#and have commitment issues and have never been in a relationship and don't wanna be in one

[sparklingchim]

[emo-gremlin]

SFW Mr. Puzzles x Reader!

PDA IS A MUST. He's always holding your hand, hugging you, tapping his screen against your forehead, arm around your waist (only after you've made it clear that he can do so)

Was never in a real relationship (platonic or romantic) until you. He definitely pulls stuff he saw in romcoms when you first got together. You admired his gestures, but you did eventually sit him down and explain not every romantic relationship is like the stuff on TV.

After you guys have that conversation, he tones it down a little, but he's still quoting the cheesiest lines and he will not be stopped

Tries to spend as much time with you as he can.

Have a dream of stardom? He's doing everything he can to help you get there. Prefer to stay in the shadows? He's fine with that too.

An absolute doting sweetheart.

Very nervous about touching you at the start, he knew enough from TV that consent is key in a relationship, and didn't want you uncomfortable. So once you clarified PDA to him, he never breaches those boundaries unless you say it's OK.

He still has his temper, but has not, and WILL NOT use his power OR raise a hand against you. He told you at the beginning if he ever does that to kill him, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did that. He usually holds himself up in his office. You can tell he's upset if his voice glitches and he reeks of cigarette smoke.

It takes a while before he opens up to you about his childhood, and what drove him to the 'Transformation' as he calls it. It's an extreme sign of trust that he tells you about it. He tries to remain a puzzle to his audience, you are the first to get the tools to solve it.

Watching anything with him has stages.

1st time watching something: Remains quiet unless you don't understand a plot point, or need help identifying an actor.

2nd time: Fun facts about production, the tricks they used to get certain shots, gets more in depth with the Lore and explains symbols if there is any.

3rd time: Starts pointing out errors, plot holes, starts talking about how HE would have done it if he had been on the crew.

He usually stays in these guidelines unless the movie is GODAWFUL or is TRYING to be so bad it's good.

Loves having your input on his scripts, costumes (you may end up being a living mannequin for him at times if he's having trouble), set design, etc.

Will list you in the credits, but if you prefer a nickname to be used, he will use that instead.

CUDDLEBUG. My boy didn't get much physical affection as a child, and it shows. He's also a big spoon.

Absolutely adores everything about you, and it shows when he talks about you. Smiling wide, very energetic, so in love with you that you wouldn't be able to keep it a secret.

Loves being able to just slow down and enjoy being with you. Even if he's working on a script at his desk, he loves hearing a soft giggle while you look at memes on your phone on the couch.

Wanna watch something but afraid that there's content in it that might trigger something? No problem! He has no issue listing off what it includes for you. (If you still have interest in the plot, but wouldn't be able to see the media, he'll spoil the plot so it saves you the trouble.)

Always up before you, and definitely a malewife when he isn't working. He tries his best to be there when you wake up before he goes to work. If he can't, he leaves a note and fresh made coffee/tea in the pot.

You have to pull him away from watching the negative reviews, otherwise he WILL obsess over them and work himself to death trying to make them happy.

He's ready to commit various warcrimes if anyone so much as looks at you funny if you asked him to. You're the first person to actually stand by him and he's not letting anyone hurt you.

Definitely will set up private dates on his more romantic sets for the two of you. He turns all the cameras away from the set, as a way to show that this is all for you and you alone.

Will bring you with him if he's filming something in an exotic place. He makes sure you two get enough time together to see the sights.

Has invited at least one of your favorite actors/directors/writers to a birthday party. If you ask him not to, he will be a little disappointed, but respects it. (As long as he can AT LEAST get you their autograph)

Gets invited to an award show? You are going with him, but will try to convince the cameras not to point in your direction if you feel uncomfortable. He wants to share his success with you.

While he can't get props from your favorite movies, if you show interest in a particular prop from his sets, the second filming is done, it's yours. Same with costumes.

I love him your honor

[elliesluckycharm]

don't text me, ex ellie williams one shot

sinopse: you and ellie broke up due to her commitment issues and you've been non contact until she calls.

cw: lowercase intended, swearing and alcohol use and "drunk"? sex, semi public sex, not explicit if reader is fem or masc. use of nicknames like babe and my love.

wc: 2,9k

nsfw/smut: ellie bottoms. tit play (r receiving), clit stim and pinching (e receiving), fingering (e receiving), cum eating (r)... i think thats it?

a/n: okay uh im gonna kms bc this was meant for @breathinlove but alright.

you and ellie had broken up a few months ago. you have been no contact ever since, you blocked her everywhere except her number. you told her not to contact you if she didn't need anything.

but she'd called today.

you were in bed with your best friend kamala, she noticed you suddenly sitting up.

“what?” she touches your shoulder as you look at the screen. “ellie? don't pick up, y/n” she looks at the phone over your shoulder.

“i told her to only contact me if she needs anything…” you sigh, but the phone stops ringing and you bite your lip as you look at kamala, worried expression.

“hey, if she actually needs anything she'll either call again or text.” she pats your shoulder and you nod.

ellie doesn't call again, but you get a text.

«sorry about that, hope ur okay»

“um, i guess she didn't mean to call.” you roll your eyes after texting her back with a «don't worry, hope ur okay 2», which she saw and reacted with hearts.

“girl, yes she did, she let that thing ring for ages.” kamala scoffed.

“whatever kami, let's just forget about that. she's literally with cat.”

“it's insane that she broke up with you because she ‘couldn't be in a relationship’ and ‘felt trapped’ and now she's with cat.”

“i know but well, she just couldn't be in our relationship i guess.” you chuckle and hug kamala. “why are we still talking about this shit…?”

and then you drop this subject, and it was true… ellie broke up with you along those lines. she had met you at your house and held your hand, kissed your forehead before leaving. now, she has been going out with cat. you hadn't completely moved on but what's over it's over, you didn't want any messiness.

weeks pass by, you usually see ellie at college, you both curl your lips in an awkward smile. you do it out of respect but it hurts to act like you were never close.

today wasn't any different, film class and you're sat at the back. she got in late, she sat down at the front. you noticed her and followed her with your eyes but you didn't expect her to look around to the back of the class.

you lock eyes and she stares a little before turning back, you feel uneasy. class passed by and you don't interact in any way and you decide to talk to her after class.

she gets ready to leave and you run down the classes stairs to catch her.

“ellie.” you call out reaching for her shoulder but she turns around to face you before you can.

her green eyes pierce through yours, you hadn't seen those freckles from so close in months. you blink a few times in a roll.

“um… yeah? sorry i called.” her voice is raspy and she looks awkward, as if you don't know each other.

“you let the phone ring.” you mumble, her eyebrows almost touch as she looks confused.

“yes? i'm sorry.” she takes a step back as you do the same.

“so you meant to call. it wasn't a mistake?” you ask, you sound calmer.

“yeah, i did… but i know i shouldn't have, you did the right thing by not picking up.” she looks at your lips for a second before you curl them up in a sympathetic smile.

“i was going to. thought you might have needed something.” you hold your own shoulder. “you okay?”

“no, yeah… i'm okay i was just… i don't know.” she rambles awkwardly and you chuckle. “are… you okay?”

it felt weird talking to her, but she was still the same. she toyed with her fingers nervously as she always did.

“yeah, i am.” you breathed out before straightening your back. “what did you wanna say?”

“that, i've… been” she chokes on her words, you examine ber face, letting her speak. “thinking ‘bout you.” now it's your turn to internally choke.

“you don't need to tell me that.” you bite your lip as you start walking down the starts and she does the same as everyone's leaving the classroom.

she lowers her head to face her feet as she thinks of what to say but all she says is “i know.” you turn to face her after you leave the classroom.

“i'll see you” you say, she nods and leaves as you walk towards the bathroom.

your eyes water as soon as you enter the bathroom, you let out the breath you had been involuntarily holding. you decided this meant no contact was as rough as her as on you, even worse since she decided to call you at 3pm on a random saturday. but it didn't mean anything other than that, it's hard not to talk to someone you used to talk all the time and you understood that.

when you're walking to your next class you see cat running towards ellie and jesse. she kisses both of their cheeks and you wave to them, mostly jesse, who gives you a sympathetic look and waves back. cat doesn't see you until ellie raises her hand, cat waves at you then.

you and cat were neighbors during all your childhood, she was really nice, artistic, down to earth but still had a bubbly personality. you honestly liked her, which hurt.

kamala had texted you about this party next saturday at dina's, her cousin who ‘happened’ to be jesse's long term girlfriend and ellie's best friend. you, dina and kamala had been friends since the start of college and your breakup with ellie wouldn't change that.

ellie would obviously be there, so you decided to give it more than one thought. you didn't want to see her if it made you feel so small, but you couldn't stop doing what you usually do just to avoid her.

so you decided to go. you hadn't talked to dina that much about ellie to be honest, you didn't want this to become something where people had sides to take.

you and kamala go to the party a little later than supposed, the party was already crowded. you find dina and walk up to her to hug her.

“hey dina! nice party.” you hug her excitedly and she chuckles as she pats your back.

“it's a generic one, thanks though baby” she looks at you up and down as you back away. “you look good, girl.”

“you look hot, dee.” you smile wide and she gives you a gentle push towards her drink table. “go grab a drink, you too kamala!” she calls her cousin out.

kamala starts grabbing a drink but your eyes land on ellie, who was at the corner of the room. she saw you and stepped away from the wall she was leaning on.

“is ellie here with cat?” you ask dina as ellie walks up to you. dina nods no. “really?”

“yeah, they went out a few times but ellie said they were better off as friends…its been a while already” she shrugs.

“i see.” you tense up as ellie gets closer. “hey ellie.”

“what's up?” she smiles as she nodded at dina.

“nothing…” you shrug, your lower lip between your teeth and she clicks her tongue, staring you down.

“yeah umm, can we… maybe talk? i mean, i will text you?” she asks in a lower tone, you look around for nothing.

“sure, we can. what about?” dina had leave your side, and you were left alone with her and some strangers next to the wall.

“me. i miss you.” she breathes out and you squint your eyes. “i do. can we please talk?”

“didn't you feel trapped with me? in our relationship?” you scratch your forearm. she takes your hand off it and you look up at her.

“no, i felt trapped but it wasn't you who trapped me. you never limited me. i just wanted to get out a bit, try new things maybe.” you scoff and snap your hand from hers.

“you needed a break from me? to try out new things? like what…? cat?” you sound annoyed by all this now and she's quick to argue.

“no…no, y/n. i thought i did but… i still miss you alright? and cat… i thought could move on to something but i didn't”

“ellie, i'm sorry but… you can still move on. i'm… sorry it didn't work out with cat? but that has nothing to do with me.” you try to call down as she gulps and looks to the side.

“i'm sorry.” she mutters, she sounds embarrassed but she nods. “you're right. i can move on, i don't want to.”

“ellie, this is not the place for this but… yeah we can talk, i can text you.” you sigh and she nods.

“alright, text me when you can.” you nod and leave to find kamala.

you tell her about it and she says ellie is embarrassing herself and you can only say you feel bad but also annoyed by this behavior. you see ellie a few times during the party and you just smile at each other.

you definitely still love ellie, you do wish you had never broken up but it was her who did this and you didn't feel like you could get back together just like that. you'd let her say what she had to say, you respected her, but you didn't think this would end up in rekindling things.

you were dancing with kamala, a little drunk already, when you felt a little hot. you went into the kitchen to grab water. ellie was there, her hand on her forehead.

“hey…” she looks up, recognizing your shoes. she looked a little drunk herself, cheeks flushed. “are you okay?” she saw you stumble.

“yeah i'm fine actually, i have been drinking though, came for a water bottle.” you chuckle and she nods a little as she holds her own head. “who's driving you home?”

“ugh… actually… no one” she chuckles back and shoot her an worried look. “hey, don't worry i'll wait until i sober up a little, i know it was dumb but it's okay.”

“yeah… you better… drink some water maybe.” you walk up to her with another water bottle, she takes it and mumbles a ‘thank you’.

“i feel like the floor's kinda moving.” she looks up to you now.

“you're just light headed. and a lightweight.” you chuckle as you get closer to her.

“yeah right…” she laughs and looks at your lips as you get closer. “you smell nice.” she takes a huge sip out the water and grabs your hand pulling you closer, you let her.

“thank you, you look real good.” your drunken self speaks and she leans on your shoulder, you feel her breath against your neck, making your breath heavier.

“you've such pretty lips.” she mumbles as she lifts her head back up and her lips ghosts against yours. she holds you closer as you hold her arms.

your alcohol breaths fan eachother's lips and faces, you hands fall on her torso and she grabs your hips.

“i wanna kiss you.” you drop your face on the crook of her neck and you sigh. she puts her water bottle down on the marble you were both leaned against only to cup your face, making you face her again.

“you know i'll kiss you back.” and you kiss her, liquor tasting kiss as your tongue pass through her lips.

she moans when you do, holding you so close your leg ends in the middle of hers. you're now running your hand up and down her torso and hip. her arms wrapped around you.

“needed this.” she groans and your grab her hair tightly.

“i need you.” you reply, kissing her deeply. she moans again, her hand finds your thigh and she lifts it.

“have me” she whispers in your ear. she's thrusting her hips as he holds your leg up by your thigh.

you make out feverishly, kisses your neck and you start panting and she grins against your neck. you felt your panties damp.

“bathroom?” you suggest as she starts shamelessly grinding her clothed pussy on your thigh. she nods frantically mumbling ‘please's as she lets go of your thigh and grabs your hand.

she pushes your body with her own, grabbing your waist to turn you around, her crotch against your ass as she walks you to the bathroom.

“don't trip, babe.” she jokes and kisses your neck.

“make sure you don't either, my love.” you giggle and now she's next to you. you look at eachother.

her cheeks are flushed pink and you smile at her, she opens the bathroom door and you get in. she kisses you now, grabbing your ass.

“i want you so bad, y/n. please.” she kisses your neck and you push her back. “what?”

“block the door.” you kiss her as her back hits the door, her hand is running up and down your back and around your hips. “missed you so fucking much.” you nibble her neck and she moans.

“i missed you, this. i need you right now” her hands go up your shirt and she sounds needy as fuck, grinding poorly on your hips. your hands find her stomach. “it's been too fucking long.”

you can feel your clit throb as she talks to you. you suck her earlobe and she grinds even more.

“so eager…” she pinches your nipple when you tease her, you whine out and she kisses you again.

“take this off, babe.” she says, tugging your shirt and you do what she tells you to. she goes in on your tits immediately. “yeah? you like that?” she asks as she nibbles the skin before sucking your nipple.

you moan and whimper holding her hair, she only stops when she feels your fingers tugging her belt.

“let me touch you.” you ask, she quickly unlatches her belt and you unzip her pants.

“i can't do this anymore…” she tilts her head back and you give her what she wants, tugging her jeans down.

you cup her pussy over her boxers and she moans, head hitting your shoulder.

“wet and warm, huh?” you whisper and she starts kissing you again. groping your tits with one hand and the other on your back.

your fingers ghost her slit, but you start caressing her inner thigh and hips, opening her legs. she grunts and starts trying to grind her pussy on your hand, which makes you press her hips against the door.

“stay still, now, alright? i'll get to it… promise.” you mumble, enjoying her body and how eager she was.

she nods, now grabbing your ass and thighs. you kiss her cheek and tug her panties to the side

“good girl” she grunts when your fingers run over her sticky slit. she was soaked in her slick.

you tease her clit and entrance with your fingertips, she moans and tried to grind against you.

