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Hello world! I’ve been inactive on tumblr for like 2 years now, but I haven’t been totally inactive on the rp front. If anyone is still active and interested in doing a thread (preferably on discord cause as far as I know, tumblr sucks now) feel free to message me! Thank you! -Soph
Hellos friends of Tumblr! I’ve been super inactive for ages! I wanted to let you know that I’ve moved my rping over to Skype, so if you have a Skype and would like to rp with me, send me a dm and we can do that! I also have a kik if you don’t have a skype. Thank you friends, I miss you all!
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“I…will be, it’s just going to…be awhile,” Smith decided on, speaking softly. He hugged Sips sideways with one arm and closed his eyes for a moment. He opened them when Ross came back, and he happily took the food. “Thanks mate!” He smiled, digging into the breakfast. He was starving after his earlier run. He ate a few pieces of bacon as well and smiled at Ross. “What are we going to do today?” He asked with his mouth full.
Ross ate quietly and a lot slower than Smith was, but he finally looked up from his plate to shrug in reply. “You tell me, mate,” he said, still unsure on what the other might’ve been up to doing so he didn’t even want to try giving any suggestions. He’d be fine with whatever Smith wanted to do; even if it was lounge around in bed all day or starting to pack up his things from his apartment. Moving certainly wasn’t one of Ross’ favourite activities, but he couldn’t just not help his boyfriend. “Wouldn’t hate taking a nap in a bit if I’m honest,” he said after a few more mouthfuls of food, picking up his cup of coffee after, though he set it down to check his phone which was going off in his pocket. Sighing, he typed out a quick reply and glanced at Smith. “I might have to cover a shift at work, but it’d only be for an hour or two. Told them I could only do it if literally nobody else could come in.”
Smith shrugged at the mention of a nap. He didn't particularly want to go out, or even go back to his flat, as he really didn't want to be alone. "Maybe we could just stay in and watch movies? I've already gone out for my run, so that's covered. I need to take a shower, so if you want to take a nap then?" He suggested as he finished off the rest of his plate. "I can just stay here if you have to go to work. Actually it might be a good idea for me to call in," he paused and thought this over. He really did not want to have to call into his work line, it was not something he felt he could handle. He could barely stand to have his boyfriend touch him, much less have people call him so he could put on a sexy voice and help people get off. "On second though…that sounds like a really bad idea, never mind," he shook his head quickly. Not yet at least. He'd probably have to text his supervisor.
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Smith smirked at the teasing. “Yes I did confirm to stereotypes, it was popular at the time,” he winked quickly, then turned his eyes back to the road. He had been quite the ‘bad boy’ in high school, and he had slept around a lot until Trott showed up and everything changed. High school was a weird phase for the ginger.
Smith raised a curious eyebrow as Sips dipped into his past. He reached over with his free hand and held Sips’s hand in his own. “Wow, I wouldn’t have guessed,” he said, a little surprised. He had expected drinking and smoking, and maybe even fighting, but he never would’ve though Sips would’ve dropped out, or been emancipated. His boyfriend was the smartest man he knew! “We don't…have to see your parents after this if you don’t want Sips, it’s not…necessary, really.”
Sips shrugged and allowed his gaze to fall into his own lap. He knew that Smith wanted both of their families to be at their wedding. The only reason he’d even called his mum was for Smith’s sake, after all. He wanted to give the guy his dream wedding; even if that meant swallowing his pride and reaching out to the family that’d been ready to disown him when he was only sixteen. “I hadn’t made up my mind about it yet anyway. I was sorta just waiting it out before making any sort of plan, you know? See how things go after a few more phone calls.” He pursed his lips as he lifted his head, staring out the window while contemplating Smith’s sudden change of heart.
Finally after a few moments, Sips turned his head to look over at Smith with a brow raised. “This doesn’t like, change anything does it?” He wouldn’t say that he was necessarily worried that it would change Smith’s view of him or anything, but he thought it better to ask than just assume. The way the ginger stammered out his comment on seeing his parents was the only reason he was asking. “I still got my diploma, I’m not like some fuckin’ bozo or something.”
Smith squeezed Sips's hand tightly for a moment, then loosened his grip. "Of corse it's not going to change anything idiot, I love you too much for that," he smiled. "Besides, I already bought the ring," he joked, turning onto a side road off the highway. "And I don't think you're stupid because you didn't get your diploma the first go round, you're the smartest man I know," he said, his smile widening.
