#cheating mention

summary: you went to go surprise your boyfriend on his birthday to walk in on him fucking another girl. Cheating in you. He didn’t stop he just continued. But you were fucked there first.

Warning: mentions of sex, angst, emotional,fluff

You were excited to surprise your boyfriend for his birthday. You live with the triplets because your boyfriend said that his roommate Mia is super flirty. You respected that, and it was fine because you liked living with your best friends.

You got your boyfriend a birthday gift basket with candy and other really sweet things to fill up the basket. You obviously didn’t tell your boyfriend you were coming over because it was a surprise, but the triplets knew you were going to surprise him because they helped you pick out stuff to put in the basket.

As you’re driving to his apartment, you couldn’t contain your excitement to surprise him because you haven’t seen him in a couple days, since he said he had “work business” to deal with.

You arrived at his apartment ten minutes later. You grabbed the basket from the passenger seat and got out of the car. You were smiling so hard as you quickly walked into the building. When you arrived at his apartment room, you heard muffled noises but didn’t think much of it. You quietly unlocked the door and opened it.

But the scene behind the door was not something you ever thought in a million years would happen.

Your boyfriend was hovering over a girl. His roommate.

He quickly snapped his head toward you, his face showing a surprised look. But he didn’t stop.

Why didn’t he stop?

Your heart dropped. The basket was slipping out of your hands, and you felt tears swell in your eyes. You dropped the basket and ran out of the apartment, sobbing. You ran outside to your car but didn’t leave. You were too worked up to even drive. So you just sat there for a minute, replaying the thought of your boyfriend fucking another girl. The girl that was the reason you couldn’t live with him. The girl who was in the way of all the plans you wanted to do with your boyfriend.

You couldn’t stay there anymore, so you started to drive, still sobbing and screaming “why.” All you could think about was: how long was he fucking her? And how didn’t I know? Why did I trust him?

Once you arrived home, you speed-walked into the house, looking down to avoid conversation and eye contact with the triplets. But they immediately knew something was wrong.

“Y/n?” Matt says as they all watch you speed through the house, eventually starting to run. They all give each other worried and confused looks, and they decide to go check on you, trying to figure out what’s wrong.

When they reach your room, they knock on the door, but there’s no answer. Just the sound of papers ripping. You were in the room ripping pictures of you and him and the letters he used to write you. Chris hesitates but opens the door, and they’re all greeted with the sight of you sitting on the floor, sobbing while ripping papers.

“Sweetheart? What happened?” Nick says, immediately dropping beside you. You look up at all of them, eyes puffy and red.

“Can we go into the living room?” you ask. They all nod.

Once you’re all settled on the couch, with Chris and Nick sitting next to you, Chris speaks.

“Okay. What happened?”

You take a deep breath before trying to even speak.

“Carson cheated on me,” you say, as tears swell up in your eyes. You try not to let them fall.

It goes silent. Chris’s jaw clenches at the sound of hurt in your voice.

“Wanna tell us about it?” Nick says, rubbing your back.

You sigh, hesitating, but you nod.

“I walked into the apartment to see him hovered over a girl.” You squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to picture it in your mind again.

“It’s okay. Take your time,” Matt says reassuringly.

“The girl was his roommate. The girl he told me not to worry about. The girl that was the reason I couldn’t live with him or do much with him. And not to mention they were in the same spot and position he fucked me in last,” you say, rambling, forgetting to keep it TMI.

Fuck. Why did I say that?

Chris’s face drops at the last sentence you said.

“Sorry,” you say, looking down, embarrassed.

“Hey, it’s okay. You can talk about it,” Nick says as he squeezes you from the side.

“I’d rather only talk about that with you, Nick,” you say, not wanting to talk about your sex life in front of everyone.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind. I want to hear you, even if it’s TMI. Right, Matt?” Chris says with a slight smile, also waiting for Matt to answer.

“Oh… yeah, yeah,” Matt says, kind of uncomfortable, but wanting to let you get it off your chest.

You sigh, hesitating, but you really can’t keep it in.

“Okay, well…” You continue to ramble on about how it hurt. But it also hurt because that was how you and Carson did it. How he always whispered you were his only girl while y’all did stuff

Getting that off your chest made you feel better. You lost the urge to cry every second, though it still hurt. He was your boy. Seeing him doing the same things he did to you to another girl felt like a knife to the throat.

That wasn’t even the worst part, but it was the last thing you saw, so you wanted to talk about it the most before you started to cry about all the other sweet things he used to do… and was probably going to do for her now.

💌a/n: got bored and i have like five drafts don’t feel like doing those though rn. Yall likeeee??

