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Swagger shivered as he sat at his desk, Jay and Cam joking and Mason seriously asking if he was in a gunfight. He couldn’t reply to Zuckles’ question, just say he wanted to play another match, he readied up and forced himself into one, this was going to be a long night.

”Swagger?” A familiar voice piped up. Didn’t Cam leave? Whatever.

”Mmph?” Only a noise of questioning could leave his mouth, he didn’t want to speak, he was still in a state of shock.

”What happened?” Cam mumbled into the mic,trying not to startle his friend.

”Ya know how Zuck is really gullible?” Swagger huffed “That really wasn’t a joke.”

Cam just sat back against his chair making scared and confused noises. He could hear him scramble for something to grab, why was he concerned? I’m fine.

”I’m okay Fitz!” Swagger laughed into his microphone, helmet clicking against it.

”No No No Swagger you are not okay!” Cam yelled at him, guess the not startling thing was out of the window.

Swagger spent around 23 minutes calming Fitz, why am I not freaking out? I was the one who got shot! Why am I so calm?

”Hey, hey, it’s okay buddy, I’m fine!” Swagger chuckled softly “I patched up my arm and I think the bleeding has stopped! I’ve barely lost anything!” 

“Bleeding?!” Fitz screamed as Mason entered the chat, noticing the two were still there.

Swagger sighed and explained everything, stumbling around his own words trying to not shock them, or scare them further because at that point the both of them were generally very upset and confused.

He declared he was leaving and needed to sleep, disconnecting from the chat was probably the most peaceful thing he had done that night. Rubbing his eyes and removing his helmet, Swagger slipped into bed, the soft sheets against his skin was so nice, especially after recent events. He just wanted to fall asleep, forever.


As the next morning rolled around, Swagger could only describe what he was feeling as “empty”, just melancholic vibes surrounding him and his home.

He flopped down in front of the computer and opened Discord.

Fitz: how r u doing? I know it’s early but you seemed really upset

Swaggersouls: I’m okay but do you wanna play like CSGO or w/e?

Fitz:  sure

the two played together for a while, laughing sweetly and making filthy jokes.

“It’s so nice having you around Cam.” Swagger sighed as they entered another match. 

“I know!” Cam jokingly boasted, but honestly it was nice having him around, to just talk to him was the best thing Swagger had ever felt.

 

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Cam repeatedly messaged Swagger throughout the day, just checking in. He wasn’t sure why he worried so much, he cared was all. He only got simple replies, this was Swagger, though, he was either the physical embodiment of anger or super chill. They almost all included the word “sorry”. 

Fitz wasn’t sure why, he just kept apologising for nothing. 


“Cam,” Mason groaned as he picked up the phone “better be important cunt it’s three in the morning.” 

“Yeah yeah it’s important.” Fitz wheezed in between heavy breaths “I’m just so fucking worried about Swagger.” 

“Alright, tell me what’s wrong.”

The two had what could be considered a lengthy chat, only ending when Zuckles went back to sleep. Cam still wasn’t anywhere near calm, in fact he was worse off for the most part. 


 

About half an hour later his phone started ringing. Toby? He should’ve been asleep but what did Cam care he was so concerned he needed someone.

“Hey Cam can I send you something gross?” Toby blurted out before Cam could even say hello.

”What?” Fitz grunted, a slight hint of anger in his tone.

”I said, can I show you something gross!” Toby repeated “Swagger thinks he has an infection and I want your opinion.”

Oh god. Oh god no. That was the last thing Cam wanted to see, but he didn’t want to kill Swagger by not saying anything. Fitz let out a gentle sure before clicking the file in his Discord PM’s from Toby.

Christ it was disgusting! Swagger needed to go to his local doctor’s surgery or something like that.

”Tell him he needs to get it checked out.” Cam huffed into the phone.

”Hey Fitzie is everything okay?” Toby quickly turned serious despite the nickname. He payed close attention to the way Cam would constantly sigh, how he sounded like he just saw someone die and it was almost obvious he was shaking on the other end.

”Fine.” The other snapped. Honestly he expected a fun, nice, early in the morning chat with his good friend Johnontheradio. What he got just made him worse.

”Is second hand PTSD a thing?” Toby jokingly asked, a hint of genuine concern in the way he spoke.

”I don’t think so.” Cam said calmly as he swung himself upside down so his legs were resting on the back of his couch and his head was hanging off. “If this is about me and the Swagger thing it’s okay I’m fine just worried.”

“Right.” Toby gently put it, as though he was trying not to scare away a wild deer. But that’s basically how Fitz felt right now, a deer in the headlights.

”Fortnite?” Cam asked softly, getting up from his couch slightly light headed.

”Okay.” Toby sighed into the phone while walking to his computer. He’ll feel better soon. 

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“I’m telling you that someday we won’t even need real girls!” Swagger joked into the microphone, he was probably serious to be honest.

The lot of them had been playing CS:GO all day at that point, well the lot of them being: John, Smitt, Jay, Cam himself and Swagger who he had not stopped texting in the past five days.

Cam couldn’t focus, everyone kept teasing him about his odd obsession with Swagger.

I’m not obsessed with him. Fitz thought “I’m not obsessed with him I just worry!” He tried to seem like he was playing along but he was pissed off, until Swagger spoke up.

”Who cares if he thinks I need a little more care!” A little? More like a medical team! “Either way he’s my friend and if he wants the D then he’s gotta get in line!” Way to ruin the moment Swagger. 

“Yeah but who’s gonna tell John Smitt isn’t into guys?” Cam snorted back at them.

”Who says I’m not?!” Smitty joked and stood right next to John in game. Now my revenge, great!

Cam had given up and reluctantly accepted the teasing at that point, in fact joining in at some points. 

Five matches in, 3 wins, Swagger seems high, Toby's here now, shooting chickens? This was Toby though, who actually gave a crap.

"Hey Fitz you haven't said anything in a while."

hm? that was John, oh. "Yeah I'm okay just not in a talkative mood." good response jackass.

John audibly shrugged and went back to his nonsensical remarks shared with their friends. 

This was okay.


Swagger yawned and reached for his helmet as he stumbled out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and gently putting it on.

Medical time .

Cam insisted he needed the infection on his arm checked out, sure he was right but Swagger didn’t wanna listen. He wanted to leave it up to the professionally unprofessional, himself. His diagnosis? Fine. Seriously he’s one person who gave a fuck.


”Mr..... Erm?”

“Souls.” Swagger finished off that last part for his doctor, who gave this bitch a degree in judging names? Fuck it he just needed a diagnosis.

”Well Mr.Souls,” The doctor went on “we need to clean this and treat it immediately!”

”Cool.”

”Now if you would follow me.”

 

 

 


 

END BC IM LAZY

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Mason pinched his nose bridge and groaned at the other two.

”Swagger is okay you cunts.” He loudly sighed, giving up on his anxiety ridden friends.

John took a long puff of his vape and opened his mouth to speak into his microphone, nothing but smoke coming out. He put it down oddly forcefully and snarled at Mason.

Jay made a noise of confusion and looked up, he had spaced out while Mason and John had began arguing, to be honest that was a good thing. The other two were now aggressively yelling at each other, the only reasonable one surprisingly being Mason.

"Could you two calm down?" Jay softly spoke, discord almost not picking it up. John and Mason quieted down immediately, it was the first time Jay had spoken in an hour. 

"You alright?" John calmly asked, fiddling with his vape again. He spread himself out against his desk, letting out a loud "hmph." as he did so.

Jay made a sound to confirm he was alright, tapping his fingers lightly. 

“Sorry for being a cunt.” Mason spoke up, he had realised yelling was probably the wrong thing to do there and wanted to fix it.

All three seemed to have calmed down at last, that was definitely for the better.


 

”John!” Smitt yelled as his friend told another filthy joke “I was gonna say that!”