“fuck, be quick with it.” she grunts and you frown. “please.” you slide two fingers into her pussy when she pleads. she gasps and grips your hair, taking your lips in a sloppy kiss.

she grinds her clit against your hand as you thrust your fingers in and out at the perfect pace she never stopped thinking about.

“more.” she moans between kisses.

“more what?” you start rubbing her clit with your other hand. “this?” she moans and nods.

“yeah… thanks.” you chuckle as she thanks you, kissing her neck again.

you look up at her eyes closed and cheeks flushed pink, her hands moving from your back to your shoulders. you speed up as you look at her.

you get the vision you wanted, her closed eyes squint, broken pants leave her open lips… you moan at the sight and the feeling of her wet pussy clenching around your fingers and her legs shaking, threatening to close around your hand.

“oh… you feel so good ellie, fuck.” you pinch her clit and she moans louder “yeah, keep those legs open for me.”

she cries out as she nods, her pussy clenching hard when you moan seeing her cry.

“please i'm so close.” she grunts through gritted teeth. “don't stop.”

“relax, you're so tight…” her stomach tenses and she relaxes and you reach deeper. “god…” you moan.

she moans non stop and her legs shake even more as she cums all over your fingers. you fuck her slowly as she comes down from her orgasm, hand leaving her clit.

you're both panting and she holds you by your back as you take your fingers out of her pussy only to look down and see her creamy cum on your fingertips and around her entrance. your pussy throbs at the sight.

you weakly get on your knees, sucking her cum off your fingers to lick the cum on her pussy. she grips your shoulders.

“you're so good to me.” she mumbles as you get up, tugging her boxers and pants up.

[nadvs]

basketball player!rafe just seems like the "i don't wanna get married but i want to be a father" guy bc of his commitment issues jsjsjsj imagine they've been in a relationship for 5-7 years and had a baby already but rafe hasn't proposed yet, do you think reader would be comfortable in that kind of set up?

YOU’RE SO RIGHT 🙂‍↕️

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YES 100% he genuinely wants to be a dad, but a husband? that freaks him the fuck out. a kid is a big commitment, but he’s ready for it because he knows as long as he does a good job, that child will love him. as it turns out, he knows both children will love him, because they learn she’s having twins.

but a woman can wake up one day and decide she doesn’t want to be with him anymore. a ring and a piece of paper don’t give him any comfort. and he never saw a good example of a marriage.

neither did she, so she’s okay with it. after all, even in their college days, their friends said they acted married. she doesn’t need the title. she hears comments about it, people judging him for not asking and judging her for staying. but she’s happy with things being like this. maybe she’ll want marriage eventually. but not now.

a few years later, he gets a bad injury on the court. potentially career-ending. and his girl does not leave his side. he’s in constant pain and is the worst version of himself. rude, abrupt, distant. she still sticks with him.

one night, while he’s bedridden, he overhears her telling the kids that their dad is sick and not himself right now, but he’ll get better and he still loves them very much. he doesn’t know what he did to deserve her. and throughout his healing period, it gives him time to reflect, and he realizes part of him worries she’s only still with him for the kids.

he gets better. he overcomes it. and he gets back out on the court. he’s not as risk-taking of a player as he once was, but still a damn good one. the night of his first game back, he’s lying in bed with her and he asks her what she would have done if his injury happened and they never had kids. she confidently says nothing would be different.

he buys a ring soon after. they’ve been together for six years, the twins four years old, when he proposes.

she doesn’t see it coming. and he feels like an idiot for waiting for so long. he realizes he didn’t have to wait for her to prove herself. none of it was on her. deep down, he needed to prove to himself that he wasn’t a coward. that he could commit on this level and have the confidence and faith that she would love him enough to commit, too.

she doesn’t have to think about it. the yes is instant.

[sarosfilms]

sleepovers part two

christopher sturniolo x fab! reader

˚ · . summary best friends! y/n and chris cute moments, but there’s a twist at the end.

˚ · . content fluff, slight angst, bad writing :/

˚ · . word count 2876

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you can read part one here

Chris waited for the right moment to tell you he liked you. But he was also terrified of doing so. His commitment issues of being in a relationship are in the way again. Fortunately, that didn’t stop the two of you from acting like a couple. Which was very obvious to everyone else.

one

You and Chris had decided to stay inside for most of the day. Mostly because it had started pouring rain, but also because Matt and Nick had decided to go to target without the two of you. They didn’t want to disturb their brother and their best friend’s slumber. 

“I really think those two will be together by the end of the week,” Nick spoke quietly as he and Matt climbed in the car.

“Wanna bet?” Matt challenged his brother. “$10”

Nick contemplated, sighing, “fine.” 

Meanwhile you and Chris were still fast asleep tangled up in each other.  You were the first one to wake up. You ended up scrolling on your phone for a while, admiring random instagram models, mindlessly scrolling on tiktok and liking a few edits of the triplets. Of course, you would never tell Chris you have a whole collection of edits just of him.

You heard shuffling behind you, a slight grumble of noises before you felt the bed shift. His arm wrapped around your torso. “What are you doing?” Chris mumbled, sleep still heavy in his voice.

You set your phone down, moving to flip yourself to face him. “Waiting for you to wake up, doofus,” you giggled. It only took Chris about thirty minutes to stir awake as your phone was buzzing with random tiktoks.

“I’m hungry,” he pouted.

“Well go to the kitchen, kiddo.”

“Only if you go with me,” he smiled at you.

You shook your head, laughing, “fine.”

The two of you entered the kitchen. Chris immediately went to the fridge, grabbing a pepsi. You had grabbed a box of pancake mix and a few ingredients to make them. “Chris, I’m making pancakes, I don't care what you say,” you spoke up, grabbing a pan and a mixing bowl. He hummed in response. He grabbed his phone and sat in his chair at the table. You glanced over at him every now and then while you silently finished up the pancakes. You laughed quietly to yourself as you realized it was noon and you were making breakfast.

Approaching Chris with the freshly made pancakes, you put yours and his plate down, sitting beside him. You both ended up making small talk about a few things going on in both of your lives, not that there was much considering you do this everyday. But today felt odd, you could tell these past few days Chris had something on his mind, you just couldn’t piece it together. “Y/n, I’ve been meaning to say something to you,” he spoke up after a few minutes of silence. You nodded at him, encouraging him to continue. “I don’t really know how to put this-”

There was a slam from the garage door downstairs. “Fuck,” you heard Chris mutter before standing up to put his dish in the sink. You observed him, curious what he wanted to say, but before you could say anything Matt and Nick walked up the steps and saw the two of you.

“Y/n!” Nick beamed, excited to see his best friend awake. You heard Chris sigh in the background as Nick walked over to show you what he had bought. You decided to let go of the topic beforehand and engage with Nick’s ranting, nodding every few times. 

two

You two had slept together once again. His arm loosely wrapped around your waist as he was cuddled up behind you. The only thing he wore were his black boxers. You had ended up wearing a cute pajama set that included shorts (maybe a little too small, but Chris didn’t mind… he actually loved it) and a tank top. The night before was pretty rough for you, considering you felt your mental health deteriorating. The only thing on your mind was sleep. You entered Chris’ room before he did, as he was still watching a movie with his brothers upstairs. You had said your goodnights and nodded at Chris as he looked at you, as if he was asking if you would be in his room or not. You quickly finished getting ready before slipping into the bed. Chris had entered the room, grinning softly at your figure as he shuffled beside you and closing his eyes, letting sleep engulf him.

The door slightly opened as Nick had come down to wake the two of you up. He was greeted with two figures sleeping peacefully as a spot of sunlight attempted to peek into the room. Chris had shuffled in his slumber a few too many times and somehow ended up fully entrapping you in his arms. Nick shook his head before speaking, “Kids, it’s time to get up.”

You heard Chris hum behind you, his hold on your waist tightening.

“Mmm,” you heard Chris mumble. You had slightly moved your head, barely opening your eyes. Meeting Nick’s as he shook his head at you two. Your lips parted, a toothy grin meeting the older triplet. Your eyes fell onto him, shrugging as the two of you heard Chris whine behind you. Nick ended up leaving the two of you in bed, assuming you’d get out of bed and come upstairs soon. You flopped onto your back, Chris mumbling something under his breath. “Did you sleep okay?” you heard him from beside you. You looked over at his figure, laying on his stomach with his arms under the pillow. His bare back in view. You smiled at him, nodding, reaching out and moving his fluffy hair out of his face.

“Did you?” you asked him. He nodded, his face smushed into the pillow. You giggled, before removing the sheets off of you. The cold air hitting your skin as you shuffled out of bed. Unbeknownst to you, Chris smiled at your figure while you shuffled through a few of the clothes you had in his closet. He decided to stand up and walk over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His chin resting on your shoulder, you could feel his breath hitting your neck softly. “Hi,” you breathed. He hummed in acknowledgement, deciding not to speak. You sighed, not ready to take on the day. 

“Hey, we can just take it slow today,” he hummed from behind you. He knew you have been struggling recently. Only a couple days ago, he arrived at your apartment only to notice how untidy it was. The kitchen sink was overflowing with dishes, your bedroom had a bunch of clothes on the floor and your laundry basket was overflowing even more. His heart ached, knowing this happened many times before, but he knew this time. This time he was there to help you pick up the pieces. You tried to shut him out, to not let anyone see you like this. But he forced his way into your life when this happened. And everytime you got out of the rut, you appreciated Chris even more. He helped you, asking if you wanted to sleep over at their house for a few days. A few days turned into a whole week. While you were asleep one morning, Chris woke up early just to arrive at your apartment and cleaned it without you knowing. He knew you wouldn’t have any motivation to do it, so he did it for you, without you having to ask. He came back that morning, grinning at your sleeping figure. He knew the past few nights were restless and his heart ached every time he saw your figure. You spent the past few days zoned out, no emotions spread on your face like it normally did. You’d cry yourself to sleep if you had it in you.

You felt Chris’ hands move up your arms, in a comforting motion, bringing you back to reality. You sighed heavily, “okay.” 

three

The two of you had agreed to go to a tarayummy party, along with Nick. You were in the midst of a conversation with Tara, Chris had decided to stay near you, considering he knew how nervous you got at parties like this. Matt had stayed at home, reasonably. 

Chris stood behind you, his arms engulfing your neck. Both arms wrapped around your shoulders and intertwined together in front of your neck, resting loosely. Your hands instinctively reached up to loosely hold his arms. You glanced behind you, smiling at the action. Tara approached the three of you, as Nick stood idly by you and Chris. “Hey guys!” she happily remarked. You smiled at her.

“Hey girl,” Chris shouted over the music. “Enjoying the party?” He asked, smirking at the girl’s figure holding a glass of some type of alcohol. You giggled at the sight, grabbing the glass from the girl, examining it. You motioned at the girl asking if you could have a sip. Tara nodded, giggling and smirking. “Holy fuck, what even is this?” You shouted, handing the girl back her glass, coughing slightly. “I don’t even know, Jake gave it to me,” she shrugged. You nodded, swallowing the thick liquor. You felt a hand at your side, looking back and remembering that Chris stood behind you. His hand now squeezes your waist, comforting you as you swallow the liquor.

You heard Nick yelling something to Tara, something about how many people were actually here or something. “You okay?” Chris spoke up, looking at you still grimacing at the liquid you just swallowed. All you did was nod, but your face said otherwise. A look of disgust still written all over. “God, never let me drink from Tara ever again,” you laughed. He smirked at your reaction. “Here, have some of this,” he handed you his cup of pepsi. You grabbed the cup, sipping the liquid. “Oh god, I think I might throw up,” you held up your hand to your mouth, covering it before anything could come out. Chris laughed at your outburst, but concern was still etched all over his face. You looked at him, a smile across your face as you swallowed.

four

Another party of Tara’s and you came to the party with all three of the boys this time. Matt felt up to the party, surprisingly. The four of you walked through the doorway, seeing Tara in her natural habitat. She had on a sparkly silver dress, one that you’ve definitely seen her wear before. You glanced down at your outfit, a nicely-fitted black dress that hugged all the right curves on your body. You tilted your head up, immediately making eye contact with Chris.

“You look amazing, Y/n,” he smiled at you. “Thank you,” your cheeks flushed, nervously shifting your weight. Tonight felt different. You felt something change between you and Chris, as if Chris had something to say. Something just felt different and you didn’t know how to react to it. Pushing the thought to the side, you walked over to Tara, leaving Chris with his brothers, who was downing two shots in one go. 

“Hey girl, what are we drinking tonight?” You asked her, looking at the shot glasses. “Vodka for tonight,” she beamed at you. You felt a figure come up behind you, assuming it was Chris, you turned around, smiling. But you come face to face with a blonde haired guy. His arms were buff and his chest was close to your face. 

“Oh, um, hi,” you spoke quietly, but loudly enough for him to hear over the music blasting in the background.

“Hey, pretty girl, did you come here alone?” He smirked, shifting his body closer to yours. “Uh no, I didn’t-”

“Wanna dance?” He asked, shouting over the music. Your mind thought of Chris but you pushed it aside once you glanced at him with his brothers. Tara had already left the two of you as she had rounds of people to greet. You nodded, shrugging as you thought nothing of it. You quickly downed the shot that Tara gave you before placing the shot glass down on the table and following the guy to the dance floor. Unbeknownst to you, Chris watched intently at the interaction between you and this random guy he’s never seen before. Chris’ jaw clenched as he watched the guy grab your waist as you danced in front of him. He didn’t know why he began feeling like this. You weren’t even his girlfriend, but he couldn’t imagine you being with anyone else. Almost as if his need for you accelerated beyond belief,  he stood up from the booth he sat in with his brothers and a few friends. Their gaze immediately fell on his figure, rage radiating off of him.

“Woah, Chris, are you okay?” Nick spoke up as he exchanged looks at Matt.

“Fine,” he clenched his teeth, seething with rage. Before either one of his brothers could say anything, Chris was already stomping past the bodies at the party, his gaze falling on the two of you. The guy barely realized what was happening before he was being shoved to the side. “What the fuck?” You yelled at Chris, seeing his chest heaving up and down. You could tell something was wrong.

“Fuck off,” he shoved the guy away from you. You watched, eyes widening at his outburst.

“Chris, what the fuck is wrong with you?” You shouted. All you heard was a huff escape his lips, before he grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the man. You shot an apologetic look at the boy before you were no longer able to see him. Chris had taken you outside on the patio where a few people were. Most of them looked like they had a drink in hand or a blunt. You shook your head at the sight but were quickly brought back to reality when Chris smashed his lips on yours. Almost possessively, he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. Your lips molded with his, the passion radiating off his lips heavily. You pulled away quickly, a look of confusion etched on your face.

“What was that?” you asked.

He looked at you, “I like you, y/n.”

You stared at him in disbelief.

“I’m serious. Like I really like you. So much. I can’t get you off my mind. I want to wake up next to you every morning and go to sleep lying next to you in my bed every night. I want to be able to call you mine, y/n. I love you, y/n. I love you so much, it consumes me everyday. I know I’ve said I don’t think I could ever find a girlfriend or a girl in general that could sweep me off my feet. But I did. I found you and you’re not just my best friend. I love you, y/n. ”

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, unable to form words. He watched you with unease, unable to read your expression. Your shoulders dropped, your eyes softening as you reached your hand up to his cheek, caressing it, before leaning up and colliding your lips once again.

