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xaviermattthews · 5 months
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who: xavier matthews + vanessa gable // @vanessagable
where: x's los angeles aparment, circa april 2020
trigger warnings: drugs, cheating mention, .nsfw mention, alcohol
VAN --
It felt unnatural to keep something from Xavier. She was often more vulnerable with him than what she had ever been with any other person.
Which was part of the problem. And she knew that.
They often skirted talk about her husband, which is why the conversation about his career and what jobs he was booking never came up. She'd lived in the pretend of it for awhile -- that everything could somehow be sustainable even with change. And she had known X well enough and long enough to know that changed was never something he coped well with.
But she was leaving in two days. She couldn't put it off any longer.
For lack of any other offering she could think of, she arrived knocking on his door with a bottle of the most expensive tequlia she could find in hand.
And a rock in her stomach.
X --
A knock on the door and X's head immediately sprang up to look at the back of it from where he sat on the couch neatly cutting lines with his credit card. Had he texted for more white? He probably had and had forgotten after he got distracted by the burst of inspiration he had that was scribbled in almost incomprehensible letters in his notebook.
With his shirt fully unbuttoned where it hung on his body, he put his credit card down and got up and walked around the coffee table to open the door.
It wasn't his dealer, but it was a much better surprise.
"Baby," He greets with the kind of smile he only got when he's gotten more into a bottle of Hennessy than he should have. His arm hooked around her shoulders to usher her into his place and to draw her into his body so he could kiss her forehead and her temple and the side of her face in an onslaught of affection before he releases her so he could wander back inside.
"What you doing here?" X asked as he collapsed back down onto the couch, slumped in how he sat with both his arms held out in a beckon for her to come join him -- across the room was too far for his liking.
VAN --
The utterance of 'baby' makes her stomach twist as much as his smile does -- because she knows that smile. It means he's been using for an hour at least and had a round of shots all to himself.
She should have told him she was coming. She should have asked him to be sober when she got there. She shouldn't have brought tequlia. She should have done all of this two weeks ago.
She's grateful that he can't see her face as he's kissing over it -- she'd never much had a poker face. Especially not with him.
Van's eyes follow him as he makes his way back from the couch, still wearing her denim jacket as she sets the bottle down on the table. It's impossible to look anywhere but the white lines, but she fights the urge she feels to swipe her had across them and scatter them to the wind. She had a terrible feeling that he'd lick the remnants off of her fingers for the taste.
"Um, I need to talk to you," she starts, her fingers laced in front of her as she takes a breath and considers him, not moving from her spot across the room.
"How fucked up are you right now, X?" X --
When she places the bottle down, he instinctively sits forward to pick it up, inspecting the label. Tequila, not his favorite but it was at that moment because it was forty proof and in front of him.
He doesn’t open it, instead he places it back down as he looks across the room at her, trying to discern why she was across the room and not on his lap. Had he pissed her off somehow? Probably.
Everything was a little hazy to him right then.
“I’m not fucked up.” He tells her, even though the fact he couldn’t do another line then because they were having a conversation was starting to make him too aware of his own heartbeat.
“What do you want to talk about?”
VAN --
"I'm not fucked up."
How many times had she heard that one? How many sound checks had he'd stumbled into? How many times she'd picked him up off a green room floor? How many times with his mouth against hers and she tasted something too chemical?
Enough times. Enough to know a lie when she sees it.
She shakes her head slightly to herself. There's no way this goes well or even halfway well. But if she tries to wait for a moment where he's sober she could be waiting years or until the day he dies.
Van bends down to pick up the bottle of tequlia, she pulls out the stopper with a heavy sigh and takes a mouthful and swallows it clean before putting it back down.
"Um. Lee got a job. A big one. Lead in a new series based on some James Patterson shit. For Netflix. He quit the soap."
X --
X’s mood instantly sours at the mention of her husband, the man an ever present figure in the background of his mind whenever he was around Van. Easily ignored, but still there.
“Am I supposed to say congratulations?”
He tended not to say anything about him if he could help it, he was rarely nice on the topic.
VAN --
"No," Van says through a frown, brows furrowed as she looks at him and crosses her arms over her chest.
