Thief With A Bike ~ Krii7y

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"And, the bitch never got caught!"

"I can see your anger now." John huffed.

"Yeah, and he'd always be weird with me, like he was trying to get in my pants, I fucking hate him." Smit grumbled.

John didn't like that fact, and he noticed himself getting possessive even at just the thought of it.

"Once I get that bitch, I'll be hanging him from a meat hook, upside-down, with his ankles tied, and-"

"Smit."

"Sorry." Smit said quietly, boy was he angry, holy shit.

"C'mere." John motioned Smit over, so he could cuddle a bit. Nothing helps with anger like cuddles do, especially for Smit.

Smit was quick to comply, tucking his head into the crook of Johns neck.

Just on cue, two familiar figures appeared.

"Ah, did we interrupt something?" Grizzy asked, rolling his eyes. Puffer turned to look at Grizzy.

"Why don't you ever cuddle me, you big ass grump."

"You never ask me too?"

"The best cuddles are the ones unasked for." Smit's voice was muffled against Johns neck. "You guys are bad at being a couple."

John just ruffled Smit's hair, to which Smit laughed at.

"Don't give me relationship advice, shitface." Grizzy grumbled.

"Maybe you need some, seems Puffer isn't too impressed you right now."

"Smit, don't start a fight." John chuckled.

"I cuddle him at night." Grizzy huffed, crossing his arms.

"You cuddle Matt all the time!"

"How do you still remember that? And thats different, I still cuddle you though."

"Yeah, and then you flip me over-" 

"Okay, let's not." John interrupted, while Puffer rolled his eyes.

"I still cuddle you."

"Wholesomely?"

"Okay, maybe we need to work on that."

Smit sighed, lifting himself off of John. "Perhaps we should get going."

"So Grizzy can practice?"

"Yes, exactly why we should go back!" Puffer exclaimed.

Grizzy looked over to Puffer, amusement painted on his face. "Sure."

~

John certainly wasn't used to sleeping with someone, thats for sure, but Smit said it helped with his nightmares, which was a concern in its own. There was only so much John could do.

Nightmares was a thing John could see Smit having, PTSD and all that shit.

He was happy to help regardless, and he wasn't really complaining when it meant sleeping with an angel.

That sounded way too corny.

Maybe it would help with Johns own nightmares, those that he never talked about because they ended up far too graphic to describe. John always seemed to remember his past in his dreams, the shit he's been through always caught up to him.

He fucking hated it, maybe thats why Smit would do anything to avoid them.

John did know one thing, that Smit was fucking mean in his sleep. John thought about declawing Smit for a minute because his nails felt like claws. Yes he was very snuggly, but it hurt like fuck when he randomly grappled onto him.

He didn't seem to be overly distressed in his sleep, but John knew that he'd have scratches all over his back anyways.

He wouldn't really mind if he'd just fall asleep. Smii7y's claws didn't hurt that bad, his insomnia was far worse. He'd had bad insomnia for a while, no way related to Smit, but it was still there. He just couldn't sleep, whatever he did never helped.

John was probably just afraid to fall asleep so he didn't have to remember. 

'It's stupid.'

John ran his hand through Smit's hair absentmindedly, and felt Smit ease up on his scratching. Maybe he just needed some extra affirmation that John was actually here.

It could just be Smits dream, if he was anything like John, he could just be having a dream where he's alone.

John didn't want him to feel like that, he's here, and Smit shouldn't have to feel alone like that.

And so, John continued to stroke Smit's hair until he too, fell asleep.

-A/N-

Have some fluff! (Puts in some angst)

*Aggressively sniffs*

-Smii7y.

-Fun Fact(s)-

I just watched like 6 different things while making this chapter, and it also only took me like 3 hours straight. Thats good compared to usual.

Have you ever just had no motivation at all, but keep going because you spite life? Yeah, thats literally everyday.

Smit doesn't mean to scratch in his sleep, he just does that because, as John said, he's afraid of being alone.

We going to Vegas baby!