#edge x reader

RANDY ORTON

•A journey and relationship that only the strongest of soldiers could handle until he actually calmed the hell down. Which was only around you oddly enough. You’ll see him acting up behind your back, so you just stand behind him with your arms crossed or hands on your hips until the person he’s yelling at starts to just stare at you awkwardly. “ What the hell are you lookin’ at— oh. Hi, baby.” No no no, continue what you were doing Randal. What’s all that yelling for? What was that all about, hm? Went from sounding like a damn drill sergeant to Prince Edward…from Enchanted. Wait, drill sergeant? Mhhhh….yikes

•Incredibly handsy, I’m sorry for those who don’t like physical touch. If you tell him your boundaries then he’s just lingering around you. It looks like you’re walking your dog whenever you’re around him. If you’re fine with that then he always has his arm around your shoulders, waist, or hip. If you’re wearing your good jeans then his hand will be in your back pocket.

•No matter what, he looks bigger than you. I’m sorry to my tall babes but honey, Randy is bigger than you no matter what. His weight is primarily muscle too so what the actual fuck. You’ll be in the gym, checking yourself out then comes Randal’s big ass behind you. Flexing like he’s on the ropes, cameras flashing. I too would walk away because why is your big ass here?

•Shows you off WAAAAAAAAYYY too loud. If you’re both wrestlers and dating within the storyline, okay fine. That’s part of his character to be cocky as shit. Then we have the fact that kayfabe doesn’t exist to him…yea. If he’s not following you like a big ass lost dog, then he’s trying to find ways to pick you up and carry you around. Do you let him? No. You’re in your workplace. If you don’t work with WWE, then you aren’t tryna get jumped by some fuckass fan girls. However, when you’re out on a walk or having a date then fine. Maybe for a block then he’ll put you down. You check your device when you get home to see the fuckass paparazzi caught you two.

•Because of that, he’s always talking about you with his boys. Annoys them but also gives them slight peace of mind because you managed to calm him down. Still a shit head but then someone mentions you. Eyes softening, the biggest and dopiest smile on his face.

•The funniest person you know and he doesn’t even know he’s funny. A natural comedian or do the comedic moments just find him.

•Just know that your laugh is one of his favorite parts about you. If you’re having a shitty day, he will purposely up the levels until he hears your laugh. He doesn’t even need to ask you about your day, Randy sees your tense body language. You hate your laugh? Too bad, the entire cafeteria needs hear you. Purposely adding onto whatever he’s telling you until you’re sliding out of your seat cackling. Your smile is better than the vitamin D the sun provides.

•Be nice to him, he’s not nice to anyone for real. If you show him kindness, then Randy shall show everyone else kindness. You two get into an argument? Well shit, everyone hide and be on your best behavior. Especially cause your dating a nepo baby times 2. We know Randy can hold a grudge but if YOU can? TAKE COVER!

•In the worst yet best 2020 softboi UwU fashion (I just fucking gagged, oh my lanta. I am so sorry. Let’s all take a lap) he loves to be the kisser. Being the kisse is fine. Especially before a match so he has you marked up on him, more importantly if you’re his ‘manager.’ Backstage interviews, he’s damn there trying to give you a hickey and is traumatizing the interviewer. Trying your best to push Randy off but, again, he’s too damn big. CAN I ANSWER THIS QUESTION IN PEACE? Or, he corners you in a dark hallway if you’re just staff at WWE. Now, you’re walking around with a hickey on your neck. No change of clothes in sight. Either gotta see Vince or Steph with a report or walk down the ramp with a purple neck. Opponent giving you an odd yet sincerely concerned look. You are a victim.

•You’re spoiled rotten. Even if you’re decent or horrendous at accepting gifts, turn that frown upside down. At first, it was things that he THOUGHT you liked. What his cocky ass associates told him but when he saw the fake looks of happiness and lack of use of said items, he secretly returned them. Replacing them with things you love and would actually wear. Because no, Randal, I don’t wear this metal I wear THIS. Love the effort but that’s not true effort. He also used to get you HIS favorite snacks for you. Now, cheat days are now in agreement of where to go. RKO starts to get you YOUR favorite snacks too. You two are window shopping and you’re staring at a piece for too long. Then you try it on but look at the price time with the most “yikes” expression on earth. $$$ are just pieces of change to him.

•Secretly helps you. You’re running late? Somehow your bags and morning drink are already made. But Randy is fast asleep? How did you not hear a big ass man— you don’t even worry about it, YOU HAVE TO GO. Hangry? A snack to hold you over randomly appears in front of you. How in the world…? Even during a match (if you wrestle), you’re in a tag and he’s your ‘manager.’ Ref is distracted by you and you by them. All of a sudden, THE OPPOSITION’S TAG PARTNER IS DOWN? Looking around to see Randy still by your corner. How the hell did that bitch move so fast? Even when he does “help” you, he does it the night before at times. Like making sure your keys are in your bag plus other essentials. Never taking the Medal of Honor for it until he has to bring it up in a mock argument or something.

