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party || rafe cameron
warning- SMUT // vaginal fingering, eating out, vaginal penetration, mentions of intoxication
rafe cameron x fem!reader
a/n- so this is my first time writing for outer banks, im terrible at writing actual interactions so im sorry its so bad at first lmao. also disclaimer: rafe in this fic is nothing like he is canon, so his characterization is off. enjoy :)
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the lights were blazing, different colors zapping throughout the room as you made your way over to the couch. your head was slightly fuzzy from the intoxication, but you managed.
since the couch was empty, you took the chance to sprawl your whole body out on it, head on one arm and feet dangling off the other. you watched as everyone danced and made out and filled their bodies with even more toxins. soon, you found yourself just dazing up at the ceiling, lips opening and closing slightly as you lip-synced in a whispering tone to the loud music.
after what felt like hours, but could’ve only been a few minutes, you felt something nudge your thigh. without moving your neck, you let your eyes flash down to find the source of the movement.
hovering over you was rafe cameron. his dirty blonde hair framed his face messily, a single cross earring dangling from his left ear, a red solo cup in his hand as his free hand poked at your thigh.
“what?” you slurred, now moving up on your elbows and blinking back the haziness.
“i wanna sit,” he said, taking a sip from the cup. even in this state it wasn’t hard to notice how good the boy looked, tilting his head back and gulping down the liquid, eyes never leaving your own.
you groaned, pulling your knees to your chest and allowing rafe to throw himself onto the cushion. you were now facing his side, as his hands gripped your legs and pulled them back to their original position, except now they laid over his leg. giving him a curious look, you laid the side of your face on the back cushion and fidgeted with the bracelet around your wrist.
“shouldn’t you be like- getting shit faced or something.” rafe snickered at your words, sending you a glare before looking back down to his cup, which he was also mindlessly playing with.
“sorry, did i interrupt your little..nap?” he teased with a hint of amusement, referring to the previous state you were in, and you scoffed in return, mind clearing a bit more and making room for annoyance.
“whatever.” and then, you were pulling your legs off him and standing up, albeit wobbly as you almost fell to the side, caught by rafe’s firm grip around your arm.
“you good?”
“‘m fine,” you dismissed the boy, confused as to why he was even talking to you in the first place.
the truth was, you never liked him, he was rude and careless and selfish and way too much to put up with. but you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards the boy, and the tension that was always evident when the two of you were together.
but you always just pushed those thoughts aside, because even the thought of anything happening made your mind whirl with a plethora of emotions, not good ones by any means.
but then, you also couldn’t deny the recurring fantasies of things that could happen. could but wont, because he’s rafe cameron, and not even you’re desperate enough to be one of his bitches.
“hey?” a light tug of your arm pulled you back to the present, and you turned to see rafe at your side, cup forgotten as one of his hands molded around your waist and the other wrapped around your bicep to steady you.
“i’m really fine-.” you pulled away from him, and right as you did so, you felt someone back up on you, pushing you towards rafe and into his chest as a cold liquid spread from the lower half of your head and down your back.
you gasped in surprise, suddenly awake and alert as you sharply turned to see a boy standing there, cup tilted and empty as all its contents spilt on your back. he mumbled a quick apology, then took off laughing with his friends about something they said that probably wasn’t even funny.
“you sure about that?” rafe inquired, eyebrow raised in amusement as you stepped away from him, this time more cautiously. “c’mon, we’ll clean you up.”
although you wanted to say no and tell him to fuck off because you could handle it yourself, you were too exhausted from the long night to put up much protest other than a dramatic groan. then, you nodded, and rafe led you away from the crowd of people with a tug of your wrist.
—//—
now, you found yourself in a bedroom, rafes bedroom, waiting expectantly as you stood in front of the boy.
“what now?” you ask, palming your eyes and yawning, looking back at rafe with glossy eyes now, which were sending waves of tingles through the boys stomach.
“take a shower,” he implied, as if it was obvious. you scrunched your brows as he pointed to the bathroom on the other side of the room.
