[In the living room of Kim's apartment, it's completely dead silent because... Let's say–Both of them are still in shock at how they got into this position. They can't quite figure out how a simple, goofy wrestling match over the TV remote had escalated so damn quickly]
[Kim is directly hovering above Y/N, both of her palms are press firmly onto the cushions on both side of his head. Her bright red hair falling around her face like a curtain. Her knee rests right between his thighs]
[Y/N stares up at her, his heart is pounding itself, a blush on both sides of his cheeks. Y/N doesn't dare to move, afraid that breaking eye contact would ruin the moment]
reading ur stuff makes my brain melt but like in a good way!
anyways! wallace and scott + evil exes and some headcannons for spending the holiday w them and like mistletoe shenanigans, maybe family? idk im gay
merry christmas (in april) everybody here's a little treat *pspsps at you all like you're kitty cats*
wallace, scott, and the evil exes meet the HOLIDAYSSSSSS
wallace wells:
wallace has a soft spot for the holidays
he loves the cooler weather, the snow, the shopping, all of it
he also loves that this gives him a big fat JUICY opportunity to buy you things
he'll take you on little dates and outings just to see the things you look at and pick up
he'll take sneaky pictures of EVERYTHING you show an interest in
on christmas morning, it looks like fucking santa showed up at your house multiple times
"wallace... what did you do...?" you'll ask, and all you get in return is a shrug and a sly smile
wallace truly doesn't care if you couldn't afford to get him nearly as much
he adores spoiling you and getting to see the look of sheer joy on your face as you realize he LISTENED
you're a gift enough for him :3
scott pilgrim:
on the contrary, scott does NOT enjoy the holidays very much
it's not that he doesn't like all the cheeriness and the decorations and such
he just thinks it's all tacky
he prefers staying home and spending time together there
so when you suggest doing something "fun for the holidays", he immediately jumps at the "LET'S WATCH SOME MOVIES"
"hm... i had something ELSE in mind..."
you walk over to the kitchen, crouching to reach something from the lower cupboards
"...gingerbread men?" you nod excitedly
now THIS is something you both can get behind
after making a mess of wallace's kitchen (oops), the two of you throw on a movie to watch while the cookies bake and cool
and then you make even MORE of a mess decorating them
fuck it, cookies that look like every member of sex bob-omb
matthew patel:
matthew has had a pretty different christmas experience compared to you
he's really quick to talk about all of the cultural differences and he's happy to engage himself in your traditions
he's delighted when he comes home to see that your house is completely covered in bright lights
christmas dinner for the two of you is going to be a whacky combination of your favorite dishes
he's going to insist that the two of you spend as much time in the snow as possible
matthew loves building snowmen. he's like, a professional snowman builder. even if you think there isn't enough snow to make one, he'll surprise you.
most of your hats and gloves and scarfs will go missing because he's using them to give the snowmen some comfort in the chilly weather
lucas lee:
mr. lee is very well-versed in the holidays
have you seen the movies he's in? come on
so naturally, he's like "babe. me. you. party. here?" and you're like "ok cool!!"
you think the party is gonna be normal and fine when a bunch of super famous celebrities show up at your door
lucas is so casual about it, while you're standing there, jaw on the floor
if you're the one to have prepared all the food, he makes it well known to the guests
even if you were just the decorator
if your favorite celebrity shows up to the party... oh, you bet lucas is making sure they leave you an autograph
once everybody's gone, you'll be flopped on the couch, still in shock that so many famous people were in your humble abode
and lucas thinks it's hilarious
todd ingram:
he kinda lives for cute holiday domesticity
todd's the kind of guy to pay VERY close attention to the things you look at or comment on at the store (he acts super nonchalant about to it to not ruin the surprise)
he likes to spoil you with his super cool rockstar money :3
he really likes the idea of playing in the snow with you like you're kids
he gets cold really quickly but he does his best to ignore it so you can build a snow family
when you get back inside, he makes his special recipe hot chocolate with marshmallows to warm the two of you up from the inside out
if it's like a borderline blizzard outside, he'd rather stay in with you, watching holiday movies and decorating your place
roxie richter:
roxie's kind of weird about the holidays... it's kind of as if she's never had a good holiday experience
you're going to change that
you mention mistletoe around the house to her, knowing that you're her biggest weakness, and you watch her face light up like a christmas tree
there's mistletoe in every. single. doorway. every hallway, above the bathroom sink, on the ceiling?? she goes all out
roxie also really likes going to see the lights!! she'll have google maps pulled up the minute you're in the car, insisting that "oh, there's one of those light places like, 10 minutes away from where we're going!! what if we just... took... a detour... hehe..."
