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idanceuntilidie · 5 months

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Hii! Can i request yan cheater with male reader? I really like your writing, and I also love you sm! Have a nice day 💗💗💗💗

Thank you so much I'm gonna cry, I love you too!! Sorry if this is wonky, today was a very exhausting day for me mentally. I hope you enjoy anyway <3 come again :D i made the cheater male I hope you don't mind--

Yandere Cheater x M!Reader

Requests are open

TW: yandere behaviours, breaking and enetering, slightly digusting parts including human hair and organs.

Ciaran was quite special. Very handsome, always surrounded by people. You aren’t sure if being with him was a blessing or a curse.

He swore he was yours only, but you can’t help but feel hurt when he is flirting with someone right in front of you. There are also times where his phone blows with notifications from different people. It hurt, your heart felt like it was shattering just to be put back and destroyed again.

But the last straw was when you got a message from one of his lovers, they got a moment ofweakness, they felt bad and spilled everything out in a long message. The cherry on top were screenshots and photos of them kissing each other.

You were sure this time your heart just ceases to exist. You cried a lot that day, not ready to face Ciaran. You packed his things and left them outside of the door.

It baffled him how you would leave him just like that, it was just a small misunderstanding. It was, he thinks, just one time thing. You got just oh so boring he couldn’t take it anymore. He still loves you! He really does.

He missed your smile, your smell, how beautiful you looked in the rising sun when you just woke up. His heart squeezes in his chest. Another night spent waiting by your door, you won’t let him in of course, but he just likes to sit there, happily humming when he sees you through your windows. It became a routine, you never called the cops on him, which means you still must like him. Hope burned in his chest, and slowly the obsession for you began.

And he will get his little boyfriend back. You don’t feel safe in your house anymore, Ciarian gave up on sitting outside of your house yes, but now you can’t stop receiving messages and calls from random numbers.

Sometimes the caller breathes, silently stuttering your name, sometimes even moaning. Calling you his little pretty boy and shit. It made your stomach twist. You called the police many times, but at this point they just don’t believe you because of your lack of evidence. Lazy bastards. You also began receiving gifts, your favorite food, drinks, clothes that fit you perfectly. There was well, one time where your friend was over and one of these gifts appeared, with a card attached to it. A box of chocolates.

You were very tired that day, barely keeping yourself awake, you told your friend to take it. They accepted gladly, and began to eat while you went to the kitchen to make some coffee for you and them, that's when you heard a shriek and gagging sounds. You ran to your friend and saw them pulling hair out of their mouth, there was some skin attached to it. Your friend threw up soon after.

So, after that incident their gifts landed in trash. You feared what you might find out in them next. You don’t feel safe here, but you don’t have enough money to move. So like a rational person, you took another shift. The less you are home the better. It turns out you were wrong.

You came back in the middle of the night, you were practically falling asleep while standing up. You took off your shoes and headed to the kitchen for a sip of water so you can head to bed. When you turned on the light you froze in place. A beautifully wrapped heart shaped box sat on the counter waiting. You swallowed, body moving on your own. The gifts never appeared inside of your house. Hell, they are getting bolder with each gift. As you got closer to the box, a foul smell filled your senses. It was sweet, a little fruity. Your shaking hands hovered over the opening of the box, carefully lifting up the lid.

Your scream echoed through the house, as you fell down to the floor. Inside of the box was a human heart, carefully placed and surrounded by your favourite flowers.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and a warm breath on your cheek.

Ciaran.

Your breath hitched, you didn’t dare to move as his bloody hands wrapped around your shaking form.

“Did you like my gift? Only the best for my boyfriend, do you forgive me now? Look how much I have done for you.” He kissed your cheek.

“I forgive you for kicking me out, I’m a better man after all of this has ended you know? Now we can be together forever.”

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heartfullofleeches · 10 months

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Yan Cheater + Cheater Reader

Yan Cheaters are funny lemme try-

Yan Cheater who sees their darling dearest out on the town alone. You should be with them, but they'll fix that shortly. You're the person of their dreams and after so many failed relationships they're happy to find the right one. On their way over, their entire world crumbles as you're seen hugging and chatting up some random with a closeness you've never showed them. The unfamiliar face slings an arm around your shoulder as you walk off together - laughing as if you were without guilt.

You heartless bitch. How could you? After they'd give you their heart - their everything. Fine, fuck you - they could do the same thing. After crying through the night and crying their eyes they hit up a past fling to forget all about you; aggravated that all they can think of as the look at their partner is features that remind them of you. They ignore your calls, block you on everything, and have the time of their life with whoever's available... And looks like you.

The first time you saw them with someone else you turned tail and ran, saving your tears for a better time and person. Good - run off. You know what you did. They won't chase you - no matter how red their heart bleeds after seeing you after so long. You meet again at a party a mutual friend left in the dark was throwing. You, for closure - them, looking for a new body to take home. They couldn't even hide their disgust as you stomped up to them, two lockets in hand.

"What the hell did I do to you...."

They scoff. Trying to play innocent? "You know what you did."

"No! No I don't! You ghost me for weeks and never seem to be home when I try to talk to you, but the second I see you, you have your arm around somebody else. As far I remember, we were happy together. What did I do to you to deserve this?!"

"Hm... I think it was roughly a month ago. You and that little whore you met outside that coffee shop that just opened."

"Coffee shop?... Wha-" Your eyes widen. Unable to control your anger, you slap them across the face so hard the blow rattles in their teeth. They clutch their jaw. You little-

"That was my cousin, asshole!"

You toss the necklaces to the ground, two sets of initials engraved on their fronts.

"You didn't even bother to ask me about it before you ran off. If you really loved me, you wouldn't say something instead of jumping to conclusions. I knew dating you was a mistake. You spineless coward."

Their tongue feels heavy, likely cut on their teeth from your blow - bleeding; just like the heart they thought they lost. In a way - they truly had.

"Couldn't get a refund since they were custom" You spit on the fallen jewelry as you turn your back to them. "Happy Anniversary."