”I’m sorry that I read your mind.” John laughed, proud of his sarcastic response.

The two had been talking all afternoon, rambling about something or other every so often. They would switch between video call and regular audio call, John’s favourite was video because he got to see Smitty’s face, the soft brown hair that made him feel safe. The Canadian boy was almost like his second home. He was perfect in John’s eyes.  There was nothing about Smitt that he didn’t love. 

His mind was getting off track and he hadn’t been paying attention for a while.

”John?”

”Huh?” John responded unconciously, still not paying attention.

”Earth to John?”

”Hm? Oh yeah what Smitt?” He huffed as he picked up his vape.

”I was saying,” Smitty repeated himself “what if we were dating?”

”Well-uh-well I-I guess we’d-heh-we’d definitely amuse our adoring fans.” John seemed impressed at his own ability to go from awkward to sarcastic so quickly.

”I guess it’d be okay.” Smitty chuckled, John could hear him smiling halfway through his sentence. Beautiful.

 


 

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"Cam what the fuck is that shuffling?" Swagger asked as they entered another CS:GO match.

"Toby come here!" Fitz yelled in response, waving is hand at his lurking friend.

Toby walked over curiously, a light smile on his face. His eyes half-lidded, looking at Cam softly. He peered over at the monitor.

”What’s up?” Toby asked, ruffling Cam’s hair.

”Oh it’s just your boyfriend~.” Swagger teased as Toby slipped the headset on to say hello.

”He isn’t my boyfriend Swagger.” Toby groaned, yes he was around Cam’s place a lot, but did that really mean anything? No it didn’t.

”Oh fuck Toby sorry.” Swagger chuckled awkwardly, he fiddled with his mic and looked down at his keyboard.

”I’ll leave you to this.” Toby sighed, he felt a gentle touch on his arm as he walked away, a small apology leaving Cam’s mouth along with it. The soft touch on his arm was enough to make him smile again.


 

Mason laughed at something John had babbled to them. Swagger letting out a low chuckle, he glanced at the bandage on his left arm.

”By the way Swagger,” Mason said softly, almost inaudible because of the aggressive keyboard clicks and yelling. “are you okay?”

”I’m fine!” Swagger brushed off the obviously concerned man.

”Just checking in.” Mason replied, continuing his conversation with John and Smitty.

Swagger fiddled with the bandage, staring down at his arm. He put a hand to his head, finally noticing that he had a fever and wasn’t just playing to long. He sighed and gave the others his goodbyes for the night after that match.

He noticed his phone buzzing quietly on his bedside table, Swagger picked it up and answered.

”Toby?” Swagger yawned into the phone, rubbing his eyes.

”Hey Swagger,” Toby coughed back “so I have Cam here and he seems depressed what do I do?”

”Ask him if he’s okay, pay attention to what he says, if he says anything worrying don’t freak out.” Swagger sleepily huffed at Toby, his eyes constantly flitting between his bed and his desk. I could edit... 

“Thank you, goodnight.” Toby said gently, turning off the call.

”So?” Cam asked. “Is he okay?”

”Fine Fitzy.” Toby pulled Cam close, reaching his arm up to pet his hair.

Cam relaxed into the hug. It was comforting, sweet. It made him feel safe. 

“Why do you call me ‘Fitzy’ by the way?” Cam continued questioning his friend.

”Because it’s cute.” Toby laughed, leaning his forehead into Cam’s chest.


 

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“Christ it’s so nice to see you tall bastards.” Swagger smiled as they arrived at the hotel.

”It’s not our fault you’re a short asshole!” John elbowed Swagger and chuckled softly.

They spent a few hours sorting out the rooms and then decided to head out for the night.


 

The lot of them were way too busy talking among themselves to pay attention to what was going on, making Cam walk into a telephone pole.

”What the fuck?!” He yelled pressing a hand against his forehead. A few tiny spots of blood, he had walked directly into the box.

”Cam dude you’re bleeding.” Swagger pointed out as though it weren’t obvious.

Toby assured him it was fine and pulled a pack of tissues out of his pocket, pressing one against the scratch. He payed so much attention to not hurting Cam further, despite it only being a scratch, the care was sweet, making Swagger wish he had that sort of friendship with someone.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, “You okay?” The owner of the hand asked.

It was John, oh.

”Fine, just bored.” Swagger yawned, meeting John’s soft gaze. 

John moved his hand from Swagger’s shoulder to his back pocket, sliding it in casually and resting his hand there. He suggested something dumb to do, gaining a smile out of him. The way John looked at Swagger, it melted him, as though he understood everything he was thinking, it was always great to see his friends.

Cam whacked him on the back of the head and told them to hurry up. Swagger fiddled with his arm bandage for a moment and then ran after them. 


When they arrived back at the hotel around 5AM Mason was very excited to see Swagger.

”Aw hey Swags! How are you how is everything?” He rambled on, Swagger waited for him to finish, softly looking up at the younger.

”I’m good Mason, why are you so excited?” He smiled at Mason, the patience Swagger had for him was immeasurable.

The two chatted for a while until Swagger brought up the time they got back, he definitely needed a nap.

Mason apologised and walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

Stupid kid, love him though. Swagger thought as he drifted off. To be honest that was how everyone felt, like Mason was basically the kid they were babysitting who was actually kinda cool.

 

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The laughing between them would never cease, not even if something serious arose, they’d made that obvious.

”And so I’d kicked the guy after he tried to fucking eat my leg!” Mason yelled, breaking down giggling afterwards.

”Dude we get so fucked when we’re baked oh my god.” Swagger chuckled, leaning against his friend and looking at him softly.

Cam’s eyes kept wandering to Swagger, he tried to distract himself. look at the door, your phone, Toby, something. Nothing worked, his mind would stray back to that dead eyed gaze that replaced Swagger’s usual soft, caring eyes.

Toby rested his hand on Cam’s, giving him the I don’t know what’s wrong but I want to know look. Cam shrugged in response to his friend’s motherly nature.

He got Cam to stand up and watched how he uncomfortably shuffled, wanting to say something but unable to get it out.

”Well?” Toby huffed, glaring at him.

“This isn’t Swagger Toby.” Cam whispered, pulling his friend off to the side.
“What the fuck do you mean?” Toby groaned in a hushed tone matching Cam’s. “Of course it’s Swagger.”
“This, isn’t, him.” Cam almost repeated himself, he shook Toby and grabbed his shirt, looking infinitely more stressed.

Toby watched his friend go from slightly leaning over to a standing straight up position, face turning from worry to anger in a matter of milliseconds.

Cam rested his hand on Toby’s shoulder, opening his mouth to speak. He shut it almost immediately after and walked off to the alcohol cupboard. If Toby didn’t believe him, maybe John would.


Swagger laughed and punched Mason in the arm, anytime he tried to look him in the eyes he darted his face away.

Mason brought his hands to Swagger’s face and whipped it towards his own, near breaking his neck in the process. His eyes. They were dark, clouded over, silver. He heard Cam yelling about this earlier, the other time it was fainter, almost like he was crying.

”Swags?” Mason asked, still holding his friend’s face in place.

”Yeah?” Swagger’s expression didn’t change, in fact, he seemed emotionless.

Mason carelessly addressed everything weird, listing off one after the other, yelling at some brief points. Swagger would chuckle occasionally, then return to that robotic state, honestly scaring Mason.

”Right...” Swagger groaned “I’m gonna go, hang out with Smitty.”

”Later.” Mason suspiciously looked at him as he said it, taking another sip from his soda.

i don’t know what Cam’s onto, but he’s right about something.

 

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John walked over to his anxiety ridden friends, Cam and Mason. He listened to them natter on about how that wasn’t swagger.

they were most likely wrong and for that reason John ignored them. That was until today.

”Hey John.” The two blankly state in unison before heading back to their insane ramblings.

“No no I mean it, his eyes are dead.” Mason grumbled, he gripped Cam’s arm hard.