“I love you, too, Chris.”

The two of you spent the rest of the party side by side. A newfound love radiating off of you both. Nick and Matt both questioned you when Chris dragged you back inside, hand in hand. But something was off.

“Um, did we like, miss something?” Nick piped up. Chris spent a few minutes explaining, but his hands never left your waist. 

“I fucking knew it, Matt give it to me,” Nick motioned his hand out to Matt’s. Matt huffed before grabbing his wallet out of his pocket and pulling out a ten dollar bill.

“Did you guys bet on this?” you spoke up. They both nodded, smiling cheekily.

“You bastards!” you gasped, but you couldn’t help but smile. 

bonus

It was the morning after Tarayummy’s party. Chris had spent all night showing his love to you. The two of you spoke about everything, from how scared Chris was about commitment to how lucky you were to have him. You both declared your love for each other that night.

The birds were chirping softly in the background. You felt a weight behind you shift, Chris mumbling something under his tongue as his eyes fluttered open. You shifted yourself to turn around facing him.

“Hi,” you spoke softly, a smile across your face. You watched as his lips turned upwards, his gaze falling on your face.

“Hi,” he grumbled, his morning voice evident. You felt his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his figure. You giggled, before speaking up.“How did you sleep?” All you heard was a hum before he smothered his face in your neck. Chris couldn’t help but inhale your familiar scent. His arm tightening around your waist. You felt his lips on your neck, placing soft kisses all over. You hummed, content with this gesture. You could wake up to this every morning.

tags ⋆ @recklessmatt @scvrllet @l34n @slutforsturniolos @flouvela @mattitvdes @certifiedstarrr @aesthetixhoe @chrissturnsss @bambi-slxt @slaytheday12

© sarosfilms | princekooks

[deathmetalangel]

HARDLY SEEMS FAIR

robby keene x fem! reader

warnings: "casual" relationship", swearing, arguments, crying, heavily ldr coded, implied hookups, slut shaming, cheating, angsty

“in what world is that fair robby?"

oke so this is kinda a retconnned chapter from my wattpad book that i'm just extending and making more ambigious instead of clearly x oc. i hope y'all like it tho. i am sorry i have been gone for so long :(

Y/n plays with the ends of Robby's hair. He was laying with his head in her lap while they just relaxed in her room. It was calm, domestic. A small and very rare moment for just the two of them. No outside force would intrude and break their safe haven. There was no what if's that lingered in the air. Nor past resentments that hung over them like an ominous cloud determined to damper their moods. 

It was just Y/n and Robby. And that's all they'll ever be. No labels. She figured that much after the last time she'd brought it up. But she's become so full of him she can't even bring herself to care. She'd rather have what they have now, whatever it may be with him. Rather than risking losing him, and the routine she's started to build around him. 

She hums softly. Her mind far off. "Y/n?" She hymns in acknowledgement without turning her head. "Something happened this weekend."

He was lying. This had been going on for weeks. He had been having doubts for weeks. He'd been seeing her for weeks. "What happened? Another karate fight?" She wasn't the girl who got heartbroken. She was never the second choice. She got what she wanted. And she wanted him, however she could have him.

"I kissed Sam Larusso."

Y/n freezes. Her body betraying her as she tenses up. She has no right, she knows that. They were 'casual'. Just her and Robby. Non-commital.

"I mean big deal right? We were drunk anyways. Just felt bad not telling you. I know were not dating so it's really not your business, but don't worry about it. I mean we've fucked so often what does a kiss even mean?"

A kiss. To her it meant everything. An act of intimacy that they rarley ever shared. So innocent, so pure.

"Get out of my room Robby." Y/n mumbles, her voice above a whisper. The teen sits up from her lap and looks at her incredalously. He was only telling her to keep her in the loop. She didnt have the right to be mad. So why was she making a big deal about this?

"What?"

"You heard me. Get the fuck out of my room Keene."

He furrows his brows in a toxic coctail of anger and confusion. "Why? You can't get pissed at me for this Y/n. We aren't fucking dating. Don't get all aggro on me like you're some psycho girlfriend when you're a friend with benefits at best."

Y/n stands up and pushes the boy out of her room. "Get the fuck out of here Robby! If it didn't mean anything why don't you go fuck her then? Go whine about your mommy issues and daddy issues to her and leave me the hell alone."

"You have some nerve you know that right? Don't act all high and mighty now. You're a whore. Why the hell would I ever actually take you seriously when I can get everything I want without the label or work. You're easy, I could never do that shit with Sam."

Her breath was stuck in her throat as the boy she truly thought cared began to berate her as if she was a random person on the street. The boy she suffered for. The boy that was really never her's to keep. Y/n forces herself to wipe her anrgy tears and push Robby once again.

Y/n's hands were shaky, she desprately wanted to cry. To scream. To give in and give him the satisfaction of getting to her. "Oh so you can come over whenever you want, make me listen to your shitty life, and basically force yourself into my own life, but all that means nothing right? Well guess what Kenne. You kissed her, and she still doesn't want you!" She presses her finger into his chest while her voice level rises. "That same girl is still with Miguel. So just because you wanna jump ship and 'upgrade' doesn't mean she wants anything to do with you. Face it babe, you're just white trash."

"Shut the fuck up Y/n." Robby practically spits back.

"Oh, so you can disrespect me and belittle me in my own fucking room, but when its you its a problem? Grow up Robby. You're a man baby and a hypocrite. In what world is that fair Robby? Maybe in your little made up fantasy where Sam picks you and you leave me for dead. So go stay there. Cause you're sure as hell not welcome here."

Y/n throws everything he's given her at him. Every last peice a memory they shared together. Posters, drawings, braclets, anything that adorned her room. All of it thrown to him and crashing down like victims of a violent storm. Tears streamed down her face as he backed up to her door.

She opens the door for him and grabs his sweater and keys before shoving it in his chest. The boy watches her dumbfounded.

"Stay away from me Robby. Go back to some other slut that can put up with your baggage and shitty attitude for one night stand status. Because I'm done."

He looks at her, but there wasn't the girl he knew looking back at him. Not with how she glared, not with how she stood, and not with how she felt. Her eyes, the e/c irises reflected love, now they were dark. Harbors for her contempt. The grimace on her face was unforgettable. Especially as the last thing he seen before she slammed her door on his face.

Robby swallows the spit in his mouth, a hard lump of guilt not wanting to go down. He didn't think any of this would happen. He wanted her to care, but he didn't want to fight. His temper, his father's god forsaken temper, and his own damned ego.

He wanted what he had with her, with Sam. The girl next door with a rich family and big house. Like something out of a book. Not the girl that did whatever he said for the sake of making him happy. He really did want to just abandon her, didn't he? After everything.

Choking back his frustrations the boy marches down her stairs and lets himself out. He liked what he had with her, but he wouldn't fight for her. Guys only did that for the girl they want.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Relationship List With Logan Howlett

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's a bit rough around the edges, but he does have a soft spot for the people he cares about. He shows affection through protecting you, looking out for your well-being, and giving you tough love. He also tends to gruffly express his gratitude and concern, like "Don't do that again, ya moron" or "You alright there, Bub?"

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

The relationship might start off a bit rocky. Logan is a loner and doesn't trust easily, especially when it comes to getting close to someone. He's been hurt in the past and has a hard time opening up, so it might take some time for him to warm up to you. He could initially come off as gruff and standoffish, but if you're persistent and show that you're not intimidated by his tough exterior, he may begin to lower his defenses and slowly let you in.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Logan is not immune to physical affection, despite his tough demeanor. Though he might not initiate it, he secretly enjoys cuddles, especially after a long day of battles and adventures. His cuddles tend to be clingy, almost possessive like he's trying to hold onto something that he fears might slip away. He usually wraps his strong arms around you in a protective embrace, keeping you close to his chest, and might even bury his face in your hair.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Despite his rough exterior and nomadic lifestyle, deep down, Logan has a longing for stability and a place to call home. He might not admit it aloud, but having a partner who wants to settle down with him could mean the world to him.

As for domestic skills, Logan's not a master chef, but he's no slouch in the kitchen. He can whip up a decent meal when he needs to, although it's likely to be more on the hearty side.

As for cleaning, he's probably not the tidiest person around, but he'd do his best to keep a place somewhat organized.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Logan had to break up with you, he'd likely be brutally honest about it. He's not one for sugarcoating things, and he'd want it to be clear why he's ending the relationship. However, underneath that tough exterior, there'd be a hint of sadness and maybe a twinge of regret. He'd make sure to tell you why it's not working out, and he may even offer an awkward hug if he's feeling particularly emotional. But ultimately, he'd want a clean break.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Despite his rugged exterior, Logan harbors a deep secret desire for commitment and stability. He may outwardly act gruff and uninterested in the idea of a serious relationship, but inside, he yearns for someone to share his life with.

When it comes to marriage, Logan might initially resist the idea due to his trust issues and fear of losing another loved one. However, if he finds the right partner and falls deeply in love, he could become surprisingly eager to get married though it would take him some time to wanna act on it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite his rough exterior, Logan can be surprisingly gentle, especially when it matters most. Physically, he's strong enough to break a tree in two, but he'd be extraordinarily careful with his partner, making sure not to hurt you. Emotionally, he often struggles to express his feelings openly, but he genuinely cares and worries about your well-being. He's likely to show concern and gentleness through actions rather than words. So while he may not always be verbally reassuring, he'll express his care by being there for you, listening, and offering silent comfort.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

While he'd never admit it, Logan secretly loves hugs. Hugs are a rare display of physical affection for him, and he tends to be somewhat awkward about it, trying to balance his tough exterior with his desire for closeness. He might give you a brief, tight embrace, patting you awkwardly on the back before quickly pulling away. He's not used to being open with his emotions, so his hugs might be short and sometimes a bit stiff, but beneath that gruff exterior, there's a hint of tenderness and vulnerability.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It would likely take some time for Logan to say "I love you." He's not the type to easily express his feelings, especially ones as intense as love. Given his past traumas and trust issues, he might struggle with opening up emotionally. He'd likely show his love through actions before he'd verbally express it. He'd want to make sure that the relationship is solid and trust is established before confessing his love. When he does say it, it's likely to come out in a gruff, somewhat reluctant manner, hinting at the depth of emotion beneath his tough exterior.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Logan can be pretty possessive, especially when it comes to people he cares about. If he senses someone showing interest in you, his jealousy may rear its ugly head, and he'd likely become rather protective, even a bit possessive. He'd be extra vigilant, monitoring their interactions and keeping a watchful eye. However, if the jealousy got too intense, he might confront the person directly, challenging them with a sharp glance or a warning growl. As for how he'd treat you, he'd probably be a little clingier than usual and might try to pull you closer, almost as if to make sure you're his.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Logan's kisses are intense and passionate, reflecting his strong and sometimes aggressive personality. He tends to be dominant, taking the lead and exploring your mouth with a confident authority. He often goes for the lips, claiming your mouth with a fierce, passionate kiss that might leave you breathless. However, he's not immune to softer, gentler kisses as well. He'd sometimes take it slow, pressing tender kisses along your jawline, down your neck, or anywhere he could reach as a way to show his vulnerability and affection.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Though he might not admit it aloud, Logan has a soft spot for kids. He tends to be a bit awkward and gruff at first, not quite sure how to act around them. But he's patient and surprisingly good at handling them. He's likely to be a bit protective, watching over them like a gruff guardian. He might tell them off if they do something foolish, but it'd be more out of care than anger. Deep down, he'd be a big softie for kids, even though he'd probably never directly admit it.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Logan are often a mix of gruffness and tenderness. He's not a morning person, and it takes him a while to fully wake up. He might grumble and grumble a bit as he gets up, but he can also be quite affectionate. He might pull you closer to his chest, burying his face in your hair, or press soft kisses on your forehead or neck. Once he's fully awake, he might make you a rough cup of coffee, or if he's particularly affectionate that morning, he might even attempt to make breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Logan are a mix of comfort and rough affection. He tends to be more relaxed in the evenings, and he often seeks physical contact and closeness. He might pull you against his side as you watch a movie, or he might hold you close as you fall asleep. He's likely to be a bit clingy, wrapping his arms around you almost protectively. As the night progresses, his touch might become more intimate and passionate, and he'll pull you even closer as if to keep you safe and all to himself.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Logan is a man of mystery. He tends to be guarded and private, revealing things about himself slowly and deliberately. He'll likely keep his past and personal details close to his chest for a while, only revealing bits and pieces when the time is right. It might take some time before he fully opens up, allowing you access to his feelings, past traumas, and innermost thoughts. He might offer glimpses of his vulnerability, but it's likely that he'd keep some things hidden, even as your relationship deepens.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Logan's a bit of a loose cannon, known for his quick temper and impulsive behavior. When he gets angry, it tends to flare up quickly and burn out almost as fast. He might snap at you or others and say things he doesn't mean, but his anger often dissipates as quickly as it emerges. However, his patience is thin, and he has a low threshold for frustration, especially when it comes to people he perceives as weak or foolish. If pushed too far, his temper can explode, but it's often a temporary show of anger.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Despite his gruff exterior, Logan has a mind like a steel trap. He tends to remember every little detail you mention, even if it's just a random tidbit of information you shared in passing. He may not always express it, but he quietly keeps track of things, making mental notes about your likes, dislikes, quirks, and preferences. He'd probably remember things you mentioned months ago and could even surprise you by bringing up something you thought he might not have remembered.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Logan's favorite moments in the relationship would likely be the quiet, intimate moments. The times when you're huddled together in the living room, sharing a rare moment of domestic normalcy. He'd probably cherish the rare times when you manage to lure a genuine smile out of him or the moments when he can feel your body curled against his, knowing that you're safe and close. He'd appreciate the small gestures of affection, like a subtle touch, a gentle kiss, or a whispered gesture of love. Deep down, he'd treasure the moments when he feels truly connected, safe, and understood.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Logan is extremely protective of those he cares about. He would not hesitate to put himself in harm's way to keep you safe. He'd instinctively be on high alert, constantly assessing potential threats, and he'd likely not allow you near any dangerous situations if he could help it. As for how he'd like to be protected, he might not admit it, but he'd secretly enjoy having someone who looks out for him as well, someone who worries about his safety and well-being. He values loyalty and would deeply appreciate having a partner who's willing to have his back.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Logan might not be the most romantic or extravagant when it comes to dates, but he tries his best. For special occasions like anniversaries, he'd likely put in some effort to plan something special, even if it's a bit rough around the edges. He might not be the best at gifts, but he'd thoughtfully choose something practical or meaningful, something that he knows you'd genuinely appreciate. In terms of everyday tasks, he often tends to do things by himself, being fiercely independent, but he'd be very supportive and willing to pitch in if you needed help.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Logan's a man of many bad habits. For one, he's blunt to the point of being tactless. He often doesn't filter his words, saying exactly what's on his mind, which can come across as harsh or insensitive. He's got a short fuse and a quick temper, often reacting impulsively and saying things he doesn't mean when angered. He's also prone to drinking a bit too much and has a tendency to brood and isolate himself when going through a rough patch.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

On the surface, Logan gives the impression of not caring about his looks. He often sports the rugged, unkempt look, with stubble on his face and casual, relaxed attire that's more about practicality than style. But deep down, he likely wants to appear ruggedly attractive, especially when it comes to you. He won't admit it, but he cares about how you perceive him, and he'd want to look good in your eyes. He likely wouldn't criticize your looks, but he might be secretly concerned about how you perceive his own appearance.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Logan would likely deny it outwardly, but on the inside, he might feel a sense of incompleteness without you. He tends to be gruff and self-sufficient, but deep down, he craves connection and needs someone who truly understands him. Having someone by his side, someone who accepts him for who he is, warts and all, would make him feel more whole than he can admit. He may not verbalize it, but the subtle way he holds onto you, the need to keep you close, would hint at that need to have you in his life to feel whole.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He has a secret fondness for a specific type of music – classic country. On rare occasions, when he's alone, he'll listen to old country songs and even sing along, channeling his inner Nashville star. He'll deny it adamantly if you ever catch him, but deep down, he has a soft spot for the twangy melodies and heartfelt lyrics.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He'd likely be annoyed by constant negativity or pessimism, and he'd have a tough time dealing with high-maintenance behavior. In general, he'd probably disapprove of people who are overly flashy, arrogant, or pretentious. He tends to value practicality, resilience, and authenticity over superficial qualities.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

When Logan falls asleep, he tends to revert back to his military training. One of his sleep habits is sleeping in a "safe position" – with his back against the wall, facing the door. In your presence, his sleep habits might soften a bit. He might unconsciously pull you closer or rest a protective arm around you as if wanting to shield you even in sleep. Despite his gruff exterior, he likely secretly enjoys the comfort of having someone by his side, even if he wouldn't verbally admit it.