They fall to their knees, crawling after you as you fall into the crowd - grabbing your ankle. "No, baby. Please, baby - I fucked up bad, I know, but I can make this up to you. Sweetheart please - I'll delete everyone in my phone right now, even my parents. You'll be the only one. You're all I need. Baby, see? I'm doing it - look. Look at me - I'm sorry. Angel? Honey? D- don't leave me... DON'T LEAVE ME."

You have to change your phone number the very next day from all the calls you receive from the burner phones they purchased that same night to speak their part. Jobs too - as they stand outside and harass customers since your boss refused to let them in by your own wishes - accusing everyone of trying to take you away from them. You return home one day to find your front door unlocked and before you can realize the danger you step inside - your ex waiting with a carbon copy of every gift you threw out and wearing everything you ever gave them.

"Darling... I'm wearing that shirt you bought me last Christmas. I honestly thought it was hideous - but...it came from you. I'm wearing that hoodie you thought you lost too. I lied because I wanted to have something that smells like you to keep. It doesn't smell much like you anymore. Only my tears. I'm sorry - I won't ever lie to you again. You're perfect. My sweet angel. Please...give me a second chance. I don't know what I'll do if you don't."

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aestheticpluto · 7 months

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𝓲 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂~ ❝𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟❞

-In This world, It's Just Us~

T.W: Yandere content, Language [?] Cheating Summery : You call it obsession but he calls it 'Love'...

The wind howled and the stars flickered in the starry night it was a perfect night everything was perfect expect the situation you witness a while ago.

''I can explain-'' your ex shuttered putting his pants up as hurry as possible and the girl next to him? well she was also embarrassed by the situation she was in ''No need.'' you said and walked out of the house leaving the broken petals of the rose on the ground, he tired calling out your name but you didn't listen why would you even? he's probably gonna give out a shitty excuse anyway.

As for Noah he is desperate he got his cloth on and went to your house with bouquet in his hand he is trying to redeem himself knocking at your door with hint of nervousness and guiltiness he smiled once he met your face...something was different you weren't smiling you had a cold look on your face which was very different than your usual youthful look ''You have no shame, do you?'' your voice was colder than your eyes ''Honey I-'' ''Y/n'' you corrected ''Please let me explain'' he begged ''Go ahead then'' you said folding your arms around your chest ''It was a mistake please I'm sorry I...I can't live without you..'' a tear left his eye as he begged for forgiveness ''Should've thought this sooner'' you scoffed and began to close the door ''No- Wait'' before he could finish you slammed the door shut and went inside you prevent yourself from crying.

Two Months Later~

Noah caressed the photo of you mumbling lovesick phrases ''Today I'll finally have you to myself back'' he mumble with a sinister smirk

''Darling you finally woke up'' he hummed moving closer to you ''Whe...Where am I?'' you felt a little dizzy as headache got worse ''Fuck'' you groaned ''Oh- does your head hurt?'' his hand reached towards your head ''Who- NOAH?!'' you yelped seeing your ex infront of you ''Yeah? what happened darling?'' he asked with concernedness ''You kidnapped me?'' you said holding your head ''What No-?'' he replied so causally ''Yes you did'' you stated with frowned eyebrows '' I just brought you back to our share house'' he explained but that still didn't clear out the point of why he would do that? ''Without my consent'' you argued back ''Why would you?'' you asked with hint of uncomfortableness

''Because I love you!'' he chirped like a kid ''What?!'' you felt a finger hushed you ''No more questions'' he smiled ''Take a rest, I'll bring some food'' he said kissing your forehead ''Love you'' he whispered leaving you in terror.

Can ever leave this hell? your lovely ex-boyfriend's house?

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gatorbites-imagines · 5 months

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Can i request the continuation of jason todd and dick grayson yandere ask? Maybe add in smut aswell. (Don't force yourself!, Take a good care of yourself 💗)

-🥚 anon

Yandere Jason Todd x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick Grayson

Part 2

Headcanons

Imagine sitting in a spinny chair petting a cat like a bond villain. I have wanted to write a part two for this for a while. Instead of reader just dating his og universes version of them, what if reader was dating multiple people 👀? Cuz you cant imagine the kid of Thawne being a nice person.

Ill refer to readers original universe as OG verse, and the yandere universe as yan verse cuz its easier to understand.

Part 1 can be found here

In part 1 yan Dick and Jason has pretty much abandoned their former dimension in smithereens after having wiped out the entire justice league, as they tried to stop them from crossing dimensions and tearing a hole in reality itself to find you.

So, when Yan Dick and Jason appear in your OG dimension, different procedures set up by the league notify them about the tear in reality and how unstable it is. They’d rush there and find two bloody and battered versions of Dick and Jason, and thinking they fled some battle or a doomed timeline, they bring them to the tower.

When Jason and Dick wake up, they immediately fall back on the many tricks they had been taught under their batman, who was apparently even better at lying than OG batman, as they believe them when they claim their home dimension was destroyed and they have nowhere to go.

It takes a while to work Yan Dick and Jason into the league and their hero roster, but they never suspect them of being anything less than heroes and stable. They start calling them Rick and Jay since it gets confusing with multiple people named the same thing.

They don’t drop hints that they know you, but they do try to figure out where you are and what you are doing at all times, but its harder than they thought it would be. Who would have thought trying to track a guy that can cross dimensions and time at will would be so difficult.

Rick almost bursts a blood vessel when he hears some of the younger OG league members talking about how “Mach 10 has been dating multiple people at once”, and Jay wants to curl up into a ball and disappear and tear himself apart.

Their obsession finally starts showing through the cracks as they use league resources to find you and stalk you. More and more cracks appear in their masks and fake personalities, as they see you going on dates with other people.

Jericho, Jamie Reyes, Roy Harper, Garth, Kyle Rayner, the list went on. You seemed to be dating multiple people at once, at the same time, as you used your powers to be in multiple places at once.

You weren’t a good person, so you hadn’t even felt bad when Jamie had cried finding out you were cheating on him with multiple people, you just shrugged and asked him what he had expected from Thawnes offspring.

