Your sister is getting married to the man who cheated on you with her!
Your family wants you to brush it under the rug. Keep calm and keep family peace. You're tired of being the good girl. The one who makes compromises. So, you decided to shake things up by inviting a date to the wedding. After all you get a plus one. Without an actual boyfriend, that makes it hard to do, so you hire someone.
However, he might just be too hot to handle. Literally.
Fell Grillby X Female Reader
Cinders of Love - TeaSnarker92 - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Not sure if whether only emotionally or also physically, but he cheated and used me as an excuse to leave me.
But what hurts the most is when I look back, things make sense now. And I know why he has asked me on the night where I should already have noticed, one week before Desaster happened, if I had experiences with being cheated on.
I already told him at the beginning on our relationship that the ex before him did cheat on me. He called him an asshole.
Short fic based on a phone call I got last night and could not stop laughing about
for @crying-lightningx
1.3k words
Remus is working the graveyard shift when he gets a call, but he's realizes he's the wrong number. Wolfstar getting together if you squint.
The Friends you make at 3am
The thing no one told Remus about working graveyard was how it slowly takes over the rest of your life. A few missed lunches with friends, slowly turns into missed birthday parties— he hadn’t ment to sleep through it— and so slow Remus did not realize it, the invitations just stopped.
So Remus friends become the late night travelers of the motel he worked at. An exhausted mom carrying a sleeping toddler on her hip at midnight, in town to see a specialist. Drunk bachelor and bachelorette party goers stumbling back in disarray from thier last ‘free’ night. Sometimes a lost stripper trying to find the room of the soon to be married for a last dance.
But in the quite hours between the drunk partiers and the early rise construction workers, was his favorite. Those there the hours he could just read. That was the other thing no one told you about working nights, just how much reading time he had now. It was the main reason he kept the job after all.
He was just getting to the red room scene of red white and royal blue when the phone started to ring. Every damn time.Grumbling, Remus flipped the book over and set in on the desk, spinning his chair to pick up the phone— but it wasn’t ringing.
Confused he turned to his cellphone, the small screen lighting up and buzzing across the top of his work bag. It was not a number he recognized, but it looked local. He internally prayed it was not some day shift person calling in. He was fucking exhausted. He could not be fucked to stay another shift or try and find someone willing to come in, that was not his job.
He thought of letting it go to voicemail, but thought better of it and answered. “Hello?”
“Gilderoy?” An angry voice crackled through the speaker, something echoing in the background like like he was on speaker phone.
“Uhh,” Remus’ eyebrows scrunched, “sorry I think you have the wrong number.”
“No we don’t.” Another voice snapped, the words slightly slurring together. If he had to guess, Remus would say they were drunk or the the very least had been drinking. “You fucking man-whore gave my boyfriend your bloody number last night. Don’t pretend to be someone else you stupid little—”
A laugh bubbled of him before he could stop it, because this was not happening right now was it? “Sorry but I really think you have the wrong number. I work graveyard, and gay as the day is long. So I don’t think I stole your boyfriend. Plus if he took the number, I wouldn’t blame the other person, honestly. That’s on your boyfriend.”
“I’m gay too!” The slurry voice called again, higher pitched than Remus would have assumed was a man, but that’s why he shouldn’t assume he guessed.
There was a squabble between two people. Was it the previously mentioned boyfriend? Honestly this was the most entertaining thing to happen to Remus yet tonight. Would they fight? Would he be able to over hear them?
After some muffled sounds, clearly the two fight over the phone, a nicer not as drunk voice said, “So sorry for bothering you.” Then the line went dead.
Remus pursed his lips, tossing the phone back onto his bag. He was kinda dissapointed, if he was being completely honest, how that conversation would have ended was going to haunt him for the rest of his night. Unable to do anything about it, Remus opened his book and resumed reading.
Fifteen minutes when by— he was just getting to the steamy bits between Alex and Henry— when his phone rang again. Twice in one night? That was not normal. He scooped it up to find that, it was the same number as before.
“Hello?”
“Hey bruv,” The second calmer voice who had not called him a man-whore said, “Do you wanna know what happened?”
Remus tucked a napkin into his book and leaned back in his chair. “Oh yeah, I was going to be wondering about you guys all night. Tell me everything.”