Even getting him to acknowledge the man she'd been married to for over a decade was treated with the same amount of dread and distate as being sat for a root canal; it seemed the longer she knew X the more petulant he became about someone else having the audacity of knowing her first.
"But it's filming in Toronto. And it's a six month shoot. And I'm gonna go with him."
X --
There was silence in the immediate aftermath of her news, one that stretched on for an eternity though it count by have been more than a few seconds.
Then he laughed.
The sound was mirthless, devoid of any joy as his mind tried to find where he thought she thought the punchline was in her words because that’s what it had to be. A joke.
“You’re not going to fucking Canada, Van.” He tells her, sitting forward again so he could reach for the tequila, this time he was taking the top off and taking a swig of it.
“Coming in here saying stupid shit like that like we ain’t got gigs lined up.”
VAN --
There's absolutely no comfort brought by the sound of his lap, the line between her brow only growing deeper as his tone follows.
She doesn't know if she's annoyed or worried.
Annoyance takes the drivers seat.
"I am going to Canada. In two days," she adds, posture unmoving and tone more defiant than what she'd initially planned.
"The label knows and they're sending in a sub bassist until September."
X --
X’s hand lifts to his face, rubbing his eye as he found himself the sudden victim of a migraine of sorts. He places the bottle down at his feet and then looks to his bandmate, his expression that of simmering rage.
“You’re bailing on us to go follow your husband to Canada for his job?”
He was trying to follow the threads here, but so far the picture they displayed wasn’t making much sense.
VAN --
She narrows her gaze at him.
"I'm not following him. I'm going with him."
Her tone is becoming more firm and less contrite.
"And I am not bailing. I am taking a break, Xavier."
X --
Now she was starting to grate on him.
His attention diverts to the lines he carved out that were still on the table, the rolled up 100 dollar bill he had been using now picked back up and re-rolled so he could use it as an aid while he leaned over and snorted the closest one to him with little residue left behind.
He places the bill down again and straightens up, wiping his nose with his thumb before he’s looking at her again, a little more wild-eyed before.
“If you fuck off to Canada for six months you better not think you’re going to come back here and still be a member of this band.”
VAN --
He couldn't do it. He couldn't have one single real conversation with her without having having to literally put a line in the middle of it.
And she finds the worst part is is that she doesn't stop him. She knows she can't -- she just watches him do it, like watching a car wreck happen from three lanes away.
"It's just a break," she repeats to him, her voice remaining even but grounded. "We've been on tour for the better part of the year. I need a break and I need to spend time with my family…"
X --
That wired feeling he likes that takes over his whole body felt like too much when he was faced with a waking nightmare — losing her.
He could deal with anything but that.
“So we’re not your fucking family now?” X asked, on his feet suddenly, his hand movements erratic as he ranted.
“You want a fucking break while we’re on the verge of our big one. We’re so fucking close to it and you want a sub to step in so you can be a full time wife.”
It makes his skin crawl to think about the two of them together, and it would be all he could think about the entire time she would be gone.
“That’s fucking pathetic, V. You can see that, right?”
VAN --
"That's not what I fucking mean and you know that," she argues when he puts words into her mouth, gaze following his abrupt movements as suddenly he's up from the couch.
As if the band hadn't been what had kept her afloat the last several years. As if it wasn't where she was at her happiest and most proud. As if she hadn't poured just as much of herself into it as he had.
She takes in a long breath through her nose and squares her jaw.
"It's not pathetic to want to be happy with my husband. There's nothing wrong with that. You just have a fuckin vendetta…"
X --
“You tryna be happy with your husband every time you let me make you cum?”
It’s a low blow and he knows it as soon as he says it, but he doesn’t apologize because he never has before and he isn’t about to start now.
She was integral to everything Submergence was, everything he was, and he had never had to truly contend with the idea of her not being there.
His pacing was as sloppy and out of time as he was, only coming to a halt when he was stood directly in front of her. It was then that he takes her face in his hands, his hold gentle as it always was when he touched her.
“Please, baby. Please. Don’t fucking do that. I don’t know how to do this without you. I don’t know how to be me without you. He doesn’t need you, we do. I do.”
