“What?”

You immediately regret asking that question when you heard Phainon’s voice, shutting your eyes and placing your face into your hands, “Phainon, let’s be realistic here.” You muttered, keeping a perfect distance away from you just in case you retract your words and jump onto him.

“You’re breaking up with me?” He questions, his heart in his stomach as he feels his hands shake, “Who was it? Please, tell me. I-I’ll deal with them, just don’t go—“ Your body was pulled into his, Phainon burying his face into your neck while clenching onto your shirt tightly.

“No, Phai—“ You sighed and hugged him back, sitting up on your knees on the couch to hold him better, “I’m not breaking up with you, let’s just… take a break from eachother.” You felt Phainon’s nails dig into your skin through the fabric after those words left your mouth.

“Just tell me who it was, please.” You blinked away the glossiness in your eyes, hearing Phainon’s voice quiet and crack in between as the both of you tried hard to not cry.

“Phainon.” You pulled him away from your neck, face softening when you saw the look on his face. It was teary, pouty—just sadness on his face while he tried to hold you still on the couch so you wouldn’t leave.

“Please don’t cry.”

“Please don’t leave me.” He sniffled, stray tears leaving his eyes and letting you wipe them away, “Don’t go, please. I love you.” He added on, feeling you place a soft and lingering kiss onto his cheek before moving onto his lips.

Phainon hummed into the kiss, more tears streaming down his cheeks. Your thumb kept brushing them away, Phainon diving head first into your neck while you brushed your fingers through his hair, “Phainon, let go.” You felt him shake his head, the want to needing to leave slowly disappearing the more you heard him choke back on his tears.

“—And then, that’s what happened!” You groaned loudly, Cipher’s blanket wrapped around you as you flopped onto your side, Cipher blinking with a wince on her face.

You appeared at her front door looking like you were about to start crying if you didn’t have anything to drink, and so that’s what’s happening between you two on this night. Drinking with you crying about missing him and how you shouldn’t have done any of that.

“This is really sad to watch.” She breathed out, lifting her drink up to her lips. You huffed and sat back up straight, “Can you, like, comfort me?” Your hands were scratching at your scalp, irritating the skin and making Cipher reach out to pull them away with a sigh.

“Babe, I don’t know what to say. This is literally the first time this has ever happened, so excuse me that I’m unprepared and unprofessional.” She responded with a tired tone, but you can tell she’s worried by the way she’s holding your hand tightly and how her eyes were filled with concern.

Your shoulders slumped, the blanket falling off your head while you laid it down onto the back of the couch, “Why’d I do that?” You raised your drink up before Cipher took it away, “Because people are crazy and that shouldn’t affect your relationship with the ‘Deliverer.’” She air quotes, mocking Phainon’s nickname.

She smiles when she hears you snorts, “You have any advice?” Cipher shook her head immediately, “Better to call Princess Homebody if you want actual good advice.” Your lips quirked up into a smile before it disappeared, pulling your knees up to your chest and tucking it underneath your chin.

“What should I do?”

Cipher exhaled a heavy breath, genuinely giving your question thought, “Maybe the break is good. Take some time apart, find yourselves, and then talk it out.” You hummed, taking the words into consideration.

She looked at you through the corners of your eyes, “Or we could go clubbing—“

“I didn’t break up with Phainon, Cipher. It’s a break. I’m not going clubbing.” You cut her off immediately, hearing her whistle at your quick response, “Okay, lover.” The flick of her lighter caught your attention, turning your head to see her offering one of her cigarettes to you.

“Talk to me more than.” Smiling, you took it.

Cyrene rubs Phainon’s back, Mydei standing near his bedroom door with crossed arms, “Soo, what happened?” Cyrene starts off, crossing her legs on the bed while Phainon jumps and the both of them immediately grimace when they see the tear streaks on his face.

“They broke up with me!” The two of them look at eachother.

“They—They said we should take a break from eachother!” Mydei sighed, sitting himself down onto the edge of the bed, “That’s not a break-up.” Phainon snaps his head towards him with furrowed eyebrows.

“It’s a break-up to me!” Cyrene chuckled nervously with a sweatdrop. She has never seen Phainon cry like this since you left Aedes Elysiae to visit a family member, and she thinks this situation tops that one considering how bad Phainon looks at his grown age.

“Phainon…” She trailed off, her hands up to persuade him to lay on his back, “Just relax. We’ll be back.” Phainon sniffled on his tears and did what she said, pulling the blanket up to cover his mouth aswell as the pout on his shaky lips.

Once the door was shut, Mydei’s shoulders slumped, “He’s worse than I thought.” Cyrene frowned and slapped his forearm, Mydei looking down at her with a raised eyebrow, “Of course it’s bad! That’s his childhood bestfriend and future fiancé!” Mydei’s mouth slightly opened at the last words, Cyrene slapping her mouth.

“He’s thinking of proposing?”

Cyrene shook her head, “No, I’m just hoping though. But I don’t think marriage will fix this.” She placed a hand under her chin, going into deep thought about how to fix her brother and her bestfriends relationship.

“Maybe the break is a good decision.” Mydei spoke up, a small shrug to his words while Cyrene looked at him in shock, “I’m not saying it’s the best, but it’s not the worse either.” Cyrene sighed at his words, placing a hand up to her forehead.

“I guess, but the situation is really bad.”