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Hcs for the boys' toxic traits. Preferably arthur, javier, john, and charles, but other boys are welcome too! I'm curious to see what you'd say Dutch's toxic traist are, though they're pretty self explanatory 😭

I just love how you write sm sorreyyyy

Van Der Linde Gang's Toxic traits

(Arthur Morgan, Javier Escuella, John Marston, Charles Smith, Micah Bell, Dutch Van Der Linde, Sean Macguire, Kieran Duffy, Eagle Flies)

HAHAHA THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. I tried not to sugarcoat anything.

Arthur Morgan - He definitely has some trouble communicating. Not to say he never will communicate with you but it'll be long in between and after it's been plaguing him for a milenium. As we've seen, this man is capable of having deep, well thought out conversations. He'd also be pretty prideful to some degree. Mostly depends what point in time you start dating, later in game he'd be able to see past his pride. Also, I feel like if you were dating a major point of contention in your relationship would be questioning whether it's time to move on from this life.

Javier Escuella - WAY too jealous. I don't even mean it in a cute way but in a way that would genuinely cause several arguments between you two. "Why were you looking at him that way?" "That sounded like you were flirting with him" "Why do you spend so much time around the other guys?" Would also be around you 24/7. Someone would be incapable of having a conversation with you that doesn't include Javier. You two would also argue about Dutch's leadership skills.

John Marston - Oh my God this man is so indecisive. Doesn't know what he wants ever. In a modern setting you two would be sitting in the car, asking each other back and forth "what do you wanna eat?". And his commitment issues? Good lord. At some points in your relationship it'd probably feel like you guys aren't dating at all. You'd probably have to beg him to put some effort into the relationship to be honest.

Charles Smith - It's so hard to think of ANYTHING this man can do wrong but alas, I must. You probably wouldn't be his top priority at all times. Which isn't to say you should ALWAYS be at the top of his list, but sometimes it can result in your feelings being neglected over a situation that affects you. Only when the day reaches it's end will he consult you over something, which will have you feeling incredibly frustrated.

Micah Bell - This man is a walking red flag so let's not dance around his flaws. Incredibly prideful, will ignore your warnings over something just to get his way. Also probably lies to you A LOT. Can be way too rough with you in many aspects. Also this man embodies the word sleezy. Yuck.

Dutch Van Der Linde - Do I even need to say. So fucking stubborn. He also probably thinks he's intelectually superior to you. If you bring up a concern to him he'll probably use as many flowery and big words as possible to make himself appear smarter during the discussion than he actually is. And if you advise him to do anything he'll probably just ignore you, saying you don't know what you're talking about. All in all, thinks he's better than you. Also you're probably a trophy wife since Dutch views women as accessories to his success, if you can even call it success.

Sean Macguire - He doesn't take anything seriously. If you're trying to have a genuine discussion with him he'll play it down and make it seem less important or severe than it actually is. Don't even bother trying to emphasize how serious you are because he won't take that seriously either. It's only until he feels the consequences of his actions will he listen to you, which results in a frustrating cycle.

Kieran Duffy - Also very indecisive but in the way where he can't speak up for himself because he doesn't think it's important. Has such low self esteem, he also probably thinks his emotions are less important which results in a lot of miscommunication on his behalf. Sorta just let's you take the lead all the way, always let's you have your way, with no valuable input of his own. You have to shake his shoulders and beg for him to actually speak his mind.

Eagle Flies - He's probably so childish. Like, mommy issues CEO over here. Will probably seek for you to fulfill that role in his life. Has almost no control over his emotions and has trouble identifying them, and when he does indentify them, has absolutely no idea what to do with them in terms of expression. He will make various efforts to communicate with you but will struggle immensely. Being with him will probably be like teaching a man how to experience emotions in a healthy way. I could write an entire post dedicated to what I think his toxic traits are

More eagle flies ones

[mulletmitsuya]

Toman Groupchat

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, "homophobia", mentions of death

Desc:

Smiley: dude

Smiley: i mean, babe

Smiley: nah, i'm gonna stick with dude

Smiley: it's gonna take a while for me to be romantic cause lwky this is weird but we like each other so that's cool but also

Smiley: i never thought i'd date a dude

Mitsuya: you're making it weird

Smiley: but like, i'm less gay than other gay people

Mitsuya: not really

Smiley: no, no, it makes sense

Smiley: you're pretty, and girls are pretty

Smiley: so

Mitsuya: i have a penis

Mitsuya: and i'm a very obvious male

Mitsuya: but if this is how you cope, then sure

Mitsuya: besides. this isn't like, a serious relationship. we're goofing around

Smiley: yeah exactly

Smiley: don't fall in love with me or anything 😁

Mitsuya: you make it very hard to do so, so don't worry about that 🙂

Smiley: ouch, but fair

Smiley: do you wanna, yk

Smiley: wink wink

Smiley: 👉👌 👀

Mitsuya: ...what does that mean?

Smiley: ...are you pretending you don't know

Mitsuya: ?

Mitsuya: oh

Mitsuya: sex?

Mitsuya: dude, just say that

Mitsuya: you also forget that i'm less experienced than you

Smiley: you've been gay for longer though

Mitsuya: i've never dated anyone, Nahoya😐

Smiley: oh shit

Smiley: first name basis

Smiley: we're moving really fast

Smiley: i have commitment issues

Mitsuya: this is kind of funny. why are you tweaking

Smiley: being gay is weird

Mitsuya: you're bi

Smiley: doesn't change anything. liking men is gay🤢

Smiley: ...

Smiley: send nudes

Mitsuya: lol

Mitsuya: no

Smiley: c'mon 😏

Mitsuya: please don't use that emoji

Smiley: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

Mitsuya: dude

Smiley: ok fine

Smiley: come to my place tonight

Smiley: Angry's hanging out with Hakkai and the annoying ass duo

Smiley: they're both annoying duo's, actually

Mitsuya: there are a lot of annoying duo's here. but i assume you're talking about Mitchy and Chifuyu

Smiley: yeah yeah

Smiley: you coming?

Mitsuya: i'm a switch, by the way

Smiley: fuck that

Smiley: nothings going in my hole

Mitsuya: consider it

Smiley: no😐

Mitsuya: how is that fair

Smiley: i'm the man, of the relationship

Mitsuya: we're both men

Smiley: would you stop saying that

Smiley: ...am i being homophobic?

Mitsuya: yeah. i'm not surprised though

Mitsuya: i'll let you off for now. but i'm a switch, so i'll switch eventually 🥱

Mikey: so

Mikey: i'm not sure how you two haven't noticed that this is the groupchat

Mikey: but this is a heads up, cause things are getting 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

Baji: you fucking idiot

Baji: Mikey i'll kill you

Baji: why didn't you wait till Mitsuya sent the nudes 🤨??

Hakkai: if this isn't a prank i'm going to kill myself 🤣

Chifuyu: LMFAOOOOOOOOOO

Angry: i'm so sad

Angry: why did i have to find out like this

Angry: you said we'd tell each other everything, Smiley 😞

Draken: i thought sworn brothers share secrets but okay

Draken: this is the second time this has happened

Draken: never telling you anything about Emma again

Draken: i'm happy for you, but i'm pissed

Draken: also

Draken: Smiley? of all people

Draken: full offense

Angry: hey🙁

Angry: Smiley's great

Draken: that's a blatant lie

Draken: he's great to *you*

Angry: 😠

Mikey: so you guys are dating huh😋

Mikey: never would've expected the 2 of you, specifically

Mikey: this is so odd

Mikey: i can't even make fun of this. i'm just confused 😭

Baji: Mitsuya should sent the nudes. i need blackmail

Baji: send them

Mitsuya: are you stupid

Baji: we both know the answer to that question

Mikey: can you guys tell me how this came about

Draken: is Hakkai okay

Hakkai: no

Hakkai: just jokes🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hakkai: Taka-chan, i'm very happy for you 😍

Hakkai: i'm not heartbroken at all😭😭😭💔💔💔😭😭👌💔💔😭👌🫶

Hakkai: this is all okay

Mitsuya: are you okay? i'm confused

Draken: Hakkai's in love with you

Mikey: Ken-chin💀??

Mitsuya: yeah sure

Hakkai: DRAKEN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

Hakkai: that's simply not true😂

Hakkai: that's so absurd

Chifuyu: you are NOT helping your case

Draken: Mitsuya would be dumb, to NOT know

Baji: where's Smiley 💀

Baji: bullied so many people for being gay

Baji: whole times he's topping a twink

Mikey: could be bottoming

Mikey: Mitsuya's a switch, remember

Smiley: i didn't "bully" anyone 😁🖕

Smiley: i just didn't agree with your homosexual lifestyles

Smiley: and i happened to vocalize that 🙂‍↕️✊️

Smiley: freedom of speech

Draken: didn't you call Takemitchy the f slur

Smiley: no, but i should've

Baji: i call him that all the time

Baji: i can say it legally, though

Smiley: cause you are one

Angry: Smiley😠

Smiley: he is??

Baji: so are you

Smiley: what about it

Hakkai: i'll kill you with my bare hands

Hakkai: who said that, lol😂

Draken: you can't do that. we're texting

Draken: we saw the text

Mikey: please tell me how this happened

Mikey: i need to know in full detail

Smiley: i need to know your mom in full detail

Mikey: first of all, lame👎

Mikey: i guess being gay made you fall off in the humor department

Mikey: second of all

Mikey: my mother is DEAD. the only details she has are her skeleton. now answer my question

Draken: you really need to deal with that, dude

Mikey: no need

Mikey: WAIT

Mikey: is this when we dared you guys to kiss

Mikey: did a switch flip

Mikey: a connection

Mikey: a spark

Draken: man, poor Hakkai

Hakkai: what's your problem with me

Draken: i'm here to talk, man. this is rough

Smiley: you know what, so what if i fuck twinks

Mitsuya: we haven't had sex but okay

Mikey: please break up

Mikey: this is gonna fuck up the group dynamic 😭🙏

Draken: i agree

Angry: guys!

Hakkai: i also agree haha

Hakkai: i'm joking. as long as Taka-chan is happy

Hakkai: 😔🫶

Mitsuya: do we need to talk, Hakkai?

Hakkai: no

Smiley: you snooze you loose, Shiba😁

Hakkai: i see

Hakkai: do you realize i'm in your house

Hakkai: Angry and i are in his room

Smiley: i'm always up for a fight 😈

Mitsuya: no??

Mitsuya: what are you guys on about

Hakkai: Taka-chan, forgive me in advance

Angry: i'll cry 😥😓

Smiley: don't

Smiley: it's a friendly fight 😁

Mikey: is it okay if i come watch

Mikey: is that insensitive of me?

Mikey: idk why i asked, i'm gonna do it anyway 😇🤞

[devoted-horror]

May I request a reader that hides behind them when she is overwhelmed or doesn’t wanna deal with people ? For Charles’s lee ray , Vincent Sinclair , the doctors and trickster (seperetly) fluff plz

a/n: it's pretty short sadly but i hope u enjoy it!! <3 anyways have u guys seen jiwoon nd yunjin's upcoming halloween cosmetics.... guys..... guys im down bad for them i fear...

includes: charles lee ray, vincent sinclair, the doctor, and the trickster.

warnings: typical slasher and dbd warnings, mentions of murder, i think it's pretty much just fluff but there might be some undertones of darker stuff?? like very very vague undertones that you'll probably honestly miss but. just stating it, in case.

CHARLES LEE RAY

Charles would, in all honesty, probably tease you for hiding behind him of all people whenever you get overwhelmed. It wouldn't be malicious teasing or anything like that, though he definitely doesn't know when to stop.

In the beginning of your relationship, he probably won't say it, but he likes that you feel safe enough to hide behind him like this.

He'll definitely act annoyed every time you hide behind him, maybe even roll his eyes, but don't let this fool you because he's shielding you away from the rest of the world and keeping you hidden from anyone who may be around.

And if you hide behind him because there's someone around that you're trying to avoid or that you just flat out don't want to deal with at the moment, then trust that Charles will take care of it.

He's not going to immediately resort to murder, so you don't have to necessarily worry about that, but depending on who it is and how they treat you, then yeah.

They may die.

It's an act of romance from him, by the way.

Nothing says 'I love you' quite like killing anyone who inconveniences you in some sort of way. He is a serial killer, after all. How else is he supposed to be romantic?

In all seriousness though, Charles does try to make you feel at ease whenever you find yourself hiding behind him.

He'll crack a few jokes, tell random stories of the past crimes he's committed, anything that'll help you feel less overwhelmed.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent is the only one here who would truly understand why you hide behind him, I think. He knows what it's like to be overwhelmed, wanting to hide away from everyone. It's why he spends most of his time in the basement.

He would never judge you for this, like... at all. He actively encourages you to do it, if anything else, because he wants you to do whatever makes you comfortable.

If he can help you feel less overwhelmed, then he will. If somebody has been bothering you enough to make you feel this way, then trust that he will not hesitate to step in.

Tourist, Bo, Lester, it doesn't matter. You're his top priority more often than not these days.

Shit, he'll put himself in time out if he somehow contributes to making you feel this way. He'd feel genuinely awful if he made you feel overwhelmed, honestly.

When he's overwhelmed, he finds that absently drawing helps to calm him down. He knows that not everyone finds comfort in the same thing, but he'll definitely offer you a pencil and paper if he thinks it might help.

But if you'd rather just make yourself comfortable behind him, then he doesn't mind. He'll continue whatever he was doing with no issue.

Though... if he's in the middle of turning someone into a wax figure, he'd rather you not be around during that. And you obviously can't hide behind him when there are tourists in town, because like... obviously.

But other than that, you're free to use him as a little shield from the world whenever you need.

It makes his heart feel warm inside knowing you feel comfortable enough around him to go to him whenever you feel like this. It makes him feel like he's doing a good job at this whole dating thing.

