#tw cheating mention

[cloudcountry]

sometimes i wonder why cheating and infidelity became a joke in fandom spaces. like maybe i take it too seriously but i really don't think the idea of breaking someone's heart into a million pieces and betraying their trust is something to be laughed at. i don't even know how it started but it doesn't seem fair to just make it comedic relief when its so hurtful.

[star-trek-fandom-confessions]

#419

"I don't understand why they came up with a cheating plot for T'Pring/Spock. Even if Spock didn't cheat, T'Pring is in her right to want a divorce whatever her reasons. In TOS, lot of people saw her as a villain because of the situation she put Kirk in (even if he agreed though) but she was dealing with a possible marital rape. She didn't love Spock and that's a good reasons enough to get a divorce. In SNW, it's sad how she put her energy on a worthless partner. It's funny how the writers avoided the topic of child marriage, pon farr and why Amanda put her son in this situation. Yes I know probably because of Sarek's influence..."

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Language Barrier (Yandere male x reader) P11

tw: Infantalization, angst, violence, angst, cheating mention, general yandere shenanigans, and did I mention, angst? lots of words 3777ish

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hi guys here u go , thanks for the notes and messages tho very nice very cool

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part 1, part 10, part 12

You rubbed your eyes, feeling sluggish and lethargic.

Your head is buried in 2718's chest, all snug and comfortable. Both of you are clean and so are the sheets, your companion made sure to wash everything up before calling it a day. Your clothes and his have a wonderful floral scent to it, he must have used a powerful detergent to achieve that. It left no stains but the beautiful patterns on the fabric remains.

You don't know where he does the laundry though. You were knocked out cold on the couch the entire time... As expected after being awake for 45 hours straight.

The room is cold and 2718 is like a heater. You don't remember seeing an air conditioning unit around.

You squinted, 2718 didn't bother to close the curtains. The sunlight is still going on strong, burning your retinas. Whoever renting the sun must be loaded.

Yawning, you sat up. His arms limply hanging onto you.

You know he's awake, but he doesn't seem to stop you from moving away from him. There's a mild frown on his face though.

You plucked his hands away from you and hopped out of bed. You looked behind you to see that he's still laying there with his eyes closed.

The bedroom door unlocked 'on its own' and creaked open.

You walked towards it and widened the gap, entering the living room.

All the mess and debris were swept away, no trace of biological fluids were present. He must have dragged a wet rag over everything.

The massive holes leading to his porch was temporarily covered up by a tarpaulin, its' blue hue clashing with everything in the cabin. It seems to be glued onto the walls, sealing off the holes. You can leave the building through its' zipper.

He can't... 'lock' a zipper, can he? You don't see any padlocks around.

You tried unzipping the entrance, it wouldn't budge no matter how much you tug on its' tab. Worth a try.

You can't see the outside, the windows were destroyed and subsequently covered by the mostly opaque tarp. You're not sure if he cleaned up the sand around this house.

All the other doors were locked, you checked. Except the bathroom.

You turned around when you heard 2718 called you by the pet name. He stood by the bedroom's doorframe, wiping the sleep off the corner of his eyes.

You rushed to the entrance and began tugging on the zipper tab again, hoping that he will get the message and allow you to leave.

Instead, he opened the kitchen door and entered there instead. Leaving you to your own devices.

You followed him, whining to let you out. He paid you no mind as he took a clear plastic bag out of the refrigerator. It was filled with a beige dough, he's going to make the biscuits you ate the first day living here.

He set it down on the counter and washed his hands. He left the tap on and observed you. Getting the memo, you also washed your hands in the sink.

Satisfied, he turned the tap off and began removing some of it from the bag, placing it on a tray he took from a high shelf.

He pinched some off and rolled it into a ball. 2718 set it aside on the same pan, making sure not to deform it. He pinched another portion, but this time he handed it to you.

You mimicked him, placing the ball of dough onto the tray and gathering a small amount in your hands on your own coalition. This earned you an appreciative kiss on the cheek.