“Do we really have any solutions?” Cyrene stayed quiet at the question, the silence already an answer for Mydei as his lips pulled itself into a tight line, “So we’re walking on eggshells now?” Cyrene made a so-and-so gesture, they weren’t entirely screwed but they were definitely going to be walking on eggshells for a while.

“I can hear you guys!” Phainon’s voice shouted through the door, Mydei and Cyrene quickly moving far away from the door with quiet shuffles.

Your face is buried in your hands, Phainon’s hand clenching onto his phone tightly, looking like it’ll snap if he continued to hold it like that. Snowy whimpers when he notices the look on Phainon’s face, nudging his head into Phainon’s leg before laying down on his thigh.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered into your hands, looking up at Phainon in the cracks of your fingers. Phainon sighs, the irritation he had on his face disappearing as he drops his phone onto the couch and pulls your hands away from your face, leaning down to place a quick kiss onto your lips.

“I’m not mad at you.” He reassured, not soothing the feelings in your stomach as you placed your head into his shoulder.

He should be. You’d be mad if your partner walked in on you streaming without knocking first, and now the entire world is doing everything in its power to ruin the quiet life you two had. You don’t get how Phainon can stay so composed when around you, or how he never gets mad.

You’d hate to see him being mad at you actually, but the amount of times you’ve been mad at him is in the double digits. Okay, first of all, it’s not much probably, there has only been 11 times that you were actually mad at him and he only has 4. You two don’t argue so that’s why.

“Are you sure? I… It is kinda my fault.” You winced, Phainon sighing heavily and pulling you even closed to him, “It’s not your fault, stop saying that.” You can sense the tired tone in his voice, the guilt inside you growing even larger.

Pulling away, you refused to look at Phainon as you sat up properly, the hand wrapped around your waist dropping. Your hands clenched together in your lap, the thought you’ve always had since he started streaming finally pouring through the walls you had built to cover it.

“Is this… relationship even worth saving?”

You don’t think you’ve heard silence being this loud.

FLASHBACK: BACK IN UNI!

Parties were never your forte.

You liked drinking, you liked talking to people, you liked being drunk with a bunch of your friends. You only hate it because people try to get a moment with your boyfriend, the man whose arms are around your waist and keeping you close so nobody else can steal you away from him.

You hate how people only stay away from you because they’re scared of Phainon, you hate how people don’t respect you enough to do the same. You’re just ‘Phainon’s partner,’ not [N], not anyone but his apparently.

And yeah, they’re right. But now that’s your entire personality and strangers from campus only talk to you about him because you’re his partner.

It doesn’t help that Phainon is oblivious most of the time. He doesn’t realize girls are flirting with him at parties until they ask for his number does he respond by pulling you in and kissing you infront of them. It’s humiliating but it works. You get a kiss like that almost every party and you’re grateful for the people that bother him.

But moments like these do make your blood boil.

“Oh,” The girl talking to Phainon pulls a face when she looks at you, your eye twitching but keeping a small smile on your face. She looks back at Phainon with a smile but you know her blood is boiling, “Them?” Phainon stops mid-sip of his drink and blinks.

“Yeah? What about ‘them’?” He asked, tilting his head with genuine confusion.

The girls shoulders relax a bit, “I just think you deserve better.” She has a smug tone in her voice, eyes flickering to you, just to see how you winced, staring at Phainon through the corners of your eyes.

“I think you should leave.” Phainon leans back onto the couch, pulling you closer with his large hand coming up to rest against your hips, your head laying down onto his shoulder while the screen to your phone lit up your face.

The girl blinked before scowling and stomping off, Phainon barely letting his eyes drift away from you to watch her leave, “I’m sorry.” You hummed, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Do you think this relationship is worth keeping?” You whispered closer to his ear, feeling the grip on your hip tighten. Phainon huffed with a pout, hugging you closer to the point you were sitting on one of his legs, “Come on, Phai.” Your hand moved up to hold one his cheeks, another resting against his shoulder.

“What type of question is that?”

“A reasonable one.”

“It’s not!” He exclaimed into your neck, a laugh leaving you when his breath tickled the skin, “I love youuuu.” He dragged out, placing feathery kisses all around the exposed skin and hearing your giggles beside his ear.

“You’re cute, Phai.” Pulling him away from your neck, you brushed his bangs away from his face to place a kiss onto his forehead, seeing his lips turn into a stupid smile and melt into your, “Yes, I am.” He agreed with you, nodding and letting you pull him into a kiss, your laughter getting muffled when he closed the gap.

Back then, the relationship was stable after an argument had blown up between you two. Girls kept flirting with him and you hated how he lets them chat his ear off meanwhile you’re there. Originally, you had no problem with this, but once you realized he quickly became the University’s dreamboat, that changed.

Phainon didn’t understand why it mattered so much to you until you started crying, pouring out every thought you had whenever you heard people talk about your relationship. The argument didn’t last long, Phainon didn’t want to argue with you and that’s why after you cried, he promised to shut it down faster.

That’s what he did. Sometimes, it took awhile for him to wave them away, but he didn’t want you to feel that way. Not ever, not again.

But it’s different now. The whole world knows you, the whole world hates you, and now, you don’t think this can be fixed with a couple of kisses and apologies anymore.

This is humiliating. Really humiliating for you.

You don’t know how long you’ve been seated on his lap, and hunched over his desk, but you know it’s been long. Your mind is hazy and your hole has been clenching onto Phainon’s cock while trying to push him out all at the same time.