It was common knowledge amongst the younger league members that you were down to a roll in the sheets with most, but there wasn’t a loyal bone in your body, and you could easily turn on whoever you were dating at the time if it was part of a plan.

Of course. Rick and Jay never saw you as the problem. How could you be? You were perfect, you were everything that mattered in the multiverse, and you could do no wrong. It had to be your partners that were the issue, they had to be neglecting your needs and leaving you having to resort to finding different ways to meet them.

OG justice league knew Rick and Jay had some issues, but they had always blamed it on coming from a dimension that had been destroyed by some unknown evil. But as time passed, they started to think that maybe the backstory they had been given wasn’t true.

It came to a head when one day Rick almost gutted Roy after he and Jay had followed you around Coast city, where you had met up with Roy and the two of you had gone on a date, ending with you two back in Roy’s apartment.

Rick and Jay were both cracking as they saw others put their grubby disgusting hands all over you and just doing whatever they wanted. Whenever they heard others insult you, they felt like repeating what they had done in their original universe.

After Rick attacked Roy, he was placed on probation. Jay was more subtle about his plans, as he wasn’t as blinded by rage as Rick and was more fueled by not feeling like he was good enough and blaming himself.

People didn’t even put two and two together for a while when your non league admirers started going missing, only to be found much later dead in many different ways. There was no way to tie the murders together, but it was clear there was a pattern, but no one could figure out what it was.

The league finally discovered just what type of people Jay and Rick were when you one day wandered into the tower. Maybe the league needed your help with something involving the speedforce, or the negative speedforce.

But the moment the two yanderes saw you, it was like they became completely different people, the masks they had been wearing for months shattered as they almost stumbled over each other to get to you first.

You just saw in your seat grinning to yourself as they clambered into your lap, vile threats of what he could do to anyone who touched to passing Ricks lips, as Jay warbled out apologies and begs for you to love him and appreciate him.

The league wasn’t sure what to do, but their suspicions only grew. It got to the point where they somehow track down the dimension the Yans originally come from, to see what really happened. Imagine their horror when they learn Rick and Jay killed all of them out of obsession fueled love for you.

But when they finally figured out the truth, Rick and Jay fully dropped their roles and started chasing you around like lovesick puppies again, butchering anyone who got in their way.

The league could lock them up, but they had also seen what happened when they were separated from you, and as long as they were around you and an had no reason to lash out, they seemed fine for the most part.

You had moments where you would peace out to different dimensions, especially when Rick and Jay started foiling all your attempts to mess around with other people, Rick always exploding in rage and Jay breaking down in tears and wails of misery.

Again, you were never a good person, and they annoyed you sometimes, but it was kinda cute to have them begging for scraps of your attention even as the league tried again and again to capture them and lock them away.

Rick and Jay never find a way to lock you away, you are just too powerful. But they at some point stumble across ways to make themselves stronger so they can keep up. Like making themselves speedsters, or developing gear to follow and track you, they come up with something.

But you learn an easy way to distract them is by piling attention on them for a while, get them comfortable, then you can peace out when they get on your nerves.

Jay is always easier to trick than Rick, as Jay is always aching for any tiny piece of attention and love youll give him, his knees always buckling when you kiss him or hold him, words almost akin to worship always tumbling out from between his lips towards you.

Rick is harder to trick, as hes always suspicious and angry, but an easy way is to dominate him in some way, like tying him up and then leaving him there, leaving him to get out on his own, or get help from Jay if he needs it.

All in all, the league is scared and cautious, but knows they wont be an active threat to the league as long as they have you. And your relationship with your yanderes is nowhere near healthy, with you only loving them like someone would love a pet or a toy, and them loving you way too much.

But what can someone expect from the offspring of Thawne, and two extremely unstable Bats.

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nikathesiren · 11 months

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Discover the Untold Secret Behind Joseph's Decision to Embrace Aging! 👨⌛ (the actual reason will shock you)

More of my art - More jojo comics!

I have a lot to tell about this, so if you like some infodumping, keep reading 👇

One good thing about Jojo's is that between each part, there are many year gaps in between, where anything could have happened in the Joestar Family.

Joseph is a character I like a lot, but he has his flaws that make him a more real and human character, so I hope this comic won't offend any Joseph fan, because it's not made with that purpose! I also added some trigger warnings in case anyone is affected by the comic's theme (involving cheating).

When I had this idea, I actually did my research because I like that my headcanons fit as much as possible into the canon. The comic takes place in 1970, which is when Jotaro was born, so it's implied that Joseph and Suzi Q are newly grandparents. Plus, the flashback happens in 1942, which is when Holly was born (and Casablanca premiered), so it's understood that Joseph and Suzi Q were parents already. And remember that when Josuke was born (1983), Tomoko was ~21 years old and Joseph was… ~63! (ʘ言ʘ╬)

The funniest thing is that, having already made all the sketches, following my research through jojowiki, I found this fragment of an interview with Araki about this topic:

"Due to his mindset", replies Araki. That's a pretty open-ended answer, sooo... my idea could be canon? 😂

BTW i have another headcanon with cheater!Joseph I want to explore, so maybe in the future there'll be a part 2 (with humor).

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singmyaubade · 2 years

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Hello, I loved your story, do you plan to do a second part of Eddie's anguish cheating on TN?

warning : contains MATURE CONTENT such as mentions smut and cursing.

by continuing, you are agreeing that i am not responsible for your media usage and this your personal choice to read this.

cheater!eddie x y/n

part 2 / part 1

Three months.

It had been three months since everything had happened. Despite Eddie's many attempts, you were not budging even a little bit.

You had done the little petty things to make Eddie angry such as flirting with other guys, lingering touches, and ignoring everything he said.

It was even worse for your entire friend group, it was basically the boys against the girls.

Max, Eleven, Robin and Nancy were all on your side, believing Eddie was a complete idiot.

The other side consisted of Dustin, Mike, and Lucas who believed that Eddie had made a mistake and Steve was pretty much middle man. It had been pretty hectic the entire time. There was so much tension and glares that it was starting to creep out Steve.