He rinsed his hands first and dried it on a towel nearby. The man pulled a chair nearby and positioned it near him.

You were in the middle of rolling a doughball when he picked you up by the arms. He sat you down on the high rise chair and pushed it close towards the counter.

He washed and sanitized his hands before helping you out. All the while, standing next to you.

It's peaceful. It's quiet, save for the residual drips from the tap hitting the sink. You can't hear his breathing or your own. There was the gentle hum of his refrigerator, but it's silent enough to blend into the background.

You watch the sunrays illuminate his eyelashes, almost making it platinum white in the warmth. His irises turned golden when being shone with sunlight, making his face look kinder than it actually is. The shadows on his face gave him so much depth to his form.

A vague sense of nostalgia came creeping up the base of your neck. But you have no memory of this man at all, it's just an odd yet melancholic sensation. You have never seen anyone that looks like this back home, maybe you came across some doppelgangers on the street, however, they're complete strangers.

He... should be a complete stranger, to you.

He noticed you staring. The both of you locked eyes for a bit before he smiled, chuckling and looking away with a shake of his head.

He paid no mind to you for the rest of the session. He focused on pressing small dents on the balls with his thumb. He reached up to grab a roll baking paper, tearing a sizable piece.

You helped him transfer the dough onto the sheet before softly lowering it down onto the metal tray.

He fired up his vintage stove. All he needed to do was tap the firewood in its' firebox, one of the shards spontaneously combusted, spreading its' flame to others. You eyed up its' flue collar and stove pipe, it is connected to the ceiling. Making you wonder if the smoke was visible from outside whenever he's cooking.

He picked the tray up and placed it into the firebox as well. On top of a raging hot metal grate. He completed his cooking by closing the glass door.

He rinsed his hands once more, you followed suit.

You dried your hands after him and hopped down the chair, his hand jerked towards you, ready to support if you happen to slip. They stopped hovering around you when he's certain that you're down safely.

You head towards the door of his glassblowing room, tugging on the doorknob while staring at him.

2718 snatched your hand and lead you away from the kitchen. You protested, wanting him to fulfill his promise of giving the translator her teleporters and coins. Of course, he understand not a word you say. The man continued to drag you out of the kitchen and into the living room.

He lets you go when you're next to the couch. However, you ran straight to the tarp, yanking on its' zipper. Complaining that you wanted to see the translator.

You looked behind you to see that... he was hurt? He looks upset, more sad than angry though. You can clearly see that whatever you're doing is hurting his feelings though, with his knitted eyebrows and bitter frown.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, lower lip slightly trembling. He shook his head but stayed in place.

You pulled the zipper once more to see that it's now moving! But... You get to unzip it half way. Allowing you to see outside, not allowing you easy access.

The vat of ink is still there, and to your relief, the translator's footprints. There were obvious signs of tampering, though. Her footprints look deeper in the ground, as if someone tried to dig the sand away but realized that the dye runs deep.

You looked over your shoulders. 2718 sits on the couch by himself, watching TV. He said nothing and his back is facing you.

You kept pulling on the zipper until it's completely down. You stepped over the tarp and onto the porch. You used your hand as a visor, shielding your eyes from the sun as you look into the distance. How far did she go? You can see the lighthouse from here, but as a dot. Why can't you see the translator? Her footprints seem to go on indefinitely though.

Barefooted, you descended the porch. You grimaced when your soles made contact with the burning sand.

Looking behind you again, you saw 2718 slouching against the couch. Distracted by the TV.

You took a deep breath as you walked, trying not to have a sole touch the ground for too long.

Actually, you ran. The sand is hot! How did the translator manage with her toes out!?

But before you could get far, you heard 2718 yell out your pet name. Regret and panic setting into him.

You ignored him and kept running forward, determined to find the translator.

His voice became louder and you heard rapid tapping. He must be chasing you now. It's only a matter of time before he catches you, but you can't wait for him or you'll burn your soles off. So you kept running to decrease contact time between fiery sand and feet.