Any time Phainon jolts whenever he gots killed, he accidentally thrusts into you, a cry leaving your mouth whenever he does. You just sit there, cock warming him while he plays his stupid game. This would’ve been a lot more embarrassing if he was streaming and forcing you to shut up.

But thank Aeons, he decided not to do that. Everyone would’ve known how desperate you become when it comes to sex.

Phainon leans back when he gets into a cutscene, sighing in relief as his hands leave his keyboard and mouse to grip your waist. A satisfied hum escapes him, a smug smile appeared on his face that you couldn’t see as he drags your hips up before back down, a shaky yet broken moan leaving you.

“Phai,” You breathed out, hand reaching back to stop him, holding his wrist with very little strength.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Phainon whispers against your skin, kissing up your back to your neck before resting his chin onto your shoulder, “It hurts?” He cooed, your eyes catching his as you narrowed them. You could hear the mockery slip through his hidden soft tone.

“Stop teasing.” You hissed, shutting your eyes tightly when you felt Phainon move his hips just a bit, hitting that spot inside you that had you trembling, “Wanna repeat that for me?” Phainon teased, kissing the back of your ear and watching you carefully.

As you were about to open your mouth, Phainon thrusts into you, smiling when he saw you bit down onto your bottom lip to stop yourself from giving him the satisfaction of being an asshole.

“This isn’t what I had in mind for Valentine’s Day.” Phainon hummed and leaned back, his thumb rubbing circles onto your waist as he watches the cutscene. But with you currently cock warming, he couldn’t pay attention to anything happening on his screen.

You chuckled, shaky and broken, eyes wet from the tears that streamed down your face, clearly aching for any sort of relief and pleasure from him, “What you had in mind? Are you serious?” You turned your head over your shoulder, an irritated yet amused expression on you.

Phainon smiled, all bright and innocent, as if he isn’t torturing you by doing this, “Yeah, I thought we’d go out on a date and go on carnivals.” He’s lying, you know he’s lying. He’s trying to make you think this wasn’t his idea in the first place.

“Fucking liar—“ Phainon brought your hips down, grinding up to you and hitting that one spot inside, seeing your attitude crumble, “What was that?” He tilted his head, that same smile on his face.

Your eye twitched in irritation, the short pleasure that Phainon had given you disappearing as he stops, a whine coming out from you.

Phainon’s hand slides up your back, forcing your back to arch into his desk as he rolls his seat forward to reach his gaming set up, also ‘accidentally’ moving inside you which ripped out a shaky moan from you.

“Just stay like this for a bit longer while I finish this boss fight.” You blinked the haziness from your eyes, feeling him literally pulsating inside you while you buried your face into your arms, nails digging into the palms of your hands as you whimpered.

He said that last time, and the time after that. You don’t think you can really trust him anymore.

“Can you do that for me?” Phainon leaned down and whispered into your ear, his breath ticking you and sending a jolt through you. You hesitated for a second before nodding with a hum, Phainon’s hand slipping down your chest to stimulate your sex, making squirm on his lap and moan.

“Okay, okay! I get it.” You exclaimed with a sob, breathing ragged and uneven as your body trembled, “Just, play your stupid game.” Phainon chuckles lightly, resuming his game while feeling his own resolve crack away.

Even though this was entirely his fault, and he has you—the person he loves so deeply— on his lap and currently crying because of the lack of stimulation, Phainon still decided to edge you like this. Maybe it’s probably the worst Valentines gift he could ever give you but he’s also planning on giving you the best orgasm of your life.

Phainon jerks up when he gets too close to dying, muttering a sheepish apology whenever he hears you moan, you can technically hear the smug tone in his voice when he does.

You tilt your head to watch his game, blinking the glossiness in them while you tried focusing on anything else but the cock deep inside you that’s making your walls squeeze tightly around him, Phainon groaning at the sensation as the fingers on his mouse tightened.

“Phainon, please..” You whimpered, Phainon tensing up when your voice entered his ears. He did the mistake of looking down, your eyes staring up at him—all wet and glossy just for him as your lips quivered.

Phainon swallowed deeply, snapping his gaze back up onto his screen before he paused it, a smug smile appearing on your face, “You’re weak.” Phainon pouted at your insult, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck, pressing kisses onto the skin.

“You know how I am when you do that.” You let out a breathy chuckle that faded into a light moan when Phainon started moving inside you, your head falling down onto the table, coursing lightly.

“You felt so good. Could barely focus on my game.” Phainon admitted before pushing the keyboard and mouse away, standing up with one of his hands on the wall and the other on your hip, “Why’d you even keep playing then?” You asked, fingers digging into the table.

Phainon smiled down on you, watching his cock disappear inside your hole and hit that spot that had you seeing stars, “Because you were on my lap.” The hand on the wall moved to hold one of your hands, squeezing it to give you reassurance.

“Haah—seriously?” You moaned, feeling Phainon’s chest now against your back, “That’s—ngh—stupid.” Phainon laughed and kissed your cheek, thrusting into you even faster, feeling your legs shake underneath him from the sheer pleasure of it.

All the time you’ve wasted sitting on his lap was being made up. The pleasure you so desperately sought for crashed onto you 10 times more intense as the coil inside you tightened, Phainon’s hand reaching down to rub your sex, stimulating you even more.