“i don’t have any spare clothes.”
“i’ll find you something to wear,” rafe shrugged, “go on,” he urged you to the bathroom, and you followed obediently, not having it in you to put up any sort of fight or ask questions.
“i’ll be right back,” rafe said from the room as you closed the bathroom door, only to hear the door to the bedroom close as well, meaning rafe left.
your mind was filled with the thought that he just ditched you, which was a possibility, but you ignored that thought and slipped your shirt over your head. once all the articles of clothing were thrown onto the cold tile floor, along with your shoes which sat messily in the corner, you lift a foot into the tub, stepping in.
immediately, you played with the oddly fancy knobs and managed to turn them on, warm water rushing through the shower head as your tilted your head back into it. the odd colored drink washed away from your hair, falling onto the floor of the tub and down the drain smoothly. you searched for soap, quickly cleaning up and scrubbing your hair twice for good measure. the smell of the soap reminded you of rafe, not surprising considering it was literally his own soap, you told yourself, annoyed by your current thoughts.
the feeling of the slightly cold water hitting your skin was enough to wake you up fully, but you were too lost in the blissful feeling of the water to pay much attention to your surroundings.
that was until you heard the door to the bathroom open, and you peaked your head through the curtain to find rafe, setting a towel on the counter, along with a shirt and a pair of shorts.
“who’s are those?” you questioned, making rafe jump as he realized you were watching him.
“sarah, i just took some from her,” he shrugged, and now you were even more confused.
first, he started talking to you randomly. then he’s helping you stand. then he’s taking you to his room..so you can shower. then he’s getting clothes for you to wear? how much did you have to drink? you started to ask yourself, questioning if this was all you just being wasted.
but it wasn’t, you felt pretty much fine. so there had to be something you were missing.
“just hurry up and change, i’ll be in the other room.” without another glance towards you, rafe left the bathroom, leaving you standing there, wet hair dripping forward from the way you had tilted your head to peek through. you went back to getting the soap out of your hair, rushing a bit more now.
meanwhile, rafe was in his room, just outside the bathroom, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. what the fuck am i doing? was his only thought.
he was honestly just confused as you were. it started when he saw you laying on the couch, mouth agape as your eyes sketched shapes on the ceiling. you just being there was tempting enough, but after that he just had to make his way over to you.
the two of you hadn’t had many conversations in the past, at least no genuine ones. most were just bickering, to be honest. but, just as you thought, the tension was undeniable. the feelings weren’t one sided, that was for sure.
when he caught you from falling over, you had leaned into his warmth and something almost turned in his stomach, which was quite nauseating on his side. it was annoying how fucking worked up he got around you. his mind would spin with options of what to do with you. did he want to just kiss you, fuck you or annoy you to death? he had no idea, but it was overwhelming, to say the least.
so when he invited you to his room to clean up, he wasn’t really thinking about it, because everything was happening at once. he even searched his sisters room for goddamn clothes for you.
interrupting his inner monologue, a door opened and out came your figure, except you weren’t wearing the clothes he had given you. no, you were just in your towel, actually. your skin looked slightly damp still, but your hair had been fluffed out and dried a bit from the towel.
“what are you- where are the clothes i gave you?” rafe asked, standing hesitatingly.
“dunno, wasn’t my style i guess,” you shrugged, looking around his room casually, taking in the very rafe feel it gave.
rafe just scoffed, messing his hair up and stepping closer. “well, you can’t really go out in a towel now, can you?”
this reminded you that there was still a party going on, although it was muffled and a bit quieter as people began to call it a night.
“then i won’t go out.” you stepped closer, looking up at rafe with an expression of uncertainty, trying to identify the look behind his eyes, figure out what the fuck he was up to. but you saw nothing. if anything, there were just a bit of nervousness hidden there.
“and what exactly do you plan on doing, then? since your obviously so wise.” now his guarded demeanor was back up, though he had taken a step closer so your heavy breaths were hitting each other perfectly, hands close to grazing one another’s.