Cam moved his arm and ruffled his short brown hair, he nodded in agreement and asked John what he thought, going from hunched over and nervous to his usual ‘taller and smarter than you’ self.

John shrugged, he questioned where Smitty was after, he was meant to be with them but he hadn’t seen the boy all day. The others all said they hadn’t seen him, Toby bringing up he was probably getting snacks from the store with Swagger. This made Cam and Mason give each other a suspicious look and pried Toby to tell them which store they were at. Toby however groaned at them and clarified he didn’t actually know. John settling on sending his friend another text.


”Smit,” Swagger started, knocking a box of sugary cereal into the basket full of snacks they had gotten, preparing for when most of them get high later that night.

Smitty nodded, picking up another case of beer and inspecting it. Swagger proceeded asking questions things that were almost entirely science-fiction, as though he were affected by some of them.

For about the fifth time that morning Swagger announced he was leaving to go vomit, clarifying he was just feeling sick lately.

This however was not the case, chunks of some odd blue substance coming up with regular food and stomach acid. Afterward he went to the mirror of the shitty public bathroom, inspecting that grey colour that had taken to his irises. His eyes were now bloodshot, he hadn’t slept since the vomiting began. He should tell the guys, was something a normal person would think. Swagger planned to sort this out on his own however. 

 

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“As I said,” Cam groaned as he clicked at his keyboard “the world is fucked.”

Mason sighed out a half baked insult about some random political party, they were young, why did they need to discuss this.

Cam noticed Mason’s lazy behaviour, he wouldn’t do much at all, not since he saw the friend they had become suspicious of since yesterday. Mason’s fingers would run across his lips, breathless sighs that were almost like a soft moan. What had Swagger done to Mason? 

He did it again, fingers running over the slightly agape lips, sighing in a moan-like manner, this time it wasn’t just a sigh, it was a name.

”Swagger...” Mason sighed out as he touched his lips again, he was stuck on the shorter, something had happened the previous night he had discussed with no one, he couldn’t tell anyone.

This made Cam spin around his chair a little too quickly, making him fall off of it. 

“What did Swagger do?!” He yelled as he got up, Cam was still dizzy from the spin.

Mason stumbled over his words as he explained what had happened, Swagger had pinned him to the wall, came up to him with a low voice. He babbled about his eyes, the chunks of blue.... meat? In his vomit. Everything that concerned them about Swagger and more.

Cam nearly fell over as he strode over to Mason, quietly grumbling something about not spinning on his chair ever again, he questioned Mason about the dramatic lip thing, not really getting a response.

”It’s just a thing I do.” Mason murmured as he looked at his feet, holding his hands close to his chest.

Cam groaned out a quick ‘retard’ before walking away, if Mason wouldn’t answer that last question, Swagger would.


”Cam!” Swagger excitedly said, holding back a gag immediately after.

“Swagger what the everloving fuck did you do to my Mason.” Cam groaned as stared down at Swagger, his gaze more dead than his friend’s in that moment.

Swagger gave up the story, well, the story he told Mason. This pissed Cam off to the greatest extent, making him yell about the sighing and lip touching. This left Swagger bewildered, he had done nothing but ruffle his hair and asked him not to cut it. The both of them stood confused, Cam repeatedly accusing Swagger of things he would never do.

Cam pulled Swagger’s face up by his hair, earning a yelp out of the shorter. He glared deep into the grey eyes that had plagued his mind the past few days. Swagger awkwardly twitched and attempted to pull out of the uncomfortable situation, resulting in Cam grumbling and pushing him away.

”I’ll believe you,” Cam mumbled with a low, teasing tone in his voice. “for now at least.”

Swagger leaned against the wall, his face flushed a dusty pink, he ran a hand through his own hair and sighed. The same as Mason, fingers over the lips, gentle sigh. Unfortunately, his was followed by a gag, a cough and a mess.

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“Aw yeah spring is hot as well here Swags!” Mason excitedly babbled as he walked Swagger around the blistering heat of New Zealand.

“But you said-“ Swagger was quickly cut off by Mason continuing his rambling, losing himself in the taller’s rushing around and laughing.

They finally got back to Cam’s and still did not separate, rather opting to just talk for a while. Everyone had become less suspicious, aside from Cam, when Swagger openly explained his situation, in fact, it made Mason more curious.


 

Lightning. It struck loud and fast. Knocking out by the looks of things the entire town’s power. Mason quickly pushed himself towards Swagger, screaming in surprise. Cuddling up against the shorter, looking terrified. Swagger jolting at Mason almost pushing him over.

“You okay Mace?” Swagger breathed softly, stroking Mason’s short hair.

Mason shook his head and dug his face into Swagger’s shirt, letting out quiet sobs. Swagger mumbled out sweet words, assuring him it would be okay, a dusty pink coating his face. 

Bzzzzzt

Swagger checked his phone and looked at the discord message. Thank god for 4G, it was James. 

James:   Swags u good? We havnt talked in like a week???

Swagger:  sorry hgdhddfd im fine just been busy in stralia jffdghdhg

“S-Swagger?” Mason mumbled against him, only just gaining the shorter’s attention as he messaged James.

Swagger looked down at him and gave him a small noise of acknowledgement, telling James  he had to go and putting his phone away.

The younger only made grumbly noises and started looking embarrassed, tightly holding Swagger’s shirt like it was the last thing he’d ever touch.

”What?” Swagger confusedly asked, stroking a hand through Mason’s hair.

”N-nothing.” Mason sniffled and turned to one of the small candles Cam lit.

Swagger quietly babbled about the candles, the soft light illuminating them. If it wasn’t Mason he was holding he would have found this romantic, sweet, loving. Alas, it was Mason softly crying into his shirt. 

That happened to be the moment Cam rushed in and said he could get food. No one really cared, Toby nodding at the taller one dragging him along by the wrist. He gave the two sat on the floor a confused look when they just shrugged at him and walked away, still dragging Toby around uncomfortably.

 


Later that night Mason had finally drifted off, he was still tightly holding Swagger, but now they were laying down. The storm still went strong, making Swagger’s time cuddling the younger and looking at the window more interesting. 

He sighed and ruffled Mason’s hair, pulling his phone out and taking a picture. After he sent it to the group chat and saved the image to his phone he fell into yet another dreamless sleep, giving him another reason to not enjoy this almost alien experience he was having. At least the vomiting calmed whenever he was with Mason.

 

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Mason woke up still in Swagger’s arms, he didn’t get scared and jump away like most would, no, he leaned closer yet didn’t go back to sleep. The storm was still going, he was still terrified.

”You’re awake Mace?” Swagger quietly yawned , turns out the cuddling was a conscious decision.

Mason nodded his head and smiled softly at the shorter, jokingly mumbling out “no homo” to piss him off. Swagger smirked and ruffled Mason’s hair, hand coming down to rest on his hip. They watched the storm roar on, the strikes of lightning making Mason dig his face into the hoodie Swagger pulled away from him briefly to put on. He leaned into Swagger, his face softening as Swagger started stroking his hair. The two looked up at the American and Canadian spinning into the living room excitedly, Smitty cupping John’s face in his hands, John’s hands resting on Smitty’s hips. Swagger made a snide remark about the way they were almost kissing yet not quite.

”What you wanna watch them make out Swags?” Mason chuckled a bit too loudly, nuzzling his face into Swagger’s side.

Smitty kissed John on the cheek to prove some point, really even he didn’t know, he just wanted to. John mocked Swagger for insulting their closeness and removed his hand from Smitty’s hip to point at Mason comfortably smiling against him, Swagger began lovingly rubbing circles into Mason’s side with his thumb and letting out a legitimately offended gasp, gagging after that and pulling close the bucket he kept by him for when he did vomit. Smitty made a gagging noise himself and suggested to John they continue their dancing about outside of the living room, where the two idiots lay most of the day.