Smith slipped back into silence for awhile, and eventually he removed his hand from Sips's to set on the wheel. He turned a few more times, and soon they were in a small town, approaching Smith's old neighborhood. "Sips, is there anything you need to know before we get there? Like names, or food allergies, I don't know anything like that?" He asked, slowing down as they got onto a neighborhood road.
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Smith smirked at Sips before looking back to the road. “As hot as Trott is, I don’t think you have to worry about loosing me to him any time ever. I’ve had enough of that man to last a lifetime, romantically anyways,” he shrugged. They had been together for a long time, all the way through college, but they just got too destructive towards the end, and they decided a spilt would be for the best. They still lived together, so it wasn’t like thugs were ever awkward, the arguments and sex just stopped, it was nice. Of corse then Sips came around and the ginger fell head over heals.
“A piece of shit hm? I guess that’s one way to put it,” Smith laughed, accelerating as he switched lanes. “I was one of those punk ass kids. Leather jacket, smoked like a chimney, then some shit went down and that was all history,” he shrugged. “What about you? You basically know my whole life story, I want to hear some of yours,” he said softly, suggesting it lightly, but really he was curious.
Sips snorted. “Leather jacket and a smoker? Jeez, way to conform to a stereotype, Smiffy.” He was teasing the other really; he didn’t mean anything by it at all. When asked about himself, he shrugged lamely and folded his arms across his chest. He knew that he didn’t speak much about his past. It’d taken months into their relationship for him to even bring up that he was essentially disowned by his own parents and he didn’t even give Smith the reason for it, so of course the guy was probably curious about what things were like before they’d met.
“Word’s biggest piece of shit,” Sips stated simply, smirking with pride. “Worse than I am today, believe it or not. Drinking, smoking, gettin’ into fights. You name it. I ever tell you that I actually dropped out of secondary school?” He lifted a brow as he looked over at Smith, unable to recall if he’d ever mentioned it before. “Emancipated myself at sixteen and dropped out, left home since I was gonna get kicked out anyway, got a job instead. Got my GED later obviously, but yeah – total fuckin’ asshole.”
Smith smirked at the teasing. "Yes I did confirm to stereotypes, it was popular at the time," he winked quickly, then turned his eyes back to the road. He had been quite the 'bad boy' in high school, and he had slept around a lot until Trott showed up and everything changed. High school was a weird phase for the ginger.
Smith raised a curious eyebrow as Sips dipped into his past. He reached over with his free hand and held Sips's hand in his own. "Wow, I wouldn't have guessed," he said, a little surprised. He had expected drinking and smoking, and maybe even fighting, but he never would've though Sips would've dropped out, or been emancipated. His boyfriend was the smartest man he knew! "We don't…have to see your parents after this if you don't want Sips, it's not…necessary, really."
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Smith wrapped his arms around Ross’s hips and kissed his temple quickly. He still wasn’t back to normal, but he was definitely feeling better. He set his forehead against Ross’s shoulder and sighed softly. “I’m going to go sit with Sips and look for a new bed. Can you fix me a plate?” He asked, stepping away. He kissed Ross’s cheek and shuffled over to the couch. He sat next to Sips and rubbed he man’s back. “Thank you Sips,” he whispered.
Ross nodded, watching Smith step away before he began fixing them both plates of food. In the living room, Sips simply shrugged and nudged Smith with his shoulder, smiling. “Don’t mention it,” he said, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table beside his empty plate. “You gonna be okay?” Ross could hear the hushed whispers of the two from the lounge so he took his time, finally bringing his boyfriend a plate full of food and a cup of coffee. He then picked up Sips’ empty plate to bring back with him to the kitchen and placed it into the sink before taking his own food out to the lounge where he sat on the floor in front of the coffee table.
"I…will be, it's just going to…be awhile," Smith decided on, speaking softly. He hugged Sips sideways with one arm and closed his eyes for a moment. He opened them when Ross came back, and he happily took the food. "Thanks mate!" He smiled, digging into the breakfast. He was starving after his earlier run. He ate a few pieces of bacon as well and smiled at Ross. "What are we going to do today?" He asked with his mouth full.
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Smith munched on his piece of bacon and nodded happily in agreement. “Do I look like i’m just saying yes for your sake?” He asked, raising a defiant eyebrow. He stuffed the rest of the bacon piece into his moth, then chuckled softly. “I really don’t want to wake up on the floor with a surprise broken arm. I think they sell foam mattresses for like…two hundred on Amazon, i’m sure we can find something.” He was a little surprised by the kiss, but he smiled afterwards, albeit a bit sheepishly. “Are we able to keep my geckos though? I don’t really wanna…give them away, you know?”