Your chest arched into the table, the hand holding onto yours grabbed your chin to move to the side so Phainon can kiss you, slipping his tongue inside and swallowing all the noises you made while his cock made you feel stupid.

Phainon pulled away, his tongue flicking out to snap the saliva trail with a smile, taking in your expression and keeping it locked inside his memory, “You’re so cute.” You whined, feeling your stomach flutter at his praise as your head laid flat against the table.

“Maybe we should do this whenever I stream, you’re my lucky charm.” Phainon felt your hole squeeze around him when he said that, chuckling in amusement when you shook your head, “No? You don’t like the idea of everyone knowing how eager you for me?” You clenched your fists as Phainon lowered his voice, whispering into your ear.

“Phai…” You called out softly, Phainon kissing the stray tears that left your eyes, “Stop teasing.” You begged with a meek tone, looking off the other side to avoid staring into his eyes.

“Okay, my love.” Your shoulders relaxed when you heard that, turning to face your head to him and place a kiss onto his temple, seeing him light up at the feeling of your lips as he bites down onto your cheek, not even surprised by his antics.

He lets go of the skin he bit and gave it kitten licks, hearing you whimper and grow more louder, shutting your eyes tight as you felt the coil inside begin to tighten, Phainon’s thrusts becoming more eager and faster not helping.

“You close?”

“Mm—Mhm!” You didn’t want to open your mouth incase you said something stupid or nothing at all, but that response didn’t seem to satisfy Phainon.

“Use your words, pretty.” His hand wrapped around the front of your throat, tilting your head back and watching how tears streamed down your face as little moans left your mouth, “I know you’re capable—fuck—of using that mouth of yours.” Phainon groaned when he felt your hole suck him in even further.

“Y-Yeah.” You breathed out, stuttering over a simple word as Phainon’s thrusts matched him toying with your sex, a loud moan leaving you when you came all over his hand, pleasure shooting throughout your entire body as you let Phainon use your body for him to finish.

You felt him fill you up, a low groan slipping through his mouth while he rode it, a whine coming through your lips. Phainon flops down onto your back, placing a few kisses on your back and behind your ears with a smile.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Your eye twitched at the words, “You’re still in trouble.” Phainon blinked and jumped up at that, still inside you while you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder, “Did you really think I’d let you do that and get away with it?” You had an amused look on your face, Phainon sighing and slumping his shoulders.

A piercing headache was the first thing you felt when you woke up, the second thing you felt was Phainon’s arm around you, and then the third thing you felt was the cold breeze that entered the room, making you shiver and pull your blanket up your naked body.

Your eyes snapped to Phainon to see he was also naked but when you saw no marks on him, you sighed in relief. You always left marks whenever you two were intimate, there’s no way you wouldn’t brand him with your trademark.

But there’s no explanation on why you two were naked. Maybe you got to that part before knocking out, you didn’t have an ache in your body nor did you have any bruising on your hips.

Grabbing your t-shirt off the ground, you stepped outside your room to see everything cleaned up. The bottles and cans were gone, pillows were placed back onto the couch, the floor was swept, and the trash bags were replaced. Everything was spotless besides the sticky note on the counter.

‘hyacine, tribbie, hysilens and aglaea cleaned it all up, [n]. i picked them up so they (cipher, castorice, cyrene, mydei) didn’t drive home drunk. anaxa and cerydra are the ones who took out the trash and replaced it. i also fed snowy and let him out his room. btw don’t listen to what the internet says.’ — tribios!

Smiling, you pinned the sticky note onto your fridge before opening it, grabbing the ingredients to make breakfast as Phainon enters the kitchen a few minutes later, putting on his shirt with a yawn.

He woke up trying to reach for you and realized you weren’t there in your regular spot. He panicked until he heard the classic sizzle coming from the kitchen, flopping back down onto the bed with a sigh of relief before pulling his sweats on, not questioning on why he was naked in the first place.

“I should kiss the chief for preparing breakfast.” Phainon broke you out of your concentration, looking straight at your apron before back at you with a charming smile. A confused hum left your mouth as you turned off the stove, looking at him over your shoulder with raised eyebrows.

Phainon chuckles, loving the confused look on your face before he points at the words on your apron. Your eyes moved down to the piece of cloth, catching what he was referencing at and reading the ‘kiss the chief!’ embodied onto your apron.

An amused smile crept onto your face, “You think so?” Teasing him, Phainon rounded the corner of the table and pulled you in by the waist, a giggle leaving you as his signature pout on his face whenever he wants something from you appeared, making you sigh in faux exasperation.

“It should be the chief’s award, and also my prize.” Rolling your eyes as a joke, you landed a quick kiss onto Phainon’s puckered lips. The short kiss made him whine and tug you closer to him when there isn’t enough space for him too. A laugh left you until you placed another kiss onto his lips, then his cheek, and then finally one of his forehead, having to stand on your tippy-toes to land it.

Phainon hums in satisfaction, letting you go to eat the breakfast prepared. He left the piece of egg into his mouth, stars appearing around him even though it was a basic breakfast before his good mood disappeared when he saw you leave the kitchen.

“Where are you going.” You paused and turned around, pointing down the hall with a blink, “To get my phone?” It sounded more like a question than an answer.

Phainon visibly lights up, jumping out of his seat to push you away from your room, “What? Phai—“ Forcing your bum into your respective seat at the table, he kisses your forehead rather aggressively, “I’ll go fetch it for you!” Before you could answer, he’s already left your side.