•Feels bad for his temper tantrums with you. People say “oh, he just gets a bit mad.” THIS IS A GROWN ASS, 6’5” MAN HAVING A TANTRUM LIKE HE’S 2’5” AND A QUARTER OF HIS AGE?? But, depending on how you respond, he’ll just sulk after 5 minutes. They don’t last long around you. Don’t put up with his B.F! HIS TOTAL BITCH FIT! Cause if you’re that type of bitch to call him out immediately? CUDOS TO YOOOUU. One thing he’s not about to do is embarrass you. Nepo baby or not, why the fuck are you acting like that over ice cream? Your year begins with 19 and you would’ve been about 3 years old when Stranger Things canonically started, tsiddahn.

•Also, congrats! You’re his babysitter along with Cody! Now, you and Cody have an unbreakable bond as well as a yearning for a cigarette. Having a cool look boyfriend was supposed to be fun. Why the hell are you and his damn there little brother now trying to pry him away from the near by explosives store because he saw a billboard about it— WHO LET HIM DRIVE? Gotta carefully maneuver your way to the nearest truck stop so someone BESIDES HIM can drive.

JEFF HARDY

•Takes inspiration from you in his art more often then not. He’ll ask you to name some colors. Once you do,— a while later— Jeff’ll come back like a proud kid. “Can I show you my new piece.” He has it flipped over behind his back, you say yes and he flips it over to show you. It’s better to just buy more canvases than have him almost make a new piece out of your favorite handbag. AND HIS STATUES? You have an aluminummy doppelgänger. Will he outright say it? No. He has better things to do like make more art for you. One day, on the porch during a crisp autumn day, sipping on whatever you had in your mug, realized that an aluminummy looks oddly like you. No amount of blinks will change how it looks, BITCH IT IS YOU!

•You’re part of his pre match ritual, whether you like it or not. Does his prayer, counts, drinks his energy drink but with his pushups, you’re on top of him. Either rambling about some idiotic thing Lita —or a different wrestler who you are close with— and you did or staying silent. Jeff prefers for you to be under him so he can kiss you each down. However, if you’re not there then you’ll probably be on call to count with him and say your wishes. Still doing an amazing match but he always feels something is missing. You.

•Can cook? The basics. And on the grill. But he’s a southern boy so to anyone’s heart is to their stomach. He’s not the best with his words and he doesn’t need you to kick him away. Jeff will come up to you with food, takeout or on an actual plate because he made it— it doesn’t really matter to him. So essentially—

•Acts of service and gift giving is his main love language. If it’s not that, then it’s quality time. He’ll fix a shelf in your home for you if he realizes that it’s too lose and wobbly or just be a shoulder you can cry on and a chest to scream into. If he’s not there, you look up on your wall to see the collage of his paintings that were inspired by you.

•Jeffrey is sadly still a Hardy. We’ve seen pictures of him with his family. That man can not put them hand pistols down so you often have to pop his hand down or hold it down whenever it’s NOT a photo for promo. He sort of looks like a sad puppy whenever you do that to him but he knows better. Put up a piece sign or some shit, damnit.

•He’s incredibly introverted and quiet in public but when he’s in his zone? Oh, we have seen how loud he is. But with you? It’s like you have quadruplets on a sugar rush but it’s just one man. You’ll be lying in bed, reading yourself to sleep, then you just hear shuffling. Okay…maybe he’s getting a snack but no there’s now a chord. Pearl Jam is belting out of that country boy’s throat with a guitar in hand as he saunters to the room like boy, it was too damn late for this.

•Therefore, you cuddle in bed quite frequently. More often than not, it’s so he doesn’t do anything stupid and you can actually get some sleep. If you pat his back or hum to him then he’ll most likely knock out in half the time. If that doesn’t work then just let him ramble until he falls asleep. Jeff doesn’t care if you’re big or little spoon, he just wants to feel you against him.

•Your dates are so spontaneously random but incredibly fun…most times. It’ll be the morning where you have some matches later that evening, but Jeff just shrugs and says “well, it’s the morning. We have time.” Sir? We have to go and rehearse plus work out— oh. Yea, he shushed you and just dragged you with him. Cheeky grin on his face too. Maybe you go to a park, abandoned theme park, or just the mall. Not even to buy anything, walking out with takeout or pretzels and a drink as if you guys don’t have money to get gear.

•Can’t stand fancy dinners. He gets bored easily. Of course, he will take you out on a proper date when necessary like anniversaries but besides that HE CANNOT DO IT. Closest thing you have most of the time is Waffle House or Cracker Barrel. If not that, you’ll just get random street food and wander around aimlessly while yapping. He isn’t cheap, it’s the experience that matters.

