forum Why Can’t I Just Hate You?! (Closed with Eli-the-transboi) (1/1) (MxM) (TW)

Started April 12, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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Trigger Warning: Contains slight abuse, as well as mentions of abuse, and probably more, if it gets more, I’ll add

Note: This RP would technically take place in the middle of a story.

My character, Reo, falls in love easily, but has a hard time falling out of it. And once he’s in love, he’ll do almost anything for the person he’s in love with. The story takes place shortly after Reo’s fallen in love with Character B, not exactly the best person to be in love with. Character B is manipulative, and has no regard for Reo’s feelings, preferring to use him, as he’s as loyal as a dog.

Reo is head over heels for Character B, and does everything they ask in the hopes of gaining their attention and affection. Eventually, Reo finds out that B is using him and breaks down, but can’t help that he still does what they ask. He emotionally and mentally beats himself for this foolishness, trying to break his feelings for B.

Eventually realizing that this won’t work, Reo plans to make B fall in love with him. At any means possible if it mean Reo gets out of the shithole he’s put himself in.

My idea is that the RP takes place shortly before Reo finds out that B is using him, but really, it can start anywhere in the timeline as long as it’s shortly before he decides to make B fall in love with him.

I’m not going to hold a word limit for this one, as I want this to be a little more laid back, but I will want more than just one liners.
I’m also asking that if you join this, you be fairly active throughout the day, as I;m making this to keep myself busy throughout the day. If you do join and life happens, please do let me know. I don’t mind as long as you communicate, and so I know know to poke this if it goes quiet for a while.

Name:
Age: (19-23)
Gender: (It’s MxM so— that should be obvious)
Looks:
Briefe Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Briefe History:

Name: Lixian
Age: 19
Gender: male
Looks: red hair and heartbreaker blue eyes. He has mildly tan skin and is lightly muscled. He stands at 5ft10 and has a mole on his neck. (Too lazy to make a pic-)
Briefe Personality: a total asshole. (But for a good reason- kinda- ;)) he is slow to warm up to people and very slow to love.
Likes: sweets like candy or anything else sugary, spicy foods, reading, writing.
Dislikes: loud and crowded rooms, sour food, small rooms.
Briefe History: he does come from a very manipulative family, which is where he got his own little faults from. His parents were jackasses and he just so happened to pick up on their traits.

Name: Reo Blanings
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance-
Eyes) Hazel
Hair) Golden Brown
Skin) White with a very slight tan; His skin also bruises easily, its not dangerous though, it’s closely monitored by his doctor, but no one questions it when he comes home with bruises because of this.
Height) 5’8”
Weight) 176lbs
Body Type) Narrow, narrow shoulders and waist. He looks very fragile, ask if you could break him,
Personality: Reo has always been introverted, preferring to be on his own in his room, or outside on a nice day with his books. He’s soft spoken and almost never raises his voice above a whisper. He never has the heart to be rude to anyone, no matter what they do and finds himself in awkward situations when someone’s being rude to him and he just smiles, dips his head and says nothing. This usually put people off, and they would leave him alone.
He has a big heart, and will forgive anyone at the words ‘I’m sorry’. He’ll do this with anyone, even with people who have used this to manipulate him, always wanting to believe in the best of people. He also has a weak spot for hurt things, animals and people alike and will put himself in danger to save another.
He can be socially awkward and quiet, even for himself, sometimes he gets a stutter and doesn’t speak clearly. This doesn’t happen often, and really only happens when he’s uncomfortable or embarrassed.
When he falls in love, he falls hard and doesn’t fall out of it.
Likes:
- Food; He loves eating, and has taught himself to be an excellent chef after everyone vanished.
- Physical Contact; This one’s probably strange but almost any sort of physical contact (hugs, snuggles, hand holding, light shoulder bumps, etc.) are welcome and makes him feel more at ease, even more so if he knows the person very well.
- Playing Game; Why not? He’s innocent af-
Dislikes:
- Loud Noises; He hates being yelled at
- Harsh and Painful Contact; Cause it hurts-
- Small Spaces; Claustrophobia
Fears:
- Claustrophobia
- Heart Break
- Losing His Family
Conditions-
Mental) N/A
Physical) Easily bruises
Background: Easy going life until he met Lilian, then he got into deep trouble.

Nice

(Gonna make it obvious-)
Lixian was definitely in a bad mood that day. Yelling and ‘throwing’ things. God knows what got him in this mood, but he was. He snarls at Reo. “Get outta my fucking face you goddamned TOY!” He growls, “I don’t fucking love you! So why the hell would you think I ever did?! Get your fucking head outta your ass!” He throws a cup at the wall.

Reo flinches away from the noise, feeling his world shatter around him, “I- I-“ He looks down, shifting on his feet, “Lixian. . . C-Calm down- You’ll break something. . .” More than just me heart. . . He thinks, watching the cup fly at the wall and skittering away from it, And perhaps maybe me. . .

Lixian snarls, “OUT OF MY DAMN FACE!” He snaps, his eyes seeming to glow with rage. “Get OUT!” Even if he was the one yelling, there was obvious discomfort in Lixians eyes.

Reo moves away, “I am out-out of your face. . . I’m n-no were near you-you. . .”

Lixian yells in frustration, then storms off to his room, slamming the door shut and knocking a picture from the wall. It shatters upon impact of the floor.

Reo flinches, shifting on his feet, indecision on his face before he takes a few steps back, swallowing. He wanted to make Lixian feel better, but. . . Lixian did’t want him. He only saw Reo as- He shakes his head, biting his lip.

Lixian punches a wall, yelling again from frustration. Deep down, he knew he didn’t actually mean what he said. But at the same time. He did. He was only using that idiot. Or…was he? No. He was. That toy. Was he thought? Yes. Yes he was.

(Me: MAKE HIM BIPOLAR-
Also me: NO! Wait- yes-)