neither of you really cared to cook a fancy dinner on christmas day, opting to order chinese takeout or something like that. it gradually became a tradition for the teo of you to forgo cooking on holidays
kyle katayanagi:
...party?
PARTY?? DID YOU SAY PARTY??
if there is one motherfucker would loves parties, it's kyle
so when you mention that your family is having a little holiday get-together, kyle ignores the word "get-together" and replaces it with "party"
he's gonna be the best plus one ever
when you get to your family's house, it's surprisingly nice and quiet
you walk inside, greet your parents, and drag and excited kyle around your house as you introduce him to your other relatives
"babe... this is a lame party..." "i never said this was a party" "...oh"
he ends up disappearing for a while only for you to find him face-deep in the desert table
"fruitcake tastes like ASS" he says as you drag him away from the table by the collar of his shirt like a puppy, all while he crosses his arms and pouts
ken katayanagi:
very quaint kind of holiday guy
ken doesn't care too much for the holidays but if they mean a lot to you, he suddenly loves them!!
his favorite part is the tree honestly
he doesn't mind braving the cold weather and the snow, hunting for a tree to take home. he's like an encyclopedia of facts so half the time he's spouting off about random tree facts
he'll to through all the work to cut the tree down and throw it over his shoulder if it means he's impressing you...
lives for how excited you get when it's finally time to decorate. whether you wanna go all out or do something small and traditional, he's rocking with it
gideon graves:
gideon is another one that goes all out on the holidays
they're his favorite time of the year
his place is decorated head to fucking toe with decorations
his trees have to be like 3 feet taller than him or else he's disappointed... which means the two of you are going to be wheeling a ladder to put the star on the top of it!!
spends a fuckton of money on you because "what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn't?" and "babe. trust me. you deserve it."
this mofo is gonna be playing holiday music in NOVEMBER. he's really annoying about it but it's kind of cute how much it means to him. he'll tell you all kinds of stories about how his christmases were when he was a kid and it's really sweet
has no idea how to hold your hand so it's the easiest to paint it, in the end would probably just tell you to lay it on some flat surface, leaning over and squinting while smearing the polish anywhere but your nails
his hands are not used to being so carefully maneuvered (aside from playing games, that is)
he'd insist on finishing at least one of your hand even if you decided to stop in the middle just to prove he can do it
"Hey, it doesn't look... that bad...?"
if you offered to paint his nails, he'd be pretty hesitant, but eventually gave in
if anyone asked him about it, he could always ramble about his partner doing it for him and how he's such an awesome boyfriend that it doesn't bother him!
2 out of 10
Wallace Wells
not to be stereotypical but
babe. he's gay
even if he's inexperienced, he has the patience to do it
would carefully hold your hand while focusing on the task
don't talk to him if you want him to do it well though, he has to have no distractions or else he'll go over the line
in the end he's pretty chill about it tho
"Maybe I should look for a job as a manicurist sometime, eh?"
has no troubles letting you paint his nails if you want, staring at you with a calm smirk as you're focused on your job (he thinks it's cute)
10 out of 10
Neil Nordegraf
he didn't expect his hand to be so coordinated (well, as much as it can be, given he never tried anything like it before)
very focused on not going over the line
he thought it was a pretty fun experience
staring intently at your hand, then his own ... "You think you can do mine now?"
you're excited to show him all the colors he can choose from (unless you don't have that many, in which case he'll take anything)
he's not ashamed of having his nails painted but they'll probably disappear after like few days
he'll simply scratch them off when he's bored and looking for stimulation
but hey, you can paint them again!