VAN --
It's not that what he says isn't fair or unearned -- he's in the right on both fronts on that.
But he's never used their affair against her as a slight, or made her seem horrible about it as she often felt -- not outside of songs, at least. It stings and it shows on her face, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she looks away from him.
Her face is only brought back to him by the guidance of his hands, her jaw still clenched stubbornly to keep her lips for quivering.
It isn't fair for him to call her baby right now.
"You don't need me. You just said I'd be out of the fucking band if I go. So you must think you can get on just fine, huh?"
X --
He leans down as she speaks, his forehead pressing to hers gently as they exchange warring words. X had never cared much about how combative he could be, he was always someone who found some thrill in the battle, but it was hard not to hurt himself in the process when his opponent was Van.
They had always been on the same team.
“You know that’s not true. I know you know that. Stay.”
VAN --
"How am I supposed to know that's not true, you just fucking said it…"
Her voice is hollowed, a far cry from the soul she usually sings in when she's at the mic backing him up.
There's still hurt in her eyes as she looks up at him, their foreheads togethers as her breath shakes.
"Stay. Stay and do what, X?" she questions, her voice low and between them. "Hmm? Stay and watch you do another line?"
X --
His shoulders tense at her final question, his thumb stroking against her jaw as his face lifts from hers and he takes a step back from her, oscillating between anger and hurt at a speed so rapid he couldn’t dissociate the two.
“It’s s fucking line, Van. Don’t make it sound like it’s something it’s not.” There was an unspoken agreement in the band — don’t mention X’s using. He never took it well, no matter what kind of place it was coming from.
“Fucking coming over here acting like you can tell me how I’m supposed to be living when you’re about to throw everything away for the same motherfucker who’s been weighing you down since you were a teenager. Least I can do another line if I want to. You can’t do another fucking life.”
VAN --
"You're doing coke in your apartment alone at 9 pm on a Tuesday, so maybe it's exactly how it sounds," she says, eyes still on his as he pulls himself back from her.
She knows she's struck a nerve in him -- one that she'd previously been protecting. She's made so many excuses over the years for the way he used, she's tried to put herself between him and the highs as if she could be the more alluring and safe option than whatever pills or needles he could get his hands on.
Van realizes with a feeling of sinking that she's probably only further pained him and made everything worse. Having but not having her killing him just as much.
"He doesn't weigh me down," Van argues, even when in her gut she knows that he's right. But it's like him and his vices, and she rationalizes herself around it the way trees in the forest do when there's an abandoned car or bike in their way.
"When you're married you make sacrifies. You give shit up when you love someone," she swallows hard, hurt on the edges of her next words.
"You only love one thing that much, so I don't expect you to understand it."
X --
“Fuck you.” X says without hesitating, the bite in his delivery as deliberate as he was when he had been cutting the very lines she was judging him for. He’s a little unsteady on his feet as he makes a swipe for his box of cigarettes that was open on the coffee table, taking one from it and tossing the box back where he got it before he held it between his lips to light it.
He needs to fill his lungs with something other than air, to prove to himself there was something in his chest other than the hollowness he feels at the conversation at hand, at the fact he would lose her to another country and to a man who could live a hundred life times and not deserve her in a single one of them.
( There was no man more qualified than him to make that observation — it was true for him too. )
“You’re right though, I don’t understand. I don’t understand how you can be as good as you are at what you do and still be unwilling to be great. Because you’ll never be that with him dragging you down. One foot in this world, one foot in his. Half the focus, half the talent, half a person. Who the fuck are you, Van? Do you even know?” His question is asked around an exhale as he breathes out cigarette smoke, his stare locked on her from across the room. Even then, she’s too far away, yet he’s supposed to be able to stomach her in another country.
“Because right now, I don’t. You’re just some guy’s wife. It’s pathetic and it’s beneath you. And if that’s what you want to be, if that’s all you are, get the fuck out of this apartment, get on that plane and lose my fucking number. Have fun playing house, and when the house comes down on you and you realise you made a shitty call, don’t come knocking. Bassists aren’t hard to come by, we’ll be just fine. I’ll be just fine.”