Ross scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I think I’ve slept alone a total of maybe ten times since I’ve met you and neither of us have broken anything yet,” he reasoned, looking down at himself before icy hues met Smith’s. With an eager nod, he turned to pick up a piece of bacon for himself and took a small bite. “Of course, mate. I would never ask you to give them away,” he said, almost a little taken aback that Smith wouldn’t just assume that they were welcome here as well. It wasn’t like they were noisy or took up much space either way, so Ross had absolutely no issue with it. “We can set up a space just for them and their stuff, it’ll be fine. Plenty of room for all of you and a new bed.”
Smith wrapped his arms around Ross's hips and kissed his temple quickly. He still wasn't back to normal, but he was definitely feeling better. He set his forehead against Ross's shoulder and sighed softly. "I'm going to go sit with Sips and look for a new bed. Can you fix me a plate?" He asked, stepping away. He kissed Ross's cheek and shuffled over to the couch. He sat next to Sips and rubbed he man's back. "Thank you Sips," he whispered.
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Smith smiled and nodded eagerly. Sips’s reply was quite true, and the party house would certainly once again become a party house, but more so. “I don’t have much stuff at my place, we could probably do all the packing and moving in a day or two,” he said as he reached around Ross to snag a piece of bacon. He placed a few soft kisses to his boyfriend’s neck, then he pulled away again to look at him. “Thank you, I think this is…a really good solution. I hope you’re okay with constantly sharing a bed though. Maybe we should buy a bigger one? Invest now so neither of us get hurt later down the line,” he suggested, his mind already racing with their life as they moved forewords.
Nodding, Ross leaned against the worktop and smiled, his arm winding loosely around Smith’s waist. “As long as you’re okay with it and think you’re ready. I don’t… want you to say yes only if you think that’s what I wanna hear.” He wanted to make that clear at least before he chuckled and shrugged. “Yeah, we can get a bigger bed. What, you don’t like how cramped my double is? I thought it was cozy.” Ross’ smile grew a little and he turned towards Smith a little more before lifting onto his toes to finally give his boyfriend a soft, careful kiss on the lips. He hadn’t kissed him since he arrived last night, he’d been too afraid to, but he hoped that a quick chaste one would be alright now.
Smith munched on his piece of bacon and nodded happily in agreement. "Do I look like i'm just saying yes for your sake?" He asked, raising a defiant eyebrow. He stuffed the rest of the bacon piece into his moth, then chuckled softly. "I really don't want to wake up on the floor with a surprise broken arm. I think they sell foam mattresses for like…two hundred on Amazon, i'm sure we can find something." He was a little surprised by the kiss, but he smiled afterwards, albeit a bit sheepishly. "Are we able to keep my geckos though? I don't really wanna…give them away, you know?"
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Out of everything Ross could’ve said in the moment, that was the last thing that came to Smith’s mind. He had been expecting a ‘oh no big deal sure’ or something else similar, but moving in? Quite the curveball. He floundered for a few moments, trying to find the capacity to speak again. Eventually Smith nodded, hugging Ross tightly and kissing his cheek quickly. “That would be…really nice, actually,” he agreed. He was at their apartment enough already. All he’d have to do would be to pack the clothes that remained at his apartment, and the few books he had for courses. “Is Sips okay with that?” He asked softly.
Ross worried his bottom lip, waiting for Smith’s answer. After a moment, he was starting to worry if maybe it was too forward or that it was too soon for him to ask such a thing, but a smile ticked onto his lips when the ginger finally agreed. “I don’t fucking care if he is or isn’t,” he whispered, arms still locked around his boyfriend, but he sighed and moved to poke his head into the lounge. “Smith is moving in,” he stated, watching as Sips lifted a brow before smirking. “Smiffy? Really? About time, man. Think of all the fun we’ll have,” Sips replied and Ross rolled his eyes, already knowing that the amount of parties held at their apartment would probably be doubled, but that was okay with him. “There’s your answer, mate. Kind of silly to be paying rent for two places when we’re always together anyway, right?”
Smith smiled and nodded eagerly. Sips's reply was quite true, and the party house would certainly once again become a party house, but more so. "I don't have much stuff at my place, we could probably do all the packing and moving in a day or two," he said as he reached around Ross to snag a piece of bacon. He placed a few soft kisses to his boyfriend's neck, then he pulled away again to look at him. "Thank you, I think this is…a really good solution. I hope you're okay with constantly sharing a bed though. Maybe we should buy a bigger one? Invest now so neither of us get hurt later down the line," he suggested, his mind already racing with their life as they moved forewords.