You screamed when you were swept up, landing in the man's strong arms.

He scolded you in words you cannot truly comprehend, but felt the pain within. The souring of his mood and fury that comes along with it.

Your head wanders elsewhere as he went on an angry rant. Walking back home with your sore, sandy feet dangling in the air.

You were brought back to reality when you felt something drip on you. Looking up, you saw tears rolling down his cheeks as he continued admonishing you. Voice cracking and wavering for every word he yelled in sobs.

You're staring at a man, deeply wounded by your actions. He would pause his lambasting to sniffle and blink away his tears.

Something caught your attention in the corner of your eye. You discreetly took a peek at what it was, only to see that the translator was standing behind 2718, a mile away, in a defensive pose. She's trembling in fear and gesturing you not to alert him of her presence.

She must have heard the commotion from far away and decided to check out what was happening. It was best for her to keep her distance for now though.

You remained unmoving as you took on his emotionally charged berating. Feeling your heart sink when the translator's form became smaller and smaller as the two of you approach his home.

The translator slowly walked backward before breaking into a high speed sprint. She's fleeing the scene, and she's not leaving anymore visible footprints.

Without thinking, you yelled out a big 'NO!' while stretching your arm out towards her direction.

He whipped his head around to catch a glimpse of her running away.

You bit your tongue, oh, you've done it now. He is definitely going to kill her!

While he's distracted, you squirm out of his hold, losing balance and face planting onto the sand. Causing him to exclaim something before quickly picking you up again.

He crouched down to dust you off. Nagging you while doing so.

That... Wasn't your intention. You were planning to run off a bit to distract 2718 enough for the translator to escape. But at least this took the attention off the translator for now.

He suddenly pulled you into a tight hug as he cried into your shoulder. His anger died down, now replaced by some sort of desperation.

He is saying all these words, but you still couldn't understand anything. You can only assume his feelings, and that may not necessarily be correct.

He slowly pulled away from you, revealing his teary face. He looks completely broken-hearted. 2718 cast his gaze to the ground as he sniffled.

The man then looked up to you again and whispered something, gently shaking you by your shoulders.

Feeling overwhelmed, you screamed in terror. You don't know what he wants, or what he's saying, or what he wants you to know. The sun is blazingly hot and the blistering heat is giving you a headache.

He repeated the same sentence, only louder, he shook you harder. His voice became strained and worse.

I don't understand your language! You started crying too. The stress and pressure is too much to stomach. No one understands each other, neither parties can give what either of you wanted.

You tried clawing his hands away from you, but his grip was iron.

Your ears hurt from his yelling and you don't know what to do to make him stop. You felt sick, you felt nauseous. You can't tell if you're having a fever or the sun is giving you the heatstroke of your life.

You can't apologize, you can't tell him to stop, you don't know how! You dug your fingernails into his skin until it breaks, causing blood to bead through his cuts.

He doesn't seem to notice it though, he kept shaking you back and forth. Like he's desperate to also make you understand. But in a more physical and counterintuitive way.

You resorted to scratching him like a wild animal, leaving streaks of red and pink on his arms and neck.

"Hug him!" Shouted the translator in the distance. "Trust me, he'll stop when you hug him!"

Finally! Some directions that you can understand. You'll take it, even though it comes from a dubious person. It's better than nothing.

You quickly wrap his arms around him tightly, squeezing your eyes shut and bracing yourself for whatever is going to happen next.

And whatever the translator promised, happened. He actually stopped, calming down to hug you back. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and silenced himself in the end.

You relaxed when he decided to cool you down to a comfortable temperature. You sat on his lap, embracing him as you watch the translator cautiously stalked towards the two of you.

2718 ceased his crying, he sniffled from time to time. But looks like this simple gesture of... Acceptance? Affection? Apology? Calmed him down.

You asked the translator what he said.

Her eyes darted around, she's choosing her words very, very carefully.