THE DOCTOR

Herman is a bit of an enigma here because while I don't necessarily think he'd mind you hiding behind him like this whenever you're overwhelmed, he's also not the nicest person to know.

Lover or not, he isn't the type to be nice when it comes to words. He's a genius and views himself as better than everyone else, and you aren't an exception.

Personally, he's never felt overwhelmed. Like... never. He had everything he wanted growing up, and he truly never believes he's in the wrong, even if he is, so he's never had that sort of anxiety either. The only time he's ever felt anxious was when he knocked his classmate out for the first time, he thinks.

So, while he doesn't understand it on an emotional level, Herman does understand it on a scientific level. A part of him can't help but want to pick you apart and study your brain for somehow finding comfort in hiding behind him, but he doesn't.

Herman loves you. At least, he thinks this is love. A considerable amount of tolerance, if not.

This habit of yours is just one of the many things he's not sure he'll ever truly understand when it comes to you. It's... frustrating, just a bit. You're an enigma to him. An anomaly.

He's never been a big fan of anomalies. Yet here you are, hiding behind him as if he were someone who would protect you from harm.

He'd destroy the minds of the many for you, he thinks.

Being who he is, both before and after the fog, you're bound to be safe if you stick by him.

So, while Herman doesn't understand why you feel safe around him, or why he doesn't mind your behavior, he certainly isn't going to make you stop.

THE TRICKSTER

Jiwoon is... not really gonna understand why you hide behind him whenever you're overwhelmed. He thrives under attention, positive or negative, so he can't wrap his mind around how you get overwhelmed by it.

But he most thrives under your attention, so having you hide behind him every time you're overwhelmed or done with people in general really just... feeds into his ego.

So if this is before the fog, it's definitely not something you can do in public.

Jiwoon doesn't care, he really doesn't, but as an idol, dating is like... not really acceptable in the industry, and Yunjin would literally have his ass if he was caught being lovey-dovey with someone and it wasn't part of a publicity stunt of some sort.

He does understand what it's like not wanting to deal with people though, even if he does thrive under their attention. He literally killed a sasaeng because they were stalking him, so like...

I don't think he'd explicitly offer to kill someone for you if they put you in a state of being overwhelmed, mostly because he keeps his whole killer business a secret but, I mean, he would kill for you.

The moment he finds out who has you feeling so overwhelmed, be it by you telling him yourself or by other means, they will be dealt with.

And when the person who has been stressing you out so much lately is suddenly found murdered, Jiwoon is right there to help you deal with the overwhelming shock that may come with the situation.

Not long after the gruesome murder, The Trickster releases a love song with haunting background vocals. Fans and critics alike are trying to figure out who the mysterious voice is, but no dice.

No matter, fog or not, he will be a loving boyfriend and let you hide behind him however you please. Your attention, more often than not, is one of the only things that matter to him.

[uceyliyahh]

SOMETHING BOUT’ US

Summary: "I want you more than anything in my life." After being in a difficult relationship with Carmelo Yasmine decided to move on from him and become the next big thing while getting drafted on the smackdown roster she always thought she would never find love again due to her commitment issues until she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3327

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Yasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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2.

YASMINE Today was the day for the WWE draft. Honestly, I was fucking scared because I was more worried about Carmelo being on the same brand as me and all the drama that has been spiraling between him and me which the only people that knew were Trinity, Montez, Bianca, and Jonathan knew about.

Both Montez and Jonathan had blown my phone up, telling me that I should've listened to them. Then I wouldn't end up in this situation, but they will protect me if shit goes down.

I was in the catering area sitting down at the table eating my lunch while listening to some music so I wouldn't be in my head about all of this.

As I was doing that, I felt someone touch my shoulder, which made me jump. I turned around and saw Trick standing behind me, chuckling.

"Shit! Trick, you can't be doing that nigga" I said.

"My fault minks didn't mean to scare yo' ass." He said, chucking at me as I threw up the middle finger at him.

He sat down next to me at the table, munching away on his food as I continued doing the same thing. I haven't told him what Carmelo did. I don't think it would matter since Jonathan and Montez were already on that with him. There wouldn't be any point in Trick getting involved.

I was on my phone when I saw that Trinity sent me a text message probably about the draft that's happening tonight, which, like I said, I am shitting rocks right now.

IMESSAGE 💬 Trin🤭🫶🏽: Hey Babygirl! How are you holding up? Minnie🧃: I'm alright just eating right now with Trick ass 🙄 Trin🤭🫶🏽: PLEASE leave that man alone 😭😭 but are you nervous about the draft? Minnie🧃: yesss I am Trin like I pray that Carmelo doesn't get drafted on smackdown ion want no shit started between him and Montez Trin🤭🫶🏽: well ion' know about that Yasmine it might happen. Minnie🧃: STOP DONT SAY THAT BITCH! 🥲🥲 Trin🤭🫶🏽: what? I'm just saying Yasmine; just don't get your hopes up Minnie🧃: fineeee bro fineeee fuck man why does it have to be this way? 😟 Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yasmine it's going to get better I promise just focus on the draft tonight ight? Minnie🧃: ight then Trin Trin🤭🫶🏽: okay I hope I'll see you in smackdown byeee Minnie🧃: byeee

After texting Trinity, I saw Trick all over my phone, so I turned my phone off and gave him a stern look.

"Damn, nigga you all up in my conversation dawg." I said.

"What happened between you and Melo?" He questioned me.

'Shit, why did he have to be so fucking nosey all up in my damn phone? Now I gotta spill the tea.'

Rolling my eyes in the process, I avoided the question while getting up from the table, along with my plate, and walking towards the trash can to throw it away.

I felt his presence behind me as I continued walking away from him, trying to avoid him asking me this question like I wanted to answer it. I didn't want anyone else involved in this situation, especially not Trick.

I continued to fasten my pace, feeling Trick grab me by the arm as we looked at each other.

"Minks, c'mon, mane. You can't just leave me in the dark. What happened?" I could read his facial expressions; he seemed concerned. I sighed in defeat while yanking my arm away from him.

"He put his hands on me, Trick, okay? He fucking put his hands on me, your own best friend." I said, folding my arms over my chest.

His face went into complete shock. Hearing that from me, it almost seemed like he didn't believe me. I just sighed before walking away from him as he stopped me in my tracks. "Look, imma talk to him to see." I turned my head, looking at him in disbelief, like, is this nigga fucking serious?

"What's the point of talking to him for when I literally just told yo' ass—you know, fine, go ahead. If you're going to believe him, then that's my problem." I walked away from him and went towards my locker room, trying to calm myself down from crying at work.

I just needed to be alone for a minute to get myself together before this damn draft for tonight.

✧˚° I was heading towards the ring, finding my seat since the draft was about to begin. As I saw Carmelo and Trick talking to each other, I just rolled my eyes at them, sitting down in my seat and looking up at the screen.

I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my social media as my legs were crossed, seeing what everyone was posting on their stories and whatnot until I felt a presence that didn't need to be felt. When I looked up, I saw Carmelo gazing down at me with his arms folded.

"What? Melo?"

"So you just telling everyone I put my hands on you?" Carmelo said.

I scoffed his disbelief. I knew Trick wasn't going to believe me in the first place; I don't have time for the shit.

"Nigga you did put your fucking hands on me; why would I lie about that?" I said sternly.

"Because you're lying; all I did was choke you just to put you in your place." Oh, nah, this nigga had me fucked up now.

I stood up, pushing him in the process. I couldn't believe this fuck nigga bro sitting up there playing the fucking victim.

"You what? I don't have time for this shit with yo' ass Melo, so please get the fuck on." I sat back down in my chair, getting on my phone, watching him standing there with his hands on his hips.

I heard his footsteps walking away to his seat he was sitting next to Trick my eyes directly looked at Trick who made eye contact with me I gave him the middle finger while muttering "fuck you" in the process as the draft was about to start.

✧˚° "From the NXT roster smackdown chooses..Yasmine!!!"

When I heard my name, I couldn't help but smile. I saw everyone cheering for me, and Lash hugged me while I walked past them, seeing Shawn Michael's with a smackdown blue cap.

He hugged me, whispering in my ear how proud he was and that I hope I'll do big things on the blue brand. I gave him a faint smile, as my anxiety was creeping up on me, and I was worried that Carmelo might get drafted, too.

After I sat back down in my chair, feeling very anxious, I decided I didn't want him on the same brand as me because it would only make matters worse.

"Yasmine girl, you're with the big dawgs now." Lash said.

"Yeah, I know it's crazy," I said while looking at Carmelo, who was staring down at me.

We avoided eye contact with him as we continued to listen and watch the big screen to see who else was getting drafted.

I felt my phone buzz, and when I saw a text from Bianca, I pulled it out and texted her back.

IMESSAGE 💬 Breezy🫶🏽: omgggg girl are you with us fr? Minnie🧃: Yes ma'am I am officially drafted on blue brand 🤭🤭 Breezy🫶🏽: OMGGG YESSS I AM SO EXCITED I KNOW TRIN FINNA GO CRAZY Minnie🧃: Righht but I'm worried B Breezy🫶🏽: why? Is this about Melo ass bc if he does get drafted which I hope he doesn't he better watch his back Minnie🧃: speaking of him; him and trick talked about it and I knew I've shouldn't have told him but he kept pressing me Breezy🫶🏽: so what I am hearing is that he didn't believe you? 🙄🙄 Minnie🧃: yeah, basically and then Melo gonna come up to me saying that he only did it to put me in my place like what? Breezy🫶🏽: awh hell nah bro he's playing the victim card rn Minnie🧃: fasho he is I was finna whoop his ass I front of everyone Breezy🫶🏽: hollon I think they're announcing the next person to get drafted

"From the NXT roster smackdown chooses...Carmelo Hayes!!"

My face fell as I heard his name shouted out. I saw him stroll by us, flashing me a smile as my nervousness began to rise. As I went out, I informed Lash I was going to the toilet and then to my locker room.

I slammed the door closed behind me, locking it. As I sat on the couch, trying to calm myself down, it seemed as if my entire universe had been ripped apart by that.

Why did it have to be him? Out of all the humans, who selected his ass? I looked up at the TV and noticed his confident smirk with the blue brand cap on as he dapped up Trick.  I fucking hate Trick now, but it was my fault for telling him when I knew he wasn't going to trust me. I mean, I can't blame him; that's his boy.

Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine? Are you okay? Breezy🫶🏽: Text me back please so I can that you're okay?

I couldn't understand what she was messaging me since my anxiousness was hammering my ass right now.

Minnie🧃: B, it feels like my whole world his coming down Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine take long deep breaths do I need to send Montez? Minnie🧃:NO! don't okay? He's already worried about me enough Breezy🫶🏽: I understand but that's yo' brother he would do anything for you Yasmine Minnie🧃: I know I know B...I just can't fucking believe it. Breezy🫶🏽: me too like ugh...but don't worry we'll be here for you Minnie🧃: thank you B

After conversing with Bianca, I decided to stay in my locker room until then since I didn't want to see him again, especially with that fucking smile on his face, knowing he'd be on the same brand as me.

Without realizing it, if he does something wild, either Montez or Jonathan will beat him up; they are so protective of me it's not funny.

I heard a gentle knock on the door. I got up from the couch and almost opened the door, but I was scared to.

"Who's at the door?" I asked.

"It's me, Lash girl!" That voice didn't sound like Lash at all. When I opened the door, he was standing there.

He pushed me back, shutting the door behind him, locking it as he walked up towards me. I backed up, falling on the couch.

A/n: trigger warning contains rape ion want nobody to feel uncomfortable reading this so please and I mean please, skip this scene I'll keep it short I promise 😟

He was hammering me so hard that it made me cry; this man was insane.

He smacked me in the face after gripping me hard around the throat and gave me the most disgusting make out session ever.

"Yo' ass better take this shit, you bitch." He hissed while continuing to pound into my now abused cunt.

"You're hurting me! Get off of me Melo!" I shouted as he covered my mouth.

"You want them to hear us? I expect you to shut the fuck up then." I was crying softly while trying to fight him off of me.

This man was truly fucking nuts; he was doing this without my consent. I felt so powerless that I couldn't even push him off of me; he was more stronger than I was.

Sticking his tongue down my neck while rotating his hips and fiercely hitting my area, tears streamed down my face, and his grasp around my throat was so tight I couldn't breathe.

"Yeah, this is my pussy, you hear me? Yo' ass better not give it to nobody else but me." He slapped me in the face again, causing me to winched at the feeling.

"I fucking hate you...you piece of shit." I said, spitting in his face, and he didn't like that at all.

Grabbing a full load of my hair and assaulting my cervix, forcing me to yell yet again, I'm over here apologizing for it and begging him to stop.

But he didn't listen and continued to rape me in my own locker room, literally.

✧˚°

My body shook fiercely as I stared up at him, putting back on his clothes and mending himself, while he looked down at me, dejected and torn.

He smiled like a smug ass before leaving. "Remember you belong to me and only me." He shut the door, leaving me distressed as my worry gripped my ass. I was a weeping mess as I put on my clothing that he had taken off.

I couldn't stop sobbing. I didn't know who to tell since no one would believe me if I told that a WWE superstar named Carmelo Hayes had just raped his ex-girlfriend in her locker room; they'd think I was insane, so I'll keep it to myself.

After retouching my makeup, I decided to go early. I was able to sneak out before anybody could see me as I drove away from the garage.

My head was spiraling into a melancholy I didn't want to be in; all I wanted was to be happy, but after what occurred, I am now a victim of rape by someone I thought I loved but no longer do.

Now I'm just more broken than ever before he made me feel like this. I eventually arrived home, driving into the driveway as I stepped out of my car.

Opening the door and tossing my shoes someplace while hurrying upstairs to the bathroom, I fell to my knees and vomited into the toilet. I continued to heave up in the toilet until there was nothing left inside of me. I sat on my knees for a minute, tears streaming down my face, weeping silently. Why did this happen to me? I picked up my phone and phoned Trinity's number.

'Please pick up Trin it's urgent.'

OTP Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yo' Yasmine this is Jon Trin is in a match right now what's up?

'Fuck...what am I going to tell Jon?'

Minnie🧃: O-oh I didn't know...I can call back Jon Trin🤭🫶🏽: Yasmine? You don't sound okay did something happen? Minnie🧃: N-no I'm fine look I'll call back later on or tmr actually Trin🤭🫶🏽: nah fuck that what happened Yasmine Minnie🧃: it's nothing J-Jon I swear Trin🤭🫶🏽: stop playing with me Yasmine is about his ass again?

I hung up the phone so quickly that I didn't want to explain to anybody what had occurred to me. I got up from my knees and flushed the toilet as I proceeded towards my bedroom.

I removed my clothing and threw them somewhere so I could burn them later or whenever I wanted as I headed towards my bathroom and turned on the shower.

As I was doing that, I noticed my phone light up, indicating that Jon was calling, but I ignored it because if I had informed him that Carmelo had raped me, he would have been furious, so I now keep my distance from everyone.

Walking inside the shower, I felt the warm water contact my body, sighing in relief and closing my eyes. I had to keep this hidden from everyone, but I know Bianca or Trin will eventually find out.

I rested my head on the damp wall next to me, not understanding why I had to go through this. Why me? Why, oh why? It didn't make sense to me that every time I closed my eyes, I saw him all over me, doing things I never wanted him to do.

