewildered that he was actually hearing the story.

"I went to see her on the weekends. We'd meet at this one train station and she'd come and drive me the rest of the way to Nanaimo. She was... usually drunk when she drove me, but, uh..."

Smii7y winced.

"I used to stay with her from Friday after school until late Sunday. She'd just... be constantly drinking, most of the time."

John paused, so Smii7y mumbled, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine. It was just... I don't know. She used to get pretty... handsy when drunk."

Frowning, Smii7y glanced at him. "Would she... hit... you?" He tried to ask it with a soft tone, but there really was no soft tone when those words were coming out of your mouth.

"...No. She just—... I don't know. Just touchy-feely, I guess."

Smii7y was silent for a long few moments. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"...I don't know."

John shifted anxiously.

He didn't like talking about this; that much was obvious.

"Do you wanna stop talking about this?"

"Is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course."

Quietly, John mumbled, "Okay, thanks."

"Just one question, it doesn't make you uncomfortable when we, like, cuddle and hug and stuff, right?"

"No. No, it doesn't. She... used to be more... uh..."

"You don't have to say anything."

"Okay. Thank you..."

"...Do you want a hug?" Smii7y suggested when he noticed John tearing up

"Please."

Smii7y shifted and wrapped his arms around John. His heart ached when he heard John sniff in his shoulder. Smii7y continued hugging him, trying to be as comfortable and careful as possible.

"I'm sorry, John."

"It's fine."

It wasn't. It really wasn't.

Smii7y stayed quiet, though, knowing that encouraging the conversation to keep going would only upset John further. So, they continued hugging in silence, just enjoying each other's presence. Because, if John didn't want to talk about it, then Smii7y didn't want to ask about it.

Notes:

john my poor baby i would die for you

john is really nervous and can't communicate his feelings but it's okay because we will love him anyway