"This may not be entirely accurate, but I'll try my best to translate this for you. He was begging you to choose him for once. Over and over again. Stroke his hair for me, please."

She refused to go any closer, leaving a huge gap between her and you.

You did as you were requested and ran your fingers through his blond strands. It's dry and coarse.

He melted into your arms, though. Exhaling a sigh of relief. You were amused to see that his ears rose up.

You asked if he said anything about wanting a hug.

"Oh, he wanted a lot of things. The thing about these people is that a sentence can have... Eighty thousand words? It's going to take a whole novel to explain that one line. But the gist of it is just-- he's extremely jealous, because he's always your second choice. Um..." She scratched the back of her head, struggling to summarize everything.

"He... He wanted acceptance, love and attention. Yours, specifically. But you're always off chasing after the ones that hurt you in the end. He is always there to catch you when you fall, patch you up when you get hurt. He stayed by your side when you had no one left. But it's a thankless job, he was never rewarded with the only thing he ever wanted; your loyalty."

She paused to check on him. 2718 remained still.

"He did say that he's sorry for wagering you, he needed to find a way to keep you safe and untouched while he duke it out with the Giant. He didn't account for the fact that the people already in the cage could hurt you too." She gestured you to keep stroking his hair.

"He repeatedly apologized for that and pleaded for forgiveness. And um-"

You cut her off, asking about the part where he said you weren't loyal.

"He never claimed you were a cheater, he just said you never saw him as your first choice in anything. He was just an afterthought to you. Always." She gripped onto her weapon tighter as he saw 2718 adjusted his positioning.

"What else..." She rubbed her chin.

You asked her if there were any clues to confirm you're his soulmate, and not a random doppelganger from another timeline.

She thought about it before answering.

"I think so, let me think." Said the translator as she wiped her forehead.

"You will always be his first priority- first and only priority. All he is asking is that you do the same for him- to at least put some more importance into his worth."

You nodded. Taking time to digest his thoughts.

You asked her if there is anything else you should know.

"...He wanted to be validated by you, he wanted you to recognize his efforts in keeping you safe and happy. He wants recognition and praise too. Well... that's a... little hard, isn't it?"

You asked if she knew what he was saying before you fell onto the ground face first.

"Oh, he was pissed. At me, mostly. He was ranting about how he's going to eviscerate me and sell vials of my blood for a gold coin each. He called me an 'evil homewrecker'... Hmm. It sounded much kinder in English." From the look on her face, it looks like 2718 had said much worse things than that.

"He did call you stubborn and selfish, though. Your friend is very hurt by your actions. He said you kept breaking his heart through every iteration of yourself. Looks like this isn't his first rodeo."

You gulped. Wondering if your previous-- or parallel incarnations are all cheaters. You felt guilty about treating 2718 this way.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up like that. You are not those versions of you, you had no way of knowing or controlling them. Plus, I doubt that every reincarnation cheated on him. I just think that he can't handle rejection all that well. Maybe it's believable when it happened once, or twice. But all the time? I think he's the problem at this point." She gave her rebuttal. Making you think about it.

"Don't tell him I told you that, though." She quickly added.

You asked how could you tell him that when you don't even have the biological hardware to communicate with him.

"I forgot." She shifted her feet. "Wait."

"I must apologize, I should have told you this earlier." You asked what she meant by that.

"His language is really complex. He never said anything that gave away the nature of your relationship."

Meaning?

"He never explicitly said that you were his spouse."

But didn't he call her an 'evil homewrecker'?

"That's the closest translation to what he said. But it's not its' true equivalent." She stopped to ponder. "He did refer to you as his eternal partner, though."

Is that not irrefutable proof that the relationship you have with him is romantic?

"That could mean fucking anything in this stupidly complex language! Why the fuck can't you get that?!" She exclaimed, exasperated that it's so hard to explain to someone who isn't equipped to understand its' nuances.