I suppose he's telling Trick how he hit it with me and we made stuff up, which I know how dumb Trick is in believing his lies.

I walked out of the shower, wrapped the towel over my entire body, and looked in the mirror, sure that everything would fall into place.

Seeing the marks on my neck it just made me feel disgusted in my body, I turned off the light inside the bathroom while walking out shutting the door behind me.

I sat down on my bed grabbing my phone and saw all of the missed phone calls from Jonathan and some from Bianca too probably Jon told her I was acting weird.

Breezy🫶🏽 sent 4+ messages

Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine? Jon called me and said that you were acting weird is everything okay? Breezy🫶🏽: I didn't see you on the rest of the show during the draft Breezy🫶🏽: did he do something to you Yasmine? Breezy🫶🏽: please text me back you know I'm here for you.

I didn't know how to feel at the moment it just felt like I was completely numb how was I supposed to tell her or trin about what he had done to me?

I didn't want to leave her or anyone else in the dark but I just couldn't tell.

IMESSAGE 💬 Minnie🧃: I'm fine B Breezy🫶🏽: are you sure? Minnie🧃: yeah, I just felt really tired after the show that's all Breezy🫶🏽: well that's not what Jon had told me when you called looking for Trinity seemed like something happened during that time. Minnie🧃: whatever he told you was a lie I'm fine B I promise Breezy🫶🏽: Yasmine I know you; you don't have to lie to me yk Minnie🧃: IM NOT LYING OKAY...I-I'm just...fuck Bianca...idkkk...

I started to have a mental breakdown again thinking about what Melo did to me he made me feel worthless.

Breezy🫶🏽: what's going on? Calm down talk to me what happened Minnie🧃: Melo...he... Breezy🫶🏽: what did he do Yasmine? talk to me I'm here we are all here for you. Minnie🧃: He fucking raped me Bianca....in my own locker room...he fucking raped me. Breezy🫶🏽: WHAT? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? NAH THATS IT IM TELLING MONTEZ TO COME GET YOU Minnie🧃: O-okay... Breezy🫶🏽: make sure take you let the people know that you're moving out pack all of your belongings okay? Minnie🧃: ight B see you then.

I put on some clothes and began packing all of my belongings I didn't feel safe anymore not even at the company I was with. While I was packing I grabbed my phone texting the person about taking me off the lease due to me moving out tonight hopefully they'll get back with me tomorrow so I can get my money back.

I continue to pack all of stuff making sure that I didn't leave anything else behind and just waited for Montez to come get me. Hopefully when I do go on the smackdown brand they'll protect me.

Fuck Trick maybe if I didn't tell him what happened between me and Melo I wouldn't be in this situation but I just had to run my mouth about it.

And I just knew that his dumbass wouldn't believe me but believe his own best friend such a fucking hypocrite. I heard the door knocking as I got up from the bed walking downstairs opening the door seeing Montez standing there along with Jon.

I couldn't help but to form tears in my eyes hugging them tightly while they did the same for me.

"It's okay little sis we are here for you now." Montez said.

"When we see him it's on sight." Jon said.

We pulled away from each other as I wiped my eyes taking deep breaths, Montez told me to wait in the car while they get my things out from the apartment.

As I was waiting in the car I just looked outside the window in the backseat just in my head wondering if things would've been different if me and him didn't get together.

Maybe I should've listened to them.

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A/n: I am soooo sorry for writing that scene I'm glad I kept it short I didn't want to continue to write that. But Carmelo is in a rude awakening when he gets to smackdown.

ALSO ANOTHER THING WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SAMI??? HE PISSED ME TF OFF SEEING HIM WITH SOLO ASS.

I hope yall enjoy the chapter, lmk in the comments.

Stay Ucey.

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Spy SWF Headcanons

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TW for SH in the U section

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A: Affection (How do they show affection? And how affectionate are they?)

Poor Spy can be iffy with affection. There are days he enjoys being able to cuddle up with his partner, and other times, he needs his space. It all really depends on how he's feeling that day. He'll usually let you know when he's having one of those "don't touch me" days. Also no PDA in front of the other mercs. If you guys were in a different area where no one knew you two, then he's a little more open to it. But only little things like hand holding, little kisses here and there, an arm around the waist, that sort of thing

B: Best Friend (What would they be like a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Good luck trying to befriend this guy. Lots of trust issues. Lots of commitment issues. Cause of his line of work, he can't just be going around befriending people, plus he's kinda an introvert. Finding comfort in being alone with some alcohol and a book. But once you do befriend him, you got yourself such a sassy queen. He's the perfect person to go to if you're looking for some juicy drama, fashion advice, or just someone to BS with. I can see him being such an unintentional mom friend too. Fussing over you while acting like he doesn't want to and has better things to do. He doesn't like showing people that he cares

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He does like a good cuddle, he really does, but remember,  there's times he just can't handle physical contact. He claims that he has to be the big spoon and how dare you wanna spoil him by being the big spoon. But with some determination and patience, you can get him to cave him and let you spoil him. It takes a while cause he's not used to being doted over like that. plz help him

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking & cleaning?)

Spy? Settling down? Such a preposterous thing! Okay, but like, he's never really let such thing come across his mind. He's like Medic in the sense where he's so dedicated to his work. It's all he's ever really known. I'm sure he's thought about settling down when he was actively with Scout's Ma. Cause think about it. He's got a baddie that loves him. He's got a son (and a bunch of step sons). But there's a reason why he wasn't there, there's a reason why he left. Imma get more into it later though.

But as for cooking and cleaning? He's def up there with Engie when it comes to who's the best cook. He just doesn't like having to cook. To go through all that work and mess, and only be made to share with everyone else. He'd rather just go to some fancy restaurant or wait for some merc to make dinner (depends on who's cooking). And he's definitely the cleanest one of all mercs. He can't stand messes. His bedroom and smoking room are in such perfect condition. The only way you can tell that someone was even in the room is from the perpetual smell of cigarettes and a bottle of alcohol/glass that's been moved

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Due to his commitment issues, it's very hard for Spy to be in a relationship. He's got too much trauma and baggage for anyone (and even himself at times) to handle. Sometimes, he does the right thing and tells the person that he can't do it anymore. Other times, he'll just up and leave, never to be seen again. Yeah, it's a real shitty thing to do, but it's what he feels he has to do. It's easier for him to just disappear and act like he never existed. He doesn't know how to cope with his issues and it shows

F: Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Yeaaah, no. Absolutely not. Never. Marriage is a line Spy doesn't have the strength to cross. Dating is one thing. Marriage is a whole other thing. He could believe he's with his soulmate and still woudn't be able to propose. The thought alone fills him with anxiety. If you wanna be with this man, you gotta understand that he ain't ever gonna pop the question. Not even as an old man on his death bed. The most he can do is get you a pretty ring and let you say that he's your husband, but even that can be a little too muc

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Spy is a lot more gentle than you think. More so physically than emotionally though. He will love all over you as much as you want. Emotionally, it can be tough. He's a good person to vent your worries to. He does give some real good advice. But if you ever want him to let his walls down and open up, that's gonna be something that would take YEARS to do. He can let little bits of info out, but nothing too big. He's trying though. It's easier for him to hold you and let you spill your worries out to him

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs are only in private or if he's trying to show that he's better than the person who's trying to win your affections over. His hugs aren't the best? Like, it's basically hugging a chain-smoking skeleton in a suit. I'm also gonna go on a limb and say that he's perpetually cold (cause he ain't got no meat or fat on them bones, ya know) so he'd use hugging you as a way to warm up. You wouldn't let this poor old man freeze to death, would you? Also, homie's got some of the NICEST cologne ever. So yeah, while he's got that constant cigarette smell to him, he also smells divine? I dunno. He's weird like that

I: I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

Ain't no way in hell this man is saying I love you first. And yet at the same time when you say I love you for the first time, he might cry. Spy might think he's some bad boy who pulls bitches like no other, but deep down, he's just a boy who's been through hell his whole life, never was able to cope with it in a healthy way which led him to down a rabbit hole of essentially made everything worse (I'm trying to not derail this entire post, plz help, I'm struggling) But he will say it. It'll take a while, but it's worth it when he says it. God, he could probably write a whole ass novel on why he loves you

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I wouldn't say that Spy is a jealous person, more so he just likes being able to woo/seduce you in front of the person who's trying to flirt with you. It fuels his ego. He knows he's better than that pathetic excuse of a person that thinks they could ever be on his level. It's one of those times he gets to be so smug and prideful

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh boy oh boy, does this man know how to kiss. He's got the experience,  he's got the skill, he can easily make one little peck on the lips turn to a full make out session. He will leave you breathless. He will leave you wanting more. And he won't stop til he's satisfied,  gosh darn it! And I know you ain't gonna stop it. I know that you want this Frenchy, disgusting. (I'm kidding, plz, I luv u, don't leave yet)

L: Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Now Spy has never really been much of a kid person. Like, he can tolerate kids, but only for so long before he needs to leave the room to recoup from how chaotic kids can be. Now, I'm sure that when Scout's Ma told Spy she was pregnant, he was over the moon with how happy and exciting this news was. And I bet he cried when he held Scout for the first time. I bet you he still has baby pics of Scout hidden in his room he looks at when life isn't going well. But remember, there's a reason why he left. And as he got older, dealing with kids became more of a chore to deal with. He's a mercenary! He doesn't have time to be dealing with kids, he's got a job to do, man!

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's GRUMPY in the mornings. He just wants to be left alone til he's ready to deal with everyone. And since he's an old man, he's up early. I... I don't think he sleeps to be honest

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He's got a whole ass night routine he follows every night before bed or he'll kill someone. He tends to stay up late so he tends to not get much sleep at all. He won't cuddle when he first goes to bed, but then if you wake up in the middle of the night, he's all cuddled up with you, refusing to move. It will take a while for him to let you spend the night with him. He doesn't like having to sleep with his Balaclava on. He does get frequent nightmares though so be ready to be there to comfort him

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait awhile to reveal things slowly?)

As I said before, it takes Spy a very long time for him to open up about himself. And even then, he isn't gonna tell you everything. It's just not his thing.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This is another thing that's weird. Like it's a 50/50 sort of thing, but also depends on the person? When it comes to his partner, he tends to be more lenient with them as compared to someone like Scout or Soldier. I would say he's also good at keeping a level head, unless he's stressed out, then oops

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Oh honey, this man knows EVERYTHING about you, whether you told him or not. Even the most private things like your family's medical history, he knows it already. Don't question it. As a matter of fact, why are you even questioning it? He's a spy! of course he knows all these little things about you. He never forgets >:(

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

It was the moment you let him doll you up for the first time. This man wouldn't stop going on about how he wanted to dress you up and do your makeup (if that's something you're comfortable with). FInally, you gave in and let him. And boy, was he ready. He already knew you're measurements and was so quick to take you to the tailor and fit you in an outfit that costs more than your house. He'd do your hair, nails, makeup, he'd go all out for you and make you look like a GOD (or goddess)

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He can be rather protective of his partners. He will literally have you living in a luxury house, filled with security, in a country of your choosing if it means to keep you safe. And, man, if you protected him, he'd be at a loss for words. He wouldn't even know what to do. He'd be so confused as to why you would ever wanna protect him? He'd probably get upset and scold you for putting yourself in such a dangerous situation

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Homie's going ALL OUT. He loves being able to go all out and show off. You guys will be dressed to the 10's, at a fancy restaurant, eating some of the finest foods, and you sure as hell are getting spoiled with gifts. Every occasion is a chance for Spy to spoil you and show off how perfect you are. Don't fight it, he won't listen

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's got a lot of bad habits. He doesn't know how to cope with trauma well. He's definitely someone who has or actively self harms. I'm sorry to say that, but it's just something I can see. Also he chain smokes. He's ALWAYS smoking, never giving himself a break

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Oh you know he is always concerned about his looks. Even if he's got his Balaclava on, he's still fussing over his appearance. He'll fuss over yours too. He wants you both to constantly look your best. Even a tiny speck of dirt if your cheek is the end of the world for him. He will fuss about it for HOURS

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Spy is very much used to being alone. He can handle it. He'll miss having you around. You were always his favorite person to complain to. But he's not worried about it. He's a tough cookie

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Finally, I can say what I've been wanting to say. >:)

I fully believe that Spy is still in love with Scout's Ma. He most definitely is still in communication with her. Helping her out and even coming to see her when he can. That's his baby mama! He can't just abandoned her like he has with every lover he's had. He does still very much care about her, even if it's hard for him to express it and such. He only left so her and the kids could stay safe. Him being there just causes problems. She was the only one who was willing to stay with him no matter what. Even now, with Scout being an adult, she's still around, sending him letters and even gifts.

Yeah, if you couldn't tell, I'm a hard Spy x Scout's Ma defender. Their relationship may not be perfect, but God does it have me in such a chokehold, and I'm not really one for shipping

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Spy don't want no slob. He has very high standards. He doesn't want someone who's sloppy and doesn't take care of themselves (I smell some slight hypocrisy here)

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Awful sleep schedule. What even is sleep? He stays up late like a youngster, and wakes up early like an old man. I basically said what needs to be said up in the night section, oops

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hmmm... Whatabout modern!chubby!aegon learning that the reader has issues with eating? I feel like that could be an interesting little story. Like nothing all that serious, just that the reader often skips meals to get to work earlier, or they cook Aegon dinner but don't leave much for themselves, because they want to make sure our precious babyboi is well-fed but don't care too much about themselves.

Aegon would notice this after a while, and lemme tell you he is NOT having it. Aegon grew up very spoiled, he's never been pressed for time when it comes to eating, nor has he ever dealt with food insecurity in terms of wealth (i.e. he's always had enough money to have 3 meals a day).

So Aegon decides he's gonna learn how to cook, so that he can wake up earlier than you and make you breakfast n things like that :)) you notice, and 1. It's the sweetest goddamn thing ever and you just wanna squish his chubby cheeks and give him kisses for it (cuteness aggression is a real thing, people), and 2. Seeing him in the kitchen with his stupid little apron, puttering around like a housewife kind of drives you CRAZY.

Maybe the reader literally pins him onto the kitchen counter and takes him like that, apron and all, while he's covered with sugar IDK

Aegon also becomes a bit of a hobby-chef because of this, which I think suits him so well. Little babyboi making a bunch of different dishes, asking the reader to try them out with a worried look on his face (he really values your opinion! 🥺). You always tell him his food is amazing though. You might hate seafood beyond belief, but when this boy makes you salmon the reader will eat the whole damn thing and tell him its michelin-star quality.

I can imagine he also puts on a bit more weight because of this. He's always been fluffy, but he maybe starts becoming a little insecure of himself? Like he doesn't quite know if you mind him being a little chubbier. That worry doesn't last long, cuz within 5 seconds, you're back home and squishing his cheeks and belly and laying your head on his soft thighs, and he realizes he really doesn't have to worry about it (with maybe some sweet reassurance from the reader?? Idk I love that shit istg 👀👀)

sorry this was so long! I just love hobby-chef chubby!aegon so I figured I'd spread the idea like a virus lmao 💚

GRRRRR bestie this is everything, some fluff for our fluffy boy <3 the detail in this was everything, I hope I give you justice!!!!

Seconds, Please?

PAIRING: Modern!chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 3,357.

WARNINGS: mentions of eating disorder, mentions of self-inflicted fatphobia, swearing, dry humping, smut, size difference kink, hint of food play.