Sighing, you brushed off that random act from Phainon and moved your attention to your food, not knowing how Phainon unlocked your phone and deactivated all of your social media’s main accounts, not like you were that active on any of them anyway. He’s not risking more people finding your other accounts and then finding his personal account, and then finding personal information.

It’s not his first rodeo, but it’s definitely yours and he’d rather get beaten than have you constantly harassed.

Phainon marches back into the kitchen with a suspiciously wide and sunny smile on his face as he places the phone into the palm of your hand, “There you go!” Biting down onto your bacon, you raised an eyebrow and opened your Twitter while keeping your eyes on him.

“You didn’t do anything, right?”

“You don’t trust me?” Phainon tilts his head with a small smile, almost like a dog, almost like Snowy.

You immediately perk up at the thought of Snowy, looking over at the living room and seeing Snowy’s classic white tail wagging in the air. A smile appeared on your face, whistling to grab his attention and immediately giggling when Snowy jumped over the couch to get to you.

“Tribios fed you, didn’t she? Is she your favourite now, cutie?” Snowy stuck his tongue out, bathing in your scratches and praises as Phainon stared at the dog with a blank look, absolutely jealous of the attention Snowy is getting from you.

This is why Phainon placed him back in his room yesterday morning.

“We didn’t disrupt you last night, right?” Snowy barked, confirming that you guys did in fact disrupt him. You nervously chuckled, pulling your hand back after scratching under his chin, “Sorry, your parents were drunk, Snowy.” He tilted his head, just like Phainon did when he gave you your phone back.

It seriously gave you the chills.

Phainon took your plate after he finished with his food, shooting a look to Snowy when he passed by him as Snowy smiled, like he knew what he was doing. Phainon’s eyebrow twitched but he still kept a smile on his face, lighting up when you thanked him for doing the dishes.

This has been a regular routine for you guys. You cook and clean, Phainon washes the dishes and does the laundry while Snowy sits on the couch like a spoiled kid who’s waiting for your attention specifically because Snowy knows it gets on Phainon’s nerves.

The two of them are constantly fighting for your attention and it’s funny to see Phainon being jealous over a dog.

Phainon dries his hand with a hand towel, watching you cuddle Snowy close as the two of you watch something on the TV, “Do we need anything from the store?” He suddenly asks, standing behind the couch now.

You hummed in consideration, “Maybe more dog food? And shampoo since you like using mine. Oh, also we need more cherries.” Phainon nodded, listing them off in his head as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Is that all?” You sat up, holding Phainon’s face in your hands, “Yeah.” You suddenly bit down onto his cheek lightly, a soft hum leaving your mouth as Phainon winced but let you nibble on his cheek before you pulled away and brushed your thumb over it.

“I’ll get dressed now—“

“No.” Phainon stops you midway, watching you blink up at him confusingly. He sighs and shakes his head, “I’ll handle it, you stay here.” You pouted, feeling him pull away from you, “But we always go buy groceries together.” Phainon’s face softens when he hears your words.

“I know, but you drank a lot.”

“But I feel better!” You argued, Snowy barking to agree with you as Phainon shot a look to the dog beside you before looking back to you with a loving look, “And I want you to stay here.” Phainon’s large hands cups your face, kissing you slowly as you relaxed.

“Mm, fine..” You reluctantly agreed, flopping back down on the couch with a groan. Phainon cheering with stars appearing around him, “But don’t take too long! And don’t get caught.” You held up two fingers, reminding him of the two rules you set up for him whenever he’s out in public by himself.

“I’ll be as stealthy as Cipher!”

“She’s not even that stealthy!”

The apartment is empty after that, boredom burns itself deep inside you as the silence of the home continues to stretch on and on. You don’t remember how long Phainon has been gone now, but you could assume it’s only been awhile.

You really wished you hadn’t folded the second Phainon kissed you.

A groan leaves you, burying your face into the pillow. It’s painfully boring without Phainon with you, rather he’s streaming or not. You two always do stuff together, so it’s weird when it’s suddenly broken.

You froze, he’s not cheating on you, right?

Snowy and you look at eachother before you shook your head, belittling yourself for thinking that way. You mean, it’s not bizarre to think of that, right? You two have been together since high school, and University, which was probably when your relationship took a turn, it’s not that crazy to say he wants to see other… people?

The thought makes you pull a face.

You atleast hope it’s Mydei.

You pulled your mask down with a sigh of relief, is this what Phainon has to deal with everyday? You seriously hated wearing masks, they’ve always been uncomfortable to wear and breath in.

It took a lot of convincing, Phainon kept saying that he doesn’t want you to be recognized in public, and you kept saying that you’ll be fine since you’ll be wearing a mask and a hat. He had some good points, but you don’t think locking your partner in the house and leaving them behind is a good idea.

All you wanted was to buy something from your local 7-Eleven that was just a 10 minute walk. No one’s gonna bother you, and if you two have constantly went to that 7-Eleven and not be recognized, it’ll be fine if you go alone. You doubt you’ll be recognized, and if so, maybe you should keep yourself locked in your apartment from now on.

The mask hangs under your chin, a bit of your tongue sticking out of your mouth as you try to hold all the stuff you decided to get for both you and Phainon in your arms. You definitely should’ve gotten a basket, but you’re almost done grabbing anything so you don’t see the point in grabbing one now.

