#trevante x chubby reader

[shaekingshitup]

A/N: My internet is not my friend. This is like the 8th time I've tried to post this so fingers crossed! Not proofread. This is an abridged fic idea that I had for chubby reader x Trevante Rhodes. Soo I hope y'all like it even though it's missing a lot of the original details. I wasn't ever gonna write it until @ju5tp3achy sent in the request for it! Thanks a lot sis!!

In Sight

“Sol?” he asked from behind her. She froze. This was it. This was the moment she’d waited months for. 

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April 23,2020

“Girl, these niggas on these dating apps are so tired,” Sol spoke into her headphones as she ventured into her kitchen. 

“EXCUSE ME?! LIL GIRL, MAKE SURE YOU WATCH YO MOUTH!” hollered her mother from the living. Sol opened the freezer door and did a deep eye roll. She was about tired of all of this quarantine life. She was especially tired of her loud mouthed mother trying to act like she wasn’t a grown ass adult. 

“HAHAHA” laughed Titi on the other end of the line. “I told you you should have come moved in with me before all this started,”

“Sis, I would be in a hospital by now if I did that. You out here plannin’ mini vacations with yo boo and going outside like they have free ice cream! Couldn’t be me,” Sol told her as she grabbed  the last of her Extreme Chocolate Moose ice cream and slammed the freezer door just to be petty. She caught a glare from her mother as she retreated to her room. 

“Shut up! I’m being careful! I’m just not drinkin the Kool-Aid on all this stuff. I’m ready to go back out and get my hair and nails done. They say that some Black people are immune.” 

“We are not doing this conversation again. New topic please,”

“Whateva. What’s wrong with these mens on these dating apps?” 

“They’re all just bored and lonely. No one cares about making legitimate connections.” Sol whined, “They just want attention! They don’t want my heart! 

“Alright Shawn Mendes, why don’t you just try In Sight?”

“It’s Charlie Puth.” Sol corrected. “What’s In Sight?” 

“Ugh. Vanilla, Eggshell. Potaytoe, Potahtoe. I forget that they actually make you work at your job so you don’t have time to know every internet sensation that comes up. In Sight is this new dating app that they launched,”

“Who is they?”  Sol questioned.

“You ask too many questions. Lemme tell my story. You know the Netflix show Love is Blind?”

Now whose asking questions?

“Yeah, my sister was tellin’ me about it and then I ended up binging it right before this Stay-At-Home mandate went into effect. What about it?”

‘Well, Netflix and Buzzfeed created an app that is pretty much the premise of that show. People don’t reveal images of themselves until they meet in person. They connect based on personality tests and mutual interests. People can text, call or walkie talkie in the app. But, they can’t see one another. It’s supposed to be catfish free because they’re all verified on Facebook or somethin. But, idk how true that is”

“Until we meet in public? This shit is supposed to last until the end of May! Probably longer with how ignorant these protestors and anti-vaxxers are being right now.”

“Don’t put that into the universe! I rebuke it! I am going to get a mani-pedi soon! SOON SIS!” 

“Pshh. I need you to rebuke these Killer Asian Wasp we have flying outside. Throw the whole 2020 away.” 

“Hey mommy,” Sol heard on the other line. Titi came back.

“Sol, I gotta go. Your goddaughter needs me to go over her homework,” 

“Better do right by YOUR daughter. Tell my baby Neveah I said hey! Bye hoe” Sol said in her usual salutation to her best friend

“Bye bitch” Tiana replied. 

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May 13, 2020

“On God, I was ready to give up! I said ‘Lord if this man is on these games, I will indeed keep to myself throughout the duration of this pandemic. I don’t care what anybody says.’” Sol messaged

“Well, God ain’t never late. So, he delivered me right in time 😜.” he responded.

“Alright Mo, Imma head out,” Sol sent him the Spongebob meme and laughed out loud. She wondered what his laugh sounded like. She’d barely been talkin to Nemo for twelve days. But she was already falling. She couldn't allow herself to be swept away for real for real. Not only did she not have any idea what this man looked liked, he just seemed too good to be real. It was too early to feel this smitten. Her other prayers to God had been to not let this man be a catfish and for him not to talk about how beauty was on the inside but turn out to be a fatphobic, colorist prick. 