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Smith watched Ross walk out of the kitchen, and then come back. He wrapped his arms tightly around his boyfriend and held him close, burying his head in the man’s neck. “I don’t know what to do either. Help wise, you’re really…you’re already doing a wonderful job Ross. You really, really are helping. I love you so much,” he sighed softly, but he was genuinely smiling, however small it may be. “I don’t think I want to sleep alone for awhile, so maybe if I could stay here, or if you wanted to come back to my place, I think that would help too. That was the hardest part last time, the weeks or so following,” he said softly. “And don't…don’t feel bad. It happened, it’s over, I don’t want your pity, I want your affection and your smile.”
Ross’ arms moved around Smith, one of his hands tangling into his auburn locks. He honestly didn’t feel like he was doing much helping at all, but if Smith said that he was, he’d just have to take his word for it. Still, he wished that he could do more. “I love you too, Smith,” he whispered, kissing the side of his head. A thought came to mind suddenly and Ross swallowed hard, debating in his head whether or not he should voice it, but he slowly pulled back from his boyfriend after a moment so that he could look into his eyes. “Move in with me.” It wasn’t a question – more of a suggestion, but his seriousness was clear in his tone. Ross didn’t even care that he’d suggested it before checking that his roommate would be okay with it, but he got the feeling that Sips would be on board.
Out of everything Ross could've said in the moment, that was the last thing that came to Smith's mind. He had been expecting a 'oh no big deal sure' or something else similar, but moving in? Quite the curveball. He floundered for a few moments, trying to find the capacity to speak again. Eventually Smith nodded, hugging Ross tightly and kissing his cheek quickly. "That would be…really nice, actually," he agreed. He was at their apartment enough already. All he'd have to do would be to pack the clothes that remained at his apartment, and the few books he had for courses. "Is Sips okay with that?" He asked softly.
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Smith could sense Ross’s tension immediately. How could he not? But he wasn’t sure what to do. How did he fix this? He didn’t want to talk it out any more, that just made him feel worse, more hollow. He sighed and let his arms drop from Ross’s shoulders, letting his ground drop as he walked to get a mug of coffee. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he did, trying to stop the oncoming storm of his headache. “I’m sorry Ross, I just…don’t know what to do now, I guess,” he said as softly as he could, almost inaudible.
Moving back to finish the eggs, Ross sighed and let his shoulders drop before glancing over at Smith. He felt guilty, for a multitude of reasons really, but most of all because he knew that he was being a bit of a prick. “You don’t… need to apologise to me,” he said, equally as quiet as Smith had been. “I don’t know what to do either. I’m afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing and I just… wanna help, but don’t know how?” Grimacing, he turned the hob off and grabbed a plate, putting a portion of the eggs onto it as well as a couple slices of bacon and toast to bring to Sips. “Please don’t puke this up, mate,” he warned, forcing a smile before returning to the kitchen to plate the rest of the food for himself and Smith.
Smith watched Ross walk out of the kitchen, and then come back. He wrapped his arms tightly around his boyfriend and held him close, burying his head in the man's neck. "I don't know what to do either. Help wise, you're really…you're already doing a wonderful job Ross. You really, really are helping. I love you so much," he sighed softly, but he was genuinely smiling, however small it may be. "I don't think I want to sleep alone for awhile, so maybe if I could stay here, or if you wanted to come back to my place, I think that would help too. That was the hardest part last time, the weeks or so following," he said softly. "And don't…don't feel bad. It happened, it's over, I don't want your pity, I want your affection and your smile."
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Smith listened to Sips’s retelling of all the best parts he had missed with a smirk. “Honestly Sips, I don’t get how you stay all night, i’m a party king and even I can’t do it. Clearly you’re the true party god,” he chuckled, knocking Sips’s shoulder as he walked away to wrap his arms around Ross’s shoulders. “What are you making hot stuff? Something good I hope, i’m starving.” That wasn’t true, he still felt sick to his stomach, but he was trying very hard to act as normal and as casual as possible. He was very obviously being a bit too over the top, and maybe a bit too frat boy ish, but he wasn’t sure how else to act. How did one act casual?