The high energy response made 2718 turn his head to scowl at the translator. You quickly hug him tightly and nuzzled your head against his lips. He lost interest in the woman, preferring to pepper the top of your head with kisses instead. His hands stroked your back in soothing circles.

She pursed her lips while scratching her neck. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get riled up. I should have been more understanding, you had no way of knowing about it."

You said it was no big deal.

"It's hard, really. To translate them into a primitive language- No intention to offend you, English really is considered an... analogue tongue."

All three of you stayed silent for a while.

You broke the silence by asking if there was anything else you should know.

"...I think that's all you need to know. Everything else doesn't seem relevant enough to the situation at hand."

You asked her why wasn't it relevant.

"He threw in long apologies for not being enough for you. It's heavily self depreciating and it was extremely hard to hear, too. I'll spare you the details. Trust me when I said it was horrible." She shuddered.

You asked her if she could convince him to hand you her teleporters and her pay, that they agreed a day prior.

"I'll try." She nervously swallowed her saliva. Expecting the worse, she opened her mouth to speak, her lips were quivering badly.

She spoke her piece. You're sure 2718 heard it all.

You asked her what was happening. She brought a hand up, silently telling you to wait.

You heard some scraping. Soon, 2718 stood back up on his feet with you securely held in his arms.

He walked towards the porch at his usual pace.

The translator exhaled a breath she was holding and grinned in victory.

You asked her what she said.

"I had to kiss his ass a bit, assure that I don't have the intention of stealing you away. I also had to say you apologized and promised to be a better partner for him."

What does it mean for you?

"You can't keep seeking me out after this. He already doesn't trust me, if you keep looking for me, he's not going to believe any of my translations. Even the simplest ones." She sighed.

You panicked, but tried to keep it under control. You asked how are you going to know what he wants after this.

"You'll live. I mean, You don't have a choice after getting the shard of immortality shoved down your throat. Assuming that guy was right."

That sounds an even worse fate!

"You'll be fine. As long as you know that he's the possessive type, I think you'll have no problem doing the guesswork."

You frowned, you don't want this! You hate being misunderstood and misunderstanding him, you can't fucking hear the language! Let alone speak it!

He took a step onto the porch. The translator tried following him up, but it seems like an invisible forcefield prevented her to do so. She collided against it, knocking her to the blackened sand.

You stared at her as she slowly got up from the ground, cradling her nose while groaning in pain. She was also dusting herself off.

Wait, where is her backpack?

The man unzipped the tarpaulin and stepped inside. You took one last glimpse at her before he zips it back up.

She looked angry with her fist balled up.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Lunar, to a random Karen: Shut up you bitchass hoe, take your fucking kid and go back home to your husband who cheats on you and has three other families because he can’t stand to share a bed with you anymore!

Blood Moon: *wiping tears* I’m so proud.

[ren-dioactive]

i will never forgive wep for this they took a disabled gay man and made his husband cheat on him and THEN MADE HIM LIVE WITH HIS HUSBAND AND HIS MISTRESS FOR FOURTEEN YEARS

[benj-hyun]

santiago 🍻 + “ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”

"A lie can be not saying something, right?"

Ben isn't sure he wants to pry open this can of worms, but his inhibitions are low, and he's feeling pretty shitty about things after getting tangled in the sheets with Auggie after so many years. It's not lashing out, no, he's just not thinking.

"Because I didn't tell Bradley anything about you and your mistress. Made me a good loyal friend to you, but a shitty one to her, if you think about it. It's a real catch twenty-two, if you think about it."

It sucked, it really did. Hearing one of his closest friends committing to an act that Benj had real personal experience with himself. Still, Ben doesn't exude any malice, nor is there any judgment. Things happened the way they did, and he speaks in a very matter-of-fact way. Like he's reading off the weather report.

"I don't think it would've changed anything, she'd still have been hurt. Maybe that doesn't count then, lying by not saying anything. But you fumbled. You had a wife that loved you, and, tch."