“Okay, well my best mate, Sirius. He apologizes for calling you all the stuff earlier by the way, we were just caught up in the moment. We were at the Leaky Cauldron, and he stepped out for a smoke and grabbed Benjy’s jacket— that’s his ex by the way— because he had the smokes, and then when he opened the package this folded up number fell out. And it was some bloke named Gilderoy—”
“Gilderoy,” Who Remus guessed was Sirius hissed, “What a proteinaceous bloody name. Imagine trying to moan that during sex?” Remus snickered, and Sirius giggled too, “See even he thinks it a stupid name don’t you? Um… what’s his name?” He mock whispered.
“I’m Remus.” He added helpfully, a smile pulling at his lips.
“See even Remus thinks Gilderoy is a dumb name.” he slurred, followed by a crash of metal, like he had just tumbled into a trashcan.
“Careful,” The other man sighed, “Anyway, we find this number and give it a call but in our hurry, we got the last two digits switched and we called you instead.”
Remus nodded, “I figured it was something like that.”
“Well,” they continued, “We called the right number, and you won’t belive it but Gilderoy didn’t answer but his boyfriend did.”
“No.” Remus laughed. This just kept getting better and better.
“YES!” They shouted through a laugh, “And then his boyfriend Edgar, he apparently works with Benjy at the leaky Cauldron. Now he’s headed to the cauldron to beat the shit out of Benjy and we decided to bounce before shit got bad.”
“Isn’t James so mean, Remus?” Sirius said super close to the microphone now, “He won’t even let me stay to watch my shitty ex get his ass kicked.”
“Sirius a strong wind could kick your ass right now,” James huffed, “Plus you have gotten us black listed from every other bar in town. I’m making us leave to preserve our future friday nights!”
Remus laughed—a full belly kid of laugh— until tears started to prick in his eyes, and he was wheezing for breath. He could not remember the last time that he had this much fun, and he wasn’t even there.
But for a moment he could pretend, walking the cold street the smell of rain mixed with the sewage in the street; trying not to throw up. He needed to make some new friends, he missed this feeling.
“Hey Rems,” He could hear Sirius smile through the phone. “Your working right? Where you working this late?”
“Uhh, the hotel across the London Bridge St.”
“That’s so close!” Sirius shouted. Remus was beginning to think that was just how he talked, always on the verge of yelling. “Do you like burgers?”
“Yeah? But I think most people like burgers?”
“Great, we are gonna bring you some.” Sirus announced proudly. “Your one of our mates now, okay?”
Remus chuckled to himself, “Okay.”
“Okay, see you soon Rems.” And before the call ended, he swore he heard Sirius say “He sounds pretty cute don’t you think?”
Remus tossed his phone the table, still laughing about the whirlwind of the last twenty minutes. Stretching out his long limbs, with a groan he got up and made some fresh coffee. It sounded like his new mates needed something to sober them up, and it was the least he could do with them bringing him a burger.
Remus grabbed his book and dropped it into his bag. He had a feeling he would not be needing it tonight. Maybe it was not impossible to make new friends working the graveyard shift— you just had to meet the right ones.
“Cheating isn’t always kissing, touching, or flirting. If you got to delete text messages so your partner won’t see them, you’re already there.” – Anonymous
Happy late birthday @dani-dandelino 💖💖 I love you so much it isn’t even real!!! I cant wait to squish you and give you the best tall person hug I possibly can! (i wrote this while blasting taylor in your honor)
Warnings: they drinkin, seeing old exes, cheating exes, accidental-ish love confessions, mutual pining, fake dating, and they were roommates 👀
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“Oh shit, I’m too drunk for this,” Jaskier scrambled to pull Geralt into a darker corner of the bar they’d descended upon for Lambert’s birthday, “I can’t see her here. Fuck.”
Geralt rather tactlessly looked over his shoulder at Jaskier’s ex, now ordering a drink and sitting at the bar with what looked like a date.
“Don’t look Geralt! She knows you’re my roommate,” Jaskier hissed and dragged Geralt around a corner so he wouldn’t blow his cover. Their breakup had been… rough. Olivia had cheated, then told Jaskier he’d never find someone like her. For three months he’d managed to avoid the venomous woman who lived just two blocks over from him and Geralt’s apartment. And now she was right fucking there and he wanted to cry.