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Actions have consequences || C.L

Dark Charles leclerc x reader

Warnings— dark Charles, mention of cheating, unstable Charles, jealousy, kidnapping, use of restraints

Summary: Charles learns that his actions that he very much regrets have consequences which is losing you, he would rather die than not have you in his life anymore so he does something that could ruin his life and career, to make sure you stay with him forever.

“ fuck!” Charles roared throwing a vase at his wall, his apartment that he lived in with you trashed, looking like it was ransacked. How could he be so stupid, he wish he never went out that night, never got drunk cause if he didn’t you would still be here, with him.

How could he do this? He hated himself, you meant the world to him, so precious and he had to fuck it up cause of his drunk behaviour. He slumped against the wall defeatedly as he buried his head into his legs as he held them to his chest.

He felt his phone pin making him immediately grab it hoping it’s you, yet he is very disappointed to see it was just work. He couldn’t help himself and to settle the craving of you in his arms, he clicked on your Instagram account well he logged into yours as you blocked him.

He smiled sadly with tears welling in his red rimmed eyes scrolling through your pictures. A stabbing pain hits his heart seeing you have taken down all your pictures with him, it’s like your trying to erase himself from your life.

He saw you just upload a story making him immediately click on it, he felt his mouth go dry seeing you out looks like in a rowdy club, wearing the shortest dress that you know Charles would never let you wear yet it didn’t matter now as he wasn’t in your life anymore.

Charles growled as he saw a video of you dancing with a man, “ what the fuck, how dare he?!” He glowered at his phone, it was like the world is against him wanting him to suffer so they sent a guy to you.

His eyes darkened as he clenched his phone in a hard grip, so hard his screen almost cracked. He just can’t sit there and cry while you slip more and more away from him.

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“ you having fun?” Your friend asked you while you both dancing in the busy club, your guy friend dancing behind you holding your waist friendly.

At first you were reluctant to go out as you were still mending your heart from when Charles crushed it when he cheated on you, but now that you have worked on yourself you have never been so happy.

With Charles not hovering around you, you have this weight that has lifted and you realised Charles was toxic for you.

You couldn’t go out without telling him where you were going, slowly lost contact with your friends cause he wanted you to spend every day of every minute of you could with him.

He isolated you and you didn’t know as you were to lovesick.

You giggled joyfully dancing with your friends as the alcohol sinker in making you slightly unsteady on your feet. You gasp feeling yourself getting tugged into a hard tone stomach, you smiled giggling as you turned around thinking it was your friend yet your face drained, “ c-charles?”.

“ what do you think your doing?!” He seethed through clenched teeth as you squirm in his tight grasp, “ why are you h-here?!” You said, hating how wavering your voice came out.

He scoffed like that was an stupid question, “ you know I go where you go baby, tsk” he shook his head at you mockingly.

“ we broke up, leave me alone and go to that girl” you spit trying to not let how Charles looked like a kicked kitten get to you. “ baby it meant nothing, I’m so so sorry. I thought she was you” he pleaded yet you harshly got out of his grip.

“ just leave me alone! I’m happy without you” you shouted yet it was not to loud as the music booming blocked people from hearing. You twist and saw your friends no where in sight.

“ see? They left you baby girl, no one can appreciate and love you like I do” he softly told you reaching for you again but you turned and speed walk hoping to loose him in the crowd. You had to get away from him now, the look in his eyes was making you queasy.

It was pitch black outside with the street lights lighting the street up, you walked down the street as the cold breeze washed over you making the hair on your arms stick up. You tried to ring your friends but they wouldn’t pick up, it was strange.

You couldn’t help yourself and glance behind you every few seconds, fearing that he will be right behind you and will snatch you up, putting you back in the golden cage he had you mindlessly trapped in.

You glance once again but regret it as you were grabbed, your scream muffled by a hand you recognised, “ no! Sh, shh, don’t yell!” He pleaded, he’s kidnapping you and excepts you to not yell, idiot.

You try to wiggled your way out but he just squeezed you tighter as he brought you to his Ferrari. You wiggle frantically as you see him going to put you in the boot of his car.

“ hey, it’s okay. I need you in there so I know you can’t escape mon fille Ange” he shushed you as he nuzzled his nose in your hair sighing contently while you stopped struggling knowing there no way you can get away from him. Well now.

You can pretend to go back to the way it was before likes Charles wants it to be and than when his guard is down you can escape…

He got you in the boot, “ n-no” you whimpered seeing him pull out a rope. He smiled at you gently like you were a wounded animal he was to intend to. “ hey ma Cherie, it’s just a precaution. I’ll go insane if you slip away from me again” his eyes darken at the end of his sentence.

He tied your hands together, rubbing away your tears at the end giving you a soft kiss that you wish you could pull away. You couldn’t as you want him to trust you and cause it woke up the feelings and love you had for him before the whole thing.