He's too drunk for this, as demonstrated by the way he sprawls out, arms hanging across the bar top at the Four Leaf, and sighs, tapping the rim of his empty glass.

"No offense."

@santiagodeleons @bradley-banner

[thecouncilofidiots]

I-

Fellas, is it cheating to like someone's Instagram story?

No comments, no going through the profile and liking any posts.

Just liking a story.

Because according to roomie, that is a massive offense and you shouldn't be liking other girls' stories if you're in a relationship.

So she "called out" guys for liking her story.

I am so confused. -Ace

[taegularities]

riddie yanno what i abs love with C&F?? There is just so maaaany potential for this story! Im not saying its not good as it is now, its so good that it can actually go so many ways? We thought we ended it in ch3, then we’ve got downpour where the plot twist is plot twisting lmaoo then there’s just so many what if’s?

What if oc leaves him? What if they married someone else because jungkook got another girl pregnant? What if they cheated on their own wife/husband because they couldn’t resist one another? Haha im not putting ideas in your head! I promise! I’m just amazed with this story and i love it so muuuuuch 🙂‍↕️

So looking forward to Saturday ❤️

lmaoo yeah, the plot twist and the continuation were def not planned when the main story ended 😂 another girl pregnant? oh my gosh, take it back before ppl come at me with torches and pitchforks lmaooo

but ye, there are a lot of what ifs – if this was a cmi-length fic, i might have ventured into more angst and drama. and the thing is that with the cheating and affair storyline, i'd have an entire plot in mind – maybe i'll post a very small bullet point chapter of about 5k words with 'what if's once c&f is done 🧐

the couple just deserves so much happiness that i can't put them through more pain – Downpour is already so extreme :') i just want them smiling, my babies. and other than that, i am already so out of time.. honestly might retire once cmi is done 😭 i'm just so fkn thankful fr how much you love them, bc i do, too <3 so so so excited to finally post this baby hehe

[joey-madani]

CLOSED STARTER for @cavenshh

This really shouldn’t have been as amusing as it is, but she can’t look away, her gaze locked on what's unfolding at the end of the bar. Someone caught someone on a date with what she thinks she heard is an 'ex that they didn't need to worry' about, but that's about all she hears before voices raise and Joey whistles sharply. "This isn't the Reef. Take it outside." They fortunately heed her warning, even if there is no threat to back it.

“Guess that'll be our entertainment for the night,” she points out, looking to Lia, running a clean bar rag through a wine glass to get rid of any water spots. “Oh well, want your shift drink? You don't have anymore sets tonight, do you?” She holds up the now-spotless wine glass.

[emzchaos]

Magnolia Promenade

Maxie: Jordan I was kind of surprised you asked me out today Jordan: Yeah, had some family issues to deal with after the night in Jail Maxie: Again, sorry about that. I didn’t know Kole would get a whole llama Jordan: Kole’s an idiot. I’ve been a little distracted with exams too Maxie: Senior year sounds less fun, anyways whats going on?

Jordan: Just stuff, Jaidan has probably got you updated Maxie: *Shakes head* No, Jordan he hasn’t, what have you been up to? I heard you missed school Jordan: More like what has my girl been up to? Maxie: You are doing it again. I ask you something and you ask me something similar Jordan: Let’s focus on you Max, I feel like we never see each other Maxie: *Annoyed* Yeah, I know. We never see each other

Maxie: Jordan you have to admit this is always how we end up Jordan: *Annoyed* I’m not trying to fight you Max Maxie: Then be honest with me for once. I spend more time figuring out your cryptic codes Jordan: What the hell you on about now? Maxie: You’re a coward, you can even say what you asked me out for Jordan: I asked you out on a date.

Maxie: Stop, just stop. I’m done and you clocked out when you met her Jordan: *Confused* What? What are you on about Max Maxie: *Hurt* I’m not dumb, I’ve known about Cassie Goth. I wanted you to end this but here I’m doing it, I’m always the bigger one and you are nothing but a fucking coward. If you ever cared about me you would have ended it when you caught feelings. I’m done, we are done. Maybe next time you cheat on someone don’t be a coward and end the relationship.