Silently pushing the food around in the pan, Ross narrowed his eyes at the arms thrown around his shoulders. This wasn’t Smith – Smith never acted like this. Whether this was him trying to ignore the prior night’s events or this was his way of coping with it, he was unsure, but it left him feeling uncomfortable because he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act now. He was sympathetic of course, wanted to help his boyfriend, but he felt awkward and tense. “Bacon, eggs. Toast. Coffee’s in the pot,” he mumbled very quietly, nodding towards the coffee maker before he shrugged off Smith’s arms so that he could move and put the bacon on a plate.
Smith could sense Ross's tension immediately. How could he not? But he wasn't sure what to do. How did he fix this? He didn't want to talk it out any more, that just made him feel worse, more hollow. He sighed and let his arms drop from Ross's shoulders, letting his ground drop as he walked to get a mug of coffee. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he did, trying to stop the oncoming storm of his headache. "I'm sorry Ross, I just…don't know what to do now, I guess," he said as softly as he could, almost inaudible.
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Smith came back not too long after he left, but he did a sprint run instead of his normal leisurely ones. He accidentally banged the door open, sweaty and out of breath, and he was surprised to find both Ross and Sips awake so early. He raised a curious eyebrow at the two. “Did I wake you? My bad, I was trying to be quite,” he apologized, but he didn’t seem too sorry. “How’d the rest of the party go Sips? Sorry I ducked out so early, Ross texted me and he was clearly angry, thanks for that Sips,” he joked as though nothing at all had happened the night before. What was he supposed to say anyways? It was best to just…pretend like it hadn’t happened, like before.
Ross was stood at the hob, frying some bacon and eggs whilst half listening to whatever it was Sips was rambling on about. His attention turned to Smith when the man burst in to the apartment, shaking his head in reply to his question. “Sips woke me up,” he replied quietly, Sips chuckling and saying that he’d just gotten home. It was probably a good thing that Ross was facing away from Smith since his casual tone and comments about the previous night had left him with his brows furrowed and an almost confused expression. How could he act like that? “Yeah, because it was my fault,” he mumbled under his breath, glad that Sips was giving a rundown of the party so that no one probably heard him.
Smith listened to Sips's retelling of all the best parts he had missed with a smirk. "Honestly Sips, I don't get how you stay all night, i'm a party king and even I can't do it. Clearly you're the true party god," he chuckled, knocking Sips's shoulder as he walked away to wrap his arms around Ross's shoulders. "What are you making hot stuff? Something good I hope, i'm starving." That wasn't true, he still felt sick to his stomach, but he was trying very hard to act as normal and as casual as possible. He was very obviously being a bit too over the top, and maybe a bit too frat boy ish, but he wasn't sure how else to act. How did one act casual?
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Smith eventually woke up, as early as he normally did even after a party, which was somewhere around six. He carefully slipped out of Ross’s grasp and decided he really needed to go for a run and just stop thinking. He wrote a quick note that effectively said just that, and then he took off, leaving the apartment and heading off to the nearby park to run for awhile in the early morning. He sort of hoped Ross would forget about the night before by the time he woke up. That was doubtful though.
Ross only stirred when Smith got up, still asleep until the sound of a door slamming shut caused him to bolt upright. It wasn’t Smith though; his boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, which wasn’t particularly unusual for early mornings, but after last night he felt his heart sink. He picked up the note from Smith’s pillow and set it aside, sighing since he honestly could’ve gone back to sleep, however he forced himself up to get dressed and shuffled into the kitchen to start some coffee and breakfast for when Smith got back. “Hey,” he said groggily to Sips who was lying on the couch, a hand covering his eyes. “You want some breakfast or just some paracetamol?”
Smith came back not too long after he left, but he did a sprint run instead of his normal leisurely ones. He accidentally banged the door open, sweaty and out of breath, and he was surprised to find both Ross and Sips awake so early. He raised a curious eyebrow at the two. "Did I wake you? My bad, I was trying to be quite," he apologized, but he didn't seem too sorry. "How'd the rest of the party go Sips? Sorry I ducked out so early, Ross texted me and he was clearly angry, thanks for that Sips," he joked as though nothing at all had happened the night before. What was he supposed to say anyways? It was best to just…pretend like it hadn't happened, like before.
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Smith sighed softly and closed his eyes. “Is that not the definition of slut?” He muttered gently. He tightened his grip and let his eyes close. “I’m exhausted I think i’m going to go to sleep, I love you Ross,” he muttered. He closed his eyes and took long deep breaths. He was really out of it, and still not really in a good place, but he supposed trying to get to bed would be the best option. He didn’t want to think any longer.