“😞 don’t go baby girl. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.” Mo responded. He sent her a gif of of a cartoon man sending off a military salute. He already knew all the ways to make her smile. They both had that easy going humor about them.

“Alright. But you on probation.”

“Lmao. I know how to do my time. What are you up to mamas?” 

“I just finished a bubble bath. I’m trying to find a movie to fall asleep to,” She knew she was tempting him with that bubble bath line. 

“I won’t even acknowledge that you did that.”

“What ever do you mean?” 

“Uh uh. Imma be on more than probation if we go down that route”

“What about these movies makes you play one every night before bed? Do you like the stories and then you dream about it or something?”

“Not really. I just like having somethin to listen too. The voices are fine. I can’t listen to music becuase then I want to sing or dance along. But having someone talking into my ear is like my own personal lullaby,” 

*Incoming Call* 

Sol stared at her screen. She wasn’t sure what to do and then the call notification went away.

“Wooow. Really ma?

“Why are you calling? We’ve never done that before.” 

“Let me sing to you”

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June 10, 2020

Google duo

“How you doin son. And thank you for that care package you sent me. I love that shea butter ?” 

“I’m good mamabear. I miss you. You been takin care of yourself? 

“Of course. You know I don’t go nowhere but my daily walk. What about you baby? I can see somethin’  on your spirit.. You and Miss Sunshine okay?”

“Haha. We good. You know I’m not one to kiss and tell. But, we are doing well right now,”

“Don’t kiss n tell? Trevante Nemour Rhodes, you better not have left that house to go catch this virus just for some girl you met a month ago.”

“No Ma’am! I have  not. She’s being very cautious right now too. She only leaves to get some fresh air and to pick up groceries or prescriptions for her mama. You’d love her. She reads and we’ve been doing some book studies together- yes, the bible included. “ he answered before she could even get the words out “She has great taste in music. She’s really wise with a good head on her shoulders. She be keepin me in check. I don’t even know what else to say about her. God knew what he was doing when he named her Sol because that woman has brought the sun  into my life. I know it’s been a month; but, they say when you know you know ma,”

His mother stared at him assessing the way he described this young woman. “I hear you son. That is your future wife. I’ve been prayin that The Lord would bring her into your life in an evident way and it’s clear he been listenin baby! It’s clear,” 

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August 1, 2020

“Hey mamas” he answered. 

“Hey Mo.” she smiled into the phone.

“Someone sounds happy,” he said trying to practice his patience. Well, someone just got a beautiful bouquet of baby’s breath and some chocolates delivered to her door. How'd you remember that they're my favorite flowers?"

"I pay attention to everything that you're willing to share with me. You know I'd do anything to hear you smile.”

Sol could feel the heat rise to her cheeks. 

“Mmf. Sounds beautiful. My personal ray of light.”

‘Aaanywaays. Happy three months knowin ya. I’m sorry I didn’t send you anything. You deserve to smile too.” 

“Ohh Sunshine, hearing you smile is like Christmas morning to me. Don’t worry about gettin’ me anything,”

“How many nicknames do you have for me? Do you even know my name? Don’t make me go Alicia on you”

“Girl, I know your name. Solita, Sunshine, Ray of Light, Mamas, Sweets, Mamacita, Babygirl, I just call you all of those names because.. Because I’m really feelin you. But what I really wanna call you, Miss Sol Baker, is mine. Whatcha say?”

“Welll,” Sol began, “ she bit her lip trying to hold back her smile, “ I don’t know Mo. I mean you’ve got a lot goin for you here. I mean you’re charming, intellectual, compassionate, lowkey funny-

“Aye, just lowkey? That’s a low blow Princess.”

“I said what I said. Let me continue. You’ve got that interesting actor thing going. But, Idk.” she got quiet, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have my reservations. I mean, like, hear me out. We’ve talked every day for the past three months. But, we’re in the middle of a pandemic! I don’t know what you look like. You don’t know what I look like. We say  that we’ll change all that when this quarantine is over. But, idk. What if this is all too good to be true? What if, when normal reups we’re not who we are through this app?”

He took a moment to soak in what she’d confessed. Suer he knew she had some doubts; but, she ahs never laid it out like this. 