5 out of 10
Matthew Patel
probably already tried painting his nails before so he has some experience, but don't count on miracles
tries his hardest
gently holds your hand, has this intensely focused stare on his face
almost shushes you if you try to make some conversation in the middle of it (he must concentrate so he can make it as good as can be!)
"Hold still! ... ugh, now it's on your finger-" quickly wipes it off "Just let me-- AGAIN?!"
you reassure him it's fine
he's adamant that they will be perfect, that his work will be perfect (it isn't)
but he tried
would die if you held his hand and painted his nails though
if he noticed your nails wore off, he'd offer his services again (he asked his girls for help getting better at it!)
5 out of 10
Gideon Graves
doll (/gender-neutral), he doesn't have time for that
if you convince him it's gravely important for you, he might budge
you're lucky he loves you
the end result might even make him proud, who knows?
it doesn't
it really doesn't
you make it look so easy, why is it so damn hard for him!?
probably gets pissed off and curses after the 3rd time of going over the line
now it's personal, he will finish his work, he doesn't give up
his determination would amuse you if he didn't look so serious
will shush you if you try to tell him it's not a big deal
IT IS A BIG DEAL TO HIM!
you start to regret you even asked after spending wayyy too much time with Gideon aggressively scrubbing off the nail polish of your nail each time it doesn't look right
finally, after at least 30 minutes of him getting frustrated, he's done
and... it's... something??
he calmly raises his glasses that fell on his nose during the ordeal, pretending as if he didn't just waste 30 minutes of his life on this task "You're welcome."
won't do it again, don't ask
okay, maybe if you challenge plead him enough, he will
as for you painting his nails... forget it! he's too busy for that (he probably has trauma from his experience)
but maybe, if you ask again in a few days, telling him how it's your way of expressing your love, how no one would even see them and he might just scrub them off later, he might entertain himself with the possibility of it happening
you paint his nails black, the only color he allows you to pick (he's too manly for anything else)
he looks at his hands, both painted to the best of your abilities...
alright, maybe it doesn't look as bad as he expected
might even dig it a little??
you won't see it on him the next day though, he can't let anyone but you see them
4 out of 10
Ramona Flowers
I think out of all the people, she would do your nails the best
she paints her nails pretty often herself, so she's got some skill in it
pick any color! she probably has a lot of them, to match with her ever changing hair
she'd make you both tea beforehand
her cup would probably remain almost untouched, she'd be too focused on making sure that the nail polish doesn't go anywhere other than your nails
when she's painting her nails alone, she'd usually put on some radio so it wouldn't be so quiet
but with you, it's rare for the room to be silent
it's easy for you to get invested in any topic with her, no matter if it's just trivial gossip or complaining about some people she met during her work
you make sure to compliment her great work
she smiled warmly, "...It's not a big deal."
feel free to paint her nails! even if you're not as skilled as her, she'll appreciate it regardless
10 out of 10
Kim Pine
she has the patience for it, probably some experience as well
pretty calm approach, you're free to talk to her or listen to some music in the background while she's working on your nails
might have some really old nail polish somewhere in her house, but I wouldn't count on it still being usable
she'll just steal one from her roommate
her skill might use some adjustment, but overall, they look real nice! the errors are barely noticeable
would love to see you struggle while trying to paint hers if you aren't as good
probably would throw in some smartass quips here and there, but it's all in good fun
"You went over the line like 10 times... But I still like it." she says, observing her freshly done nails
8 out of 10
Roxie Richter
(not) surprisingly she rarely paints her nails (she's too busy being a ninja!)
which makes it a bit hard for her to keep in line
but she's got the spirit
even if there's a lot of distractions, like some song playing in the background and her rambling your ear off, she'll try her best
what counts is for you both to have a good time!
and she will not disappoint
the painting session probably takes longer than usual due to your giggles filling the room every few minutes
"Hey, do mine now!" she reaches out her hands excitedly as soon as yours dry off
hopefully you're not too distracted by your girlfriend's gushing about how she's gonna love the end result
PLEASEE todd ingram x male reader just fluff & comfort helping him get over wallace that leads to hardcore makeout sesh ???