When the lightning had slowed to purely thunder and rain Mason was the first to get up, he sat up, nuzzled his face into Swagger’s hair briefly and walked off to bother Cam.

”That’s an issue...” Swagger mumbled as he looked at blue and green filled bucket, the meat had started having a similar look to his inner thighs and lower back, his skin had turned blue and felt rough, canines sharpening along with his darkened bloodshot eyes, he felt better when with Mason.


John and Smitty weren’t the only ones partaking in rainy day lovefests, in fact Cam seemed rather attached to Toby, physically. His arms were wrapped around the shorter’s waist, smiling into his blond hair, arms unlocking so he could slide his fingers up and down Toby’s sides, making the shorter giggle quietly. Toby was peacefully resting on the couch leaning over the back of it watching John and Smitty be a little too physical with each other. 

That was when Cam struck, he loved hearing those sweet giggles come from Toby. Leaning down to rest his head on Toby’s shoulder, smirking and tickling the poor boy. Toby laughed suddenly and attempted to push Cam away, John giving them a wolf whistle and Smitty laughing at his friend. Smitty leaned up and whispered to Cam Toby had told him he has a sensitive neck and continued leaning into John filled with complete glee. Toby’s face flushed a deep red as Cam experimentally kissed his neck, elbowing him lightly and returning to his giggling. Now everyone was in fits of laughter, poking fun at the fact Toby, does in fact, have a sensitive neck. The lot of them returned to their constant closeness and idiotic joking.

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Mason grumbled as he rose from his spot in the guest bed, shoving a sleeping Swagger off of him. He smiled at the smaller groaning and whining, trying to grab Mason and pull him back. Mason flicked his face and walked away.

He didn’t bother putting clothes on, rather opting to walk around half naked. He greeted Cam as he stalked around the kitchen, whacking out random foods and looking at what he wanted to make. Mason just threw himself at Cam’s couch, saying good morning quietly. 

“So LA...” Cam sighed and looked at his friend.

”So LA.” Mason echoed his words, sadly looking at the floor.

Cam patted his back and smiled, Mason looked up at him and tried not to break down in tears. Cam pulled him close and hugged him, Mason repeating that he missed Cam most while he sobbed into said man’s shoulder. Cam was going to die because of how bad he felt for the kid, it wasn’t his fault he was so overwhelmed.


Swagger pried at Mason and Jay for information on their trip, mainly Jay as Mason had said he didn’t want to talk about it. Soon enough Matt was calling Jay over and for the millionth time, it was just them. 

Swagger smiled at his friend, not knowing what to say, Mason on the other hand was very talkative. Beginning to actually laugh and smile, his signature idiocy returning. This surprised Swagger as he had been unresponsive and cold all day, hell at one point he was poking his thumb on one of Swagger’s canines to prove a point. 

“Didn’t you say at one point you might be bi?” Swagger asked, trying to tread lightly on the topic.

”Yeah I guess I did,” Mason shrugged and grinned at Swagger “it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

Swagger nodded and moved onto another thing, most likely something he saw on Twitter, the two continued being inseparable and talking.

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Mason dug his face into his pillow, he had a huge problem. The gray eyes that used to freak him out had become warm, welcoming. Letter jackets and Hawaiian shirts forced smiles out of him, even on his worst days, Swagger was his problem.

He couldn’t stop thinking about him, not once. It was unhealthy, the smiles that forced themselves onto his face, this wasn’t a crush, Mason had no romantic interest in Swagger, at least he’d convinced himself to believe such. 


Swagger had a similar issue, his problem however was that the others encouraged it. They had spurred him on to ask Mason if he felt the same. Swagger ignore their desperate, fan girl like, pleas, ignoring them and continuing his friendship as normal.


 “Hey Swags...” Mason grumbled as he looked softly at the other through is computer screen.

Swagger made a noise of acknowledgement and yawned, he was tired as all hell.

“Can I steal some clothes?” He calmly asked, as though he wasn’t planning to, as he said, steal Swagger’s clothes.

Swagger shrugged and said next time they were together he could drop him off a jacket or two and about a dozen old shirts. Mason’s face went a dusty pink, he smiled and thanked him. Swagger cracked his fingers and yawned again, a soft sigh leaving the Australian. 

“I should go to bed, I’ll talk to you on my phone.” Swagger smiled and waved as he switched the call off.

He twirled around his room slightly and sighed loudly as he fell back first onto his bed, picking up his phone quickly reopening discord.


"Swaaaaaaagerrrrrrr~?” Mason breathed as he watched his friend slowly fade into sleep.

When you’re tired, you’re tired, and so, Swagger fell asleep. He was half way through a sentence and drowsily mumbling at Mason with a cute half lidded gaze. Mason shook his head and watched his chest rise and fall. Mindlessly mumbling out ‘love you’ as he clicked off the call to go to bed himself.

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Swagger let out a groan as he got up. “Fuck my fucking arm god I hate this.” He moved to his computer slowly and saw a message from James.

Jameskii:  wanna play VR chat

Swaggersouls: hgggdftddgdgrfdfsfdgfv y not

Swagger ran around in game fucking shit up with James for a few hours, later getting a text from Mason. It was a simple ‘hi’ signalling he just wanted to talk.

”Hey Mason just messaged me!” Swagger happily announced. “Wanna say hi?” 

James shrugged and flipped Swagger off in game, the American doing a jokingly offended gasp in return. Mason soon joined their call and got Swagger to do screen share so he could see what was going on.


Cam groaned as Mason rambled to him about Swagger, sure he was happy they were best friends basically but this was beyond the joke. It was like a crush at this point. 

Fitz listened nonetheless, Mason soon getting bored and saying he was going to go do some dumb shit for Snapchat.


”You’ve seen my face!” Swagger yelled at James. 

“No I have not!” James laughed at Swagger, looking intently at the helmet. 

Swagger sighed and groaned as he took the helmet off. “This good?” 

James smiled and nodded, making a ‘why my pp hard’ joke. The little mumble of it made Swagger laugh loudly. 

The two resumed talking and playing games, jokes constantly being brought up with memes and demonetisation. If they were streaming they’d be banned, good thing they weren’t.

 

 

 

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Mason hissed as he picked up the call, glaring at Fitz’s discord icon. 

“Masie?” He asked calmly. “Are You alright?” 

Mason grumbled and huffed out that he was okay, ignoring the concern in Cam’s voice. Cameron was obviously picking up on his behaviour, he was pissy with everyone, especially Swagger. Cam wouldn’t shut up, he demanded he knew why Mason was behaving like this. 

“Is this about Swagger?” Cam questioned. “What are you into him?” He tapped his desk, fidgeting a lot. 

Mason shouldn’t have been as offended as he was. “I am not into Swagger.” He snarled, slamming his fist on his desk. 

Cam jumped and got scared, immediately apologising, voice shaky. Mason realised his mistake and said sorry for the sudden aggression. Cam shrugged it off and sighed, saying he was going to leave. 

“Bye Cam.” Mason grumbled, clicking off of discord and opening Fortnite, playing solos and regretting being alive. 


It had been about five hours since the call and Mason still unhappy with what happened. Switching between discord and games had gotten boring, he desperately needed something to do. That was the time Mason started thinking, about anything and everything it didn’t matter as long as it kept him occupied. 

“Maybe I am into Swagger?” Mason said to no one, suspiciously eyeing his hands as though they had the answer. He let his hands fall to his face, muffling somewhere between a yell and a groan. 

Mason slowly nodded off, still laying on his back on his bed, hands falling from his face to his sides. Sleep became all he knew those days, refusing to let him out of bed. 

He needed help.

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Cam bounced up and down as he saw his friends, Smitty walking with John, Mason almost phasing into Swagger with how quick he got to him. 

“Calm down!” Toby laughed at Cam, not listening to his own advice as he saw Matt getting out of an Uber with Jay. 