“Sol, I hear you. Everything that you’re feeling right now is completely valid and I’ve skin in the game too. But, I- I just know that this, us, is real. Yeah this pandemic may have helped me to find you. But, I won’t let it define us. You askin’ what if. I mean, what if I was made for you? And you were made for me? What if this is it? What if it’s meant to be? What if I ain’t one of those fools just playin some game?

“Stop it. The randomly bursting into song mid conversation bit is my thing,”

“Well, I learn from the best mamas. I’m not out here wastin your time to lower your walls just so I can leave you alone to pick up the pieces. I have prayed for you. Shit, my own mama has prayed for you to step into my life and now you’re here. Me askin was just a courtesy. We don’t gotta puta  label on it if you ain’t ready. But, you already mine.”

“No takebacks?

“Nah. No takebacks.”

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December 19, 2020

Sol was standing outside of 448 S Hill St. Well, she was pacing back and forth trying to convince herself that she was calm. Today was the day. After nine months of being stuck inside, after seven and a half months of waiting to be with Mo, to meet him in person, to see him. The time had come. She’d spent the entire car ride thinking about all of the ways this could blow up on her face. So, she figured a few more minutes of it wouldn’t hurt.  What if this guy wasn’t even a guy? Was she going to have to call Nev Schulman and give him the world’s greatest catfish set up in the history of dating apps? What if this was an elaborate scheme just so at the end of all of this this person on the other side of the phone really just left random women “Finding Nemo” and he never shows?!  She’d thought about it all.  

But, what if? 

Sol stopped to allow herself to think of the day he claimed her as his own. What if everything goes right? She stopped and pondered. She was standing there in her yellow sundress and purple heels. The baby’s breath tucked into her hair was supposed to be his way of recognizing her. Now she felt silly for sticking such a small piece in her hair. 

“Sol?” he asked from behind her. She froze. This was it. This was the moment she’d waited months for. 

Sol took a big breath in and moved to turned around.

“Wait!” She halted. “Before you turn around Sol, I already know you’re going to be confused. But, she know that this is me and this has always been me, okay?”

“Okay,” Sol said even more afraid than she had been. She turned around to see a hella fine chocolate man behind her. He resembled, strike that he absolutely was Trevante Rhodes. She tried not to fangirl as she peeked around his shoulder to find Mo. But, there was no one else there. Just a gaggle of white people walking by on either side of her. She looked at him again and he smiled. 

“Okay. So, I have a little bit of explainin to do,” Tre spoke. Sol was dumbfounded. His voice matched Mo’s voice. But, this didn’t make sense. There was no way that Nemo, her Mo, that she’d been talking to for almost eight months was fine ass Trevante “Conductor” Rhodes. 

“Nemo? I mean I guess, Trevante? This is really confusing.” Tre walked forward to hold her hand. 

“I know mamas. I know this is a lot for you to wrap your head around but this is me. I promise I’ll explain more over brunch, let’s go up to the rooftop.”

Speechless, Sol nodded her head and they stepped inside the building. Once in the elevator alone, Sol noticed that he was still holding her hand. Once they’d connected he couldn’t let go. She relaxed. She knew this man. Even if she was just now laying eyes on him for the first time, she’d already seen his character to know that this was going to work out. 

“Oh wait, we promised no phones.” she said reaching into her purse and turning off her phone. Tre reached into his own pocket to power his off as well. Hand in hand, they exited the elevator to soak up the sun and eat some good food in the company of the one they loved. 

If you are accepting requests may I ask for a quarantine Trevante?

I don’t really do requests. But idk why not haha. 🤷🏿‍♀️ I did this one because I had an idea for this one in my head already. Sooo I hope you enjoy it!!

[tastingmellow]

Kiddo

A/N: I need Dad!Trevante in my life!

Pairing: Trevante Rhodes x Reader

Summary: Kids are cute and often take after their parents.

Warnings: A whole lotta damn fluff!

Word Count: You’re STILL assuming I know?

Trevante sat on the couch, legs spread and his right arm resting over the back of the sofa as he sipped a beer. In front him, in the plush, beige-ish carpet sat your 2 year old son. He was playing with his toys, being a normal toddler. Tre was currently watching High School football, it was his favorite. Seeing these promising young men put in their all and work to make a name for themselves always put a sense of pride in Tre’s belly.