Todd Ingram x male reader
Headcanons
Tried to stick close to the request, but this also took a life of its own hehe. Hope you enjoy.
You were the guitarist of The Clash At Demonhead. Youd been friends with Todd for years and held a candle for him just as long, but you had accepted you’d never get him to be yours, with him being with Envy, and Ramona for that time.
You had never dreamed of him being into guys, so you tried to live your life with that Todd shaped hole in your heart. You became kinda the Cool gay guitarist in the band, which was probably why you clashed with Wallace Wells so much the first time you met him.
Kinda like putting two male hamsters together who are used to being the only one of their kind. You guys weren’t the same obviously, but there was something about it.
Maybe it was the fact that you showed zero attraction to Wallace, or that you weren’t someone who liked to gossip like he seemed to do. But when he started “running lines” with Todd, you became suspicious.
It wasn’t hard to figure out what they had been doing, only a man who got laid, and laid good, strutted around like Wallace Wells. You could even see how Todd was spiraling dealing with his sexuality.
But you were also friends with Envy, so you didn’t wanna spill the beans and instead acted like you had no idea what was going on. You never claimed to be a good person. So as the others were bust acting, you just sit in the back writing songs or tuning your guitar.
You tried not to let it break your heart when Todd pretty much confessed to Wallace in front of everyone. It made part of you feel worse somehow, like you weren’t enough. What did Wells have that you didn’t?
Was it his looks? His personality? His… everything? Maybe you were just the problem, and Todd had always liked guys somewhere inside him, but you just weren’t what he wanted.
There was no time for self-pity though, as everything fell apart, Envy left to become a solo act, and Todd was spiraling worse than you’d ever seen him. So, as his friend, it was your duty to pull up the bootstraps and drag him out of that funk.
He spends a lot of time crying about Wallace, and you guessed you could get it, the first time a boyfriend broke up with you, you had been pretty broken about it too. But you didn’t think Wells was all worth it, but maybe that was because you were still annoyed that he was apparently Todds gay awakening and not you.
It takes some time and a lot of bad romcom movies to get Todd in a better headspace, where he starts eating right again and taking care of himself. But as time passes, he seems to be doing better, thankfully. And even better, he stops talking about Wallace.
After the band falls apart, you guys become roommates, as you still make money off your music you did together. You start making solo music, but at some point, when Todd starts feeling better, he joins you.
Its making music that seems to get him out of that funk more than anything, and maybe its also spending time with you.
After everything, Todd starts to see sparks whenever he looks at you, or feel his entire body buzz when you touch him, or when you guys are sitting on your guys small couch and your legs are touching.
Todd doesn’t even realize he stops thinking about Wallace Wells after a while as you distract him by keeping him busy, be it through working out, music, watching movies, or anything else you can think of.
There is a time you guys even pass Wells and his group of friends, and Todd doesn’t even feel the misery he had felt last time. Even when his eyes meet Wallace’s he feels nothing, because you are grinning beside him, digging through a box of CDs looking like you had found gold.
Todd starts noticing things about you. Like how you are smiling so much more now that the band is over, or the way you are always playing with the strap of your guitar, or how you are always dotting down song ideas on any scrap of paper or tissue you can find.
He knows he’s hooked when one day when you guys are at the second cup, you start looking around for something to write on and Todd offers you his arm, because why not. And you just grin and start writing down lyrics on his arm, and Todd feels his entire face go red and his heart starts racing.
You still believe he likes Wallace, because the human mind just works like that. So, when you one day find him sitting on the couch with his face in his hands, you assume its because of his unreturned crush.
You go about it like you always do, finding vegan snacks and putting on a movie, and plotting down on the couch, pulling Todd on top of you so you can “bro cuddle”
Todd of course goes bright red as you hold him, completely speechless and with no idea what to do with himself. But he knows how it went last time he tried to confess, so he starts spiraling again in fear of rejection.
