GBG One Shots (Requests Open)

~Am I Not Good Enough?~ SwagToRiOuS

Swaggersouls x iNoToRiOuS (sad fluff)

Warning: Just being insecure

Eric always loved the snow, it helped him calm his thoughts if they got too... muddled. But today Eric couldn't keep the bad thoughts out, his mind was just asking him questions that even he didn't know the answer to. 

Why did people like him? And if they did 'like' him, was it just because of his popularity on YouTube?

Deciding it would be better to not really think at all Eric took out his bong and some weed out from under his bed. He ground some up and put it in the bowl. Eric put his lips to the mouthpiece, lit the bowl and took a big hit. While holding the smoke in, he could feel his head start to spin a little.

Not caring, he did this again then put everything away, being satisfied with the high he was gonna have. Right before Eric's high kicked in he decided to call up his friend, Matt. The shorter American dialed the number on his phone, put in on speaker and placed it on his chest, waiting for the other man to pick up.

"Hey, Eric? What's going on man?" Matt asked calmly.

Eric sighed lightly, it felt good to hear the male's voice again. "Hey, Matty~... How are ya'?"

The bird-man chuckled hearing Eric; he knew the other man was high as fuck right now. "I'm good, do you need me to come over?"

"Ya... I feel like I'm gonna die if you don't. I think I'm gonna start dying Matt..." Swagger mumbled the last part of his sentence.

"Eric. You're not gonna-" Before Matt could say anything else he heard a very audible 'beep beep beep' from the other line, signaling that Eric had hung up. 

The taller American grabbed his jacket and stuffed his feet into his shoes as he left his house. He locked the front door quickly then hopped in his car, making his way over to the other man's house.

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As Matt reached Eric's house he got out of his car, locked it and went to the other American's door. He knocked softly, not wanting to surprise Eric. When the door wasn't answered Matt pulled out a house key that Eric had given him in case shit like this ever happened.

When the American opened the door he saw Eric, lying on the couch with his eyes closed, humming the tune of some song he didn't know.

♪Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you, At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you... Honestly, this party's over, Everyone here should have gone home, But I'm afraid of being sober, 'Cause the first thing I do when I'm alone, I start touching myself to the photos that you used to send me, I should have deleted, but kept it a secret, Is that crazy to do?♪

Matt went behind the couch and smiled down at him. Once he finished the song the standing male ran his fingers through Eric's hair, "That was amazing Er~... Where did you learn to sing like that?"

Eric opened his eyes slowly, still keeping them half closed as he responded, "Nowhere, it was just me fucking around when I'm in the shower or high."

The shorter American giggled feeling Matt's fingers running through his brown locks. His own hand gravitated to Matt's cheek, cupping it softly. "Hey, Matt~?"

"Ya? What is it, Eric...?" The taller male asked, leaning into Eric's gentle touch. The man's hand on Matt's cheek felt warm and really relaxing.

Eric inhaled deeply before pressing his lips onto Matt's. The other American tensed up, not knowing what to do. Eric starting pulled back but stopped once Matt started to kiss back.

Matt realized that Eric wasn't thinking straight due to the weed, but at this point, he didn't really care. He was kissing the man he had fallen in love with and it felt right.

After a few minutes of light snogging the two men parted for air. "So... is this what dying feels like? 'Cause it's not that bad~"