Unbeknownst to Tre, your son was observing him, his posture more notably. Your son stood on his wobbly legs and grabbed his soppy cup before searing himself in the plush beanbag the two of you had gotten him for his 2nd birthday. He looked back at his father, spreading his chubby legs and letting them adorably hang over the slightly too big chair. His tiny arm rested over the back of bean bag chair and took a sip from his cup, watching the game as well.

Your bare feet padded across the hardwood floors as you made your way out of your office clad in an over sized tee that was hanging off your shoulder. You rounded the couch, toes buried in the fabric of your wonderfully clean and recently installed carpet. You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off by the sight in front you. Your lips turned into smile as you placed a hand over your mouth.

“Well, if I wasn’t sure you were Zion’s father, I’m definitely positive now.” Tre looked up at you then at you then down to your son, a grin breaking out onto his face. He shrugged, taking another swig of his beer and your son looked back before taking another sip of his juice.

“I don’t know how I survive in this house with you two.” You rolled your eyes and sat beside Tre, snuggling into his side and pulling your legs up to lay over the couch. Tre wrapped an arm around you and kissed your head before continuing watching tv.

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Trevante and your son were in the grocery store when it happened again. Tre and Zion ran into the store to pick up some shrimp, you were making a seafood boil for you and your little family. A few friends and family members were coming over and you were almost done with the sausages when you realized you forgot the shrimps.

Tre offered to go grab a few pounds for you and Zion immediately wanted to tag along. Now, here the were, Tre holding a couple bags of shrimp and his son holding a much smaller bag. Trevante’s stood tall, head up and eyes forward. He slightly swayed as he waited.

He noticed some shuffling beside him a glanced down, he thought nothing of it before he did a quick double take, looking at his son away slightly in his stance: The bag of shrimp he carried wasnin his right hand, his left hand rested in his pocket and his eyes were forward until they glanced up at his daddy. Tre has a smile smirk on his lips, a slightly awed expression on his face.

He scoffed in disbelief before chuckling and shaking his head. Zion smiled himself, happy to see his dad’s bright smile. When Tre took a step forward, Zion followed. When Tre set the bags on the belt, Zion struggled. Zion swung the bag up onto the belt and ran over to his daddy’s side. “Card.” He spoke in his small voice and Tre looked down, laughing to himself before digging in his wallet and handing his son his card.

“You gotta wait for her to finish.” Tre spoke and Zion nodded, waiting everso patiently. The young woman at the cash register bagged the items and Tre nodded for Zion to insert the chip. Zion excitedly put it in and Tre lifted him up so he could see the screen a keypad clearly. Trevante helped his son out a little, moving his fingers to press the right buttons.

The young woman looked up, grinning as she watched the two of them. “You guys are so cute.” Trevante looked up, smiling genuinely. “Yeah, I guess he’s a mini me.” The cashier smiled as she waited for the receipt to come out. “You don’t see too many dads taking care of their kids. It’s refreshing to see an amazing black dad. Especially, one as handsome as yourself.”

Trevante set his son down and lightly chuckled. “Yeah, thanks. You should see my wife though, amazing mother. Loving woman and god, is she beautiful.” He grinned at the thought of you while politely hinting to the woman that he’s spoken for. She smiled, laughing slightly. “I bet she is. She sounds great, is she a busy woman?”

Tre looked at the woman and adjusted his posture. He kept a polite but squared his shoulders. “Yeah, she is. But she makes it a point to be there for me and our son.”

“I’m sure she does but—“ she was cut off by Trevante taking the receipt out of the machine himself and putting it in the bags. He handed the lightest one to his son. “Thanks, miss.” He gave her a tight smile and so did his son before making his way out.

Zion looked up at his father. “What happen?” Tre looked down at his son and chuckled. “Nothing. She was just a woman who wanted affection. She was just looking in the wrong places.” He shrugged.

Zion nodded thoughtfully, walking along side his dad.

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Fast forwarding to 14 years later, your son is now 16 and he looks more and more like you and his father every day. His smile was bright, his eyes were big, and he had the most genuine heart. You and Tre have worked your ass off to make a him a great man and it’s paying off.

You and Tre were currently at your son’s football game, cheering him on excitedly. It was the last game of the season and they were down by 5. They just needed one more touchdown and it was all over. You stood up, leaning over the edge of the section you were in, a smile plastered on your face. Trevante stood beside you.

