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[terrariumboi]

Connor x Cheated On! Reader (Oneshot)

(I used gender neutral pronouns bc why not)

It had been a very long two months. 

Chris, the conniving asshole had been around all the time. He was your best friend, and went from coming over nearly every day after school, to having you call last minute to cancel plans because Chris was in a mood again. 

This time he knew Chris and his weird looks and judgements were out somewhere, so he decided to come visit.

He continued to your house, but stopped outside the door. He heard something that sounded painfully like crying coming from inside.

“(Y/N)?”

He called.

“Are you okay?”

When he didn’t get a response, he took the spare key from under the flower pot and unlocked the door. He felt the tiniest bit guilty for barging in uninvited, but he stuffed that away. You might need his help, and that took priority.

He walked quickly down the hall to your room, and opened the door. 

You were sitting on your bed, your wastepaper basket overflowing with tissues. Tears were pouring down your cheeks, and your eyes were puffy and red.

“Connor.”

You sniffled. He was next to you in seconds.

“What happened?”

You let out a fresh wail. He put a tentative arm around you.

“C-Chris w-w-was ch-cheating on m-me!”

You sobbed. Connor’s grip tightened around you. 

“Do we know that for sure?”

He asked, rage barely concealed in his tone. You tossed him your phone. Open on it was a text from (F/N), showing Chris kissing some girl at a party.

He got up.

“Do you want me to go to the party? I will beat the shit out of that asshole, that absolute bag of shit-”

You shook your head quickly. He slumped.

“You aren’t seriously staying with him.”

You shook your head again. 

“R-right now I’m trying to figure o-out what comes next.”

You hiccupped. 

“And the first p-p-part of that is going to be breaking up with his ass.”

You took your phone back from Connor, and went to Chris in your contacts. Connor sat back down next to you. He couldn’t lie: he was excited to see how this would turn out.

You put the phone to your ear.

“Put it on speaker.”

He whispered. You nodded. After an irritatingly long pause, he picked up.

“Hello?”

Chris said. You swallowed hard, and steadied your voice.

“Hey! It’s (Y/N).”

Connor looked at you. You grinned at him. 

“Oh. OH. Hey (Y/N)!”

Chris said, a little bit too perkily. You would have known something was going on, even if you hadn’t been confronted with proof.

“I just wanted to let you know that you can come around to my house later tonight, after whoever’s party you’re at right now, and pick up your stuff.”

Chris paused.

“What?”

“It’ll be boxed up outside, and if you don’t take it and leave right away, I will set it on fire. Clear?”

You continued, ignoring his question.

“(Y/N), what the fuck is going on?”

He demanded. Connor couldn’t help himself.

“They’re breaking up with you, dumbass!”

“Who the fuck is that? Are you cheating on me?”

Chris said, sounding far too outraged for your taste. Any composure you may have regained disappeared. 

“That’s Connor. And for the record, I think it’s pretty rich of you to assume that I’M the one cheating, you cocky son of a whore.”

You snapped. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Chris lied. You laughed mirthlessly. 

“Bullshit. I have a picture of you sucking some bitch’s face off at the party you’re at right now.”

Chris went silent for a moment. Connor imagined his smug face on the other end of the line, knowing he’d got caught. It took whatever self restraint he had left not to laugh.

“(Y/N),baby, listen. I’m really sorry. I had been seeing Mackenzie since before we started dating, and then I kind of just.....forgot to stop seeing her.”

You swallowed again, and Connor saw your eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“Well then go have fun with Mackenzie!”

You choked out, before hanging up.

Connor side hugged you.

“It’s gonna be okay. You deserved better anyways.”

You wiped your eyes.

“I know it’s gonna be okay for us, but that idiot seems to have forgotten that I still have all his shit.”

Connor liked the way you said ‘us’. It sounded like the times before Chris, when it was just the two of you, facing whatever else had to happen. When Larry pissed him off, or when someone made fun of you at school, you had each other’s backs. 

You stood up. 

“Connor, I think there are some boxes in the kitchen. Would you mind grabbing them for me?”

He nodded, and left the room. You exited the room too, and followed him to the kitchen. 

He found the boxes with minimal difficulty, and was about to return to your room, before he noticed you struggling to hold the stack of newspaper, glue, several bottles of nail polish, two cartons of eggs, enough glitter to fill a bathtub, whipped cream, silly string, and what looked like cheese whip.

“Need some help?”

He asked. 

“Yes.”

He took the eggs and cheese whip, and the two of you went back to your room.

The both of you put your newly found objects of exacting revenge down.

You collected Chris’s belongings from around the room, before dumping them unceremoniously in a pile, between you and Connor.

“What are we doing?”

Connor asked. You smiled.

“Boxing up his stuff, of course.”

You took his hoodie out of the pile, covered it in glue, then shoved it into the bottom of one of the boxes, before dumping a little a lot of glitter on it, then topping it off with a cracked egg, adding the shell. Connor grinned at you.

“Chaos. Finally something I’m good at.”

As he grabbed object after object from the pile, he snuck glances at you. Your tears were long gone, and were now replaced with a sort of glow. You seemed happy, which made his heart do happy emotes.

After all of the items were boxed up, and the eggs were all gone, you and Connor high fived. 

Connor was about to close his box up, but you waved his hands off. You took the remainder of the tools of disaster, and put half of them onto the top of it, putting the other halves onto your box.

Cheese was starting to ooze out of the top of the box, so the two of you did the only thing you could think of. You gift wrapped the boxes.

As the two of you carried your boxes to the parking lot, Connor couldn’t help laughing. You turned to him.

“What?”

He continued to laugh.

“Imagine his face when he opens the boxes!”

You smiled.

“Well, maybe he’ll learn a valuable lesson.”

You swung an arm around Connor.

“Don’t mess with the harbingers of doom.”

He grinned back at you.

“Only one way to find out.”

[terrariumboi]

i swear to god if another cishet white girl calls me her ‘uwu trans boy bb <3′ i’m gonna have an uwu stroke <3