The 7-Eleven is quiet besides the humming coming from the freezers, and there aren’t a lot of people here either, leaving the chance of you getting recognized at a low percentage. It’s still not impossible for someone to see you, but it’s overall not a high rate at all.

But despite how little of people were there, you felt like someone was staring at you for the 20 minutes you have been in there.

Phainon sighs and drops his phone down onto the dresser beside the bed. He just got off the phone with Aglaea, who suggested that Phainon should take a break off the internet and be there with you considering you were probably gonna get hate from his fanbase if you didn’t enough.

It sucks more when know your public account on Twitter has been found when he explicitly said not to try and find out. Sooner or later, more of your socials will be found and you’ll have no choice but to delete everything.

You were curled into yourself on the bed, refusing to get up unless it was the bathroom. It shouldn’t have effected you so much, it usually should never effect a celebrities partner since that’s what they should prepare for when dating someone famous.

But you’ve known Phainon since forever, you’ve known Phainon when he just a little kid running around in the grass fields. You know different versions of Phainon, Phainon’s that people don’t know about, and Phainon’s that the fanbase—and him—don’t want to see.

He’s the picture perfect boyfriend in terms of personality and looks. Everything everyone wants in a guy. You remember how many people approached him in University, you remember how many times you two have talked—not argued—about how insecure you’d get whenever it happenes, and you remember how Phainon wanted to stop streaming if it made you uncomfortable with how many people thirst over him.

It was sweet of him to think about you, and at that time, you were completely okay with him streaming since you know Phainon knows where home is at. But thinking about it now, should you have said no?

Phainon already has a stable job as a model, and you also have a stable job as Aglaea’s fashion assistant. If Phainon ever did want to stop streaming, it won’t matter since he still has a way to financial support you both, and vice versa. You just can’t take back your answer and beg for him to stop streaming.

Phainon’s hands founds it way to your cheek, turning it to the side so he can stare at you, “I’m sorry.” He apologized, his voice almost a whisper.

Your eyes softened, bringing him down and into your chest, Phainon already sinking into your embrace, “I love you.” You hear him mumble against your chest, a chuckle leaving you as your fingers twisted and threaded in his white hair.

In moments like these, you can forget all the hate you’re getting, Phainon can forget what’s blowing up his phone, and just relax in bed with him. You do hate how everyone treats celebrities partners, but the one who actually has Phainon is you.

“Can I get an ‘I love you too’?” You dragged out your sigh, snapping your eyes open, “I love you too, Phainon.” His face lifts up from your chest, a grin on his lips.

“Wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Your eye twitched, hand reaching up to tug at his two antennas on the top of his head. Phainon yelped and grabbed your wrist, pulling a stupid face that had you stifling a laugh.

“You look like a vegetable with your hair like this.” Phainon hummed in confusion, looking up to see you toying with his two antennas after releasing the harsh grip on them, “They were so much more cuter when you were a kid.” You looked down at Phainon, who grinned.

“And you were nicer when you were a kid.” Frowning, you flicked his forehead, “I’n still nice.” Phainon rubbed the spot you flicked before leaning up to kiss your forehead.

“You are.”

The moments ruined the second Phainon’s phone starts ringing. Phainon huffed and stretching above you to reach for it, your eyes moving on instinct to catch the pale skin of his stomach when his shirt lifted, clearing your throat when he pulled back with the phone to his ear.

“Hello—“

“Phainon!” Both Phainon and you winced at the loud voice that came through despite not being on speaker. He pulled the phone away by an inch before placing it beside his ear again, “Yes, Cipher?” You sat up at the call of her name, snatching the phone out of Phainon’s hand.

“Cipher?” Your face visibly lit up, ignoring how Phainon blinked at how fast you took the phone away from him before he took the spot you were laying down on, watching you talk to Cipher through his bangs.

He watched you hold onto the necklace he gifted you on your first anniversary, watched how you scrunched your nose up whenever she said something gross, and watched how your hand flexed whenever you were explaining something to Cipher.

A sigh leaves his lips, a blissed out look on his face.

He does really love you.

“Okay, wait, put me on speaker. Phainon needs to hear this too.” You looked over your shoulder to see Phainon burying his face into your pillow, ears burning red as your eyebrow raised at his appearance.

Brushing it off, you put Cipher on speaker, “What’d you want to say—“

“Open the door!” You jumped when the front door to your shared apartment banged, Phainon getting up to answer the door as you quickly followed, abandoning Phainon’s phone in the room as Cipher’s laughter filled it up.

Standing up on your tippy-toes to peer over Phainon’s shoulders, the rest of your friends stood infront of the entrance, a grin on Cipher’s face and a calm smile on Aglaea’s. Your jaw dropped at the sight of them, before pushing them back to look down both the hallways until you ushered them in.

Phainon shut the door behind you, Castorice pulling you into a hug as Cipher, Cyrene and Hyacine engaged into a conversation with you, “No, but everyone’s being dramatic on Twitter. What’s the big deal?” You sweatdropped at Cipher’s question, pulling away for Castorice’s hug.

“That’s because Phainon is everyone’s dreamboat.” Mydei butted in, sending a look to Phainon whose eyes widened in shock, “I am?” You deadpanned at his act.

“Stop being stupid on purpose, Phai.” Your boyfriend dropped the facade, a smile on his face as he raised his hands up in a mock surrender, “Hey, I only care what you think of me.” You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your face warmed up and Cyrene pointing it out with a grin.