•Jeff and you saw a fight break out when you were eating after a Florida show, my goodness— kind of expected though. Y’all were with a few others, Matt included, so Jeff took his camera to start recording. That’s unoddly enough the only part of the night he remembered.

•A huge listener. He doesn’t seem to respond verbally. Only with a head nod or something so you’ll usually have to look at him whenever you’re talking. You’ll be yapping— hell, while you’re enhancing your culinary skills. Maybe over some business ventures or a hyperfixation, but it’s dead silent. You turn back to see those big, gorgeous green puppy dog eyes staring into your soul. Head nodding along. Smiling at him, giving a forehead kiss before going back to talking.

•You are his rock. A part of his soul. He’s already in and out, so please solidify him. Help him fight, he truly needs it right now. Also, don’t walk out on him, especially after an argument. Truthfully so, Jeff is a gentle soul. Like, the gentlest soul. He would purposely befriend a squirrel on the compound by giving it an acorn everyday then proceeding to give it almonds, cashews, and peanuts. Jeff means no harm, he’s just an idiot. A himbo? Big ol’ country himbo.

•Tried dying his chest hair…put the manic panic down. On some Michael Jackson’s Human Nature type shit. Having to gently push the dye out of his hand and lead him out the beauty supply.

•Seeing him motocross makes your heart stop sometimes because he truly doesn’t understand that the human body HAS LIMITS! Then, one day, you arrive at the Hardy Compound to see a volcano. Why. The. Fuck. Is. There. A. Volcano?

•Someone genuinely tried to flirt with Jeff like the Trish paddle segment. You tore that person up, Jeff was watching from the side. DO NOT FRET, HE DID TRY TO PULL YOU OFF…but no. He doesn’t wanna get yelled at. The fruit bar looks good though. Just go a little bit more left, okay? Break that table if you need. Thank you!

•The most handsy person when you guys are cuddling. He doesn’t even want to fuck, he just wants to be one. Like absorb you. Jeff either sleeps fully naked with you or is within your shirt/nightgown. No horny shit or anything, he just wants to be one and it’s highkey scary as all hell when you went to bed before him. Don’t hear him come in the room or anything, you just feel someone going into your shirt which makes you jump in absolute terror. All you see is hair glowing in the dark—oh. Hi, Jeff!

CODY RHODES

•If confusion and patience simultaneous was a person, it would be him. Codarius Rhodes is a man of the south…well, ATL so erm…anyways.

•Wasn’t expecting to get with you because he thought you were too good for him. If it’s the same on your side too? You guys are tiptoeing around each other. Awkward glances and flirts. His friends noticed and pushed you two together by force. Traveling together? EVERY SEAT IS TAKEN besides the one next to Cody. Randy takes your headphones somehow so now you have to converse and it was cute. Now you two are inseparable…bad. Chaos junkies and if you procreate, it’ll be chaos junkie on a million.

•Sounds a bit cliche but love to read you to bed. If he’s not doing his WWE duties (working out, interviews, meetings, etc etc), then he’s reading. But, he misses his pretty baby so he’d prefer to read with you near. Cody noticed that you ask him a lot of questions about what he’s reading because you miss him/want his attention. So, in compromise, he began to read to you. Laid up on his chest, crisp paper turns, and voice changes? This is for you AND the future (if you allow dickheads to be running around, of course).

•If y’all aren’t reading then you’re cuddling. Tangled up mess constantly. For those who are wrestlers, whenever you’re on the same tour bus then everyone knows where to find you guys. And Cody has decorum…7/10 of the time, but they do make sure to knock. No answer? They open the door to see you guys asleep. No one can really tell who’s big or little spoon nor know how you guys are comfortable in this position but it’s okay. You’ll figure it out when you guys have kinks in your necks and backs.

•Save him, he’s a stuttering bafoon around you. Cody’s lisp doesn’t help either since he’s now just full of odd mouth sounds. The luckiest in the world since he got that cute face, but you still make fun of him. Having this whole speech on how you glow but ended up stuttering. Now, he’s sulking on your shoulder as he’s repeating short complimented nts. “Beautiful.” “Golden.” “Diamond.” “Handsome.”

•Whenever there is free time, you two just have these oddly philosophical conversations. You realize that he isn’t that cocky nepo baby bonehead but someone who grew up quite rough and alone.

•The day you met his maternal family changed you. Forever. He never brings up he’s Cuban. You can always tell he wasn’t JUST of a European descent. But Y’know, he’s a white boy bred in America, maybe it’s the random indigenous “my great great aunt was a Cherokee/Navajo princess” shenanigans. No. Incorrect. He’s Cuban. It’s not like Cody is embarrassed either, people just shame him and think he’s one of those white people who want to be/feel special. Again, no. Cody is a white Latino. Meeting that side of the family was an amazingly wild experience that you absolutely needed at the end of the day. Now, you bring it up more often so he can feel more comfortable with telling others. Understanding his need to be so shy bit at the same time, embrace it. You are who you are, baby.