“i don’t know.” then, another reminder flashed in your mind, and you looked back at rafe, “wait, why are you even here? isn’t this like- your party?”
“well, technically topper wanted a party, i wanted to go to bed and sleep for a year.” you chucked at this, figuring he had already gotten fucked up today and didn’t feel like another party. then, taking a risk, you leaned in just a bit, and rafe didn’t pull back. actually, he pushed forward, bringing his large hands to wheel around your waist, setting fire through your veins.
it was as if both of you snapped at the same time, first eyeing each others lips, then pushing forward and taking said lips between your own. the kiss was hungry and long waited, immense relief flushing through you, which took you both by surprise.
not even a few minutes of this passed by before rafe was tugging at the towel, still clinging around your naked body, droplets of water probably wetting his floor.
before letting the fabric reveal your body, rafe looked at you, pulling away for a moment and looking over your features, silently asking permission. a quick nod was all it took for the material to be ripped off and throw to the side, rafe spinning you both around until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you fell back onto the mattress.
rafe looked over you with a smirk, eyes skimming over each and every detail of your body as if savoring it. a lick of his lips was all it took for your thighs to rub together, anticipation becoming too much as you waited for him.
this obviously pissed him off, because now his hands were tearing your legs apart, exposing your bare cunt inch by inch. “don’t even try to cover this up, got it?”
his voice was demanding, and luring, enough to make you nod, eyes softening in obedience, resulting in a snicker from rafe.
he leaned back in, delving down to leave kisses along your collar bone and suck on the flesh until bruises built against your skin, making you whimper and grab his dirty blond tressed with your fingers.
the sound of your whimpers made rafe go crazy, but he tamed the need inside him long enough to work his way down your stomach, placing teasing kisses down your inner thighs, but not once touching the spot you needed the most attention in.
“please, rafe,” you pleaded, not sure where it came from but gong with it once you saw the way he looked up at you, lust blown eyes and parted lips, waiting to be against your cunt.
“please what, hm? tell me what you want me to do, baby,” rafe cooed, fingers clenching around the inside of your thighs so he could push them apart and kiss your inner thighs, resulting in your back arching and hips begging upwards.
“n-need your mouth.” your face blushed with embarrassment of having to speak the words, but rafe just tsked, one hand moving upwards as he used his thumb to draw circles around your cunt, only passing your folds, earning a cry from you.
“i need more than that, doll.”
“fuck! please, j-just need your mouth on me, rafe, need to feel your mouth on my pussy, please!”
it seems that was acceptable for rafe, his thumb pausing just above your clit, then dragging down, finally grazing over the sensitive bud and stimulating it perfectly. your hips jerked at the sensation, but you grew accustomed to the feeling once he began working in small circles.
soon, his mouth was on your cunt, tracing paths over your folds and rubbing at the nub with a flat tongue, constantly sending shivers through you as you moaned with pleasure. his hands stayed at your side, ring clad finger’s cold against your flesh as his tongue dug inside you and began fucking your hole with no remorse.
the shapes and letters his warm tongue carved into you were almost too much, and when you reached down to rake your fingers through his hair, you fought the urge to push his head down and allow him to bury himself completely between your thighs.
“f-fuck! rafe, oh god, feels so good,” you sobbed, voice becoming louder as he hummed into you, a smirk on his lips, no doubt, from seeing you fall apart for him.
rafe pulled away within a second, licking his lip and keeping his eyes on your cunt, calculating his next move. you watched as he did so, suddenly feeling exposed as he raked his eyes over the slick coating your folds and your clit throbbing painfully through them. you squirmed at the emptiness, about to squeeze your thighs together, but you were too late as rafe brought a hand up, middle and forefinger pushing through your folds and embedding themselves within your walls.
a loud gasp escaped your lips as he did so, and you bit down painfully on the cushion of them as his fingers pumped in and out of you with nonstop speed. rafe looked up at you, his own lips parted beautifully as he watched moans flow easily out of your mouth.