So he did the only logical thing,

He invited you all to his house for a house party which featured the entire school.

You sensed that Eddie was going but you knew that if he did, his life would be hell. I mean what other choice did you have than revenge?

Eddie had made a choice to ruin your entire relationship so you had the choice to make his life hell.

So you went to the party wearing the tiniest pink laced dress that you could find that almost showed your bare tits.

You had even received a compliment from Steve as he opened the door. You easily spotted Eddie with Ruby and they were making out with excessive tongue.

If he wanted to play,

You would too.

You went up to Luke Montgomery who looked at you up and down with a smile, "Wanna dance?" You asked with a smile.

He agreed quickly got in front of him, your backside to his crotch. You started grinding against him to the beat as Eddie looked at you, almost with pure anger.

You put your hands up to his neck as Luke grabbed on your waist which you honestly did not hate.

He whispered in your ear, "You are so fucking hot."

You giggled, "You wanna show me how hot I am?"

He nodded as if he was in a trance as you lead him to the coach on the opposite of Eddie. You sat Luke down and climbed on top of his lap as he groped your ass.

You ran your hands through his hair, kissing his lips as he grabbed onto your ass harder. You moaned a little bit into his mouth as he took the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth.

You copied his movement as you felt hands grab your forearm. You were quickly brought off of Luke as Eddie looked at you furiously, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Let me go, Eddie!" You yelled, taking your forearm back, "We aren't even dating anymore, you don't have the right to try to act like the victim."

"That doesn't mean that you should act like a slut." He spat which angered you enough to slap him, causing his cheek to go red with your palm print.

"Don't fucking call me that, you have no right based on your behavior and the trashy slut that you cheated on me with." You argued.

“You are completely delusional on so many levels. Did you not think that maybe I cheated for a reason?” He scoffed.

“Other than the fact that you are completely insecure?!” You asked.

“I’m insecure? You clearly are jealous of Ruby in a type of way.” He argued.

“Are you seriously trying to say that I am jealous that slut that clearly fucks every boy in a five inch radius?” You scoffed.

"Isn't that hypocritical?" He asked with a smartass grin.

At the point you were completely done, "You know what Eddie, if you really want to play this game, I will play it. But just so you know, Luke has a bigger dick and actually can make me come unlike the small dicked freak you are." You insulted.

He fumed but you already walked away, leaving to go home. Although what you were saying clearly wasn't true, you had to sink down to his level.

You went home, completely annoyed with Eddie and ready to make his life hell.

But you knew what Eddie hates most,

Teasing.

So instead of trying to make him jealous, you made it hard for him to think about anything else.

The next day at school, it all started with you wearing a revealing top that even made Eddie shift in his pants.

You bent down when he was sitting behind you, wearing the panties he loved the most and wore that perfume that he loved.

Everytime you saw Luke, you would basically grind against him on the lockers, making sure only Eddie could see as you made out with him.

Eddie was only jealous that it wasn't him and he couldn't feel your heat against him.

It was only the beginning of his torture.

@‘ing people who asked for a part 2: @maystecc @sage-the-z0mbie

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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See now I want more cheater Joe, even if it kills me! Who did he even cheat with? Could we get like when the reader found out and with who?

Hiiii babes!! I give you…more cheater Joe lol you’ll find out who it was with, how long it’s been going on and how the reader found out! Enjoy😂💖

-this is the prequel to this post✨

TW: mentions of cheating and lots of cussing

*Joe is an idiot and you don’t want to see him ever again*

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little-peril-stories · 3 months

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Febuwhump Day 2 - Solitary Confinement

From Man of Letters:

All the scholar could hear was his own ragged breath. The panicked rasping. The frantic gasp of each intake of air as he tried desperately to regain his senses.

Dead. He’s dead.

They’d thrown him inside, heedless of how his sight failed him and his feet stumbled and scrabbled beneath him. Now he lay motionless, tasting blood, pretending that this was all part of his plan. He didn’t move from where he’d fallen.

He’s dead, and I killed him.

He couldn’t move. He barely wanted to. The deed was done; the choice was made. There was no running, not for him. Not anymore.

The room was quiet, but it was distinctly unlike the soothing peace of the library where he had spent so many hours of his life. This—this was an ominous quiet, heavy with dread, slippery with promise. The promise—and memory—of death.

Leave him in there, they’d said, until the prince arrives.

The thud of a body striking rough stone rang in his ears. It was only once he was already prone—still reeling from the impact—that the scholar realized it had been his own weary, grief-stricken bones and his own torn skin scraping against the floor.

Let the prince decide what to do with the bastard.

#lps man of letters #febuwhump #solitary confinement #fear #arrested #tw arrested #death mention #tw death mention #fantasy whump #whump #whump writing #febuwhump cheater

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hana-no-seiiki · 3 months

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YANDERE! CHEATER: So you don’t mind that I fucked my co-worker several times (most of which were on our bed)? And that I murdered many of your friends and family cause I didn’t want them telling you.

READER/DARLING: Of course not! I love you too much bb!!

YANDERE! CHEATER: Oh okay!

…

READER/DARLING ONCE YAN IS AWAY, CASUALLY RUINING THEIR(CHEATER’S) ENTIRE LIFE FROM THE INSIDE-OUT WHILE COOKING THEM BREAKFAST: Holy shit they actually believed that.

[link to full fic/sequel to this]

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere oc x reader #yandere core #yandere cheater #yandere hcs #yandere headcannons #tw yandere #obsessive love #yandere quotes #yandere prompts #yandere writing #yandere blurb #yandere x darling

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idanceuntilidie · 1 month

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Whose heart is it yan/cheater fic??? (I imagine that its yan's lovers one but I wanna know the canon)

You are actually right! But he had a quite few lovers behind the darlings back so naturally he would give some pieces of them to the darling

Treat it like an offering, an apology gift. A very fucked up one but like take it or leave it it’s not like you have a choice

#death answers!#yandere cheater #yandere oc #oc yandere #cheater yandere #yan cheater #yandere blog #death rambles #tw yandere #yandere #yandere x darling #oc #oc tag

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yapmayavallami · 1 year

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Husband Why Do You Hate Me?