•Draws the line at you. Randy can be a dick to everyone in the world, Cody will just leave him to his bullshit. But if Randy starts fucking with you? Now, he has to step up. Of course, it’s based off you and Randy’s relationship. But when it’s your turn to be terrorized in Randy’s books, now Cody has to grab his balls and push back. Unless you pushed back first…good for you then but Cody will STILL have your back.

•The most unfunny person ever, it pisses you off how much you laugh at his horrible joke. His lack of facial expressions during these incredible stories makes it so much worse. Or how he is unintentionally funny and is just his odd self. It warms his heart to hear you laugh. It also confuses him. Why are you laughing? Is there something on me? No, he’s just stomping and you realized how odd it looks.

•You know he’s not into pet play but you often question him. Why does he not stop barking? Like he genuinely starts howling. Cody…my love, why are you howling? It’ll be when you guys are trying to get back to your bus or rental, fans shouting for you guys, oddly enough it’s a full moon. This has NOTHING to do with your character! Even DiBiase and Orton are looking at him weirdly.

•His dad is in love with you, Dusty loves you more than he could ever love Cody. If Cody dares to come home without you, know he’s gonna have to turn his uppity ass around to get you. And if you two have kids? Yea, that love for you is gone. It was nice while it lasted.

EDGE

•KAYFABE EXISTS! I mean, he is pridefully humble unlike Randy’s cocky ass. In ring (if you’re a wrestler), he’s got you like a snake with its meal. However, out of ring, he’s less loud but still loves you deeply. Holding your hand or arm around your shoulder as you walk around anywhere— or even sit.

•Practically in a throuple with Christian. That man is everywhere with y’all. “You and me just us! And your friend STEVE!” ass relationship. Third wheeling constantly, but it’s usually you who tells him to go away. Love him to death but goodness gracious.

•You’re constantly making fun of his accent. Mainly if it’s worse than yours. Like, you guys just had a dumb argument on who ate the leftover cookies or something so you didn’t talk to him for a while. Until he finally came up to you and apologized. “Baby, look, I’m sawhree—“ you giggle and mocked him. Adam just stared at you before laughing too.

•Can we give an applause to the person who tamed the whore? Truly— YES! Clap it up for yourself. How does it feel to beat the allegations? Mainly beating them because Adam is scared of you and of losing you.

•It took him a minute to tell people. A few saw you guys being close but just chalked it up to him finding another person to stick his dick in. Hell, Jay (Christian) didn’t even know for a minute. He passed out when he did. Especially because Adam was so sure about you. Incredibly sure.

•Whenever there is free time, you two just have these oddly….odd conversations. Depending on your knowledge, you use each other as Google. Overlapping each other with idiotic burst of thoughts yet somehow staying on topic?

•You’re the only person who knows about his muscle failure and injuries. Why? Because when he tried to pick you up, he almost passed out. Edge originally blamed it on overexertion and not taking care of himself well, so you understood. Just taking him to get a nutritious meal with A LOT of water. Then, you two were in bed together. One moment, he was hitting the right spot. The next, Adam collapsed on you. Still conscious, but he sounded like he was about to deflate his lungs or something. He urged you not to call an ambulance or anything, eventually just lying there until he felt better. Making him sit up so you could give him some water. You soon became worried about him in ring. Asking him multiple times to take a break. Flinching at bumps that weren’t even career ending ones like clothes liners from people you both trusted. Pushing past everyone the second he goes behind the curtain to check up on him before everyone. He swears he’s okay but the second you get to his locker room, it’s a different story. Still urging you not to say a thing.

•Soon hates how much you and his mom get along. Judy now tells you every little thing about him. Even flipping through photo albums, giving a whole story time for each picture that soon became a timeline. He’s pouting in the back with a red face. Don’t worry, Adam doesn’t actually hate it. Poor thing is just embarrassed. Like, Judemeister, don’t show her that photo of me running around the house naked, butt cheeks to the camera, knowing damn well I was too grown to be doing that!

•The sweetest friends to lovers. You didn’t seem like his type even though you were. He needed a break from relationships which is why he didn’t originally plan on even being friends with you. But it got to a point where you were everywhere, even if you weren’t there. He didn’t ask you out until a year. Depending on what you do, the public wouldn’t know for a WHILE unless you guys somehow slipped up which is less likely.

•If you’re not on the road and just at home, he comes back with a bouquet. Adam is tired out of his damn mind, can’t even comprehend how he managed to drag these bags all the way back but you were on his mind. His sweetheart couldn’t come home empty handed.

Edge:

Your toes sunk into the sand as the sun beamed brightly down on you. "Let's set up right here." Edge said, placing his beach chair and umbrella down.

It was Edge's idea to go to the beach to celebrate the first win his new team got. "It feels really good out here." You said, scanning around the beach area, seeing families and friends playing in the water and kids making huge sandcastles.