Fitz shooed away his friend and ran to Jay, practically picking up the other kiwi as he hugged him. Jay didn’t care he was almost being squished by Cam, smiling happily at him. 

Toby went over to Matt and calmly greeted him, Matt hugged Toby and smiled. They separated and talked for a while. 

Smitty and John walked to them all and smiled, excited to hang out with their friends.


Swagger was talking about the con when Smitty spoke up, getting cutoff.

then it would be Smitty smiled at his friends and bounced up and down slightly, happily saying. “John I just remembered Ohm is gonna be here!”


John grumbled as he noticed the man with the rabbit hoodie, an unfortunate coincidence as it would likely keep Smitty too busy to talk to John. It’s not that he didn’t like Ohm, he just didn’t want to admit he got jealous. 

The two strolled over to him, smiling and waving, as they commonly found themselves doing. Ohm noticed them and grinned, rabbit ears on his hoodie flopping about as he rushed over to them. 

“Nice blindfold.” John smirked as he saw Ohm’s little outfit, honestly he liked it, John was just a natural born asshole. 

“Nice nails.” Ohm retorted and pointed out the little Smii7y coloured fingernails. The three laughed at each other and continued with normal conversation. 

Soon enough the three walked over to the others. 

“That’s Cam, he’s tall, that’s Swagger, he’s small... That’s about it!” Smitty was listing off his friends to Ohm, actively trying to offend them in the process. 

Ohm said his hellos and got comfortable fairly quickly, so did the others, happily talking to John and Smitty’s friend, Smitty mainly interrupting conversations to talk to Ohm. 

 

 

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Swagger’s yelling echoed because of his helmet, Mason laughing at him and his random rant. He was on some random topic that made no sense, Matt dropping in at a few points. Mason’s eyes traced over Swagger, a dusty pink coating his cheeks. Cam, being the dad he is, noticed and lightly elbowed Mason. 

“Got a crush there Masie?” The taller laughed, ruffling Mason’s hair. 

“N-“ Mason coughed suddenly “no!” He finally yelled at Cam, fixing his hair and going red. 

Swagger broke away from his loud ramble to ask if the Australian was okay, Mason getting flustered and nodding quickly. Cam’s claim was backed up when Mason’s breath hitched. 

As if by magic Swagger knew exactly what Cam was thinking, face getting red under the helmet, winking at Mason.


Toby rested a hand on Matt’s, smiling and sighing. Matt smiled back, resting his head on Toby’s shoulder. A comfortable silence falling between them, well, as silent as it could be with the nightcore Mason played boomed loudly from his speakers. 

Jay casually stroked Cam’s hair, Cam purring slightly. The shorter sighed and smirked, Cam yelping as he got his hair pulled out of nowhere. Jay laughed at him, pulling his mask back over his mouth to muffle it. 

Ohm, John and Smitty all shared jokes and stories, Smitty spilling a drink on Ohm after John said something filthy. Ohm giggled and took off his shirt, the Canadian going a soft pink. John snarled and rolled his eyes. 

The lot stuck in their comfort, smiling and laughing.

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Cam stared at Mason curiously, watching him fiddle about with his phone. To be completely honest Fitz was only like this because he was worried for the shorter. Mason had been suspicious, nervous, mostly around Swagger. Cam’s little crush suspicions never died down, really they had become stronger since Swagger had been acting the same. 

Speak of the devil the 5’8 anger filled cunt was walking over to Mason. He ruffled his hair and started up a conversation, it was probably about nothing. Cam eavesdropped anyway, listening in on their stupid ramblings, he watched Swagger gag and try not to vomit. His grey eyes flash to emerald green and deep sea blue back to grey. It was odd, how Mason ignored all of the weirdness, instead a weirdly love struck gaze was what he gave Swagger. Cam blew it off, still having an underlying feeling that maybe Mason saw Swagger as a bit more than a friend. 


“Cam c’mon this is like the billionth time you’ve asked me!” Mason whined, going a soft pink, eyes darting back and forth. “I don’t think about Swagger like that.” 

Cam shook his head and grumbled. “Mason, I know you, tell me the truth.” He rested a hand on Mason’s shoulder, looking at him with an unreadable expression, the one a parent gives a child when they know the kid is lying. 

Mason bit his lip and stared at Cam, shoulders dropping and eyes squeezing shut. “Well I’m sure I won’t feel like this for long.” 

The taller gave mason a pitiful look, sighing quietly. He leaned down to give him a hug and mumble that it’s okay to feel that way. The two hugged for a moment, Mason moving away and smiling at Fitz, he lightly punched the taller in the arm and walked off, grabbing his phone and going on Discord. 


Swagger groaned and lay on the floor, there were plenty of places to sit Swagger just chose to be on the floor really. What he’d give for another storm, another reason to lay with Mason, unfortunately for him the heat was blistering and Mason seemed busy with Cam. He didn’t seem to mind though, as long as he could even talk to the Australian he was happy. Matt walked over and plopped down beside Swagger, sitting cross legged, asking if he was okay. 

“Mmmmmason...” Swagger huffed and put his head in his hands, quietly rambling about the taller. 

Matt tilted his head and happily listened, pulling his phone out, playing on it in the meantime. He nodded along to the sound of Swagger grumbling. There wasn’t much of a point other than the fact he wanted to be near Mason, but Matt didn’t mind, he liked listening to people talk about things, it gave him a better idea on who they were.

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“I want him but I just-“ Mason cut himself off as he started fucking screaming into a cushion. 

Cam patted his back and told him he’d be okay, humming to some random song playing from the speaker. He zoned out, ignoring Mason’s gay ass screaming to listen to Jay singing. It was beautiful, Toby and Matt were tapping and humming along, creating some sort of wonderful harmony. When Mason was finished his face was red and had a few tear marks, he was mumbling about Swagger and him again. 

“That’s it I’m your fucking wingman, Masie.” The tallest groaned and pulled Mason by his arms so he was sitting on his lap. “First you have to fucking flirt with him though, got it?” 

Mason nodded and wiped his eyes, eagerly listening to the wisdom of Fitz. 

“When he starts getting all gay and flustered you know he wants to do shit alright?” Cam mindlessly continued, doing dramatic hand movements. 


It was about two in the morning and Swagger felt like he was having a panic attack, he wasn’t high nor drunk for once, so this was new. Only issue was, it wasn’t a panic attack? He was hyperventilating but he wasn’t having troubling thoughts, unless you counted Mason as a troubling thought.

He shook his head when it had finally stopped, getting up and getting water from the kitchen. Mind still on the Australian that lay a bed away from him in that small airbnb, it was like an obsession. He’d babble to Matt, to James, to anyone about Mason, just so he could let out his thoughts. They weren’t explicit or anything, just a bit gay is all. 

“Stupid fucking crush.” Swagger grumbled and went back to bed, finally getting sleep.

 

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Mason threw a random shirt on out of his bag, turns out it was one of the shirts Swagger gave him. When he pulled it over his head Mason seemed to light up, like god had just told him he was gonna get some good pussy and next time he did drugs it would be a good trip. He slowly walked out of the bathroom with his clothes on, greeting the guys waiting for him, they were all going to go out and fuck about. 

“Jay isn’t it a bit early for nightcore?” Swagger groaned, leaving the bedroom with his hair a total mess, shirt riding up as he stretched. 

Jay laughed and shrugged at him, turning the volume on his phone down. 

The Australian mumbled. “You look cute when you’re tired.” Under his breath, looking down at Swagger lovingly. 

Swagger looked at him and asked what he was saying, Mason squeaking out that it was nothing. The shorter shrugged it off and rummaged around for his clothes, settling on a soft pastel coloured jacket, white shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. Taking a pair of shoes he clearly stole from John. Fitz handed him his butterfly pin off of the kitchen counter, smiling at Swagger then at Mason as the American put the pin in his hair. 