VAN --
"Fuck you, too," Van bites right back without a moment's breath, like a reflex in spite of the fact that her voice rarely holds that kind of venom for anyone -- especially him.
She watches him with her jaw heavily set, biting on the inside of her lower lip as her eyes keep a narrow gaze on his movements.
Vanessa Gable feels everything from the heart, but in this moment she'd rather draw her own blood than give him the satisfaction of her tears.
Even when he's making her feel a foot tall.
Even when he's right.
"Do you even know?!" she shouts at him incredulously, the force of the words taking her a step forward.
"Because for the last three months you haven't looked me in the eye, X, you've fucking looked through them. This is the first time you've listened to a word I've had to say in weeks. We don't even fucking play together anymore because every fucking gig of the last leg has turned into the Xavier Matthews ego hour. And the last time you fucked me you didn't give a single fuck that it was me. You weren't even on the same fucking planet as me, there wasn't a fucking thing in your eyes and I -- I haven't ever felt that fucking used in my entire life so I think you've forgotten who the fuck I am, too."
She inhales sharply, eyes dead on him.
"So you know what? I'll be pathetic. And while we're at it, mark me down as a coward -- because if this is the path you're going to keep going down then I can't fucking walk it with you. I won't. I'm not gonna stay here and watch you run your fucking genius into the absolute waste that you seem to be aiming for."
X --
“There. That.”
X says with a point of his index finger at her, her words bringing about epiphanies in real time for him. The syllables feels like a scalpel to him, a phantom incision that slices from stomach to sternum until he’s nothing more than spilled guts on the floor.
“We’re not on the same planet. You can’t even comprehend where I’m at, what I’m aiming for.”
X thought he was clever enough to not befall the same fate as Icarus — he wouldn’t fly too close to the sun, he would become it instead.
A band that revolved around him, a fan base that found illumination in the light he cast, ambition that burned brighter than any open flame.
He was the fucking sun.
He had it all figured out. He had himself all figured out.
He never factored in Vanessa Gable.
The scorched earth that he would have to leave in his wake had never been a factor he cared about until it became her. Until it was soft hands and kisses that had meaning and talent that was enviable even to him. Until it became a feeling that was bigger than he was.
She’s all he wants to hold even though he knows she’ll turn to ash in hands if she stayed.
“If I’m that hard to be around, if you think I’m just a dead end road, go. You want to know why I’ll always choose the drugs over you? Because they choose me back. You never did. You never will. So you’re right. You are a fucking coward. So run back to your husband, to your marriage, to what’s easy and expected of you and when I win a Grammy and I’m stood there thinking who to thank I’ll look back on this moment and I’ll be so sincere when I say your name because I’ll be eternally grateful for the only good thing you ever did for me and that’s you getting the fuck out of my life.”
VAN --
She used to be able to tell when he would say something he really meant -- she could be laser-eyed and find the truest sentiment in the layers of bullshit he displayed to the world. She could find it in his lyrics and his rambling on-stage speeches, and in everything he ever said to her when it was just the two of them locked up in a hotel suite.
And even when she didn't agree, she always believed.
And now the waters are more foggy under the layers of mixed substances -- it's harder to tell anymore if there's a difference in what he's saying now or things he's felt all along. But the unwavering conviction is there, so it must be true.
And maybe he's right. Maybe this is the best thing she's ever done for him. Maybe she's been the selfish one all along.
Her head hangs in defeat a moment, amber hair curtaining her face as she sniffs sharply and wipes her eyes, nodding to herself before she brings her eyes back up to him.
There's tears in her eyes and a forced smile of pure heartbreak, making a last-ditch effort to give them both a goodbye that they could live with.
"I really hope you get that, Xavier," she tells him, and while her voice is hoarse and wavering, the sentiment is sincere.
"I look forward to being a footnote in your story."
With that, she turns and makes her way out of his door, closing it calmly behind her so as to not cause any further intrusion into his life.
She'd clearly done enough.