A/N - I need this domestic chubby man in my life so bad, please. apologies if I changed or added a few things, it all just came to me in the moment AHAHA <3

Domestic bliss was true, and much to your cause, you were reaping the perks that naturally came with it. Aegon was a loyal, committed partner, a considerate soul, that although many underestimated his capability in a relationship, had proven otherwise...

"Babe, you barely ate your dinner last night, and now you're off to work without having eaten a proper breakfast-" He'd worriedly confessed, remaining seated at the small, circular dining table, his mouth partially full of syrup soaked waffles, as he obediently devoured the last gulp of his breakfast.

"Aeg, baby, I only just managed to whip up something for you. Couldn't leave my big boy to starve now, could I?" You tease, as you hastily gather your belongings in your tote, cutting his soft "but" as you bid him farewell, planting a fast, hard peck on the top of his short, platinum hair.

Aegon, much to his guilt, had only just recently begun to notice how little you ate, in comparison to him. The more it played with his mind, the more sinister the thoughts would become.

Had you developed an eating disorder, that he was so blissfully ignorant to all the signs? Allowing for you to endure such a thing...

Or was it, that you had grown ashamed of his overgrown size, that you felt the need to starve yourself?

Mayhaps, the stress of work and having to care for Aegon on top, your appetite had grown weary and lesser? All because he was selfishly indulgent with the affection and attention you spoiled him with...

He stopped midway to lifting the fork into his mouth to devour the final piece, closely gazing at the slice of the delectable waffle on his fork, that you'd so thoughtfully cooked for him, before throwing it back down on the plate shamefully. The intense guilt he felt brewing in the pit of his stomach, made it feel sinful to finish it. How could he, whilst you went about your day hungry? Connecting the dots, like a pieces to a puzzle, he'd noticed how recently fatigued you were, always desperate for a nap or an early night, often having finished work late from the law firm. These past few weeks, you'd been worked to the bone. The more he dwelled on your frail appearance, he'd come to realise just how weary and thinner you'd grown [not losing an abundant amount, although enough to see how loose your clothes had grown], along with the difference in size between yourself and him, was quite noticeable.

What would others think? That he was the culprit for his girlfriend's malnourishment? Him a 'greedy hog', binging and consuming everything and anything edible on sight, of course, there'd be none left for you to eat. Many of your excuses ranged from not feeling hungry at all [your mind too preoccupied with endless amounts of deadlines], or that you were too tiresome. And in the moments that you'd spared to eat, your appetite was shortcoming, and often you'd plea for Aegon to finish off your leftovers. Now he felt even more woeful, unlike before, the guilt would devour him inside out.

In conclusion... You were too good for him, he did not deserve you. Something needed to change, he did.

"No more fucking around, Aegon, fuck-" He brutally thought to himself, as he arduously heaved himself up: belly sated and full, a pudgy, sticky hand instinctively patted over his belly, as the other grabbed the dishes, placing it in the sink. He was intent on changing his outdated habits.

He could not do much to change his appearance overnight let alone in a few hours, nor was he keen to, if he was being frank. He knew you were quite fond of his new-found softness, having not complained thus far, he was not overly big. Your affections towards him would prove just how desirous you felt, on your behalf: the way his plush body would smother and pin against you when either of you felt a little frisky. And during the cold, winter nights, the way his extra padding and natural body heat would radiate, acting like insulation, as he held you tightly in his thick arms. You felt so incredibly secure. It was a feeling unlike any other, and he refused to take that away from you.

It was time he took charge...

****

"Aeg, I'm home!" You tiresomely call out, breathless as you walk in with your brimful bag and more paper work clutched desperately in your hands, more than what you had initially left home with.

Yet, no response in return.

You slowly linger through the hallway, as you remove your heels, adjusting the papers in your hand, before walking down.

"Aegon-" You worringly repeat once more.

Aegon was often at home most days of the week, for his family owned a wealthy, accounting business. Growing up rich and dependent, it seemed that Aegon grew accustomed to this comfortable lifestyle, and you truly couldn't blame him, he had no part. Although, his parents financially supported him even till now, and provided maids to attend to his needs during his youth, his parents remained absent: often he'd express his discontent with them, and rightfully so. However, he'd just messed up a huge investment opportunity, and was temporarily suspended, thus, he was at home for most of the time. Sitting around, finding solace in snacking to get by the long, lonesome hours, as he eagerly awaited for your return from work. Nonetheless, you had a soft spot for him, and tried to go above and beyond for him, to prove he did not need them anymore...

"In the kitchen-" He loudly yelled, followed by thunderous clangs of metal pots/plates. Your nerves began to set in, was the meals you often prepared for lunch and left in the fridge, not enough? Perhaps, this time they were not tasteful enough for him?

"Hey, baby-" He warmly coos, as he walks over towards you, planting a soft kiss on your flustered cheek.

"Sorry, I've made a bit of a mess, not used to where everything is. I promise, I'll clean it up once I'm done-" He pleas, as he walks back towards the oven where, what appears to be a freshly made pizza is brewing.

In silence, you gradually examine the surrounding and Aegon, himself. Although the kitchen was a rightful mess, used plates, sauce, chopped vegetables, pepperoni slices, and shredded mozzarella strands spread all over the counter, like some deconstructed art piece. And Aegon, donned in a white apron that was now completely soiled, with a smidge of what seemed to be flour across his cheek, your heart was full. Placing your bag just before the entrance to the kitchen, and the papers on a clear, clean spot of the dining table, you walk towards Aegon slowly, still focused on the sight before you.

"Aeg, W-What's the meaning of all this? Did you get hungry again? Was the lunch I made not enough?"

"No, no, Y/N. You've done plenty... In fact, more than enough, it's just-" Having wiped his hands clean with a dishcloth, his hands had reached over securely gripping you by the sides. Guiding you over towards a seat by the dining table, you sit down, as he plops himself on the seat beside you, as he pulls your chair closer towards him with ease.

"Y/N, I've noticed how little you've been eating these past few days. And if I'm being honest, it's worrying me, my love-" His soft, fleshy hands reach over to grip yours, firmly holding your small hands in his, as his thumb strokes your skin.

"I-Is there something I should be concerned about, because you know you can tell me anything, right? I-I just want to help you." His low voice breaks, stuttering with concern, as his troubled eyes remain fixated on you.

You can't help although smile, as you now return the gesture, giving a reassuring squeeze of Aegon's soft hand.

"Aeg, please, I am fine, truly. You have nothing to stress about. It-It's just work, I feel like I have no time to waste doing anything really. And I guess, I've been more focused on making sure you've been fed and tended to, than myself before work takes a hold of me... I just didn't want you to think I'd neglected you. Forgive me."

"Fuck, Y/N, what are you to be sorry for? I should be the one apologising... I've been such a hog, so blind to everything you've done-"

"Aeg, please-"

"Seriously, baby... You are just-[sighs], you're just a little too good to me, but I'm willing to change. That's why I did this, trynna' learn to cook for us, princess, so I can be the one taking care of you for a change..."

Nonetheless, Aegon remained true to his word. The home-made pizza he'd so lovingly yet chaotically made that night was a complete success.You teased whether he'd cunningly ordered out and acted as though he'd actually made it.

"Aeg, this- this is seriously so good. It's fucking delicious-" You excitedly exclaim in between each mouthful, as he anxiously awaits for your response by your side. At first, he was in denial, exclaiming that it was just out of niceties, or his beginner's luck in the kitchen. Although, pleading your case, like the competent solicitor that you are, your compliments earn an immediate, genuine smile from Aegon. Beaming across his plump face, his cheeks blushing a subtle tinge of pink, as this was a first for him, and rightfully so, it was an ultimate success.

****

In the months coming, Aegon had grown a hearty passion for cooking, especially because it meant he could provide for you. In his spare time, he'd been searching for various popular recipes/dishes he'd heard of. Other times, he'd ask for your preferences, finding out your favourite childhood meals, eager to reminisce your youth over dinner.

Eventually, he grew more confident with his skills and even began taking risks. Daring to cook meals with ingredients, he knew you were not typically a fan favourite of, and would avoid at all costs. He often always joked about how your eating habits resembled to that of a toddler.

As he was grown spoilt and with a cultured taste, he was acquired to most things, having dined in various, fancy restaurants and fed a range of diverse cuisines. Whereas, yourself, you were not so indulgent with different delicacies and palates. He was eager to change your mind, for he was not a picky eater at all.

You'd awake to your alarm that you'd set for your daily morning walks, blaring at your ear-side from the wooden bedside table, only to stretch and be met with a cold, empty bedside and Aegon missing. Although, the faint ruckus that followed, opening the bedroom door, to a distant bright, yellow light beaming from down the hallway from the kitchen, you'd follow, only to find Aegon hard at work in the kitchen.

"Sorry, princess, did I wake you up? I just was about to cook you something for breakfast and lunch on the go. I was just thinking to make you some salmon tonight for dinner, baby. I know, I know! It's not your favourite but I found this recipe, I'm really eager to try, and I thought you'd might like to... You know, helped to expand your horizons a little."

Although it took you much convincing, Aegon noticed the disdain look on your face, unpleased by his plans, you still caved in. Those puppy eyes with those cheeks, were irresistible, you could never deny him. And yet, Aegon's cooking never ceased to disappoint you thus far, so why turn away now? As much as you had been dreading the dinner, feeling your appetite growing weaker throughout the gruelling day at work, Aegon's salmon dish was shockingly delectable. The richness and zest of the salmon infused with the spices, combined so tastefully and the texture was just right, you could've sworn you'd moan, a visceral reaction from how good it was.

"Aeg, baby, what sorcery is this? How am I enjoying this, you know how much I hate seafood...And yet, this could so be worthy of a Michelin Star!" The bewilderment set in stone in your voice, as you politely cover your mouth with your hand. Aegon always made a habit of waiting for you to eat first, before tucking in himself. He was always anxious for your approval, only to be met with countless compliments, you felt like a broken record.

"Really, baby? You mean that?" He persists, as he picks up his own cutlery, keen to unveil the taste.

"Trust me, Aeg... If I didn't like it, you'd know for sure!"

****

Eventually, Aegon took the reins of cooking, which much to your relief, meant one less thing to worry about, even if it took you a while to get accustomed to. Aegon insisted that you should continue to focus on work than having to feed him regularly.

"I'm not a little child anymore, Y/N, let me show you how well I can take care of the both of us now."

Although granted on your days off, after you'd have a decent, well-earned sleep in, you enjoyed helping him around the kitchen... It was a hard habit to break of Aegon's when it came to the cleaning aspect, he was a tad lazy and slow, so often, if given the chance, you'd help around washing, drying and packing away dishes and ingredients. Cleaning up his mess along the way, as you closely watched him from the sidelines, a true professional in their mastery.

It was only in these intimate moments, that you'd notice Aegon had grown a little rounder, more softer around his edges. The subtle double chin beneath his jaw was more prominent, and his jaw line now fading with mounted with flesh, his cheeks looked slightly more plump [the urge to kiss and nibble at them became exponential], and the apron he'd worn so often, how tightly snugged, barely able to tie from behind, as his stomach had protruded even more beneath. His figure could not be hidden, and yet, it made you fall for him even harder.

Aegon immediately noticed you openly eyeing him out, too deeply distracted by his figure, as your eyes fluttered over every inch of him.

"Y/N, what's wrong? What is it?"

Hastily snapping back out of your lustful thoughts, you felt flustered, being put on the spot like so. You hadn't even realised that Aegon had caught you, perhaps as you fell into silence, observing him strongly kneading the dough, preparing to trial out his attempt of focaccia.

"N-Nothing, Aeg, I-I just noticed, maybe you need a new apron... That one looks a little worn-out, and slightly uncomfortable."

Your meek attempt at subtleness was poor and Aegon knew exactly what you'd meant. He knew he had grown, putting on a few extra pounds since exercising his new found hobby, although he was foolish to think you would not notice. You should be disgusted by him, even in his efforts to tend to you, he was selfishly gorging himself. Had he no self-control?

"I get what you're saying, Y/N. I feel ashamed too, for the way I've become, I-I'll try to get out s'more and maybe I can go on those morning walks with you?" He bashfully looks back down at the dough he'd stopped kneading, trying to talk firmly with you.

"Aeg, please! That's not what I meant at all!" You urge, as you hastily leap off the chair, bounding towards Aegon as you instinctively wrap your arms around his thick waist, your small arms just barely interlinking.

"Don't you ever, ever think I could be ashamed of you, Aeg! Do you think that low of me? I love you, and if I'm being quite honest, I think I've actually fallen for you harder..."

You playfully look up at him, your head resting just below his broad shoulder, as you perk your eyebrows up and down teasingly, gesturing for something more.

"And what exactly, do you mean by that?" He questioned, as he finally covered the kneaded dough in bowel, waiting for it to rise, before turning to face you.

"Well, I mean your as soft as that dough, your cheeks, I could just squeeze, and those lips- Gods, your lips, Aeg-"

You tug him by the apron, gesturing him to lean down, as you plant a soft, long kiss, your tongues entwined as your share a passionate moment. Just as you'd expected, his lips felt so soft and moist, you had the sudden urge to gently bite down at his lower lip, and helplessly you did, tugging at it. Earning a cocky smile streaming across his face, you let go, aimlessly gazing up at one another with desire.

"Hmm, tell me more, princess."

"And this belly-" You grab a firm hold of his flesh, slightly jiggling against your rapid motions, as you eye his physique below and back up towards him, his attention following you.

"It's just calling for me to straddle you, I can't help but imagine how good it would feel to ride the fuck out of you, and these thighs- You've been so busy in the kitchen, stuffing your roasts and gorging yourself, you've forgotten about little, old me. You don't miss filling me up, big boy?"

Immediately, in such a swift motion, Aegon turns to steadily pin you against the counter instead. His full undivided attention, solely on you, licking his lips as though you were some type of dessert he'd just feasted his lilac eyes upon, as he presses his solid mass against you, feeling yourself helplessly squirm beneath his tender pressure. Adjusting himself in the right position, it didn't take a genius to realise, someone had grown a little excited by the realness of your words, and in sync, you felt a throbbing, familiar ache coursing from deep within your inner thighs.

"Look at what you're doing to me. Do you think that low of me, that I would forget my little princess, hmm? Your needs come first, always."

He plunges his soft face deep within the crook of your neck as he sucks on your floral fragranced skin, with each kiss he felt eager to devour you, you were certain by his harshness that he'd left a trail of fresh marks. His hands snaked down your waist, below to your ass, sensually massaging at your cheeks, as he pushed your body deeper into his, specifically your lower abdomen region, where you felt his bulge poking through his seems, desperate to be inside of you.

You felt your body slowly pacing up and down against Aegon's stocky frame, one of his thighs, found their way in between your legs, parting your entrance. You began to mimic the movements as you would if straddling him from atop, as he kept you supported, rocking yourself backwards and forwards against his clothed, chunky thigh. The friction beneath and Aegon's groans so close against your ear, was unnerving. You could sense the trickles of wetness beginning to ooze out of your eager cunt, soaking your sheer panties beneath.

"Aeg-Bedroom-" Moans in between your breathless words, you felt too feeble to form coherent words, as you felt his swollen gut, pressing deep against your breasts, flashing them upwards. One of your hands remained firmly tugging and pulling at his short, platinum locks, whilst the other dug nails deep into his meaty flesh, leaving a trail of marks behind.