(Bakugou katsuki x reader)

Warnings: fighting, pregnancy, cheating, bakugou is a complete shit, Unhappy marriage, postpartum depression

You and Katsuki weren't married.

You were just two strangers who hurt each other.

You tried to love Katsuki, but he wouldn't let you. There was only one woman in his heart

You never found out about that other woman.

Why did she seek love from him when you were there?

What did she give him that you didn't?

Katsuki came home late every day. Sometimes he even forgot you were home. All he thought about was the other woman and only her.

Every night you thought about how to save your marriage. What should you have done?

All these thoughts were burning your brain. How would you save your marriage?

How would you eliminate the other woman?

But you could never get rid of the other woman. You just watched her take your husband away.

You couldn't do anything else.

Your family Your friends would always ask when you were going to have children. Just put on a fake smile and say you don't have time for children

But suddenly you had an idea.

Maybe if you had a child with him, he'd come back to you.

The idea made sense at first, but then it seemed crazy. But you didn't stop.

You gathered your courage and decided to talk to the katsuki.

He had arrived late again and was drunk.

"Katsuki," you called in your weak voice.

He squinted his eyes and looked at you

"What's up, bitch?" He made fun of you.

You were scared, but it was the only way to save your marriage.

"I want a child with you!" Katsuki was surprised by your confession.

He grinned, "If you want it so badly, bitch, I'll make sure I implant your child in your womb."

You slept with him.

You slept with him because you loved him.

But he...

He was just using you to get over her.

A few weeks later you started to get signs of pregnancy. That was good news. You went to a pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test right away.

When you take the test.

When you take the test in your hand to see the result.

You saw the double line,

You were pregnant

You were so excited to tell Katsuki.That day you called Katsuki before he got home from work and told him to come early. Even though she didn't give a shit about you, you tried not to let it get you down. You made the most delicious food you could. The only thing missing was katsuki.

You waited for him for hours.But he didn't come.

How many times did you call her, how many times did you text her? You didn't remember. Your eyes were only on the door. You could hardly stop yourself from crying.

Suddenly the door opened and it was katsuki "I had some important business to take care of. I was late" he lied

He went to the other woman again

"I waited for you for hours. Is that your only excuse?" you shouted. He looked at you. "Is there a reason why I came here early?" He didn't even say "home". You were so angry, "I'm pregnant!" "What the fuck are you?" This time you calmed down a bit and said "I'm pregnant". "Whose child is it?"

Whose child is it

Was what he said true?

You were going crazy. How could he accuse you of such a thing. You didn't cheat on him.At first you couldn't say anything. You were just silent, but then you started talking. "I didn't cheat on you. I swear to God this child is yours."

He just said, "Okay, fine," as he walked into the bedroom. All your preparations were in vain. He would never love you as much as he loved her.

Months had passed and you held your daughter in your arms.

Megumi bakugou

Your daughter had hair like katsuki, she looked a lot like him.

But Megumi didn't save your marriage. Katsuki even came to her birth. Things had gotten to a point we never thought possible. Why didn't this child save your marriage or did he have a child with the other woman?

What kind of mother were you? You didn't even care about her. Katsuki realized after a while that you didn't care about Megumi.

I was angry with Megumi for not saving your marriage. You didn't want to feed her. you didn't want she.

Just as you were coming out of the bathroom, he grabbed your arm. Megumi was on your lap and she was angry again. "What's wrong?" you said. "What happened? What kind of a mother are you? I've been feeding our daughter supplementary food for two weeks and she's only eight months old. Why did you give birth if you couldn't take care of her"

He was right, but we didn't want to hear him. "Fuck off."

"If you really want me to go, I'll go fine, but I'll never leave Megumi with you."

Katsuki quickly dressed Megumi. You just stood there, your voice shaking, "Where are you going?" Katsuki answered immediately.

"To the woman who should have been Megumi's mother!"

"You can't take my daughter to that woman! I won't let her! She's my daughter, not hers!"

Who asked your permission, bitch? Do you think I'm an idiot? If you weren't a shitty mother, your daughter would be with you right now." As you prepared to walk out the door, you begged her "Katsuki, I will never neglect Megumi again. I'm sorry, please don't take Megumi to that woman."

He didn't even listen to you, he slammed the door hard in your face. The cold wind that blew with the closing of the door hit your skin.

You lost your daughter because of your stupidity.

All because you were jealous of the other woman.

Maybe Katsuki was right, she could take better care of Megumi than you. She could have loved her more than you.

Maybe you were the other woman, you destroyed their happy family.

You were just jealous.

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kinkandkreep · 11 months

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𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚: 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1

♡︎ 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓!𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝑶'𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

♡︎ 𝑪𝑾: 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

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♡︎ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 3 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 4 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆

He never forgets.

You sighed, tired and frustrated with this cliche ass situation you found yourself in.

Like every Lifetime movie gone wrong, here you sat in the kitchen of your home, previously lit candles now extinguished, lovingly cooked meal gone cold on the table before you.

It was you and Miguel’s third anniversary. And, unfortunately, it seemed he had forgotten.

He’s not here.

Initially, when you realized just how late it was getting, you tried to be sensible about what could possibly have happened. A part of you even started to panic, given that you hadn’t heard from him and when you’d spoken to him last, he’d been preparing to go do his usual patrols and surveillance of the city.

You worried that perhaps he’d gotten hurt, or worse.

But then you remembered who you were talking about and that worry quickly diminished.

Miguel wasn’t invincible but he was damn close, and the usual thugs he encountered were no match for him and his determination backed super strength.

Sighing a breath of relief, you then contemplated the remaining possibilities.

‘Maybe it’s a work thing, he’s spent plenty of late nights there or in the lab before.’

Your mind seemed most comfortable with this speculation, and so you released the issue, instead focusing on maintaining a positive attitude for when Miguel eventually arrived.

Except that nine became ten, ten became eleven, eleven became midnight and you realized with a heavy heart that your husband had indeed forgotten your anniversary.