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ladyseidr · 6 months
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The bingo card has me thinking about shipping with Henry. The few relationships he has before marriage (and possibly including his marriage, depending on portrayal) are all fine: mostly healthy, relatively normal, don't work out for fairly typical reasons. But most of all, they involve very likeminded people. Introverted, mostly playing it safe, etc. But the predominant thing that can drive him fucking wild is someone outside of that scope. I listed "thrilling" on the bingo, and that's sort of what I was getting at. Attractive person + thrill = a very infatuated Henry. Combine this with the person being a man—Henry doesn't (by default) explore his sexuality until after his marriage (either post-divorce or uh. before that.)—and you get an even more head-over-heels Henry. Henry isn't a huge risktaker (minus some exceptions regarding business), so somebody who is and encourages that within Henry can really light a fire under him. Volatile, quick-burning, passionate relationships (particularly if they're both sexual and romantic) can bring out an entirely different side of him. He is absolutely capable of getting into toxic dynamics—mutually, for the most part—and will not complain. Obviously a lot of this makes it really obvious why he's so prone to getting involved with William—he fits right into Henry's definition of "thrilling," no matter how reluctant he'd be to actual say that out loud. While we're at it (happy sinday lmao), this more than slightly extends to sex. This man has had nothing but vanilla sex prior to marriage and (again, by default) only explored beyond that some in his marriage. Anybody who is willing to explore his masochistic side and really explore kink can drive him up the wall.
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theloveinc · 1 year
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do u think if deku cheated on u all might would let u fuck
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ihatebnha · 2 years
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lmaooo bkg thinking he's gonna make you mad bc he makes your sim whore around but he honestly cannot physically make your sim self be with other sims it makes him SICK!!!! literally the definition of shaking screaming crying throwing up. even tho it's a game 😭😭
sadjfajsdh not to be ooc as fuck, but you know those like... memes or videos where dudes are crying and whoever is recording doesn't believe them?
LMFAO that's bakugo even thinking about you cheating. Gets all weepy and shit like you're not just playing a video game, and tries to deny the fact that his cheeks are all red and his eyes are raw.
you try to tell him (while giggling) that it's just a game and you'd never, and he's asking why you're so eager lmfaoooo. It's terrible to realize you actually upset him LOOOL.
either that, or he's burning the computer and........... idk which is more worse.
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devilsmenu · 11 months
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@vcndetta - Jamie & Amara cont. from here because beta editor
"That's fucked up, I'm not gonna lie to you. But he was the one that was married not you. Plus he used both of you, you shouldn't blame yourself".
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bitchboyblonde · 8 months
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Jeffrey standing there butt naked with another woman (Millie) on his wedding night like: IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE----
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incendiorum-arch · 1 year
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hm. ok. so! io's trust issues and the reasons behind some of their inevitable thoughts/concerns/etc:
their parents obviously fucked them up big time. io's perception of being loved is skewed beyond belief because of this. if you nudge them enough about it io will admit that they believe being loved can be retracted at will - i.e. someone they love can decide they don't love io back depending on how they feel/if they're upset with io/etc.
col. col. I think that's just... harsh. if iovita couldn't trust the son that they raised and loved then who CAN you trust, you know?
avice is another nasty reason. both for the love thing (she was rather... harsh and uncaring about io's trauma) and also because she was often leaning emotionally/heavily on someone else in a romantic way, and when her and io left each other, she went to that someone else immediately after. it's still kind of fresh wound in terms of io's fragile, fragile trust, too.
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doctordonovan · 1 year
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 wishlist;     honestly I feel like maeve needs her heart broken more often.  and I don’t mean this as a purely angsty thing   -   it’s just fascinating how maeve reacts to feeling hurt,  or lost.  
when she loves,  she gives her all,  but she’s still very much her.  quiet and true and observant.  so the emotional consequences of people pushing her too far?  be it cheating   (  emotional or physical  ),   be it a toxic relationship like with bobby,  be it people pushing her away to protect her...
maeve is always ready to leave first,  before the other person asks her to.  foster care taught her her time with others will always be limited by how useful she is and how well she fits into the role for them.  so her staying and then the other person messing up and breaking her heart?? fascinating.
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life experiences.