You moved to grab a towel from the pile of things Edge brought, but he knew what you were gonna do and stopped you. "Ah, ah, ah, we're not doing that right now."

You playfully groaned as Edge grabbed you with one arm, dragging you away from the area. "Edge!" You whined, seeing him carrying you towards the water.

"We just got here, at the beach! Who spends their time tanning instead of playing in the water?" You stayed silent, letting him guide you to the water and put you down.

"See, isn't this much more fun than the sun?" You rolled your eyes, going deeper into the water with him and splashing each other.

You two had fun playing in the water before coming out back to shore. You practically ran to your towel, hoping to dry off and get to tanning, but Edge called out. "Before you lay down, let's take a picture for Instagram."

You waited as Edge pulled out his phone and clicked on Instagram. He snapped a few selfies of you and set the phone up against the chair and clicked on the timer.

You two did a few poses before Edge grabbed it and picked what to post. Meanwhile, you happily tanned while Edge being the simp he is, fed you fruit.

You both had a good time and about an hour later, you decided it was time to go. You went back home and washed up, not before a little fun in the shower.

It was now dark out, you and Edge climbing into bed. He turned on some show while you went to check your socials. It was a daily thing you did, going over all your socials to see what was happening that day.

You clicked on the post Edge tagged you in and saw many pictures of you both at the beach. You smiled at the photos. Ya'll looked so happy and good according to some comments, but the other ones were full of nothing, but hate.

LIVing4Food- 'Y/n's chest is so small, it's like nothing's there!'

RHEA-RIPLEY-FAN69- 'Are we guys sure 'she's' a girl? Where are her boobs at?'

AEW_GIRLLIE- 'Flat chest whereeee???'

You could only frown reading the comments. Yes, you've always had a small chest since you were younger, but you didn't really see it as a problem.

Well, not until the comments mentioned it.

Edge noticed the look on your face, worry taking over his. "What's wrong?" He asked. You quickly turned off your phone, setting it down on your nightstand.

"Nothing, I'm just very tired. G'night." You didn't give him time to say anything or give you his goodnight kiss before turning over and closing your eyes.

This went on for about the next 2 days after the pictures were posted. You were a little distant towards him, not letting him touch you at all. Not even for a hug.

You felt so insecure and it was only because of your chest. Every other part of your body wasn't the problem, it was just one thing and Edge started to notice the change.

He noticed the way your pajama top changed from just a bra to an oversized shirt. It was like you were trying to cover your chest up and he made sure to let you know how he felt about it when you came out of the bathroom after taking a steamy shower.

You flicked the light off and made your way to bed, catching Edge’s attention. “Long sleeve shirt to bed? Aren’t you gonna be hot?” You shook your head, getting into bed and pulling the blanket up over you.

“No, I’ll be fine.” You turned on your side and closed your eyes, hoping to find some rest to skip the conversation.

“Hey what’s been going on with you lately? For the past what 2 days you’ve been acting a little distant.”

You opened your eyes feeling slightly guilty. You’ve been causing him to worry about you, meanwhile you’re just ignoring him.

“I’m fine. Let me go to sleep.” You muttered out.

Edge frowned. What is going on with you?

“No, I wanna talk to you now. C’mon, get up.” You grumbled as his hands came around you, pulling you up. You sat up, avoiding his face.

“Talk to me. Why are you acting so different?” You stayed quiet, trying to decide if you should tell him the truth.

If you do, a huge weight will be lifted off your shoulder, but part of you doesn't wanna tell him, just to save you from the embarrassment of the conversation.

You went with the first one.

“It’s nothing really, it’s just.” You paused hesitatingly. “My chest.” Edge waited for you to continue, but you didn’t. “Your chest? What’s wrong with it?”

You let out a sigh of annoyance. “What’s right with it? When you posted that picture on Instagram just about all the comments were saying how flat my chest was. I feel like there’s nothing there, and it looks so unflattering and ugly!”

Edge listened to your complaint, disagreeing with every word you said. “Like how do you even like my body? I just feel like maybe the fans are rig-”

Edge cut you off, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t you dare say that, Y/n. I love you much more than your body.”

You gulped, holding the intense eye contact. “I don’t care what fans say or think about how small your breasts are. I live with them, not my ‘fans’. And I don’t think we could even call them those if they’re making my wife insecure about herself.” He ranted.

He took a deep breath, calming himself down. Talking about you got him so worked up. “Sorry for going off, I just really love you. I’m sorry about what the fans said. I already deleted the comments and blocked them.”

You smiled, feeling happy that you wouldn’t have to deal with them. “Thank you for your little speech, baby. It really made me feel better about myself.”

As you finished your sentence, you leaned over and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. You pulled back, smiling at him, now feeling better and slowly getting back to your normal self.

“Good now take your shirt off.”

Damian Priest:

You were laying in bed, munching on potato chips while scrolling through Instagram when you scrolled past an event WWE was hosting for their Superstars, but what caught your attention was the date.

