Noh Omo (BMC And DEH)

23) Soft

Made: 5/8/2019
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AU: None

Ship: Expensive Headphones (because I love my boys)

Warnings: disgusting, mind decaying fluff

Soft.

That's what Michael was.

Well, at least that's how Rich would describe him.

Yes, Michael was bitter, and yes Michael was sarcastic, and a stoner, and.. courageous, and quite possibly the greatest person he'd ever met-

But he was soft.

Rich'd felt cold for the past few years, cold and dull. The only pleasure he'd received since the Squip was the artificial kind he got from sex, drugs, and alcohol.

But then he met Michael.

The two started talking when Rich first woke up in the disgustingly bright hospital room. The Filipino was casually playing Nintendogs, sitting in one of those sweaty, plastic chairs that stick to your thighs when you try to move.

He looked up from his 3ds with those fucking eyes and- ohgodhesbi.

Everyday they spoke to one another, Rich would feel something pulling at his chest more and more, tighter and tighter. He recognized it as longing.

It wasn't the same longing as his apparent need for popularity in freshman year, it was different. He felt tingly whenever Michaels fingers would accidentally brush up against his, his softer, noticeably pudgier one's a stark contrast to Rich's dry, cracked hands. It felt as if electricity was dancing between them everytime.

It was nice having someone around, and suddenly Rich didn't feel so cold all the time.

And then good went to great.

They made the decision to get together shortly after he and Jeremy were discharged from the hospital. Rich was given the opportunity to discover more and more about this boy, this boy who he would never once bat an eye at before, too overcome with fear of his Squip's disapproval to even dare think such a thing.

Though sometimes he couldn't help but miss the mechanical voice in his head, as selfish as it is, it was the truth.

His Father for example. The Squip had always been there when his dad confronted him after school hours, eyes rimmed with red and beer bottle clutched tightly in his left hand. He (or, rather the Squip) would always defuse the situation effortlessly, sometimes even leaving with a pat on the back if he was lucky.

But things were different now. (or were they the same as before?) "What's the matter with you lately.." his father had muttered to him one day, narrowing his eyes at the shorter boy scathingly. For the next half hour or so, Rich'd stand dejectedly in the center of his living room, watching powerlessly while his father listed off all the negative aspects about him.

Rich scowled to himself after the berating, as if he didn't already know that.

Soon after these confrontations, he'd trudge over to Michaels doorstep uninvited, his head hung low and his eyes stinging with fallen tears.

Rich'd immediately collapse into the Filipinos chest, melting into the feeling of Michaels fingers massaging his scalp soothingly. Grabbing fistfuls of soft, red fabric, he'd flatten his cheek against the tanner boys collarbone and revel in the surprisingly comforting scent of weed and axe body spray.

"Are you smelling me, you creep?" Michael'd humor, giggling a bit at the feeling of warm air tickling at his neck. Rich would do nothing but nod dismissively, somehow managing to press himself closer to the taller boy.

So yes, to answer your question, Michael was soft.

But he's fucking strong too.

And Rich loves that about him.

why did this take so long it's like 500 words lmao

yea i'm kinda not completely disgusted with this one, surprisingly

also jAck sTAUbER-