The play had already began, the world around you became silent as the ball went hurling through the air. You took in a shaky breath, waiting for it to land in someone’s hands. As the ball started to descend you felt your heart slightly drop when a hand finally caught. When your eyes found the jersey number you screamed loudly. It was your son and he was dashing towards the end zone, putting all his strength into his legs.

The opposite teams players started gaining on him, the crowd was out of your seat when your son was tackled. The cheers didn’t stop, no, he was tackled in the end zone. Your team won. You screamed loudly, turning to Tre and jumping in his arms. He caught you, cheering with you. “That was my baby!” You yelled out and Tre put you down, dancing with you.

Your son looked up into the stands, immediately noticing his parents. He blew you both a kiss as you waved excitedly. He ran to the stands and you immediately leaned over, grabbing his hand. “I’m so proud of you!” Tre spoke behind you and you nodded. “We’ll meet is you outside! Go celebrate a little.”

Zion nodded and ran back to his team, jumping into the large group. You looked back at Tre and he pulled into a quick kiss that turned into multiple quick kisses all over your face. “That’s our son, our amazing, talented son.” He spoke and you giggled, grabbing your purse and heading out of the stadium.

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It took forever to get out, mainly because you kept trying to convince Tre you guys would get food on the way home. When you finally made it out you went off to the side, catching a few of the players going back to their buses or going to their cars with their family.

You spotted Zion first, a smile appearing on your face again. As you got closer you slowed to a stop, noticing a girl that was surely not Cammy, Zion’s girlfriend. You tilted your head and Tre finally noticed. “That isn’t Cammy right?” You shook your head.

Tre nodded, “Okay, good. Thought I missed something.” You rolled your eyes at him before focusing on your son, letting the two of them finish talking. You got closer though. Close enough to hear. “You did great out there, Z.” Your son adjusted the strap on his shoulder. “Thanks, Lana. Hard work paid off.” He smiled but it faltered slightly when Lana places her hand on his arm.

“How about we go grab something to eat, spend some time together.” Zion chuckled but shook his head. “I don’t think Cammy will like that.” Lana laughed softly and Zion took a small step back to move her hand from his arm. “She’s probably off studying somewhere. She won’t even notice I’m sure, let’s just go for a bit.”

Tre moves to step forward, trying to allow an out for his son. You stopped him, placing a hand on his chest. You shook your head, eyes still on the interaction in front of you. “Don’t. I wanna see how he handles this...”

Tre stopped and looked at his son. “Yeah, well. Out of respect for my girlfriend, that I happen to really like, and our relationship as well as myself? I don’t really want to. Have a good night!” He waved at her, walking away towards you two.

You immediately engulfed him in a hug, kissing his cheek. “You did the right thing.” You mumbled and Tre hugged you both. “You really did. Plus, Lana doesn’t look like someone your mom would like.” You slapped Tre’s chest as he and your son laughed. Zion shrugged. “I really like Cammy and don’t wanna mess it up. Lana’s a nice girl, I guess. She’s just looking for affection in the wrong place.”

Zion looked to his father and Tre wore a knowing smile, vaguely remembering that conversation many years ago. “God, you sound like your father more and more every day. Let’s go get some food, boys.” You walked ahead of the two of them and Tre wrapped his arm around your son’s shoulder. “You did good, Kiddo.”

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[shaekingshitup]

Thank you!!! I'm so glad you liked it & I I highkey may have never written it without your request. Soo we gone call this one a team effort boo! (:

If you are accepting requests may I ask for a quarantine Trevante?

I don’t really do requests. But idk why not haha. 🤷🏿‍♀️ I did this one because I had an idea for this one in my head already. Sooo I hope you enjoy it!!

[shaekingshitup]

Hahaha.

From what I've been told, specific prayers matter. Don't be afraid to ask for what you want sis!

That line was one of my favorites too and it was taken from a song I adore.

I'm really glad you enjoyed this!! Cuz you know I was not about to write this at all. So, I'm glad someone enjoyed it. (:

If you are accepting requests may I ask for a quarantine Trevante?

I don’t really do requests. But idk why not haha. 🤷🏿‍♀️ I did this one because I had an idea for this one in my head already. Sooo I hope you enjoy it!!