“ let’s go home baby” he smiled brightly shutting the boot leaving you with no light.

HEAR ME OUT:

When Tommy came out to his best friend Sal, Sal was supportive. Nothing changed between them. Except it did, because Sal was bi, but he didn't tell anyone just yet.

For Sal it was always more, but he didn't dare to tell Tommy; he didn't want to ruin the friendship they had, etc. But everything gets out eventually, and one drunken night, they kissed. And Sal confessed his feelings to him. And Tommy starts to realize what these feelings he had for Sal were, way above a normal friendship.

—— jealousy, jealousy . pt . 1 ; kokichi ouma

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : kokichi being jealous ( and a little shit )

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : angst, fluff in next part

— 𝐜𝐰 : mentions of cheating, cussing, emotional stuff, small; teeny bit of implied saimatsu. you and kokichi ( as well as like the whole cast and whatever ) use a dorm system , gn! reader ( on most parts )

— 𝐚/𝐧 : a sort of imagine, just different formatting . my brain has been a rotting mess lately . not proof read , kinda self indulgent , kinda ooc for some characters . you’ve been warned .

you were with shuichi in the library for a project.

this time around, you actually got to choose your partner. because kokichi looked like he was going to choose someone else other than you, you quickly snatched shuichi before he was taken ; guaranteeing a good grade.

kokichi, actually, was pining for you. but he didn’t wanna seem too desperate, since you’d teased him the day before for being clingy.

after you and shuichi made arrangements, kokichi approached you asking if you were with shuichi already — your answer being yes.

he tried everything from guilt tripping to fake about - to - cry - watery eyes to make you change your partner from shuichi to him. but your decision was final, mostly not wanting shuichi to think you changed your mind because of something he did.

so, kokichi decided to make sure you two weren’t doing anything other than working. so he watched from behind a bookshelf in the little gap between the books.

you and shuichi spoke in hushed tones, working side by side in close proximity.

even worse ( to kokichi at least ), you seemed so happy.

not miffed or annoyed like you were most of the time with kokichi, even if it was just playful.

kokichi felt anger boiling up. especially when shuichi's hand grazed over yours in that annoyingly gentle manner of his.

you both looked like a couple to anyone who passed by, which by the way, wasn’t much since it was sort of late in the day.

probably the only reason why no one caught kokichi being a creep —

anyways, he was pissed. but that pissed off mindset slowly began letting in some other thoughts - mostly of insecurity.

what did he do wrong? why didn’t you ask him first to be partners? is he overthinking? why are you smiling like that? why don’t you smile like that around him? why was he - that stupid, dumb detective - better?

kokichi left with muddled thoughts, as the sound of you and shuichi laughing at something echoed in his ears.

for the next couple of days, kokichi ignored you and went to kaede to hang out. “take out two birds with one stone,” he’d thought to himself.

your expressions of confusion sparked a pang of guilt, but kokichi stomped them down. you could go be with shuichi for all he cared.

you gave up the day after that, going to shuichi for company.

and that went on for half a week, until kokichi decided to confront you.

he knocked on your dorm room and waited. when your face appeared after the door creaked open, you were met with kokichi’s expressionless face.

“can we talk?”

you let him inside, and he cut to the chase.

“are you cheating on me with shuichi?”

you’re just … kind of shocked he would propose that idea. of course, you deny it.

kokichi shrugs. “oh really? well you two are being so awfully mushy with each other i just figured that maybe you both were making out behind my back! or worse!”

“the fu - ” you rolled your eyes, thinking that maybe this was just him seeking attention again or just some prank to make you feel guilty so that he could get something in return.

but another look at his face made you rethink that. this wasn’t a lie. he was really serious.

“kokichi. i would never cheat on you.”

“well, you looked soooo much happier with that bozo! you might as well, go on, go hook up with shuichi! i know you want to!”

you scoffed unintentionally. “you really think that low of me? are you kidding me, kokichi?!”

he raises his voice. then you raise your voice. both sides make ( some ) valid points, yours accusing kokichi of being a crap head and kokichi accusing you of being gushy and kissy over shuichi.

then the more hurtful stuff comes out. things that anger had coated that just come out for no reason, just to be able to hurt the other person and stop the fight for a momentary break.

“i don’t even know why i dated you in the first place, you’re ugly and you have a shitty personality!! even kaede looks better than you!!!”

silence. the most choking sound when applied in certain situations.

kokichi’s eyes widened as he replayed what he’d said.

that big bullshit comment that made the firing stop.

he saw tears forming in your eyes. “so, all those times where you told me i was the most beautiful in your eyes was all a lie, huh?” you said bitterly, shoving back a sob from escaping your mouth. not now. “go … just go away. i don’t wanna see your face ever again.”