Glancing at the clock, and seeing that it read 12:22, you stood from the dining room table, beginning the process of cleaning up and packing away the leftover food and needlessly dirtied dishes.

You would wash them later on in the day.

Once that was finished, you began making your way to your bedroom, removing your jewelry and heels along the way. Entering the room, you put everything back in its proper place, slipping out of your dress and putting on a more comfortable pajama set.

You momentarily considered putting on one of Miguel’s shirts for comfort, but rather quickly abandoned the idea.

You were preparing to slip under the covers when you heard the telltale beeping from the front door. It opened a little more noisily than was probably appropriate given the time of night it was, but it closed much more softly.

You didn’t immediately hear any footsteps sound, which struck you as a little odd, so against your better judgement, you called out a soft, “Gigi?”

Almost immediately after, you could hear rustling and the beginning of steps up the stairs. After a few seconds, your bedroom door began to creep open, and a dull red eye peeked through the gap.

For whatever reason, Miguel stayed that way for some moments, and it was beginning to creep you out. Thankfully, he eventually eased the door open the rest of the way, and slipped into the room.

You could see he held a large bouquet of many different kinds of flowers. From what you could make out, there were blue hyacinths, Lily of the Valley, pink roses and white orchids.

All different flowers meant to convey the same message.

“I’m sorry.”

Miguel’s voice was low, and a tad raspier than it normally was. You couldn’t tell if it was because he was tired or what, but alarm bells sounded in your brain nevertheless.

Which was…strange.

Miguel wouldn’t make eye contact with you, instead staring down at the flowers he appeared to be subconsciously clutching tightly against his chest.

“I know, Miguel. So am I.”

His head shot up at that, and he leveled you with a quizzical stare.

“What?”

You lifted a hand, gesturing for the flowers and to your en suite.

“You’re sorry you forgot and so am I. Now please, it’s late, I’m very tired and I would appreciate it if you would just get cleaned up so we could go to bed.”

He continued to stare at you confusedly, even as he inched forward to offer you the flowers. Standing still momentarily, he placed a tentative kiss on your forehead, missing the way you rolled your eyes.

Pulling away, he turns and heads into the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself. You hear some rustling, and a few moments later, you hear the water begin to run.

Sighing, you take a seat on the bed, throat tightening as you feel tears threaten to spill. Though it’s only been a short time, and though you’ll never cease to feel silly for it, you’ve come to a conclusion.

‘Miguel’s having an affair.’

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

It takes around 30 minutes, but by the time Miguel’s finished, you’ve already drifted off into an uneasy, dreamless slumber.

Miguel emerges from the bathroom clad in only a towel that hangs loosely around his waist. Upon noticing that you’re apparently asleep, he tries to be more quiet as he maneuvers around your bedroom, opening and closing drawers much more softly than he normally would.

As he moves, his mind reels.

‘She seemed pissed. And worse than that, she seemed fed up. Could-...does she know?’

Almost immediately, Miguel shakes the thought from his mind.

‘No, she doesn’t. She can’t.’

Miguel refuses to think about the possibility anymore, and refuses to acknowledge the thoughts as they race through his mind all the way up until he falls asleep.

And that includes pointedly ignoring the dried tear streaks decorating your cheeks.

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

When you awake, you’re surprised to find Miguel still in bed with you.

A quick glance at the clock tells you that it’s almost 10:30, much later than either of you would normally ever stay in bed, but especially your husband, who’s been an early riser for as long as you’ve known him.

You look over to him, and watch the slow, steady rise and fall of his bare chest as he continues sleeping.

Even as exhausted as you are, you can’t deny that your husband is gorgeous. From his chiseled cheeks and sharp jaw, to the tussle of chestnut hair sitting atop his head and his plump, perpetually pouting lips, you couldn’t help but stare in awe at the beauty of the man before you.

You wonder what’s got him so tired.

‘Probably entertaining that bitch.’

The bitter thought sears a jagged line through your consciousness, causing your face to unwittingly curl up into an angry snarl.

You have half a mind to suffocate the sleeping bastard with your pillow, but the thought is interrupted as he begins stirring awake.

Miguel is mumbling something unintelligible as he smacks his lips, grimacing as he begins to stretch and yawn. The popping sound his back makes is sharp, and he sighs, relaxing back into the bed.

Finally, he opens his eyes, red orbs searching around the room until they land on you.

A pleasant smile lifts the corners of his mouth upward, and he opens his mouth to greet you.

“Buenos dias, mi corazón. Did you sleep well?”

You’re unable to stop the scoffing noise that makes its way out of your throat. He has quite the gall, lilting such pleasantries after he forgot about your anniversary and tried to apologize with a shitty bouquet of flowers. Now he wants to pretend that everything is just alright?

You’re becoming so angry you’ve started to shake, and upon noticing this and your expression, which has morphed into a searing glare, Miguel frowns, sitting up quickly and moving to put a hand on your thigh, which you quickly swat away.

“Cariño? What’s the matter?”

You continue to glare at your husband for a few seconds more, before silently standing from the bed and quickly making your way downstairs.

“__!” Miguel calls after you, but you refuse to answer.

You can soon hear him shuffling out of the bed and making his way down the stairs after you, but you don’t care. Sure, you’ve got your speculations about what could possibly have caused your husband to forget your anniversary, but you want more solid proof before you lash out.

Taking a couple deep breaths, you brace yourself on the kitchen counter, turning just in time to see Miguel reach the bottom step.

He watches you with a worried expression, lips pouted and soft eyes wide.

“__? Are you ok? You were shaking a minute ago.”

He approaches you tentatively, almost as if he can sense the inner turmoil within you and knows that it’s because of him.

You simply watch him as he comes closer, trying to keep your breathing and your mouth in check.

“Baby?”

Taking one last deep breath, you push yourself up from the counter, moving over to the refrigerator and opening its door, absently rummaging through its contents to find something to eat.

Behind you, you can hear Miguel sigh, and after a moment you feel his presence beside you.

“__, if something’s wrong, you know you can tell me right? I’m right here for you.”