“Jask, take a breath. You don’t have to talk to her if you don’t want to,” Geralt held him by the shoulders and tried to get him to make eye contact. He was far too preoccupied with watching the corner for an incoming ex.
“I’ll tell her I’m dating a doctor. Uhm… and they’re not here because…. Doctors Without Borders! Ha! See?! I’m fine Geralt, why are you looking at me like that?”
Geralt rolled his eyes, “I have a better idea. Follow my lead.”
Stumbling and barely saving his cocktail from sloshing everywhere, Jaskier trotted after Geralt. To his horror, he realised they were headed straight for Olivia’s spot at the counter. Geralt didn’t skip a beat, linking arms with Jaskier and winking at him.
Well that didn't help at all. Jaskier’s stomach did a little backflip, even as he clung to Geralt, the alcohol swirling in his veins making it much easier to lean on him. He was momentarily distracted by how nice it was to lean his temple on Geralt’s shoulder, even if it was an awkward angle, and he went a little weak in the knees when Geralt leaned against the bar and pulled him close while they waited for the bartender to get to them.
Jaskier whispered, “What are you-”
Only to be interrupted by Olivia, “Jullian! Hi! How are you darling?”
He felt Geralt’s grip around him tighten just a bit as she spoke and something deep in his chest purred at the protective gesture as he plastered a blindingly fake smile over his features, “Absolutely lovely, dear! How are you?”
“Good! I’m just here with Valdo,” she gestured over to the man sitting next to her at the bar. He looked like the black haired, greaseball version of Jaskier and it took everything in his liquor addled brain to keep from scoffing. Then it hit him.
“Oh! The Valdo! Well it’s good to put a face to the name,” Jaskier barely kept from gritting his teeth.
Geralt hugged him tighter, leaning down to stage-whisper in his ear, “We can go if you want. Lambert can go without birthday shots, love.”
Love?!
Fuck, Geralt never called him Love. Not even at their drunkest, highest, or most deliriously tired. It had him scrambling for a moment, just looking up over his shoulder at Geralt in absolute wonder and… and probably a little too much affection.
“No! Lambert needs his birthday shot of cheap tequila. Thank you though, sweetheart.”
The pet name rolled off his tongue far too easily. Normally he kept the pet names to a minimum for Geralt. He’d noticed a bit of bristling early on so he just- held back. Now it felt sinfully indulgent to call him that when he wanted… fuck what did he want?
Luckily they were rescued from the awkward introduction by the bartender asking for their order.
“Eight shots of Casamigos please! And one lemonade chaser and a shot glass of grenadine please!” Jaskier piped up, whipping his credit card out of his pocket too fast for Geralt to stop him.
“I thought you said cheap?” Valdo scoffed.
Geralt frowned, half stepping between him and Jaskier, “It is? It’s no Barrique de Ponciano?”
Jaskier was really trying not to laugh now. They’d n e v e r bought something that fancy, nor would they ever. But they’d been googling the most expensive bottles of different alcohols the other night and Geralt had drunkenly tried for a whole half hour to pronounce the name of this particular tequila.
The look on Valdo’s face was magnificent. Olivia’s eyebrows disappeared behind her betty bangs and Jaskier felt the purring beast in his chest get louder.
He reached up to pat Geralt’s cheek, “No need to spoil me tonight.”
Olivia leveled them with a piercing stare, doing that annoying ‘creating suspense’ thing she liked to do before she said something she was proud of, “I’m glad you two finally got together. I think you’ll be good for each other.”
Geralt did the remainder of the talking while Jaskier stared at him in shock. Unfortunately that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to sink into Geralt’s embrace like this all the damn time and hear his nearly imperceptible huff of annoyance at comments people made. Nothing would please him more than feeling Geralt’s stubble pressed against his temple when he pressed a kiss to his hairline every day and he did his best in his drunken state to memorize it in case it never happened again.
He came back from his dazed fantasy to Geralt guiding his hand down to his belt and it took him a panicked moment to realize he was meant to hold on while Geralt lead them back to the party carrying the shots.