"Bedroom-now."

Without hesitation or thought, Aegon picked you up with such ease, carrying you over his thick shoulder, you felt puny against his strength. Earning a small, light giggle from you, he felt invincible. Oblivious for what was to come, it seemed Aegon was keen to show you...

Just before he'd rush to make a beeline for the bedroom, he stopped by the fridge, opening the freezer door, and instantly grabbing the frozen tub of his favourite chocolate ice-cream.

"Better not waste this, we can definitely put it to some good use."

GENERAL TAGLIST - @evenstaris @chompchompluke

[janyiahsucks-blog]

Rodeo Clown

a lyric fic inspired by rodeo clown by dijon

wc 1.9k

warnings: commitment issues, slight angst, teenagers being stupid

“Well I can't lie, I couldn't wait

But it's half-past eight and you're late again”

This is the fourth time this month miles has been late for one of your “hangouts”  if you can even call them hangouts. They’re more dates than anything. At the moment the two of you are at a stand still in the no man’s land between relationship and friendship but you can’t shake the fact that something is off. Ever since he became spider-man he’s been blowing you off but some of that is slightly expected. Now more than ever though it’s been getting worse. Like you can’t even get a hold of him and he’s always talking about this strange new friend who doesn’t seem to have any name. But you know he knows we all know everyone knows it’s Gwen. The girl he started being friends with right before all of this started. Before what you thought was a life long friendship with a completely unrequited crush turned into so much more. 

“Well, I got those high heels on, and lace

And I spent two or three hours beatin' my face” 

Tonight’s date was supposed to be special it was supposed to be something of an anniversary since the two of you started “talking” (as he called it) six months ago. You spent about two whole hours making yourself look as good as possible. Dressing up to the nines pulling out your favorite products to style your hair and maybe a bit more makeup than usual. But once again he was no where to be found. You whip out your phone and send the fourth text this hour. 

you: hey miles is everything okay? 

you: ur really late now 

you: if you’re not coming can you js tell me that 

you: don’t even bother anymore miles i’m going home. i hope wtv it was is important. 

“So why? Could you explain?

I can't lie, I'm fed up”

Sick and tired were the only words to describe how you felt walking home alone. The ghost of him lingered on the walk as if he was right beside you. But he wasn’t he was undoubtedly most likely somewhere with Gwen. She seemed to be the only topic with him recently. 

“Yeah me and my new friend we had such a fun time when we went there” “Me and my friend swung through here once it was like the highlight of my day.” “My new friend is a little quicker than you so I gotta adjust my pace when we walk together”. Though she was nameless for the past few months he used to address her by name. You never put the face to the name never even met her ,but you knew it was always her.

“I don't like being stood up

And hey, hey

What are you ashamed of?”

The only thought that could cross your mind was. “Why?” What was so wrong with you that you couldn’t be placed on the same pedestal as Gwen. It’s always Gwen this Gwen that but never you. Your name never graces the same smile that hers does. His eyes light up and his voice shifts a pitch when he talks about her. Like that’s his entire world. What is he so ashamed of when he’s with you. He hides you from the world and his parents haven’t even met you. Maybe they met Gwen though. One thing was for sure you couldn’t stand being stood up like this again. 

“So what are you so afraid of?

'Cause you're missin' out

On good, good lovin'”

“You know what if he doesn’t wanna answer me i’ll just call him” You mutter under your breath sighing out of pure frustration. 

After five rings and no answer you hear his voice “Hey it’s Miles” “Finally you’re gonna answer-“ “I’m not at the phone right now probably super busy with a bunch of cool stuff but you can leave a message. Peace” And a long aggravating beep. “If you never wanted something serious that’s all you had to say. You never had to lead me on or leave me stranded at that stupid fancy restaurant lookin all stupid Miles. Go be with that stupid Gwen girl or whatever her name is cause it’s obvious that everything we have ain’t as serious as whatever you have goin with her” Your voice cracks out of pure rage and a little (lot) of sadness. The heavy feeling in your chest returns. “All I wanted to do was love you man” You say to no one in particular just trying to put the thought into the air. Hoping and praying it would relieve some of the tension. 

“You ride those rank bulls and get first place

Eight seconds is all it takes

You got those silver spurs on

And chaps 'round your waist

Calloused hands, and dirt on your face”

You knew all it took to be spider-man. The constant late nights and beatings. Miles would come crawling through the fire escape attached to your window. Bruises and blood seeping through the suit. Patch ups and crying sessions. Either you on his shoulder begging him to be safe. Or him on yours pushing all his problems into the safe atmosphere of your arms. You knew the tolls both mental and physical that it took on him. Never knowing if the scars you see will be the worst of it all. Trying to hold onto the memories the two of you made while he was out protecting the city and putting his life on the line. 

“And hey, hey

I still wear the t-shirt that you gave me”

You finally made your way home unlocking the door and sighing before trudging to your bathroom and washing off all the makeup you took so long on stripping yourself of your cutest outfit. Putting on the shirt Miles left on the floor of your room one night. The one you thought framed him the best but he said it “look way better on you”. Pushed it on you to keep it and he could just wear his hoodie home. Reluctantly you agreed wishing you had something of his to keep you company when he was gone.

“So what are you so ashamed of?

Rodeo could kill ya”

He never really tried to bring up his spider-man duties to you. He thought it would bore you and you didn’t wanna hear some of the gory details of his day to day. You wished you could hear it all though. Just know he’s safe, know nothing out there is trying their hardest to kill him. The job is deadly and you both were fully aware of the topic yet he tried to dance around it. Never fully bringing up the whole word to you to keep you out of danger and him out of a strong headache. You were his safe space and he didn’t wanna invade that with spider-man. He didn’t want what the two of you had to be infected just like every other part of his life. 

“I just wanna kiss ya

But you won't let me near ya

But I'm here all the same”

Lately though it’s like he’s been putting up these walls. Slowly but surely placing the bricks day by day it’s like you get less and less out of him. One week it’s long heartfelt conversations all night the next it’s short one word responses to all of your texts. You just wanted to be there for him more than anything but he won’t let you close enough to do that. All you wanted to do was hold him in your arms and kiss his forehead telling him everything would work out and this is just temporary. You’d be there in all the other ways he would let you though even the smallest ones. 

“At the rodeo, I

Put my face on and smile

And you ride good”

Miles runs his hands through his hair trying not to rip it out of the roots. “Shit shit SHIT” He paces around his room trying to keep himself controlled. He was out on patrol once again forgetting about another date. He made his way home about five minutes ago with a proud smile on his face. He just defeated one of the sickest villains in Brooklyn and got him straight to jail. His smile dropped when he took out his phone and saw around seven notifications from you on his phone. “Oh fuck I’m so fucked”. He knew that keeping up with a “relationship” could be stressful especially as spider-man. But you, you handled it with such grace. Always knowing what to say and do. Being there for him without him having to say a word and nothing made him prouder than parading you around town. Telling all his friends about you and Ganke couldn’t go five minutes without hearing your name. He tried to keep up he really did but he just couldn’t. God he loved you he just really had a funny way of showing it. 

“And I get scared watchin' you

And the crowd gets wild, run to you”

He runs out of his room as soon as he sees all the texts and listens to the voicemail. He barely has enough time to put on his coat as he rushes to your house. A few minutes later he finds himself sprinting up your fire escape. The knocks on your window scared you as you tried to fall asleep. 

“Hey mi amor open the window please” 

You make no efforts to get out of bed and unlock your window and he sees that. 

“Please you gotta let me make this up to you. I’m sorry I swear just lemme explain myself” 

He placed his head against the window as tears start to pool in his eyes. You finally open the window and quickly turn your back to him trying to make some distance between the two of you. 

“So where were you Miles” 

A sigh escapes his lips quickly. “I was out on patrol” 

“With Gwen…” You cut him off quickly. 

“What…No not with Gwen. Why would it matter if I was.” He cocks his head to the side trying to get a grip on what the problem really is. 

“I dunno you just seem to be spending a lot of time with her that’s all.” She shrugs trying to make herself seem nonchalant even though this conversation was killing her on the inside. 

“Is this what this is about. Gwen….Really?” He scoffs.

“Yes Miles I mean you seem to prioritize her over whatever this is. You never even asked me out yet you’ve been taking me on dates and sneaking through my window for months. It’s like this means nothing to you. You’re always so quick to talk her up though. If you really wanna be with her go do it.”

Miles silently crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you placing his head in the crook of your neck. 

“I run to you, I run to you, I run to you

I love you, I love you”

“I’m sorry for letting these thoughts fill up your mind baby. It was never like that with her I swear to you. She’s just my friend someone I can talk to about all my spider-man stuff.

He runs his hands across his face sighing before continuing his speech.

“I love you mi amor. That’s why I’ve been acting like this. I didn’t know how to address it or if you would feel the same way and I was scared. I was so so scared. I’m sorry for letting my emotions get the better of me and not explaining. I’ll do better; I’ll be better. I promise” 

He kisses you on the cheek gently holding you like you could break if he applied any more pressure. 

“Will you let me be your boyfriend” 

sorry for the long ahh fic 💀💀 anyway u should gimme requests and stuff. thankssss

[theflyindutchwoman]

I wanna take things slow. Go on this date, maybe a second date, have our first real kiss. I just don't think we should jump into bed together, just because we know each other so well, right? I mean, do you…? No, I -- Agreed.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 5.10 - The List

The opening sequence was not just a celebration of Tim and Lucy's story : it fully helped set the tone for their first date. All that nervous energy that was so palpable when they were getting ready, carried on at the restaurant. But not even their awkwardness can stop the scene from being riveting. As a matter of fact, it adds to the reality of the situation. The way they can barely look at each other without either smiling or giggling like teenagers on their first date is adorable. So is the way they struggle to make small talks when it has never been an issue for them. Or how, after Tim is shamelessly checking her out, Lucy does her little wiggle, the one she often makes when she can barely contain her excitement. This is so far from the type of awkwardness that emanated from Tim's first date with Rachel or during the double date with Ashley. In this case, this is due to the importance of this date, as showcased in that first segment… and as reflected by the choice of restaurant : the most romantic one in town.

Besides, this new tension between them doesn't even last long before Lucy addresses it. Tim's reaction is particularly noteworthy : the panic that she might already regret this is crystal clear. He's looking like a deer in the headlights for a second, visibly gulping… But it is also poignant that he's just as nervous and lets her see it. And admits how different this dinner is for them. His dorkiness is absolutely delightful. I don't know which part is better : the fact that he blurts naked times or his immediate reaction after saying that aloud. Either way, it does make Lucy laugh and cut through that tension between them. It allows them to fall back on familiar grounds with her teasing… But, most importantly, it also sparks a crucial conversation. It gives Lucy the opportunity to voice her desire and need to take things slow. Her voice gets significantly softer at this point, revealing her nervousness. But she doesn't back down either. She's so much more self-assured and assertive here than she was in her relationship with Chris, especially towards the end. And the way Tim listens to her intently, smiling at her checklist, and goes softer at the allusion of their first real kiss is just as significant. This is exactly what was missing from their previous relationships : Tim pays attention to what she says, reassures her when she's a bit uncertain and Lucy makes sure to check how he feels on the matter. They've always balanced each other so well at work… And they're now ensuring that it translates to their romance as well.

I, for one, appreciate their choice of taking things slow. At least, for the beginning. Not just because that means we get to see this part… But because of how they clearly want to proceed with caution and care. Their almost hook-up nearly cost them their friendship and changed their dynamic for a while. So it is perfectly understandable that Lucy would want to approach this differently, to guarantee that this time, they get this right. To preserve what they already have - their unique bond - and build from there. Add from it without losing anything. Her list is pretty straightforward : have a first date, then another one, a first real kiss… Those are early and simple milestones. But important ones. And while at first glance, it might seem that she's afraid to commit, in reality it shows how she wants to treat their relationship with the reverence they both deserve.

Besides, there's one more reason as to why taking things slow is a good idea : the issue of the chain of command at work remains. And it is immediately illustrated with how nervous Tim gets at the idea of someone from the station walking in the restaurant. Something that Lucy obviously understands as she doesn't even take umbrage and goes back to teasing him instead. The fact that she even suggests that they should come clean the morning after just reinforces how different this relationship is for her. For Tim as well, considering how he's trying his best to ignore the growing fight in the kitchen or how he looks disappointed when he hears the sirens… They are committed to this relationship and are all-in… and this is reflected in the director's choice to start the episode with their first date and end it with the second one. With their first real kiss, completing the checklist.

[thatgirl4815]

I don't understand the need for a SandRay endgame tho, don't you think Sand deserves better than this? deserves better than to be the second choice, the one Ray goes after when Mew doesn't want him? I just can't seem to fathom wanting that for Sand and I would like someone to explain to me why would you want that haha

Ray doesn't care about him enough, when Mew was with Top, Ray stated that as long as Mew was happy, he was happy, he didn't try to break them up, with Sand tho, with Sand it seems Ray doesn't care about his happiness, about letting him move on, with Sand he is selfish and controlling and I don't think that is love.

I don't mean this to be rude (I am really sorry if my wording came across that way!) but I really wanna understand why anyone would want that for Sand haha

Hey Anon! Not rude at all--a very valid question. Ultimately: yes, I do think Sand deserves better, and that has been part of the reason why my Sand Protector heart and SandRay shipper heart have been at odds. But I'm going to use this space to rant a little, if that's alright.

If Sand and Ray was to be endgame the way their relationship is now, I would not be satisfied. Because you're right, Ray is selfish--tossing Sand around and using him when he needs him. In a lot of ways, I think Ray's relationship with Sand will be a catalyst for showing him just how selfish of a person he is.

Ray has problems. Ray is an alcoholic and a drug addict who seems to struggle with depression and self-worth issues. He's also very lonely. And I think Ray sees an out to a lot of those problems through Mew; he's constructed this fantastical aura around him. Maybe it's because Ray wants something easy: he thinks that if he can be with Mew, he doesn't have to feel unworthy of love. He's convinced himself of this so strongly that even someone like Sand, who he does care for, can't compare to the fantasy he's built up in his head.

Sand doesn't deserve to give Ray any more chances, because Ray is messing with his heart. At the same time, I think Sand struggles to blame Ray completely for this because he knows that they haven't technically committed to each other. For the moment, I think Sand blames himself more than anything. When Ray starts getting possessive is when things are really going to go downhill in the toxicity department. But amidst all of this, I am hopeful that Ray will see everything he is doing to Sand for what it is. When the euphoria of RayMew wears off, there could be clarity.

And it isn't just that Sand takes care of Ray either. It's that Sand takes care of Ray even when he doesn't have to. I've been thinking a lot about the fact that Mew came when Ray called two years ago, but Ray has never once called Sand for help, but Sand has helped anyways.

So really, when I say I want SandRay endgame, I mean that I want a SandRay endgame where Ray apologizes and, more than that, shows Sand that he was wrong. I would not blame Sand for walking away at all, but I like the thought of Ray realizing that he was caught up in a dream that was never going to be a reality. I think being with Mew will show Ray that he's been an asshole to Sand in ways that he might not have intended, even if he needs to take responsibility for them.

Does that make sense? Hopefully I'm not the only one who feels this way. Unrelated to the story, but I'm an FK stan to the ends of the earth, so I suspect that is also informing my opinion, haha.