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killed someone under orders | had someone killed on their orders | killed someone in self-defense | spared someone’s life | invented something | been hungover | kissed someone | slow-danced | been in a long-term relationship | had sex | had sex and regretted it | had a one-night stand | had a threesome | experimented with their sexuality | had a kid | adopted a kid | wanted to have a family with someone | done something on impulse they regretted | gone traveling | had a bounty put on them | eaten an insect | been groped by a stranger | been groped by someone they know | been dumped | dumped someone | smoked | gotten high | flirted with someone to get free drinks | put someone in a headlock | won a bet | lost a bet | forgiven someone who wronged them | indulged in petty revenge | hallucinated | has a noticeable physical defect | gotten a noticeable scar | been permanently disfigured through injury | kneed someone in the groin | had an unattainable crush | laughed themself to the point of tears | been kidnapped | been brainwashed/hypnotised | had a recurring nightmare | been bullied | bullied someone | experienced survivor’s guilt | been tied/chained up | given someone a massage | received a massage | been backed up against a wall | shot someone | stabbed someone | saved someone’s life | cheated on someone | been cheated on | been in an open relationship | had a friendship with benefits | been in a queerplatonic relationship | had a stalker | been betrayed | been a traitor | been possessed | been in a bar fight | been thrown out of a bar | been arrested | broken out of jail | been to a funeral | been to a brothel | had surgery | broken someone’s trust | broken someone’s heart | had their heart broken | broken/damaged something out of anger | broken/damaged something out of spite | gotten a piercing | gotten a tattoo | used a fake name | been beaten up | been tortured/tortured others | been abused | been blackmailed | gotten away with a crime | framed someone else for a crime they committed | shared a bed platonically | been in love | suffered from sleep paralysis | been forced to flee their home | learned a new language | joined a rebellion | fought on the losing side of a war | fought on the winning side of a war | became a godparent | became an aunt/uncle
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nghtmarish · 13 days
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@leagueofdccm ; negan : forehead ; a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection. different ways to kiss someone ; always accepting.
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    𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭  𝐬𝐨  𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛,   unsure  of  what  exactly  to  say  or  do  now  that  her  worst  fears  had  been  confirmed.   she  had  told  negan  when  she  had  her  tests,  as  much  as  she  wanted  to  kick  his  ass  out  for  what  he  was  doing,  screwing  around  on  her,  she   𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝   him  and  wanted  his  support  in  this  moment.   they  had  their  daughter  to  worry  about  and  she  needed  him  to  be  the  best  dad  she  knew  he  could  be  whilst  she  was  faced  this   -   pancreatic  cancer.   she  had  been  on  the  other  end,  telling  parents  that  their  little  ones  were  going  to  have  the  toughest  battle  ahead  of  them  and  she  saw  the  way  it  broke  them  apart.   now  she  had  to  do  the  reverse,  she  had  taken  in  the  news,  told  her  husband  and  now  had  to  face  telling  tilly  what  was  going  on.   lucille  always  told  her  daughter  that  they  don't  hide  anything  from  each  other,  as  a  family  they  are  open  and  honest  with  each  other,  they  don't  keep  secrets.   just  because  negan  was  happy  to  do  that,  not  that  it  was  a  big  secret  since  she  was  aware  of  what  was  happening,  but  she  couldn't  confront  him  right  now,  she  just  had  to    𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭   that  he  would  stop  now  that  they  were  possibly  facing  the  hardest  thing  they  have  ever  had  to  face.
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    𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐛𝐞𝐝,   just  thinking  about  everything  and  she  was  wondering  what  was  her  best  option  here.   it  had  been  hard  enough  with  negan  struggling  with  his  own  issues  right  now,  leaving  her  to  handle    𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   on  her  own  and  she  would  do  it  because  he  was  her  person,  the  love  of  her  life.   but  that  didn't  mean  when  she  found  out  about  his  cheating  antics  that  didn't  hurt,  it  cut  deep  and  to  find  that  out  when  she  had  been  trying  to  figure  out  what  was  wrong  with  her  healthwise,  it  could  cause  her  to  fall  apart.   but  she  had  to  be    𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠,   not  just  for  herself,  for  tilly  and  still,  despite  not  really  deserving  it,  negan.   lucille  wouldn't  give  up,  she  would  fight  this,  overcome  it  and  be  there  for  her  family.   she  was  trying  to  face  the  idea  of  her  own  mortality  and  it  was  hard  to  focus  on  anything  else  right  now.   not  that  she  was  happy  with  the  idea  of  her  husband  sleeping  with  someone  else,  she  really  didn't  have  the  time  or  energy  to  fight  him  on  this.   she  just  had  to  hope  now  this  was  happening,  he  would  actually  do  the    𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭   thing.