“You still have that?” Matt sounded surprised, Swagger shrugging in response. 


It was... one in the morning? They didn’t know really, their phones were dead, they were wasted as fuck and they were stumbling back to the hotel. So Mason’s drunk mind decided to warn Cam he was going to go ask out Swagger, pulling said helmet wearing stoner to the side and staring down at him. 

“Whaddya-uhhh-need Mace?” He chuckled, noticing Mason was still wearing his shirt. 

Mason took a deep breath, sighing after and giving Swagger a soft look. Instead of asking Swagger out he went on a drunk ramble about  how cute he thought Swagger was. Dumb I know, but it’s still what he went with. Swagger wasn’t really listening, he was staring at Mason’s lips, watching them move into shapes that spat out words and noises at him. He shook his head and put his hands either side of Mason’s face, the taller still not shutting up, his eyes still traced Mason’s face, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. 

“A-and I don’t-I don’t know...” Mason’s mouth pursed into a pout, Swagger pulling him down and kissing him softly. Mason didn’t react, just kiss back. 

The slow, gentle kiss didn’t last long, Swagger pulling away first and walking over to the others like nothing happened. Mason ran after him and looked like a cherry with how red he was, a small whine falling from his mouth as he caught up with them. Swagger didn’t think much of it and held Mason’s wrist, dragging him forward and running back to the Airbnb with him. 


Swagger slammed the door shut behind him and groaned. “Sorry I did that I just wanted you to shut-“

Mason cut him off with a kiss, his rough and sudden, hands resting on Swagger’s neck. The shorter’s eyes fluttered closed as he kissed back, hands moving to Mason’s waist. Mason groaned and pulled away. 

“Shut up and go out with me already.” He gasped, hands moving to cup Swagger’s cheeks. Swagger happily nodded in response, pulling Mason into another kiss. 

The two stood giving each other kisses for a while, taking in the taste of alcohol on their tongues, getting drunk on something other than liquor. 


“I assume you’ll be needing these?” Cam chuckled and knocked on the door. A box of painkillers in his hand.

Mason answered like he expected and gratefully took the painkillers, he clarified he didn’t have sex with Swagger but did have a very painful headache. Grumbling and slamming the door behind him. 

That made Fitz burst into fits of laughter, texting the Australian “sure ;)...” despite knowing full well he clearly did not have sex with Swagger. He left moments later and ended up teasing the two for the rest of the day, trying to ignore their totally not obvious hand holding and quick kisses. 

At least they’re happy.

 

 

 

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“Calm down! Everyone please! Matt will be okay!” Jay screamed, kicking Mason from the group call. 

Bombs had been dropped, close to Matt, so close that when they saw the news a flood of messages hit Matt’s inbox. Speak of the devil he had entered the call, mostly quiet, just confirming he was fine. Toby spoke quickly, clearly about to have a panic attack, leaving the call to talk to Matt privately. Jay sighed and returned to calming his friends, Mason returning to the call quietly crying. Swagger speaking up for a moment to try and get Mason to stop. 

Soon everyone split from the call, leaving Cam and Jay alone. 

“Fitz?” Jay breathed shakily, playing with some paper and a pin on his desk. 

“Yeah Jay?” Cam cooed quietly, as if Jay was a small cat he wanted to pet. 

The shorter shook his head and sighed out that he was terrified, that Matt may have been hurt, that anyone of them could’ve been hurt. Fitz stumbled over his words, trying to comfort him the best he could, even if he would most likely fail miserably. Jay felt a little better nonetheless, appreciating the fact he was trying. Jay left the call and messaged Cam he’d be fine, hissing at himself for being so rude. 

Goodguyfitz:   u ok? 

McCreamy: yeah im ok

the concern was sweet, it made Jay smile even while like this. The idiot dad of the group trying to keep his kids safe. Jay had to admit, he admired Fitz a little too much in some instances but he gave the thoughts no attention. He realised he had gotten lost in his own head again, snapping out of a dreamy state. His thoughts were clouded, giving his wall a thousand yard stare. He was okay, he was sure he’d be okay.


 

”T-Toby?” Matt croaked. “Turn-turn on your camera pl-please...” 

“Matt!” The other sighed and switched his camera on. “Baby are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying, are you okay?” 

Matt nodded, wiping his eyes and mumbling quietly, refusing to face the camera. Toby assured him he’d be okay, that everything would be okay, that it wouldn’t happen again. The American gave him a broken smile, shocking Toby with the fact he now only had one eye, or what looked like it. He had a bandage over his left eye, Toby let out a quiet gasp, asking if Matt was okay again. Matt nodded, shrugging and saying it won’t heal but he’ll be fine. 

“It does hurt a little but I don’t mind.” Matt sighed. “As-as long as I can still hear you.”

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“Swagger help-“ James rambled as said man entered the call. 

“James what’s up?” Swagger calmly said as he got sent a video of a grotesque, humanoid thing, so basically a zombie. 

James continued rambling, looking terrified as he explained what happened. He was in a bad state, there were a few splotches of blood on his shirt, tear marks on his face. Swagger tried his best to calm James, ultimately failing. A few minutes later James had quieted, looking down at his floor. The American talked softly, asking about what happened. 

“Th-there was that fucking thing in the video and-and it attacked me.” James’ words were quiet, careful. “S-so I killed it...” 

The American continued trying to comfort James, still not doing very well but trying nonetheless. The other shivered and confirmed that he’d be okay, saying goodbye and leaving the call. Swagger shook his head, typing out a goodbye in the chat. 


The yeet master:  sup u fckn gay babies uegdrderdd james saw a fckn zO MBIE

good guy dick:   wHAT HTS FYCK

retarded cunt:   learn to spell cunt >:( 

Swagger chuckled at the flood of messages, mainly Jay and Mason arguing about nothing. He explained his random addition to the conversation, seeing Matt pop in to say he saw similar things after the bomb hit. Everyone ended up asking about what happened, Matt clarifying he didn’t know much, just that those things were around. They returned to their regular conversations, Swagger ending up in a state of panic trying to find out more. Matt brushed it off, seeming cold, emotionless. The shortest fiddled with his hoodie sleeve, pulling it up to look at the gunshot wound from months ago, it never concerned him until now...

 

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John tilted his head, listening to Ohm and Smitty talk as he put down a +4 in their uno game. They had no one else to play with so it was just those three and AI Dusty, or as Ohm and his other friends liked to call it, “Al Dusty.” 

Smitty seemed a bit too interested in Ohm and what he had to say, he brought up the weird shit in the news, the government lying, the beginning of a war that could either kill them all or start a zombie apocalypse. It seemed to have done the second. 

“Yeah I saw one recently, it was terrifying!” Ohm shivered, shaking his head and groaning. “I hit it over the head so it wouldn’t hurt me.” 

“With what? Like a chair or?” Smitty picked up four cards, Ohm proceeding to hit him with a reverse. 

“Just some bat I found, it was laying next to me.” Ohm shrugged. 

The three continued playing uno, John being the winner, jokingly gloating and laughing. Smitty playfully blew a raspberry and called him the worst, Ohm giggling at them. They all slowly left the call to get on with their day, mostly filled with editing as that would be the recording they used. 


Smitty walked around his kitchen, making a cup of coffee and sitting down to play some of the new Spider-Man game. He sighed to himself and swung through the world, giggling at references and such other things, making stupid jokes every so often. 

After about an hour he stood up and went to do other things, mainly tidy up and do other bits of meaningless housework. He would occasionally talk to his friends for 10 minutes or so, continuing his day as normal. However his night was more panic attacks and worry rather than sleeping and peace. 

“Zombies, of all things, these fucking mutants!” He grumbled into his phone, hearing John sigh back at him. “What? I’m scared okay!” 

“No Smit, dude, I am too.” John groaned, audibly turning in his bed. “I’m just too tired for this right now.” 