Jaskier offered a quick “Toodles,” and flipped Valdo off with his free hand when Olivia turned her back, but they were soon lost in the sea of people. Without really thinking, he took his shot with the group and dumped the grenadine into his lemonade. Well he was thinking.
And he didn’t stop thinking, staring off into space until Geralt nudged him with his elbow, giving him a concerned look.
“What the fuck was that?!”
“It worked, didn’t it?” Geralt shrugged, popping a mozzarella stick in his mouth and speaking around it, “And you didn't have to lie your ass off.”
How Geralt was still so calm was beyond Jaskier. Well, it wasn’t, he’d been sure his roommate had absolutely no feelings for him whatsoever, but part of him had held out for a sliver of hope and that part was the dominant part right then.
“Love?!”
“Are you- mad? I thought it would help sell it…” Geralt rested a hand on his elbow to guide him away from the group.
Jaskier knocked back what had been left of his cocktail before the shots and could feel the regret in advance. It was never a good idea to talk about important things either drunk or hungover but here he was, about to flip shit on Geralt for… being a good friend?
“I’m not fucking angry, I’m yearning!”
The second, much more intense, wave of regret hit him when Geralt’s eyes went wide and his hand dropped from Jaskier’s arm.
“Oh don’t look at me like that,” Jaskier snapped, wiping a hand over his face, “And don’t remind me about this in the morning if I forget.”
Before he could make his escape with his tail between his legs, Geralt gripped him by the shoulders and trapped him in a kiss so frantic and needy his head was spinning when they parted.
“Jask?”
“Hm?” He had to remember to open his eyes, lost in the tingling ghost of Geralt’s lips on his and the firm grip still holding him close.
The grin Geralt was sporting was far too cheeky to be allowed much longer but Jaskier refrained from kissing him again to hear what he had to say, “Can I remind you of that in the morning?”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Jaskier mumbled as he wrapped his arms around Geralt’s neck and pulled him into another kiss, this one much softer but no less satisfying than the first.
Charles, Arthur, Hosea, Bill, Dutch, Javier? finally meeting ex who cheated on the reader? Would that help be a distraction?
Been working on this one on and off for a minute, just whenever I need to write something. It turned into little drabbles more than anything.
The first section is sort of the start of the story, and then it breaks off with how each character would react as your S/O
This one only has Arthur, Charles, Bill and Hosea, but I'll probably do a part two with others in the gang. I just wanted to post what I have already.
GENDER NEUTRAL READER.
Cw: cheating ex. Period-typical racism.
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Your stomach dropped when you saw him. The man you never wanted to see again. The piece of shit who’d taken what you had and threw it in the dirt when a pretty face walked by. You did your best to bite your tongue as Dutch approached the man and shook his hand.
The contact for this job was your ex lover, who had cheated on you like you were nothing. Just your luck. You had to work with him if you wanted to get the money. Dutch had explained to you all how important this contact was, and how everyone needed to have decorum and be on their best behavior.
You weren’t sure he recognized you at first, the way his eyes passed over you like the others as he took in the crew Dutch had brought along. You weren’t sure if you should be offended or grateful. You tuned him and Dutch out as they went over pleasantries. You were just trying to keep your composure, and keep your head down. Then you heard him say your name.
“It’s good to see you again,” He said, giving you a dashing smile. You froze, not saying anything. “You… look well.” He said. Dutch was looking between the two of you quizzically.
“Yeah,” you said, dumbly. “I… I am.” You finally managed.
“I’m… guessing you two know each other?” Dutch said, raising an eyebrow at you.
“He’s… I… we... “ you were still so caught off guard you couldn’t form sentences.
“We were together, once.” Your ex explained. “Until they left me.”
“Until you cheated, you mean,” You cut in, frowning. He was not going to make you the bad guy here, just because you’re the one who ended things officially. He ended it the moment he followed that woman to bed. “How is she by the way? Still everything you wanted?” you asked bitterly.
Dutch shot you a look, and you stopped yourself from saying anything more. You couldn’t do the job without him. You’d have to be civil.
“I told you, she meant nothing. It was just a mistake. You’re the only person…” He trailed off, and you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. You couldn’t suppress a small triumphant grin as you recognized the familiar presence of your lover at your side. You could only imagine the look he was giving your ex.