"The event's tomorrow?!" You quickly sat up, pushing the bag of chips out your lap and jumping out the bed.

Damian said he was gonna pick out your dress after you two made a small deal. You'll get to pick out his suit, and he picks out your dress.

You knocked on the bathroom door, hoping he'll come out. "Dame, did you get my dress for tomorrow?" It was silent for a couple of seconds until Damian opened the door, worry taking over him as he saw your panicked expression.

"Yeah, I bought two just in case you didn't like my pick. Y'know Rhea had to choose an option." He grinned, thinking about how much nagging Rhea was doing at him to let her choose a dress for you when they were at the dress store.

You let out a sigh of relief, going to lay back on the bed. "Wanna try them on real quickly? I've seen my suit, so you should see your dress."

You stood up and made your way to the closet, pulling out a plain black strapless dress. You cooed at the dress, smiling wide. "This is definitely your pick."

Damian busted out laughing.

How did you know? You must've been spying on him and Rhea at the store even though you were clearly at your parents house.

"Yeah, go try it on you spy!" You waddled to the bathroom and slipped your pajamas off and replaced them with the dress. As you pulled it over your chest, it slipped right down.

You frowned.

Maybe there was supposed to be a tie in the back. You turned it around only to see there wasn't. "What the-" You muttered, pulling the dress over your chest once more, only for it to fall down to the ground.

You pulled the dress up and held it over your breast before peeking your head out the door. "Damian, I think something's wrong with this dress." Damian stood up, walking towards you. "Huh? What's wrong?"

You pulled the dress up high and let it go, watching as it fell to the floor around your feet. Damian fought back all his dirty thoughts, his mind trying to focus on the dress. Why was it falling like that?

"Is there a tie or something?" You shook your head, doing a 360. "No, it won't stay up for some reason. Maybe we need to tie it ourselves." You suggested, going through the drawer and getting a random black string which was probably from one of Damian's old boot.

You and Damian struggled for what seemed like forever trying to figure out which way and how the string was supposed to go. You then came to the conclusion that there was no tie needed.

"What's wrong with this thing?!" You cried out, feeling annoyed. The dress keeps falling down and there's nothing you can do about it. "Hold up, lemme get the receipt and see if something's missing."

Damian retreated back to the closet, getting the receipt. You watched as he read the words carefully, and then his face changed. "What? What does it say?" You curiously asked.

"It says it's recommended that you're a D cup or higher in order to wear this. This is bullshit!" Damian growled out.

He bought the dress for $50, but that's not what he cares or is mad about. It's the fact they put it on the receipt and not even the tag. Who even does that? Scammers. Nobody reads their receipts!

"Well that explains why it keeps falling. It's not the dress that's the problem, it's me." Damian felt all anger erase from his body at your words. "Woah, chill out. You're not a problem."

You shook your head in defeat, letting the dress fall. "Yeah I am. Look at me Dame. My chest is as small as a boy's! This dress supports big boobies, not my small cherries."

Damian watched as you attempted to walk past him into the bathroom to most likely cry and put your pj's back on, but he grabbed your arm, stopping you.

"Aye, stop talking like that. You're not the problem, your breasts aren't the problem, it was the store's fault. They false advertised and basically scammed us. You're perfectly fine." He reassured you, running a soothing hand up and down your arm.

You nodded your head, pretending to agree with him, but when being with Damian for 3 years, he can read you like a newspaper.

He sighed, dragging you by the arm to a nearby mirror. "Look at yourself, babe. Just look. There's nothing wrong with your chest. Yeah, it might be small, but who cares? It's your chest not there's. In fact, I like your small cherries. Cherries are my favorite fruit." A smile broke out on your face at his words.

Maybe having small cherries isn't so bad.

Rhea Ripley:

"Man that was hectic, but great." You commented as you walked towards Rhea who was starting to clean up her table.

Y'all just got done with a meet and greet that was full of fans excited to see Rhea and some to see you as well. "Yeah, but at least we got some cool fan art!" She said, pointing at a pile of drawings.

You smiled, excited to look at them later on once you get back to the hotel. "I'm done cleaning, so I'll be in the car waiting." You quickly slipped out the room, a little scoff coming from Rhea. Your lazy ass wasn't gonna help her clean.

She soon got in the car with everything the fans gave her and drove to the hotel room you both booked for the weekend.

After getting in the room and taking a shower you both sat down on the bed with the pile of pictures. "You look through this pile and I'll look through these. Choose out some you wanna put on Insta." You nodded your head and began looking through the pictures.

Most of them looked good, almost all of them getting every good detail of Rhea, but what you failed to notice was how bland your character looked. Your chest was flat, body skinny, it just wasn't flattering. Especially to be dating someone like Rhea Ripley.

You frowned a little bit, comparing your looks in all the pictures. They all had your flat chest. This now made you ask yourself; is your chest really that flat?