“N-No,” Ross tried to argue, but then Smith was saying goodnight so he didn’t want to push it. His arms wrapped a little tighter around the ginger, holding him protectively against him and kissed the top of his head hesitantly. “I love you too,” he murmured softly and then reached for the lamp beside his bed to turn off as well as the TV. He was too wound up for sleep to really be an option, all sorts of different thoughts coming to mind as he laid there in the dark silence. As much as he didn’t want to think about what happened to his boyfriend at the party, he just couldn’t get it out of his head, but eventually Ross managed to fall into a light sleep, still curled up with Smith in his grasp.
Smith eventually woke up, as early as he normally did even after a party, which was somewhere around six. He carefully slipped out of Ross's grasp and decided he really needed to go for a run and just stop thinking. He wrote a quick note that effectively said just that, and then he took off, leaving the apartment and heading off to the nearby park to run for awhile in the early morning. He sort of hoped Ross would forget about the night before by the time he woke up. That was doubtful though.
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Smith finished off the rest of his soup, then carefully set his head against Ross’s chest. He shut his eyes slowly and sighed softly. “You don’t mind me crashing here for the night, do you?” He asked, not quite hesitantly. He smiled at the thought of what Sips probably did, of that bimbo hadn’t been ruined the first time, she certainly would be this time. Her words still rang distantly in his ears though, horrible things that he didn’t want to think too hard about. Her friend’s laughing along. Flirting. Smiling. He shuttered and slowly wrapped his arms around Ross’s torso, holding him tight. “Ross, you don’t think i’m a slut, do you? Because of how I used to…sleep around and…and all?”
“Smith,” Ross sighed, “You basically live here already, you know that right? You never need to ask.” He was fairly certain that Smith hadn’t asked to stay over since the very first time, but he carefully draped his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders to keep him close. He could feel the other shake under his grasp and he craned his neck to try and look down at him, brows furrowed. “What? No, of course I don’t think that. I never thought that.” The question seemed to come from nowhere, but he got the feeling that someone must’ve said something to him to prompt it. “Just because you slept around more than other people doesn’t make you a slut.”
Smith sighed softly and closed his eyes. "Is that not the definition of slut?" He muttered gently. He tightened his grip and let his eyes close. "I'm exhausted I think i'm going to go to sleep, I love you Ross," he muttered. He closed his eyes and took long deep breaths. He was really out of it, and still not really in a good place, but he supposed trying to get to bed would be the best option. He didn't want to think any longer.
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Smith was so surprised by how kind Ross was being. It was nice. He felt like utter trash, but his boyfriend was being an absolute angel, getting him things, respecting his boundaries, and really anything else he needed. It was…amazing to say the least. He took his soup and tea when Ross came back and set both on the night stand. He downed the tea in one go, and started on the soup at a much slower pace. “I just…want you to come lay with me, please?” He asked softly as he munched on a cracker, careful not to get the crumbs in the bed. “Actually, maybe turn on something just so there’s some…background noise,” he asked softly. He was finally calming down. He realized he was safe, he was with Ross, someone he brought home to his family, and vice versa. Someone who he could see his future with. He ate most of the soup quickly, then finally leaned back on the pillows. “What did Sips say about Amber? What…happened?” He asked, a sick, morbid curiosity itching away at his brain.
Ross nodded, sitting on the edge of his side of the bed as he picked up the remote and switched the TV on, lowering the volume until it was just a dull hum in the background to fill the silence. He then scooted a little closer towards Smith and used his pillows to prop his back up, arms folded over his chest. Smith asking about Amber caught him off guard – he must’ve known that he had been talking to Sips about it while he was in the shower. “Oh, uh… I guess he chased her and her friends out of the party pretty quickly. Started some rumour… I’m not sure what. He said somebody in administration owes him a favour or something too, so he’s trying to get her kicked out, or suspended at least.” If there was one person he never wanted to cross, it was Sips. The guy had some dirty tricks up his sleeve, so Ross was always thankful to be on his good side. “He said that she’s not gonna get away with it, anyway.”
Smith finished off the rest of his soup, then carefully set his head against Ross's chest. He shut his eyes slowly and sighed softly. "You don't mind me crashing here for the night, do you?" He asked, not quite hesitantly. He smiled at the thought of what Sips probably did, of that bimbo hadn't been ruined the first time, she certainly would be this time. Her words still rang distantly in his ears though, horrible things that he didn't want to think too hard about. Her friend's laughing along. Flirting. Smiling. He shuttered and slowly wrapped his arms around Ross's torso, holding him tight. "Ross, you don't think i'm a slut, do you? Because of how I used to…sleep around and…and all?"