Its not hard to sense he’s spiraling again, so you grab him to look him in the eyes to ask what is wrong. And Todd, deciding to bite the bullet, kisses you. You freeze up, eyes wide as his hands grip the sides of your jaw, kissing you like his life depends on it.
Grabbing his face, you push him back to really look at him, look at his almost glowing red face, and swear you even catch sparks of his vegan superpowers run across his face and arms.
“I’m… I’m not a rebound of something Todd” you force out, not wanting to let the hope bloom in your chest, the rejection you’d felt in the past still stinging. Hes quick to try and stutter out that, that’s not what he wants or means, but he’s horrible at it. Its only thanks to your many years as his friend that you know what he means. You swear your heart starts doing backflips.
Before either of you can think about it too much, you pull him back into the kiss, hands gripping the back of his neck as Todds fingers wound through your hair, hanging on like you’ll disappear if he lets go.
Hes unsurprisingly pliable, letting his lips split open when you tongue at them, letting you control the kiss as you please, tiny huffs and whimpers leaving him as you stroke the top of his mouth with your tongue.
Hes sensitive, and though he has a lot of experience with kissing from his exes, Todd still seems timid with you, like he doesn’t know what you personally enjoy and he wants to please you.
You have no idea how long you guys kiss, for you there’s years of pent up feelings, and for Todd there’s very strong feelings he still cant seem to fully comprehend the vastness of. Theres so many sparks as your lips are locked, spit running down chins and soft noises leaving you both as tongues rub together and across teeth as you try to explore the others mouth as much as possible.
When the kiss finally disconnects and you pull back, it’s impossible not to cackle at him. Todds pupils are blown huge, his face even redder than before, and you fear he’s gonna get a nosebleed from all the blood rushing to his head.
Todds hair is sticking up in every which direction, almost looking like the spikey style it takes on when he’s using his vegan powers. His lips move like he wants to say something, but no words form, only making you laugh more.
Instead you just pull him closer, letting him hide his red face in your neck as you rub his back, giving him all the time he needs to collect himself, but now he’s yours, and you are never gonna let him go as long as he wants you around.
heyyy!!!1!!! can u possibly do Gideon Graves like being clingy and attached to reader headcanons?? if so thanks :)))
Clingy! Gideon HCs !!
(gn!reader !!)
I LOVE GIDEON REQUESTS SM !!! Theyre literally so fun to write and I had planned on writing this anyway but the request made it even better !!!! :D So thank you anon !!
• I feel like after the whole thing with Ramona, he thought he’d never love some again
• Until he met you
• And when I tell you this man SWOONED over you I mean it
• He wants you at his side at ALL times
• Especially at work. For having such an ego and acting like he can do pretty much anything being him, he still gets oretty anxious sometimes
• So having you there making sure he’s okay mean so much to him
• GIFT GIVING. SO MUCH GIFT GIVING.
• I mean with all the money he has how could he not ??
• If you look at anything for more than five seconds, he’s already going to buy it. No objections.
• I feel like he wont admit it but he loves PDA
• like YES hold his hand, kiss him, hug him, they whole deal.
• Literally can not function without having u close
• Like he NEEDS you there to do anything.
• The company calms him down when he’s mad or stressed
• But overall, he loves having you there. He NEEDS you there.
• And he loves you alot, and he just wants you to love him the same
could you maybe write a scott pilgrim x fem reader smut thingy where reader loses their virginity to scott? headcanon or oneshot,, either one is fine xx
A/N: I have lowkey never written a Scott Pilgrim fic *teeth chitter in fear* so I hope this is good :3
Tags/warnings: 18+ smut, afab reader, gender neutral reader, hook up, unprotected p in v sex, oral sex (m!receiving), desperate sex, virgin!reader, alcohol consumption. A smidgen of sadness, just at the beginning, not proofread.
Word count: 898
The party was too loud, and you were one too many drinks in. It was your first real party, and you were unsure what to expect. Whatever you expected, it wasn’t this. It wasn’t standing in a corner alone due to the fact that your friends had abandoned you for an unknown reason. You felt awful and worthless as you nursed an untouched beer.