Do people see you like this everyday? If so, that's so not cute. Nobody wants a girl with a flat chest. They want D cups or above where their tits hang down, not stay up.

As Rhea finished up her picks, she spoke. "Alright, I got my picks. What about you, babe?" When she didn't get an answer she looked up, seeing how focused you were on the images below you.

"Babe?" She called out once more. Now she had to raise her voice. "Baby!" You jumped hearing her loud tone, eyes shooting up to her. "Which pictures are you gonna post?"

Oh yeah, Instagram. That was why you were looking at these, not to compare yourself from real life to images.

"Do you like my tits?" You suddenly blurted out. With you and Rhea, you both learned there's no such thing as a filter.

The sudden outburst had Rhea almost choke on her spit. "W-what?" She stuttered out, a hint of laughter in her voice. She didn't couldn't believe what she just heard you say.

"I said, 'do you like my tits?'" You repeated a little slower. Rhea was staring at you intensely. What were you trying to get at? "Of course I do, baby!" Now that could've brought a smile to your face, but it didn't and that's how she knew something was going on.

"Hey, c'mon, talk to me. What's going through your head." She begged, taking hold of your hand. You stayed silent, debating if you should tell her or keep it a secret.

"Uh well, I don't know? My chest just look so flat in these pictures." You said, looking down at the pile which clearly showed your body.

Rhea frowned, looking down at them. "What do you mean? They look fine to me." You smiled at her reassuring words even if she didn't mean for them to be. "Seriously. Nobody cares about what your tits look like. Hell, I'm the only one who gets to see em'!"

You giggled at that, feeling a little better about your small insecurity. "Want me to show you? Yeah? Alright."

As much as Edge hates it when you overwork yourself, he can't really say anything either. Mostly because he overworks himself too, so you both tend to help each other out when you go too far. However it just so happened that you had been overdoing it more than usual this month to the point where you almost passed out and that's when edge put his foot down.

As soon as that happened, he called into your job for you. Saying you had a emergency and won't be into for for the next couple of days, then he took your laptop and phone (or whatever devices you use for work). He locked those in the closet before making you rest.

The next couple of days, he also stayed home with you. Cooked for you, made sure you didn't work or try doing any chores. Let you pick whatever you wanted on TV and cuddle with him as much as you wanted to.

It's a warm, sunny morning. Barely any clouds are visible in the sky as a car comes to a stop, finding the perfect spot in a mall's parking lot. The moment the car stops, a child opens one of the back doors, sliding out and holding out their arms so a cat can jump into them. A skeleton closes the door beside the driver's seat, pushing up sharp shades over his eyesockets.

"Alright, Human, Listen To Me Carefully." He kneels down to be at eye level with the child. The two had gotten much closer when the monsters had finally surfaced two years ago, Frisk having found themself spending a lot more time with the skeleton brothers they'd grown fond of.

"This Is A Large Place Full Of Unfamiliar Figures. We Are Here To Pick Out Furniture That Doomfanger Herself Prefers, So I Am Tasking You With Keeping A Close Eye On Her. You Know Well How She Likes To Run Off, So I Am Entrusting You With Watching Over Her. Can You Do That?"

They nod eagerly, holding the fluffy cat in their arms happily.

"Very Good. Now, Let Us Head Inside, Hmm?" He smiles, standing back up and beginning to walk, Frisk following close by. "Do Not Walk Through Here Without Being Careful. There Are Lunatics Out Here." He narrows his hidden eyesockets and leans his hand down so they can hold it to ensure their safety, Frisk shifting Doomfanger to their other arm as they do.

"I'd Have Asked My Bonehead Brother To Watch Her, But..Well..He Worked Hard Yesterday. I'll Let Him Rest For Today. He Needs It, This Time." He holds the door open for them, letting them walk in first before following close behind.

They sign something to him, making him let out a cackle.

After a few minutes, they manage to find the store they're looking for. The skeleton carefully takes Doomfanger from Frisk's arms, holding her up to one of the taller shelves.

"Alright, Which Of These Do You Prefer, Little Miss?" He waits patiently until the cat baps one of the various beds that she likes best, nodding in agreement and putting it in a shopping cart.

Frisk gestures a silent chuckle, looking over some cutesy cat sticker sheets nearby. They look from left to right before taking a sheet out of their backpack, slapping a heart sticker on one of the shelves before rejoining him.

"Hold Her For A Moment, I Believe I Saw The Collars Over There..I Will Be Right Back. Stay Put."

They nod in agreement, a determined look on their face as they hold the cat that's currently trying to escape their hold. Once he's walked off, they shift their focus to some squeaky toys with funny jokes written on them, ones they think Sans would appreciate if he were present. They take out their phone and send some pictures to him for later, including one of them holding Doomfanger and making a silly face.

While temporarily distracted, the cat takes this opportunity to leap out of their hold, resulting in an almost silent gasp as they run to chase her down.