Jordan: Max.. Maxie: See you around Jordan, good luck with Cassie…

✨ 𝔅𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 | 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 | 𝔑𝔢𝔵𝔱 ✨

[aiden-stevens]

👔

"He's dead, if that's what you wanna know. Yeah, uhm, Mount Hope. It's on Market Street, if you know the area."

Aiden cups his hand around the end of his cigarette and brings a lighter up to set a flame to it. There isn't much of a breeze out back of Tejas, but the door opening and closing for anyone going out to the back storage creates a small gust that can put it out. He takes a drag followed by a sip of his Monster energy drink.

Raising his eyebrows, he shrugs and realizes the conversation isn't over. "Nah, he died from health complications. See, he kinda cheated on my mom. Didn't actually, uh..." The can is placed between his feet by the box crate he is sitting on and his cigarette in his mouth to create the gesture of his finger going through the circle shape of his pointer and thumb on the other hand.

"Yet. She found out when it was just talking. It was his argument when she decided to take everything she could, but my mom, she's a shark and there was blood in the water."

Served him right, Aiden thought at the time, but as he got older, a shred of mercy wouldn't have killed Anastasia. She'd always liked money, more than anything else.

"But anyway, she put him in a small apartment, the girl he was talking to eventually took off, and he had a stroke or whatever. Lived for some time after, I'd go visit him even if he didn't care if I showed up, but whatever. Doesn't matter much now."

[carter-harris]

closed starter: @steviesharp

where: oasis

Carter hadn't had much of a night out since he and Kylee broke up. It was stupid and frustrating to think about how they let jealousy screw them up, but if he were being honest with himself, he was starting to scare himself with how much he liked her. That usually meant he was going to split soon anyway. It's a lot like what happened when he'd cheated on Stevie.

Speak of the devil... "You come over here to lie to me more? Spread rumors about you and my brother." Carter was still upset about her telling him that she had been with her brother just to upset him.

[vannys-pizzaplex-askblog]

hey just to say vixx was on board with the cheating she knew fruioty was dating someone else and she got with him anyways

Nah what the actual fuck..

[bannythepurplebunny]

What is happening- I come back to Tumblr just to find out @/fruityboyblue cheated on Cider?? Wtf bro 😟

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Lunar: So then Tara said Damian slept with John. But, get this. Lillian’s been dating Jon for six months and Damian and Tara have been dating for a year.

Harvest Moon: Oh my god.

Lunar: Yeah, exactly! So Tara went on a date with Lillian two months ago.

Harvest Moon: Oooooooh! Get her, Tara!

Lunar: Get this, Tara proposed to Lillian yesterday. And I got an invite to the wedding for telling her her boyfriend was cheating on her with her best friend’s boyfriend.

Harvest Moon: See? This is why I visit. We don’t get drama like this at home. Our drama is ‘are we playing family game night or is Dad going to make him and Mom late again’.

[goodvibesandsunglasses]

@thecagedhearts

I’m at the usual table, Holden texted before setting his phone down on the table. The booth in question was a little secluded from the rest of the area and offered some privacy but above all, the muffled sounds coming from the speakers meant they’d be able to actually maintain a conversation without straining to hear or shouting over the music.

It was a bit strange to be here though. They had good memories at this table so he hoped what he was about to do wouldn’t tarnish them. Because yeah, he’d decided that tonight, he would tell her that he saw her boyfriend doing just a few days ago. There was no easy way to reveal something like that but he figured it would be way harder for her to hear it so that encouraged him to stand his ground. She needed to know. He couldn’t wait to see her though. He’d even arrived 15 minutes early and just to avoid keeping her waiting, plus maybe, just maybe he wanted to see her arrive and make her way over to him. She was a snack, there was no denying that, and old habits die hard, right? His gaze kept drifting to his phone every now and then so he wouldn’t miss potential texts from her.