Aglaea dropped a bag onto your table, Hysilens helped her grab the stuff out. The sound of glasses clanking together made you snap your head over to them, bottles of wine lying on your table as your mouth dropped, turning to Phainon who had an amused eyebrow raised.

Cipher pulled you down with an arm over your shoulder, “The best option to feel better is drinking.” You chuckled, “You’re encouraging alcohol abuse.” Cipher shrugged at your words, scavenging through the plastic bags and also pulling out multiple six packs of beer.

“You all came here to drink?” Phainon turned to Mydei, a small smug smile on Mydei’s face, “Been awhile since we all gathered together.” Tribbie grinned, looking up at Phainon who agreed with a nod and a smile.

It has been a long time since all of you have been together. Schedules were tight, and plans kept getting canceled because of these. You only assume that the recent drama was a good reason to bring everyone together, even though it was on bad circumstances, you’re glad they all want to be here with you both, especially from Anaxa and Cerydra.

You took one drink, and then another, and then another, and then Phainon gave you his drink, so you drank that one too. It ended up with Cyrene resting on your shoulder, a droopy smile on her face while you laid on Phainon’s, a half-empty cup of wine in your hands while you watched Cipher and the rest play cards.

Anaxa and Aglaea of course had petty arguement here and there, passive aggressive comments being thrown once in a while. Hysilens took up any drink that needed to be finished, Hyacine gave people water to help them, Cerydra kept winning in UNO and Tribbie kept winning in Go-Fish.

Mydei and Phainon were in a conversation with eachother, catching up with Phainon trying to ragebait him and being successfully every time from the way Phainon’s laughs whenever Mydei scolds him.

It’s funny, it’s warm, it’s nostalgic. You missed this feeling.

You missed how Cipher and Cyrene both teased you about Phainon, you missed how Mydei and Phainon bickered with eachother, you missed how Aglaea carefully teaches you her techniques, you missed how Anaxa—despite being rude about it—actually educated you on topics you wanted to know about, you missed Tribios and the other three, you missed Cerydra and Hysilens, you missed Hyacine and Ica.

You missed them.

Phainon has your legs over his lap, fingers teasing the hems of his shorts that you were wearing whenever he’d brush his fingers over your thighs. It was silent in the living room, the only thing playing was the show you were watching and whatever Phainon was doing on his phone.

Probably looking at edits about him, but whatever.

Your tired eyes moved from the tv to him, Phainon feeling your gaze on him and turning to look at you with a blink, “Yes?” You didn’t respond for a minute before raising your hands up to cup his face, slowly bringing him down so you can kiss him.

Phainon drops his phone instantly, fixing his position where he’s laying above you but not crushing you at the same time. A small giggle leaves you, Phainon smiling at the sound as his hands grab your waist gently, pushing up your shirt just a bit.

You pulled away before anything else happened, a pout on Phainon’s face, “Why’d you stop?” He questioned, laying his head down on your chest and feeling it rumble when you laughed, a sound that made Phainon fuzzy inside.

“You’re live in 5 minutes, and I don’t think your fans will appreciate you having hickeys.” You pointed out, your reminder making Phainon perk up with a look of realization. Snickering, you let him kiss all over your face while saying apologizes, pressing one last warm kiss onto your lips before getting up and patting down his clothes to look presentable.

“Ah, wait.” Phainon hummed at your call, bending down when you gestured with your hands. His hair was brushed between your fingers, a little peck landing on his cheek, “There you go. My favourite e-boyfriend.” Your joke made him chuckle, grabbing your hand to kiss your knuckles until he finally left to go to his gaming room.

And as the loving partner you are, you clicked on the notification you got from Twitch saying he was live, being one of the first person in the chat.

KHASNON HAS GONE LIVE! playing valorant until i reach radiant + 56k watching!

Your phone rested on the table infront of you, tv shut off as you blinked in and out of consciousness. The warm couch kept inviting you in to sleep, but you knew if you slept here, Phainon would have to carry you all the back to your shared bed and as much as you’d be flattered, you’d rather not have a tired Phainon do all that.

Groaning, you buried your head into the pillow underneath you, hearing Phainon’s scream from your phone and from the room, a small smile appearing on your face until it disappeared when your dog jumped onto your back.

Turning your head slowly with an irritated look to glare at the big samoyed, Snowy fucking woofed. Phainon tensed up on your screen while you shot up and held a finger to your lips, a look of panic on both of your faces as you reached up to pet behind his ear to make sure he didn’t make anymore noise.

It’s not like Phainon’s fanbase didn’t know about Snowy, it’s just that Snowy doesn’t bark that often. He rarely does. Snowy sits there with a stupid smile on his face, and awaits for pats without barking because he knows how annoyed you used to get whenever you’re trying to sleep and he just barks to get your attention.

Snowy jumps off your back, a wince leaving you as Phainon comes out the room to grab Snowy. An apologetic look on his face as he picks up the massive dog, Snowy licking Phainon’s face to show affection.

Getting up, you pecked Phainon’s lips, “I’m going to go to sleep. Don’t stay up for too long.” You made sure to keep your voice down, Phainon whispering a goodnight to you and watching you head down another hall away from his streaming room.