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~~~Bill~~~
Everyone froze, holding their breath. Bill wasn’t exactly known for his even temper. What would he do? Would he shoot your ex? Challenge him to fight? You leaned back against Bill slightly, hoping your presence would calm him.
You heard a laugh rumble from Bill’s chest as he looked the man up and down. It started out as a chuckle, but grew to a full-belly laugh as he looked at the man. His arm wrapped around you, pulling you close as he laughed. You glanced up at your lover quizzically, then back at your ex. Your ex looked confused, and more than a little irritated at being laughed at.
“And what do you find so funny?” He growled, scowling at Bill.
“People like to call me the idiot,” Bill cackled, “But at least I was never dumb enough to hurt the most perfect person on earth.” He took in a deep breath, calming his laughter, letting out a few remaining ‘hoo’s and ‘ha’s.
“Excuse me?” Your ex asked, barely containing his rage.
“I mean, come on. They’re perfect,” Bill said, as if it were obvious, gesturing to you. “Their laugh, their smile. They can sling a gun better than half the men here, yourself included I’d reckon. They don’t take no shit from no-one.” He glanced down at you, blushing. “Yet they still put up with me fer some reason.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I figure that means you’re dumber than me for lettin’ yer eyes wander when you had the best in the world on your arm.”
Dutch and your ex stared at Bill, mouths gaping. Your ex looked like a fish on land, mouth opening and closing, not sure how to respond. Dutch seemed mildly impressed at Bill’s poetic words, but also more than a little irritated for what it could mean for the job. Bill seemed suddenly aware that everyone’s eyes were on him, not just you and Dutch and your ex, but the rest of the Van der Linde gang behind him were staring at him in shock.
“I… er…” Bill seemed to shrink a little under everyone’s gaze, though not enough that he’d surrender whatever stand-off he was having with your ex.
Before his shyness got the better of him, you grabbed his face and pulled him down fiercely for a kiss. You may have been squishing his cheeks a little too tightly, but you weren’t letting him go, no matter what. He melted into the kiss as he always did, forgetting everything around but you.
When you broke the kiss, Bill's face flushed red. He coughed slightly, boot scuffing the dirt as his arm wrapped around your shoulder and he pulled you tight against him. You grinned triumphantly at your ex as you snuggled up against your sweetheart, holding onto him while he pushed down his embarrassment.
“So. We gonna do this job, or ‘re you too small to put this aside and get to business?” Bill huffed.
~~~Arthur~~~
“So,” Arthur said, his voice eerily calm. “This him, then?” He asked. You glanced up at Arthur. He was staring your ex down, his face hard as stone. You nodded.
“And, you are….?” Your ex asked, doing his best to seem unimpressed by Arthur’s demeanor, though you didn’t miss the way his hand twitched by his gun. He was scared.
“This is Arthur,” Dutch cut in, trying to save the deal. “Don’t mind him. He’s very protective of those he cares about. Shall we... continue…” Dutch trailed off when he realized your ex wasn’t listening. He was watching as Arthur’s arm went from your shoulder to your waist, pulling you against him. You felt him press a quick kiss to the top of your head.
“You… you traded me for this brute?” your ex scoffed. “I never thought you’d prefer brawn over brains,”
“And I’m sure they never thought you’d be dumb enough to cheat on them. But here we are,” Arthur said dryly.
“You made your bed,” You said. “Now you get to lie in it. I’m happier now than I ever was with you.” You wrapped one arm around Arthur’s waist, your other hand resting casually on your gun.
“Well,” your ex huffed. “Seems you two are perfectly suited. I hope you don’t live to regret it. Violence begets violence. When he starts beating you, don’t come crying to me.”
You let out a little growl and stepped forward, ready to fight, but Arthur held you back with a firm hand on your waist.
“Now just a minute,” Dutch snapped, glaring your ex down. Your ex just gave him a bored look.
“Shall we get on with the job?” He asked. Dutch glanced back at you. You shrugged.
“He may as well be good for something.” you said simply. “It weren’t lovemaking. Maybe he can help earn some money.” You could practically see steam leaving your ex’s ears, but he was too proud to let you chase him off, so he and Dutch returned to business.
