Guess we both ain't shit.
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Cheater!eren x revengecheater!reader
Warnings: mentions of sexual themes, cheating ofc, angst, bad bitch reader, arguing, manipulation, eventual smut, slight bum eren 👀👀
Summary: after a “sweet” 3 years of being in a relationship with eren, you find out he’s been cheating, not once, but MULTIPLE times, so you come up with the only logical plan and fw his hbs 👀👀👀
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You’d woken up, limbs tangled across Mikasa’s. Only to be hit with the waves of feeling misery and betrayal from earlier, remembering the events. The feelings flooded back like a slap in your face after waking up so tranquil.
You turned to Mikasa, curious to see if she was still asleep. You're surprised when you glance at her; her eyes open wide, and she greets you with a soft "good morning." You can tell she wants to ask what else happened last night, but she doesn't want to cross that boundary, knowing you're feeling enough right now and she respects that you will come around once you've processed everything.
Well that didn't take long.
You say out loud, staring off into the distance, not even feeling an ounce of sadness for the fact that you could've done better for him, like the typical victim-blaming response, blah blah blah. Instead, you feel betrayal and the need for a lickback. For now, all that can suffice is you embarrassing him, and boy, will you get around to showing him the real definition of embarrassment.
You hop out of bed, going to your purse where his phone would be, you left on the foot of the bed last night and you reach over to grab it when you hear Mikasa speak.
“Are you sure you wanna go through it?”
She doesn't even KNOW how much you've already seen, and the amount of second-hand embarrassment you felt within a second of reading the text messages between him and her.
“I wouldn't have brought it if I didn't. Plus, I need more evidence,” you replied silently and softly.
And you knew she knew you were right. If you were to tell the whole friend group, it'd be unbelievable that the high school sweethearts would end up in eren of all people cheating on you. But it seems like they didn't know him as well as they thought, and you were determined to grasp that outcome. You NEED him to feel the betrayal, the embarrassment, the shame.
You could careless about the fact he cheated on you, well actually you did but more so the fact he broke your trust and vulnerability with you. The bond, the late-night talks, late night swimming, impulsive road trips, random texts saying he loved you, the whole bit. It only leads you to one question.
It sure was real to you. You wanted to settle down, have a child or two, and spend your life with him. Wait for him to come home with your future daughter while you're on the couch, reading, rubbing your swollen belly while she's playing and having her glance up every few moments; her idol is you. But all of that is ripped like a piece of paper. Did he think your feelings and dreams were disposable? Did he think that about you?
You couldn't bear the thought that he thought he could have it both ways. The only thing ringing in your mind is the fact that you thought you had found your person. Your one and only, your moon and sun. He'd made you believe so; what else were you to think?
The silent voice in the back of your head ringing, finding it unbelievable he could've done this at the same time. He'd pledged years of being loyal to you, showing you acts of love you would've never expected from any other relationship. Until you snapped out of it.
You were crying again. But not because of the fact that you love him so much and he does this to you, but because he thought he could keep your trust and do that behind your back. All you ever did was cater to him, his ideas, his ways. You almost gave up your true self for him, to be able to be one, to keep the sacred promise he chanted to you day after day, night after night.
Did he think you'd never find out?
You couldn't answer the question yourself before you moved, thoughts not connecting, but your movements are.
You snap out of your thoughts, feeling the sensation of mikasas hand rubbing your back, handing you a tissue. You thank her quietly and quickly and got right back to grabbing your purse, taking both his phone and yours out.
You unlocked his phone, then yours. You opened every messaging app, went into his Safari, his history, call logs, and emails; you took pictures of everything. You finally reached the date in his phone when they first started hooking up behind your back, a year ago. A year? IN a year, he was doing this, lying to your face, coming home late, making excuses to leave early during dates, family functions, etc. You had simply thought it was family emergencies or work; that's all you could think of as the only possible excuse at the time. After all, you trusted him with every vein in your body back then.
But now? Now you can't bear the mere fact that he might still be asleep, tucked in, thinking he had gotten away with hooking up with her.
Now that you had everything, you didn't have a need for his phone. So what else do you do with trash? Throw it out. And that's exactly what you did, straight out the second-story window. You didn't care what happened or who found it. All you know is that you don't care if anything happens to it and him.
Now you have nothing to do but sit in your thoughts, contemplating what the next move is. You have a few ideas, some perfect for temporary satisfaction, maybe damaging his car, showing all the pictures to his parents and family, but you thought of something better.
“Hey Mikasa?” you peep out while sniffling
“Yeah?” you hear her reply gently, patient and there for you.
“You have any parties coming up?” you meekly ask, feeling a little embarrassed.
“Wait what! Why do you wanna know? Don't you need time to process everything and move on first?”
“Would you believe me if I said I might've already?”
And it's true. You weren't the type of person to keep thinking about what YOU did wrong; you were the type of person to think about what THEY did wrong, determined to make him feel the same way you did, fueling you and the result is your mindset being you can't keep contemplating what ever the fuck you did, or they did wrong, even if it's years of loyalty to another.
You can never give him the satisfaction of it damaging you for months, maybe more. It's not safe to say you fully moved on, yeah, but it sure was safe enough to say you'd do anything, or anyone, to get back at him and have the whole situation in the palm of your hand.
You're abruptly cut out of your thoughts again when you hear her respond.
“W-well.. They're planning on doing a get-together in a week and a half or so. And I know I can't stop you from anything you wanna do, but just know I'll be here every step of the way,” she says in a warm tone, hinting at unsureness about telling you about the next function, but she can't say no to you; she knows and trusts what you're doing. Mikasa knew the kind of person you were at heart; you both grew up together, and you and she know each other front and back.
now, all you had to do was wait.
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A/n: PHEYEWWWW boi life has been hitting me like I'm a bad ass kid 😭😭😭
This chapter wasn't my best, but hey, I need the 14 members of my audience to get updates as fast as they can come.
ALSOOO!! I base each song on each chapter with the mood and feelings you'll experience in the chapter 👀👀 Ouu shii, enjoy the angst and playlist byeee 😳
Ik I asked this before, but who do y'all wanna go for first? 👀
Jean
Armin
Reiner
Porco
Zeke (new)
Pieck (new)
Sasha (new)
Voting ended onJul 25