"Alright, I've Found An Exa- OH MY STARS WHERE DID MY CHILD GO-" He looks around hurriedly before seeing their silhouette running out of the store, sitting the cart aside and running after them.

The child darts across the hall, chasing after the cat that's rapidly speeding away into a clothing store. They look around worriedly once they lose sight of her, scanning the aisles before spotting her nuzzling against someone's leg.

You kneel down to pet the random, cute cat. "Oh my goodness, you're so soft! Your owner must be worried sick about you."

Frisk runs over, catching their breath.

"Oh, hello, is this cat yours sweetheart?" You ask, holding her in your arms.

They nod quickly, holding out their arms as you place her back in them.

"I'm guessing she ran away from you?"

Another nod.

"Well, it's a good thing she's in safe hands now." You smile. They feel a little more reassured, but then start to panic. They ran off, and they don't know this mall that well! What if they can't find Papyrus? What if they're lost?

Tears prick at the corners of their eyes as you hurry over to them, kneeling to be at eye level.

"What's wrong, dear?" You frown, reaching up to wipe their tears away.

They quickly sign: 'I'm lost, I need to find my guardian, I ran away from him trying to catch her. I don't remember the way back.'

"Oh.." You look around. "What store was he in? I can show you where it is."

They perk up at that. 'It was a pet store. It had a lot of stickers.'

"I think I know which one you're talking about! Yeah..I can show you the way. Would you like to hold my hand? You can stay with me until we find him. I wouldn't trust anybody else around here." You narrow your eyes, holding your hand out. They take it gratefully, following close behind as you lead the way back to the store. You're about halfway there when you see a tall figure running towards you, coming to a stop when he sees Frisk at your side.

"Oh, Thank The Stars, You're Alright-" He lets out a sigh of relief, kneeling as they rush over. "Don't Run Off Where I Can't See You! It..Worries Me."

Tears prick at the corners of their eyes again as they hold Doomfanger close. 'I'm sorry. She ran away.'

He lets out a quiet sigh, reaching up to wipe their tears away with his gloved hands. "I'm Not Angry At You. Just Please Be More Careful, Next Time."

They nod, reaching their arms up. He picks them up with relative ease, now turning to you. You smile once you're acknowledged, the same expression having been on your face the entire time.

"..I..Thank You For Taking Care Of Them, Miss. If Something Had Happened To Them, I Do Not Know What I Might Have Done."

"Oh, of course. I'd hate for something to have happened.. it's a good thing they found me and not somebody with more sinister intentions. I'm glad they're safe with someone they trust now." You hold your hands together in front of yourself.

"Yes..Precisely." He clears his throat. "I Would Like To Somehow Compensate You As Thanks For Watching Over Them. Anything You Need."

"Oh, I couldn't possibly-"

"I Insist."

You think for a moment. "..How about..we go get coffee together? There's a place for it just a bit away from here. We can get something for them, too."

"Hmm. This Will Suffice. Does That Sound Good To You?" He turns to Frisk, who nods excitedly in response. "Very Well, I Will Return To Make My Purchases And..Meet You Back Here?"

"Sounds good to me. Ah, I forgot to introduce myself- my name's.." You properly introduce yourself to the skeleton.

"I Am Papyrus, The Great Papyrus. It's Been A Pleasure To Meet You, Miss." He grins, a sharp-toothed smile.

Soon after the both of you get your shopping done and move your things to your respective vehicles, you go to get coffee together (and a sweet drink for Frisk). You've found that he is very specific with his coffee tastes, something you can understand. He's quite witty, despite his intimidating appearance. And from what you can tell, he's..pretty good with kids, too.

Papyrus was..a bit wary of you at first, but still appreciative that you took care of Frisk when he could not. He makes a mental note to watch over them better, to ensure this sort of thing doesn't happen again. Your kindness truly shines through, a warm atmosphere surrounding you right off the bat. By the end of the interaction, he grows to respect you.

"This was really fun, it was super nice meeting you both." You smile as you walk beside the two, looking between them.

Frisk gives him a nudge. "..Likewise, Your Company Was Pleasant."

"Maybe we'll see each other again sometime. That could be fun."

Frisk grins, perking up and walking over. You kneel to be at eye level as they hand you some stickers, a sign that they like you.

"How cute- thank you."

They smile as you pat their head, walking back over to their skeleton guardian.

"It Is Getting Rather Late, I'm Afraid We Must Bid You Farewell, Miss."

"Maybe I'll see you both around." You smile, waving at Frisk as the two walk out. You begin to walk out as well, halting when you feel something fall out of your pocket, picking it up and raising a brow at it.

Frisk has a bit of a skip to their step, leading Papyrus to where he had parked previously, him being a little surprised that they remember.

Once they get in the car, he looks at them via the mirror. "What Are You So Excited About, Hmm?"

They sign where he can see with a smug grin. 'I gave her your number.'

"You SLIPPERY SNAKE! I Must Admire Your Stealth Skills.."