Arthur leaned down and gave you a quick kiss, nuzzling his nose against your cheek for a moment before turning back to the business at hand
~~~Charles~~~
“Are you alright, my songbird?” Charles asked calmly, his hand slipping down your arm and interlocking with your own.
“I’m fine,” You assured him, smiling up at him.
“You and him?” You ex scoffed.
“Yes. This is Charles.” you said, glancing over at him before turning back to look up at Charles. “You remember the man I told you about?”
“The one who cheated on you? Yeah I remember,” Charles said, his voice dropping some as he stared the man down. But his demeanor was completely calm. Your ex scoffed.
“Seems your standards have dropped.” He said.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You growled.
“I mean, what prospects do you have with this man of… questionable heritage,” He finally said. Your gun was drawn and pointed at your ex in an instant. Charles grabbed your hand and gently guided it down, so that you were aiming at the ground.
“I’d think very carefully about what you say,” Charles said, amusement in his voice. “They aren’t known for their even temper.” Charles let go of your hand and stepped toward your ex. He took one step back in fear before he forced himself to stop and stand face-to-face with your current lover.
The two men stared each other down for a moment. Everything was quiet, the air was still, no one even dared breath.
Charles threw a punch, landing it squarely on your ex’s face, sending him sprawling into the dirt.
“That’s for breaking their heart,” Charles said, leaning down to stare at the man. “Though perhaps I should thank you. We’d have never met if you weren’t such a fool,” He said. Charles straightened up and walked back over to you, pulling you into a tight embrace and breathing in your scent to calm down. You hugged him tightly in thanks.
“So,” Dutch said, as if nothing had happened. “Shall we get on with the job?”
~~~Hosea~~~
“Is everything alright, my darling?” Hosea asked calmly, though you could sense the tension in his hand as it rested on your shoulder. You brought your hand up to rest over his, meeting Hosea’s gaze.
“Just fine, my love,” You replied. Hosea leaned down and gave you a quick peck. “Just some trash from the past.” you said, turning back to look at you ex, eyebrow raised.
“I’m trash?” Your ex laughed. “Which one of us is now with some decrepit old--” your ex cut off as both you and Hosea simultaneously drew your guns and raised them.
“I’d think over your next words very carefully,” you warned. Hosea looked the man over and scoffed.
"Hosea," Dutch said, a little surprised at the normally level-headed man's response. "Guns down." You lowered your gun slightly, but Hosea did not.
Hosea stepped forward, gun still raised, staring your ex down. Your ex stood stock still, not even daring to move. Hosea lowered his gun, and grabbed your ex by his collar, lifting him up so they were eye-to-eye.
"Listen here, you waste of space, and listen well." Hosea growled, "This decrepit old man is about to give you the most valuable piece of advice you have ever gotten. Are you paying attention?" He asked. Your ex nodded frantically. He'd clearly done the math. You didn't live to be Hosea's age in this kind of life unless you were the strongest.
"If by some miracle you are ever graced with a partner even half as good as they are, they are to be treated with the utmost respect. Your eyes will never wander. You will never leave their side unless they send you off. You are a fool for ever looking anywhere but to them.
"And maybe I should thank you for it, except I remember how they were when we found them. Half starved. Heart broken. They'd been beaten to a shell of a person by YOUR choices. No one deserves to be broken like that.
"But then, because they are so strong, they pulled themselves out of it. Picked up the pieces and became whole once more. Stronger than before. And once they'd healed, they found it in their heart to give me a chance."
Hosea's head turned ever so slightly, glancing back at you out of the corner of his eye. You stepped forward so you were standing behind him.
"Every fiber of my being is telling me to snap your neck like a twig," Hosea continued. "But that's not my choice to make. What do you say my dear?" Hosea asked you. You paused, thinking over the offer. Just seeing the terrified look on his face was filling you with satisfaction.
"Let him go," you finally said, and Hosea let go of your ex's collar instantly. "We need him for the money. He may as well be useful." You said, linking your arm through Hosea's and staring at your ex. He looked pathetic, perfect clothes wrinkled, staring at Hosea and you in fear. It was enough.
"Well, carry on." Hosea said, gesturing for your ex and Dutch to continue their conversation.