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    𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞  𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭  𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦  𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫  𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧,   knowing  that  she  still  had  a  few  hours  before  tilly  would  be  home  from  school.   negan  comes  and  kneels  beside  her  side  of  her  bed,  brown  eyes  meeting  his  and  she  sighs  softly,   "   thank  you  for  coming  with  me  today.   i  just   .   .   .   i  needed  you  to  understand  what's  happening,    "   lucille  admitted,  hand  moving  to  reach  out  and  take  one  of  his,  her  grip  tight  as  she  tried  to  ground  herself.   she  had  gotten  him  to  come  to  the  doctor's  appointment  so  that  she  didn't  have  to  try  and  explain  it  to  him,  she  didn't  know  if  she  would've  been  able  to.   nothing  was  going  to  stop  her  from  fighting,  she  didn't  give  up  and  she  would  show  both  negan  and  tilly  that  was  how  they  would  always  be.   as  a  family,  they  didn't  give  up  and  she  was  no  exception  to  that.   but  as  hard  as  she  had  felt  it  had  been  to  tell  negan  what  was  going  on,  she  knew  it  was  going  to  be  even  harder  to  tell  their  eleven  year  old  daughter  what  was  happening.   lucille's  eyes  closed  briefly  for  a  moment  as  he  pressed  a  kiss  to  her  forehead,  leaving  her  heart  both  racing  and  breaking  at  the  same  time.   how  could  he  both  devastate  her  and  make  her  feel  so  loved  at  the  same  time?   she  tried  to  give  him  a  small  smile,   "   don't  you  get  soft  on  me,  old  man.   i  need  you  right  now,  tilly's  gonna  need  us   .   .   .   we've  got  this.   i'm  not  giving  up  and  neither  should  you,    "
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b4rredteeth · 8 months
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❤ & 💞 (for benny)
❤ - What's something you feel like your muse needs to work on for a relationship to happen or for a relationship to be healthy? Do you think that's possible? Or is it something that'll likely never happen?
EVERYTHING. Mostly his chaos theory and himself. I think it's possible, but it will be a long road because he has lived live a certain way that has muddled the waters a lot. He wants chaos, and a solid relationship isn't chaos enough for him. He's also never had a relationship where he wasn't cheating on the person he was with. He needs to accept that someone might actually want to spend time with him for him, and that not everyone who he's with is bound to leave him eventually. It's going to take a special someone to at least set him down the road to that improvement.
💞 - Would your muse ever be opened to a polyamorous or open relationship?
Far too open. He'd think he wants it, and that it would work best for him. I'm not so sure.
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grcycosmcs · 9 months
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*&*  –  was that [ melisa pamuk ]  ?  oh no no , that was just [ snow white ] , a [ canon character ] from [ the wolf among us / fables ]. they are [ five hundred+ / thirty ] years old , use [ she / her ] ,  &  [ are ] aware that they are not actually from washington dc.
B A S I C S .
dc arrival : december 2021
current occupation : city administrator
last canon point : wolf among us
pronouns : she/her
memory status : unaffected
I N F O R M A T I O N .
full name : snow white
nicknames : none
age : thirty ( 500+ )
birthday : august 28
homeplace : forest, homelands
previous location : fabletown, ny
native language : unspecified
traits : decisive, uptight, caring, private, assertive
C A N O N  T I D B I T S .
more strictly canon information can be found by clicking the wiki linked at the bottom.
she & her twin sister were raised in the homelands, a location filled with storybook characters, until it was invaded.
with the help of the big bad wolf, the sisters made it into the 15th century of the mundane world, where a community for the refuges was formed, & they went their separate ways.
she went on to become the assistant to the deputy mayor of their fabletown, and at one point helped the wolf, who was now sheriff, solve the crime that raked the city.