Smitty nodded and said goodnight to John, despite it clearly being three in the morning and he planned not to sleep. In all honesty he couldn’t even if he tried, scrolling through Twitter and Instagram with concern, trying to distract himself as the sense of impending doom set in. Soon enough he did pass out, phone landing directly on his chest with a slap. Giving him roughly two hours of sleep. 

 

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“Swagger? Babe?” Mason was shaking, terrified of what’s to come next. “Did you hear the news?” 

Swagger nodded, choosing to remain silent. All bullets from 2016 forward had been laced with an experimental drug, causing the zombies plaguing earth to exist.

”Maybe it didn’t work on you? You haven’t killed anyone!” The Australian seemed to be terrified in that moment, biting his lip and resting his head in his hands. 

The shorter opened his mouth to speak, choosing not to and to rather inspect the old gunshot wound on his left arm. It was a precise shot, as though the man who shot him aimed for it. He directed his attention to the features that changed recently, thinking that it may have been an earlier development that didn’t entirely affect him. Swagger chose not to speak and messaged Mason all of this. 

The two sat in a comfortable silence, one of them occasionally mumbling out a quiet ‘I love you, cunt’. They moved on to playing random games to pass the time, Swagger actually bothering to speak up. As they passed the time the sad awkwardness flew away, resuming their regular gay bullshit. Swagger hoped he’d be okay, Mason just wanted to see him. 


Loud and gay, that’s how you’d describe their group. However in this instance, Cam was talking about Jay. He was babbling about the other kiwi happily, it was Mason and Swagger all over again, this time Toby took the role of ‘just ask him out’ and Fitz was having none of it. 

Jay on the other hand sighed and mumbled when he talked about the taller, sometimes he’d even stop talking because he’d be lost in thought. Matt was the one he’d talk to, getting soft responses and shitty pickup lines to use. The tumblr name gay baby gang really did fit them at this point. 

Whenever Jay had a video call with Cam his cat would always visit to say hello to the taller, the little feline seemed to like him as much as Jay did, that was nice for the both of them. Fitz didn’t have any pets, however he wished he had a cat so their pets could get along. Then again, maybe Cam just wanted to spend time with Jay.

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Jay ran as fast as he could, even something as meaningless as groceries became terrifying. His heart pounded out of his chest as he ran towards his home, tears he didn’t know were there dropped from his eyes in that moment between life and death. A walker almost catching him as he slid past the door. Hissing and quickly wiping his eyes, dropping his bags and rushing to his couch. Broken, tired sobs left him as he feared for both his friends, his family’s and his own life. He could hear screams coming from outside, grabbing couch cushions to cover his ears and blasting random nightcored songs to drown it out. 

Bashing on his door wasn’t uncommon, but this time he listened. Mainly because yells of “Are you okay?!” and “Jay! Open up!” came through also. And so he pathetically dragged himself to his door, tears still pouring. 

“What the fuck-no why the fuck are you two here?!” Jay snarled as he saw both Fitz and Toby at his door, Toby holding a large blunt object he couldn’t quite figure out and Cam holding a baseball bat. 

“Us and the rest of the guys are grabbing our things and going to wait out the war...” Cam grimly announced, Toby anxiously nodding along. “We want you to come with us... I want you to come with us.” 

That last sentence drove Jay to quickly nod his head, dragging the other two inside. He got them to explain further, heart pounding as they talked about the situation. Matt had found a wasteland, where no bombs had hit and he doubted they would hit. It was less of a wasteland more of a ghost town, silent, peaceful. That was what disturbed Matt, he needed the loud idiots he was friends with to give him his own twisted sense of peace that he held so close to his heart. Also he missed Toby. 

“Our flight is tomorrow... we bought three tickets for a reason.” Cam nervously smiled, looking at Jay with soft, understanding eyes. 

Jay leaped at the chance to hug Fitz in that moment, wrapping his arms around the taller and trying not to cry more. “Of course I’ll come with you.” 

Toby mumbled something about feeling like a third wheel, Fitz hissing something about Matt back. Jay ignored them, just getting up to pack his bags and wait for the next day.


And that day came, he traveled to the airport with a heavy heart, a cat and a sinking feeling in his stomach. The flight was long and tiring, he couldn’t sleep. When he saw his cat later he was definitely a lot happier however. Jay met up with Fitz and Mason at the other airport, the two cats meowing from their crates in a form of greeting. Fitz drove them to the place Matt had moved to, it was strangely big, a little run down yes, but almost mansion like. It was abandoned and off the market, that’s how Matt got it. They had to share rooms, Jay didn’t mind. 

“Jay? Want to share a room with me?” Cam suggested, really they had no choice because Matt was with Toby, Mason was with Swagger. 

It turned out the others had came to the ghost town with their pets, it was practically off the map. No houses could be bought, only claimed. Bordie, Ezra and Kugo took over the top floor of an apartment building. John and Smitty finding a smaller house close by. Their other friends scattered around. James’ plans to move to Canada weren’t thrown out of the window just yet however, Swagger had invited him but he chose to wait it out for now. 

Jay found a sense of peace here, hey at least this would make the living fans happy. They always wanted a house full of misfits.

 

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Matt entered the house, greeting everyone in a depressed tone. He chucked some bags of food and such at the floor walking over to Toby and kissing his cheek. That action ended up confusing Swagger greatly, no one else really cared. 

“Matt? And Toby? Matt are you and Toby-?” He rambled, cold robotic gaze flicking between them, pointing at them both dramatically. 

Toby giggled. “What do you think?” Pulling Matt down and kissing his lips. 

The American happily kissed back, throwing his arms around Toby’s neck. Swagger still mumbling in a confused tone in the background. He got up and stumbled to the kitchen, seeing Mason and nearly launching at him. He let out a dramatic sigh and held Mason’s hand, looking at him blankly. Mason shrugged, giving Swagger a similar look. The two looked at each other for a moment, a comfortable silence falling between them. The taller moved away and smiled, beginning to make a coffee and sighing dramatically to himself. 

The house was falling apart, they were all terrified and honestly no one knew what was going on. At least they were all alive.


”Jaaaaayyy~...” Fitz tried not to burst out laughing as he searched their bedroom, checking under the beds and behind cabinets. “I know you’re in here...” 

Jay accidentally giggled, shrinking into himself as he peeked out from behind a pile of clothes in the closet. Cam hadn’t saw him the first time he checked, he hoped he still didn’t see him. He heard the closet door creak open slowly, eyes meeting Cam’s. The two burst into fits of laughter. Fitz pulled him from the closet and smiled, picking him up and throwing him at one of the beds. 

“Oh Fitz~!” Jay positioned himself dramatically, looking up at the taller in a jokingly sexual manner. “You’ve found me! Now what’re you gonna do with me~?” 

Cameron went bright red, nervously giggling as though Jay were being serious. “Gonna use you for views.” He smirked and towered over Jay. 

The smaller went a similar colour, pulling Fitz closer by his shirt. “Why not just use me instead?” He proceeded to roll off the bed while giggling, leaving Fitz a tense, uncomfortable and blushing mess. 

Jay stood up and corrected his clothes, smirking at Cam. The taller then left the room and quietly yelled into his hands, walking to the bathroom to see how red he had went. Tomatohead from Fortnite that’s how red. Poor fucker was just flustered to hell and back, secretly wanting to take Jay’s joke very seriously. 

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Jay let out a noise of acknowledgement as Fitz tapped on his shoulder. Feeling a soft thing brush against his cheek slightly and rest on his shoulder, a thorn or two pricking him lightly. He turned his face and looked at what Cam brought, flowers. A few roses, a signature sunflower he said he would always give to girls and a chain of daises only big enough to rest as a crown atop Jay’s head. 

“Is-does this mean-Fitz?” Jay stumbled over his words, Cam trying not to grin as he nodded. 