On reflex, you slam the refrigerator door shut, a pitcher of orange juice clutched tightly in your hand. You speedily sit it on the countertop, trying again to get your breathing in check.

“__, this isn’t funny. The silent treat-...”

“Where were you last night, Miguel?”

You spin quickly, now facing your husband, who appears stunned. His eyes are wide, but this time you can find a trace of desperation and something that looks suspiciously like fear lurking within their bloodred depths.

“W-...I-I was at the lab.”

“And where else?”

You’re slightly surprised by how firm your voice sounds. You’re also able to maintain steady eye contact with your husband, who looks increasingly uncomfortable by the second.

“Doing patrols. Got into a scuffle with a couple criminals. Look __, if…if this is about me missing our anniversary I’m really-”

“You’re sorry, I know Miguel.” Your smile is sardonic, and you once again turn your back to your husband, beginning to pour yourself a glass of juice and taking a small sip.

“You could have at least called.” You speak, and you can see Miguel perk up out of your periphery, but then deflate again at your words.

“You’re right. I-...I’m sorry.”

It’s silent between you for a few moments, nothing but the sound of the birds chirping and your quiet sips can be heard.

Your glass is finished by the time either of you speaks again, and you work to pour yourself another.

“Tell me Gigi.” The man really brightens at the sound of his special nickname. It’s short lived however, because of the words that follow.

“If you had to choose between saving me, and saving everyone else, which would you choose?” You manage to keep your expression flat, and the air around you both seemingly stills as Miguel’s breath audibly hitches.

“I-...” His mouth opens then closes, and he seems to flounder for a satisfactory answer.

“I would…would save you both, of course.” You’ve never really known your husband to stutter so much before.

“That isn’t one of the options I gave you. I said you had to choose between us. So, choose.”

The silence returns, much heavier this time. It lingers for many seconds, and by the tenth you know he’s already chosen his answer.

“You know I can’t do that __.”

The glass you're holding cracks as it hits the marble of your countertop.

“Why the fuck not Miguel?! Why can’t you choose me over everything else for fucking once?!” You’ve spun around to face him once more, one hand perched on your hip. Your eyes have widened with anger, brows deeply furrowed and breath heavy.

Miguel sighs, shaking his head.

“We’ve had this conversation before, __. I have a responsibility. You said you understood!” You can sense Miguel becoming angry himself, which only serves to make you more livid.

“I am your wife, Miguel. The supposed “love of your life,” remember. There ought not be this turmoil about prioritising me. You couldn’t even be there for our anniversary. I don’t ask for much from you, ever. Never have. I just ask that when the time comes, you would show up, like you promised.”

Now you’ve gotten up in his face, expression still severe. He watches you with pinched brows, jaw set tight.

“I was there, Miguel. All those nights, patching you up and scolding you for being a reckless idiot. I was there, comforting you when you failed to save someone, reassuring you when you were losing hope. I’m not saying you ought to choose me out of obligation, but out of love. The same love that I’ve given you unconditionally, the same love that I want returned.”

You stare each other down for nearly a minute, you searching Miguel’s eyes for any sense of understanding.

You find little.

“You’re right, __. You were right there, all those times I made mistakes and had to rectify them. You were my backbone, my support when I had none. But you were also there when I explained how serious this responsibility is to me, and not just to me, but for everyone. You know how selfish I used to be, and I refuse to let my selfishness cost people their lives.”

You scoff out a laugh at his words, unbelieving in the moment that he’s actually being serious.

“So let me get this straight Miguel. You want me to understand that if it came down to it, you would sacrifice me for innumerable other random people, all because it’s your “responsibility”?” You use air quotes, your expression slightly mocking as you stare up at the larger man.

He frowns, breathing once heavily through his nose.

“I want you to be less selfish, __. I thought you understood that when the time came, I would do what needed to be done.”

“Of course I don’t fucking understand that! You said you loved me! I’m supposed to believe you would give up someone you love for a bunch of people you don’t?!” You’re exasperated now, and can feel the tears beginning to build up in your eyes.

Why can’t Miguel seem to look past his “duty” and see what’s right in front of him? Is he…is he trying to push you away?

‘He’s pushing you away so he can feel less bad about pursuing that tramp.’

The thought leaves a shiver down your spine, and you can feel red hot anger bloom as heat all over your body.

“That’s precisely what it means to be a hero, __!” The color in Miguel’s eyes has begun to swirl with his building anger.

“No, Miguel. Sacrificing the people you love for people who wouldn’t even know to appreciate the gesture isn’t heroism.” You look him in the eyes, leaning up close until your noses nearly brush. “It’s foolishness. And it seems you’re the biggest fool of them all.”

Miguel’s eyes widen, the crimson of them shooting scarlet. His breathing immediately picks up, and his hands begin rhythmically clenching by his sides.

“Y-...you-...”

Without finishing his sentence, Miguel turns on his heel and storms up the stairs to the second floor, slamming your bedroom door.

You wait a few moments, before collapsing into a dining chair, hands in your face as you quietly sob.

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

You’ve since stopped crying and began making lunch when you hear Miguel stomping down to the first floor. You turn to watch him, who has since become fully clothed, as he heads to the entryway, slipping on his jacket.

“Where are you going,” you call out, averting your eyes for just a moment from the sizzling pan in front of you.

“To the lab,” your husband replies without looking up from slipping on his shoes.

“Why? It’s,” you glance up at the clock, “12 o’clock and you haven’t eaten.”

“It’s fine, I’ll find something myself.” Miguel’s words are curt, his tone clipped.

You contemplate pressing the matter, but decide against it, figuring if Miguel wants to run away like a petty child, then that’s exactly what you’ll let him do.

You hear the door slam, and it makes you only slightly flinch.

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

You don’t see Miguel for the rest of the day.

You’ve cooked, ate, straightened up, showered and spent the majority of the day passing time scrolling through social media and catching up on shows and movies you’ve wanted to see.

It’s 9:30, and you’re in the middle of a yawn when the first message comes.

It’s from an unknown sender, and it’s a zip file.

You’re very hesitant to open it at first, becoming immediately afraid that someone is on some weird shit.