B I O G R A P H Y .
this includes canon information, as well as headcanons. this contains SPOILERS.
along with her fraternal twin sister, snow lived a happy childhood in a small cottage within the forest, despite their father being murdered when they were infants. however, when snow was ordered dead to keep a prince from marrying her, her mother faked the youth's drowning & sent her to secretly live with her aunt. her aunt eventually grew envious of her beauty though, & another call for snow's death was made. instead of killing her, the huntsman allowed her to live in the woods, where she suffered years of abuse until she was eventually found & tricked into a coma by her aunt. she was found & her consciousness was restored by prince charming, who she went on to marry. after being given private fencing lessons as a wedding gift, she sought revenge on the men who abused her in those woods, & her husband framed another to protect her before revealing her sister was found. her fraternal twin was invited to live with them, but being that she had grown made at snow, she used this time to seduce an affair with prince charming.
snow soon found out about the cheating, leading to her demanding a divorce & disowning her sister. despite the tensions this event caused between the women though, the two fled together toward the new world when the homelands were eventually attacked. however, they were captured on their journey, only to be surprisingly helped along by the big bad wolf. the two make it through the gate to what was known as new amsterdam, later new york, in the mundane world. now living in the 15th century, snow worked as part of the government as they created a new community for fables called fabletown, filling the role of an assistant to deputy mayor crane. after a couple of centuries, snow went out in search of the big bad wolf to offer an item that gave him the ability to shapeshift, allowing him to live as a human named bigby in the new world. here, he became sheriff, which meant that snow spent some time working alongside him over the next few centuries before she ended up here.
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A D D I T I O N A L   N O T E S .
i have not read the comics, so she is based off of the game & much of what i've read from her wikis. however, i do now own the first few volumes of the books, so i may eventually update her memories accordingly. it remains to be seen.
snow arrived without her memories, but she regained them when she was killed by jin guangyao during an event in june 2023. she had initially believed that her real name was beyza coşkun but that she was living under the name of snow white after moving to get away from an ex-fiance. more about her previous false life can be found here.
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monstershearts · 1 year
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014. Detail one secret shame your character feels.
Question Time! | Anon
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Spoilers for Scream and Scream 3!
Until Roman showed up and told him about his dad’s affair with Maureen Prescott, Billy secretly thought that he was the reason why his parents fought and divorced, and that he might have somehow driven his mother out of Westboro. He carried that shame deep inside him for several months, but it turned into bloodthirsty rage when he found out what his dad did. In my modern verses for him, Billy’s greatest shame is that he let Roman goad him and take advantage of that rage.
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ihatebnha · 2 years
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I must confess something…I like cheater fics. More specifically when my favorite character cheats on their wife or husband to be with me…does that make me a terrible person?
!!! NO that doesn't make u a terrible person, however, i wonder........... are cheater fics still cheater fics if you're not the one being cheated on???
cuz i sorta vaguely remember like... way back when, there being a debate about cheating angst and how writing specifically about reader cheated on is DIFFERENT than someone else being cheated on for u.
and i only bring that up because i feel like... it's truly a different angst level when ur not the one being hurt. not that ur NOT allowed to enjoy... being cheated on in fics too (bc i do like a good angst like that every once in a while, but) to regularly enjoy that??? NEEDA BE STRONG!!!!!!
anyway, back to the main point LOOL. i don't think ur a bad person for this :>>> often part of what's so enjoyable abt that trope is when the other person is kinda unbearable so it feels like it's not really cheating so much as just... doing the inevitable asdkjfasdjkf
but as long as u understand (which i'm sure u do, i'd just feel bad if i didnt say it), real life is NOT that simple and cheaters are bad!!! then i think ur fine <333
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devilsmenu · 1 year
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@hiddenpxpercuts - Viscount & Lorna
“If somebody i was still in love with was getting serious with somebody else i’d be pretty upset too. Like, I really was, my ex broke me at the altar and even have the audacity of telling me he was into someone else, it was a long time now but still stings, and we do get along nowadays, but is hard to trust someone after something like this”.
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zaina-castillo · 2 years
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What’s a relationship deal breaker for you?
“Cheating, if you cheat on me then there is no going back.”
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