Setting it down, you moved upstairs to find the bathroom. When you stumbled into the bathroom, your senses became overwhelmed. The lights were much too bright. When you shut the door, you fell to your knees. You weren’t nauseous, not really, but you needed to ground yourself. The coolness of the floor flooded your body, and you could feel yourself again. Closing your eyes, you leaned back against the wall, your knees against your chest.
Soon, you felt it. The familiar twisting feeling deep in your stomach. You moved to your feet before making your way out of the bathroom and scanning the upstairs landing. Nobody really caught your interest, so you walked downstairs again. That’s when you saw Scott. He was cute, in a nerdy, dorky sort of way. He wasn’t cute enough to be turned off by a virgin, though. You knew that he was more than likely just as desperate as you were. Grabbing a beer, you took a swig from it, summoning your confidence before walking towards him.
“Hey.” You greeted him. Scott seemed stunned by this. You concluded that he was socially awkward. That should work to your advantage. “Hey.” He responded. “Are you here with anyone?” You asked him, and let your hand move to his waist. The way Scott’s breath hitched didn’t go unnoticed by you. Scott was here with Wallace, but he had left a long time ago with a man. “No, I’m not.” He chuckled nervously. “W-what about you?” The man’s anxiety was almost charming. “I’m not.” You replied, and let your grip on his waist tighten.
The pair of you talked about nothing in particular for a while before you leaned in, and pressed your lips against Scott’s. His body tensed before he reciprocated, and you slid your tongue into his mouth. Scott let out a small noise of pleasure mixed with contentment. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, but eventually moved them to rest on your hips.
Grabbing Scott’s hand, you began to drag him upstairs. After finding an empty bedroom, you pushed Scott onto the bed, your lips never leaving his. “I’m a virgin.” You confessed as you scattered kisses along his jawline. “Y-you’re a virgin, really?” Scott responded anxiously. “Are you- are you sure you-“ You cut off his words with a kiss, and you began to unbutton your shirt. When your shirt fell to the mattress, you brought Scott’s hands to your breasts. Nervously, he began to knead them. You let out a low moan of pleasure.
Your hands found Scott’s jeans, and unbuttoned them. His dick hardened at your touch. His size was surprising. You pulled down his boxers, and then your skirt and panties. Your cunt was soaked, more than it usually was when you pleasured yourself. Grabbing his dick, you clumsily stroked it, attempting to recreate what you had seen in porn and movies while you continued to make out with him. Scott let out a pathetic sound of pleasure as you did this, it sent even more heat to your core.
“Fuck!” You moaned as you ground your cunt against Scott’s dick. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you teased his tip with your hole. He let out a whine at the sensation. Slowly, you lowered your cunt down onto his dick. You weren’t entirely sure what you were doing, but you hoped Scott didn’t notice. Luckily for you, he was too lost in his own pleasure. “You’re so- you’re so tight!” He gasped, his hands flying to your waist.
The movement of your hips sped up, and Scott’s head fell back against the pillow as he let out whines and whimpers of pleasure. “I’m close!” He groaned, and it only spurred you on further. “Already?” You chuckled. “Mnnh!” Was all Scott could respond with. One of his hands kneaded your breast again. His back arched off of the bed as your cunt swallowed him further.
“I’m gonna come!” Scott gasped after a few more minutes of your hips grinding against him, and your cunt swallowing his dick so perfectly. Due to his words, your pussy clenched around him. “Fuck, not- not inside me!” You managed to croak out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Scott’s cock twitched inside of you. Scott held back as much as he could, wanting for you to come, too. You let out a moan of pleasure, louder than you wanted to be, as your orgasm finally washed over you. Your liquids dripped out of your pussy and onto Scott’s cock. “Fuck!” You whined, before quickly moving yourself off of his cock.
Once you were off of Scott’s cock, he released the orgasm he had been holding in. His white, creamy come stained the bedsheets as he whimpered. You collapsed onto his chest. “Are you… okay?” He asked after catching his breath. “Yeah.” You assured him, kissing his neck in the aftermath of your pleasure. “Are you?” You asked him. “Yeah.” He replied.