But then, an actual text message follows.

And your hand shakes as you read it.

‘You could never understand, __, not like I do.’

Heart pounding, you’ve now been given the motivation you need to open the compressed file.

You very quickly wish you hadn’t.

Inside are dozens of photos, all of Miguel and another woman in…compromising positions, to say the absolute least.

They’re in different states of undress in each photo, the last few even featuring them in what appears to be post coital bliss.

You can’t tear your eyes away from the screen, your absolute worst fears having been realized.

Finally, you reach the end of the content in the file, and to your further horror, it’s a short 10 second clip.

Against your better judgement, you click it.

Immediately, your ears are assaulted with the high pitched moans of the woman in the photos, Miguel’s much deeper swears and grunts audible in the background. It seems the camera’s been positioned at an odd angle, almost as if it’s meant to be hidden.

From wherever it is, you can see both the woman and Miguel in all their naked glory, bodies moving rhythmically against each other.

You only realize you’re crying because your view of the screen becomes blurry.

Your mouth is agape, and you're finding it increasingly difficult to breathe.

Before you can throw the phone away, one last message comes in.

It’s a screenshot of messages appearing to have been sent between Miguel and the woman.

You can’t read much of it, your stomach won’t allow you, but from what little you are able to read, Miguel appears to be complaining about you to the other woman, who agrees and encourages everything he says.

You’ve had enough, and you click your phone off, leaning back on the couch to process all you’ve just witnessed.

‘Miguel is cheating on me. Miguel slept with another woman. Miguel thinks I’m a nuisance. Miguel, Miguel, Miguel…’

You pause, clicking off the television and standing slowly, grabbing your phone and making your way upstairs to the bathroom.

Without a single utterance of sound, you shower and run through your oral hygiene routine, picking out a fresh set of pajamas and climbing into bed.

You find yourself unable to sleep, so afraid you are that your dreams will be filled with visions of your husband’s infidelity.

He doesn’t come home that night.

.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・゜-: ✧ :-.・ ✧ :-.・゜

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poppy-metal · 5 months

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thinks about reader being with andre or luke and cheating with their best friend jordan because i love drama

#poppy speaks #jordan whos mad at you for being a cheater but that doesn't stop them from fucking you everytime you call LOL #snot ur fault u got snatched up fast bc they were too slow and now u need it bad #tw: cheating

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mossytrashcan · 2 months

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hearing about bluesky drama and WHAT

#Chris truck is a cheater and faz raped someone and WHAT #tw rape mention

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bluiex · 1 year

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So I remember seeing someone talking about soulmate AU where Grian and Scar break up after Grian cheats with BigB and Scar stopped turning a blind eye to it, and Scar turned to alcohol to try and distract himself from feeling Grian and BigB fucking every night, but I don't remember seeing any follow up for it so I am here to offer my version of followup (forgive me if someone already sent one)

So my thoughts are that Mumbo decides to intervene and comes around, gets Scar off the metaphorical floor and tosses all the alcohol out of the house. When Scar is sober they go hang out and just spend time together, doing things they find fun and just talking about everything (which is when Mumbo discovers Grian and Scar's breakup was even worse than he thought, not having been around when the affair happened), which inevitably ends up with the two of them hooking up (a mix of feelings/attraction + a slight desire to give Grian a taste of his own medicine). It starts a FwB relationship between them, where they just hang out and have fun and sometimes jump in the sack together when they're feeling lonely and want company.

After a few months as they grow closer, Scar wakes up one day and realizes Grian's not the first person he thinks of in the morning. He hasn't even thought about Grian in over a week, more like two. Instead it's Mumbo who he wakes up thinking about, it's Mumbo who gets his heart beating wildly, and it's Mumbo he dreams about at night. It hits him that he might be in love with Mumbo. Scar, being Scar, falls over himself and rushes to Mumbo's house at ugly o'clock in the morning when half the world is still asleep, but when a half-asleep Mumbo opens the door he still lets him in happily, and barely gets out a greeting before Scar tells him "I think I'm in love with you." Mumbo is awake immediately. They have a long talk about their feelings and decide yeah, let's give this a shot, and they start an official relationship full of really sweet words and touches that don't lead to sex all the time- just a very emotionally close relationship, the kind Scar once (thought he) had with Grian. Only this time, loving Mumbo doesn't hurt the way loving Grian did.

When he has Mumbo, the feeling of BigB's hands on Grian's hips fade into background noise, because he's holding onto Mumbo, they're in each other's arms and they're so in love and safe it's like nothing can ever hurt them again.

On the flipside, now Grian isn't feeling the effects of Scar drowning himself in alcohol and he's no longer feeling the casual flings he and Mumbo used to have (and he had no idea it was Mumbo at all, the man having become distant and "busy" over the last few months), but now he's feeling the casual intimacy, the light touches and the gentle kisses and the arms wrapping around him just to hold him, and he's in a relationship that is based on thrill and sex and danger... feeling the phantom touches of the kind of gentle love Scar always held for him, from someone else- someone who touches Scar so much more gently and lovingly than he ever did, sweeter than he ever touches BigB... he starts to have regrets.

People like Grian only want what they can't have, after all.

*lays down in a puddle of my own tears* this is simply better than I could ever imagine. A good ending on Scar's end, he's okay and moved on.. meanwhile Grian is regretting it, like you said Grian is the type of perosn to want what they can't have. ough okay

i'd like to imagine, after a couple of months of this, Grian feeling all the love and stuff.. he decides to come around. go see Scar. to his surprise it isn't Scar who opens the door. Nope! It is Mumbo, looking disheveled like he'd just woken up (nah him an Scar were making out before dinner)

Mumbo gives him such a shocked look before it delved into anger, but that was quickly pushed away to a neutral expression before asking what he's doing here- things get a bit heated, Mumbo sternly talking down to Grian for what he did, "No you are not allowed to see Scar. He's just finally started healing after you fucked up and broke his trust an heart."

#long post #tw alchoholism mentioned #dl cheater au #bluie gets an ask poggers #tw cheating

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