The smaller’s face went a soft pink, standing up and grabbing the flowers. He took the crown of sorts and stretched up to put it on Cam’s head, tongue darting out of his mouth slightly in concentration. Fitz carelessly stole a deep red rose and held it between his teeth, smiling down at Jay. The two just looked at each other, the only emotions in their faces being joy. 

Alas, someone called Jay over to them, leaving Cam alone to process what happened. He couldn’t wait until Jay got back to him.


Racc stalked out of the apartment building, small backpack swung over his shoulder and pistol in hand. He glared at the slow moving creatures passing down the streets, finally the hoard had moved far away, enough for him to start running. 

He sprinted towards an abandoned 7/11, the power gladly wasn’t gone and the shelves and freezers were stocked. Ezra swiped food, drink, whatever he could into the backpack. He noticed a slightly broken shopping cart outside and wheeled it inside, riding on that and sweeping things into it. He had a surprisingly good sense of control despite it being a shopping cart and his hair in his face. 

Soon enough he was shooting zombies and riding the cart home, grinning maliciously the whole time. He was made for apocalypses, preparing for months now. If anything it was like he knew it was going to happen. 

Or maybe he was just a kid with fluffy hair and a bit of a bloodlust. 

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Smitty yawned as he left his bedroom, holding his phone close and smiling at it. He was obviously texting someone and it was obviously making him happy. 

“Who’s you’re new girlfriend milky?” John chuckled, walking over and peering over his shoulder with a slight snarl. 

The Canadian went a soft pink, saying he was just texting Ohm. This didn’t amuse John at all, a hiss left his mouth, walking away and shrugging. It didn't stop Smitty from feeling bad for John, the taller seemed to hate when he talked to Ohm, he wasn't sure why. John supported Smitty through everything, what did John think he had a crush on Ohm? 

Was John jealous?

Smitty ignored his assumptions and got on with his life, still a heavy feeling sat on his chest. Something that suggested something so simple, yet it could break them apart if Smitty so much as uttered a word of it to John. 


Smitty was right.

John didn't like when he felt this way, no one does. Yet there he was, desperately trying not to hate Ohm when all he wants is Smitty, he only hated how close they had become, how he felt like Ohm was taking Smitty away from him. These weren't rational thoughts, he knew that, did that stop them? No, of course it didn't. 

Of course it still gave him a sharp pang of jealousy in his chest, of course he still cared about Smitty, of course he wanted the best for him. In John's mind, he was the best for Smitty. Smitty gives him those butterflies in his stomach, the flushed red face, the whole enchilada. 

He'd try anyway, he'd force his feelings down and care for the Canadian he now lived with, he'd remain silent every time Smitty talked to Ohm. 

John would do anything for Smitty, there was no doubt about that.

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Jay wraps his arms around Cam’s waist, smiling and lightly kissing his back. The taller flushed a dusty pink, looking behind him and smiling gently at the other man. The two gave each other a confused yet lovestruck look. Both of them mumbling something along the lines of “what are we?” And that was when they went bright red. Jay pulling away to say something. 

“Boyfriends, if you want? You did bring me flowers-“ he shrugged, running a hand through his hair, pulling his mask over his mouth. 

Cam got butterflies, quickly nodding his head at Jay. A goofy grin covered his face, tears pricking at his eyes. Jay launched at him with a hug, nearly pushing Fitz over. Cam picked him up in his arms and spun around in joy. The two shared a brief kiss, smiles wide as they separated. Jay letting out a satisfied sigh, pecking Cam’s cheek quickly. 


Unfortunately John’s relationship issues weren’t as easily solved, as he was repeatedly telling himself he didn’t need Smitty, that Ohm didn’t need Smitty. That didn’t stop his feelings invading his life. He cared if the mutants got to the guys sure, but if Smitty got bit he didn’t know what he’d do. 

And so, John was messed up. Trying not to think about Smitty, hiding away in his room, basically avoiding the Canadian. However that didn’t help. 

Three knocks at his door, a soft voice speaking from the other side. “John? You okay buddy?” 

God that sweet little voice broke John, it made his face flush red and his body shake nervously. He bit his lip and walked to his bedroom door, opening it and looking dishevelled. Smitty asked if now wasn’t a good time, John shrugging in response. The two made small talk for a little, Smitty asking if John had been alright lately. 

“I’m fine Smit, just a bit ehh at the moment.” The taller grumbled, heart pounding in his chest as he looked at Smitty. 

After the two had talked Smitty went to go do his own things, leaving John still in his room, flustered and unfortunately in love.

 

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It wasn’t uncommon to see Matt bursting through the door, mostly with groceries and things. Other days he’d come home with a bright smile and oddly joyful despite it being the apocalypse. He’d always rob places to bring gifts home for Toby, it was adorable of him. 

“Toby! Baby!” Matt gleefully yelled as he bashed a walker’s head in with a some designer high heels. 

He slipped past the door and shut it fast, seeing Toby slide down the banister to see him, he hopped off and had a bright smile. The kiss they shared in the middle of the living room was long and dramatic, like a husband returning to his wife after a war. Honestly you could joke he was pretty often, with the medical eyepatch and the fucking beard of all things, also the war going on outside. England and Australia would’ve been unaffected by the mutants had they not got involved with America’s issues, but they didn’t mind, they still huddled together in a fairly large house in a wasteland, and they loved it. 

Toby finally pulled away to breathe, his large smile had faded into a soft smirk. “What did you bring me?” 

Matt pulled open his little bag and handed the contents to Toby, a little Gucci purse from the designer store close by. Toby’s face lit up again as he saw it, squealing something about it being perfect to bash zombies with, and just really pretty. The American adored seeing Toby happy, it just made his life a hell of a lot better. However the cuteness didn’t last long with what Toby did next. 

“God thank you! You fuckin’ sugar daddy!” He joked, pulling Matt close and hugging him tight. Matt awkwardly hugged back, face red from Toby’s comment. 


Jay and Cam were, less sexual to say the least. Then again they had only been dating for about three days and probably haven’t even had sex yet. That didn’t stop them trying to out-cute Toby and Matt, as Mason and Swagger were calmer with their relationship. On the note of those two wacky cunts, it had turned out Swagger had lost his favourite shirt, and despite being taller, it was still kinda big on Mason. So where did he find it? On a sleeping Zuckles curled up next to his cat, however Mason slept like an animal and kicked when he dreamed. So soon enough Swagger had Mason’s all too calm now house cat and Mason had Swagger’s favourite shirt. 

Back onto the kiwis, while Matt and Toby had their sexual humour and implications, Jay and Cam had their cute height difference stuff. It all started when Fitz picked Jay up bridal style when he fell asleep on the couch, Toby mumbling something about somnophilia and almost making the taller drop Jay. Fitz’s plan was to take him to bed and leave the room, then probably slap his beloved childhood friend. Let’s just say a dirty look from a pirate was enough to put him off slapping Toby. 


 

As you’ve probably noticed, Racc hasn’t gotten much attention. Why? Because he’s lost, he’s fucking gone and no one can find him. To everyone assuming a walker got to him, he’s practically a raccoon turned into a human, he’s most likely fine. 

This however, is a nice story, so of course the guys found him... in the gayest place possible. 

Carson was over by the train station, it was sheltered and walkers never seemed to go down there, so of course Ezra went to see him. But for what looked like hiding out from zombies, was honestly adorable. Ezra had snuck around and found some food for the two of them, bringing down a blanket to keep them both a little bit warmer. They had to huddle next to each other, Racc however preferred to just cuddle Carson, watching cursed videos on twitter with him happily. The WiFi was horrible as it was an abandoned train station but he didn’t seem to mind, just happy to be with Racc. 

Everyone found their form of peace, whether it be practically being a sugar daddy, stealing clothes, carrying the shorter or just cuddled up watching cursed videos in an abandoned train station.