Phainon stood there for 3 minutes, contemplating rather or not he should end the stream and sleep with you before he started to head back to his streaming room, a pout on his lips when he realized he can’t really end stream when he’s been online for 15 minutes only.

prettyrbbon: AWWW HE BROUGHT OUT SNOWY

mydeisusedcondom: he lifted snowy w one arm too do u guys think 👀👀👀👀

rileyhrt: maybe he just works OUT mydeisusedcondom🫩🫩

lukauke: no shit rileyhrt phainon posts his arms every fucking day 🤦

rileyhrt: this feels personal

Phainon sweatdropped at the chat, setting Snowy down near his feet who gladly curled around it, tongue sticking out as his belly faced up towards the ceiling. Snowy was big samoyed with white fluffy hair, you always compared Phainon to him, saying that Snowy was Phainon if he was a dog.

Phainon guesses he understands where you’re coming from.

As another match starts, another starts again, and then another, and another, and Phainon suddenly forgets that he promised you he wouldn’t stay up for too long. Time starts blurring, and the angry inside him dials down whenever he remembers you’re still asleep.

2:06 AM.

Phainon rubs his eyes, cursor about to hit ‘Start Match’ again until he hears footsteps approaching his door. Everything inside him falls straight down to his ass as he freezes, head turning to see the door slowly opening as the light from the hallway enters the dimly lit room.

“Why are you still awake?” Your tired voice makes everything else fade away. Phainon’s shoulders slumped with a sigh as Snowy jumps up and paws at your stomach, a groan leaving you while you bent down to give him a couple of head-pats and kisses, Snowy licking your cheek and a yelp coming out in return.

Phainon completely fails to notice how his chat starts moving at an alarming rate.

“Was I loud?” He asks sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Snowy runs past you to claim a spot in your bed as you approached him with a shake of your head, “No, you weren’t in bed so I got worried.” You appeared in front of the face-cam, your midriff being the only thing visible.

Phainon grips onto your waist, squeezing it gently while he stared up at you, “I’m sorry, my love. I got carried away.” Humming, his words falling upon deaf ears, you leaned down to kiss his eyelids, a gentle smile on Phainon’s lips when you moved your lips to his cheek next.

Eyes drifting to the other monitor, you saw the chat moving at a fast rate, heart stop beating for a moment.

“Phainon, are you still live?” Both you and Phainon turn to look at eachother, the colour draining from your faces as you jumped out of his arms and in the corner away from him. Phainon drags a hand down his face, mentally beating himself up for not thinking about turning off his cam and mic.

ninisetta: THAT IS NOT HIS ROOMMATE

lukauke: dog boy phainon content i love u phainons partner pls feed us

prettyrina: im lowkey bricked up rn

glitterglizzy: I JUST FELT MY HEART BREAK INTO TWO

prettyrina: ummmmm alright parasocial!

“Why didn’t you tell me!?” Phainon’s heart sinks when he sees the genuine panic and fear on your face. You were pacing around the room, your hands shaking and breathing uneven.

“So, your face-cam was on?” Phainon shakes slowly, feeling guilty for ruining your night’s sleep, “Mic too…” He trails off, your jaw dropping to the ground before you buried your face into your hands in shame.

“Phainon!” He raises his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry! You kissed me and made me feel stupid!” Your head shot up from your hands, pointing at yourself with a raised eyebrow, “So this is my fault?” Phainon shakes his head immediately to your question, that was not what he was aiming for.

“No!”

You grumbled and stomped around, a pout on your lips. Phainon stared at the stream with an indescribable expression until he abruptly ended the stream, tossing the headphones off his head and not caring what might’ve happened to it as he lifts you up over his shoulder.

Phainon can hear you sniffing, holding back tears. He can’t help but feel extremely guilty for letting the gates open to the amount of hate you’ll get soon. He tried avoiding that as much as possible, even going as far as to ending stream at a certain time to make sure this wouldn’t happen.

Now, he’s not excited to see what you’ll face tomorrow morning, and he’s definitely not happy with himself for letting that happen. Phainon swore to protect you, to make sure you’d get zero hate for simply dating him, and he failed to do that. He doesn’t want you to break up with him because of it, the both of you have been together since highschool, even going as far as being bestfriends since childhood.

Phainon doesn’t want to lose you, definitely not when the reason is because majority of his fans are jealous that you have him when he was never theirs in the first place.

You’re tucked into bed, curling into yourself as your eyes start to water. Phainon brings you closer to to his chest, his warmth making you feel slightly better since you shifted to bury your face into his chest, nails creating shapes onto his bare skin with a pout.

Sighing, Phainon leans back and tosses an arm over his eyes, his other arm pressing your back closer to him. He has you in his arms now, but he doesn’t know until that warmth you radiate becomes cold and empty.

INTRODUCING . . . our romantic mcs!

Phainon. he/him — twitch streamer who only enjoys this job because of his partner / model. [N]. they/them — famous in a way where they’re funny on twitter and people assume they’re a model / aglaea’s fashion assistant.

CHAPTERS: ARC ONE — LOVING MACHINE

one. doxxed. two. the internet ruined me. three. paparazzi. four. #truthnuke. five. begging for the sex files. six. i cummed gng. seven. the twitter onslaught. eight. merry christmas, please don’t call. nine. in the pool. ten. in the sea (18+)

CHAPTERS: ARC TWO — EVERYBODY HERE WANTS YOU.

one. i hope nb catches us (18+). two. greedy. three. art of war. four. sweetener. five. closer. six. pretty when you cry (18+). seven. hopelessly devoted to you. eight. radio. nine. jealous type. ten. gameboy.