Tee hee I'm sorry existence I'm doing this out of spite
Anyway I'm taking suggestions from the people themselves (PS. Please unground me X I'm gay so that's homophobic)
Also the cover photo is the image at the top of this chapter if anyone wants it.
TW// unhealthy relationships, verbal abuse
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X and Smile happily ate chicken at their shared house. Smile enjoyed the juicy thick meat sliding down his throat 😩. X didn't mind having chicken so much, but it reminded him of a past he would rather forget.

X shook his head. No! He can't remember those hard times. He has to focus on his happy relationship now. Smile is smiling at him, a bit of grease on his cheeks. X laughed and wiped the grease off of Smiles cheeks. Smile looked over to the clock and got up
"It's already 10 pm! I'm heading off to bed love." Smile kissed his head, going up to their bedroom and leaning X to his thoughts and memories.

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"How disgraceful. I mean, you can't even keep up with me! We've been together for 3 fucking years and you still can't handle my biscuits!?!" Popeyes yelled, raising his voice

"I-im sorry!" X yelled, putting his arms up In defense. He always hated when Popeyes was in this mood, but nothing could be done. He was the only one Popeyes could morally take this anger out on.

"Fucking bitch." Popeyes said, spitting on X before storming out

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X gasped, pushing himself up. He wiped his tears and looked around, realizing he fell asleep on the kitchen counter again. X looked down on his hands, trembling. He ran up to the bathroom, wiping his tears and splashing water in his face.

"God damn it, X. Suck it up." He mumbled to himself, getting ready to stream another day. He went back downstairs and saw Smile getting his morning cup of tea, even though smile isn't a British. Smile looks over to X, waving a bit and yawing.

"Hello darling, did you sleep last night? You doing okay?"smile asked, cupping his cheek

No, I'm not. I'm having flashbacks for my horrible ex and I feel like shit. You feel like the only good thing in my life and I hate everyone. I feel like I'll have a panic attack at any second and my flashbacks to Popeyes emotionally scarring me are back. I want to curl in up bed and die.

"I'm okay, love! Don't worry about it!

...god damn it, X.

Smile nodded, holding his hand "alright, squeaker. Come on, let's go get ready. I saw you did come up to bed last night, so tell me if you need anything. " Smile looked at X with love in his eyes, smiling. X nodded and kissed him tenderly, smile kissed back while pulling him in by the waist. Damn, that's kinda gay ngl.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Smile broke apart from X
"I'll get it!"
Smile opened the door, looking at the man at the door. He looked about 5'9-5'10, and buff. His muscles were almost bursting through a sailor uniform X had known to hate. The man's little sailor hat nervously fidgeted between his hands, a nervous tic that had become known to happen before an outburst. X backed up, running down into their streaming room.

"Hello, is this X's house? I'm his boyfriend, Popeyes."