From the moment you invite Matthew into your life, he will carry that memory to his deathbed. The bond you forged that day is unbreakable and immortal for him: he will go blind to all other reasons for living, consumed with rage at your absence, and ecstatic at any sign of your favour.
Talk of other suitors sends Matthew into a frenzy from which he will not emerge until this obstacle to his happiness is laid low. Dispute over the value of certain traits leaves Matthew resentful—of himself for not being better, of the other person for possessing what he lacks, and of the universe for cursing him with such horrid luck.
When such a person speaks your name, Matthew is driven by his own insecurities to loathe them. The sound of their voice becomes like a cheese grater to his ears, a reminder of how close he is to losing his world for the second time, and from thence into a sound he will fight to the death to silence.
The look of this person, particularly when they light up at the mere mention of you and receive such a look in kind, is a ghastly thing. Matthew's takeaway is one of doubt and bad memories, of all the similarities to Ramona's waning interest that he had been too immature and inattentive to rectify. He vows not to make the same mistake twice.
Seemingly overnight, Matthew transforms from a brooding presence lurking in your shadow to a wellspring of offers to solve even the smallest of issues. He makes a habit of dropping to one knee and delivering a Pagliacci-esque soliloquy about how deep his affection runs, professing that you've become his whole world and that to lose you would leave him with nothing.
Despite your promise not to "betray" him, as Matthew so graciously puts it, he fears it would be a mistake to let his guard down. He believes you were sincere at the time, but Ramona's flippant attitude has left him anxious that you may change your tune and turn your back on him for no apparent reason.
For years, Matthew sought answers as to why she hurt him: on bad days, he blames her for playing with his emotions; on worse days, he blames himself for not trying hard enough to become someone she wanted. Now that he has another shot at human connection, this earth will burn before it slips away from him.
Matthew's actions arise from a peculiar sense of justice: he views himself as retribution sent down upon all those who have wronged you. By daring to replace him, their way of looking after you is inherently and unforgivably flawed. Someone who could, in reality, be quite decent will devolve in his mind into a parasite who takes advantage of you.
Whether they are cruel or kind-hearted, what obsesses Matthew and keeps him stewing for potentially years is the notion that they've robbed him of his one chance at happiness. So long as they keep you company, he sees his future darkening.
What should be a private affair, Matthew turns into a spectacle: he takes to the stage in his most flamboyant attire and declares war, goading his enemy to meet their doom at his hand. Everything, from the venue to the battle itself, is a power play, a performance art in which he displays his prowess for all to admire and envy.
Once he has struck the first blow, there is no version of events where Matthew shows mercy or admits defeat. The harder they fight, the prouder he is to butcher them. Their death will be a triumph, a testament to the fact that he is strong enough to win this war. Anyone who rolls over in the face of his challenge must not be truly committed to you and therefore deserves to feel his wrath for stringing you along.
Coming to over the shiny remains of his enemy, Matthew forgets his rage and revells in the thought of having the sole being who brings him happiness. Ready to pick up where he left off and confident he's earned that right, Matthew throws himself at you and proclaims how thrilled he is to be together again.
Matthew struggles to move beyond the past and to envision a future where he is alone. Having spent much of his life pursuing others, Matthew has no concept of living for himself. He stakes his survival on the volume of applause at the end of every performance, and in the home environment, his tendency to cling to petty recognition has taken root in all interactions.
This emotional hunger reveals itself in the unnecessary extremes to which Matthew proves his devotion, convinced that the obsequious nature of his company and continual sacrifices gives them meaning. He jumps at every opportunity to be near you, no exceptions, afraid that missing even one will be termed neglect and spell the ruin of his life with you.
At his best, Matthew is an unrelenting thespian who serenades you with ballads and calligraphic poetry. But at his worst, he is an unstable and violent creature full of pent-up rage, who conspires with Daemonettes to bind your soul to his, making it virtually impossible to give him up for another.