“you like that, baby?” came his husky voice, only intensifying your already great pleasure that ran through your body. you nodded at his inquiry, not able to form coherent thoughts under his gaze. and that was when his fingers made a hook and pressed against your most sensitive part, making you squirm.
his smirk became bigger, and his fingers fucked you harder, a desperate attempt to ruin you right there. then he was leaning down, still pumping his fingers, and began to lick your clit with fervor, flicking the bud and sucking without resistance until your thighs were clenching around his head and you were a complete moaning mess.
“oh fuck- i’m g-gonna come rafe, pleaseplease,” you begged pathetically, having no time to be embarrassed as he hummed, nodding his head while still sucking on your clit, and permitted you to let go.
the orgasm took over in a huge wave, which came surprisingly fast, and the only thing on your mind was the bubbling in your stomach that was finally freed. moans and gasps fell from your lips as you wet his tongue and fingers, and rafe didn’t let a drop go to waste as he lapped up your slick, helping to prolong your orgasm.
hands reaching for his hair in dazed motions, eyes closed and lips parted, you mumbled, “t-too much, rafe,” which was the boys que to give you a final kiss on your clit, then remove his head and fingers from your cunt.
now, rafe stared up at you, swiping a ring clad thumb over his bottom lip, which was glistening with your arousal. his thumb then moved to enter your mouth, and you dutifully took in the digit, sucking with starry eyes, and whimpering when he removed it from your grasp.
rafe rose to his full height, still in his shirt and pants, which were no doubt keeping his hard dick from standing tall. suddenly, you felt that flush arise to your cheeks from your being nude, and you bit your lip and reached a hand out to grapple at his shirt. he took this as a sign to pull the material over his head, then going in for his buckle as well. the sound of the metal clinking as he loosened it from its straps was enough to send you into a spiral of anticipation, eyeing his clothed prick impatiently.
rafe had that smirk plastered to his face still, throwing his belt aside and then his pants, making sure not to go too fast as he tormented you.
you let out a whine as he hooked his fingers around his boxers, not pulling them down fully but revealing his v line. “rafe,” you pouted, and he decided to be nice and let them fall down, now unclothed as he kicked off his shoes and settled ontop of you, marking your chest and neck immediately.
sighing with content, you held him close and let his lips suck on your flesh, until the arousal was too much and he began to grind against you, slowly. your cunt was already becoming slick again as he rubbed against your thigh.
rafe lift himself up to his knees, pumping his cock, the point of his tongue poking out from the side of his mouth in concentration. the image of your breasts on display for him, and your lips parted and chest thumping was enough to make the boy cum on the spot.
he raised a brow at you, making sure you were still okay, and once getting a quick nod, he pressed the head of his cock against your folds. in the next second, he was thrusting into you, earning a loud gasp from you, which he covered with a hand on your mouth.
“shh, ‘m gonna fuck you good, okay? just lay there and look pretty,” he teased, but you nodded, wanting nothing more than to do as he said.
the thrusts started out mild, but soon quickened tempo, hips stuttering against yours as he wrapped a hand around your leg and pulled it over his shoulder. this allowed a better angle, and you moaned with him as he repeatedly pounded into your already sensitive cunt.
you slid a hand down your bouncing breasts and stomach, then to your throbbing clit, soothing it with your gentle fingers before rafe slapped them away, as if saying “mine.”
his own hand went around your propped up leg to thumb at your clit, whilst the other made a path over your hips and breasts, fondling with the mound of flesh and pinching your nipple.
the overstimulation was rushing through you violently, his thrusts becoming sloppy, orgasm at the brink. you watched his head fly back, eyes rolling and mouth a gape, hypnotized by how pretty he looked even when he was fucking you.
“rafe,” you repeatedly mumbled, forming no other words in your clouded mind.
“hm? does it feel good? d’you like the way i fuck you, pretty girl?”
“y-yeah, so good,” you hummed, your own head rolling back onto the pillow, hips thrusting up to meet his and satisfy the hunger that once again boiled in your core.
“i’m gonna cum on your tits, are you gonna be good for me?” he said just as your orgasm was about to wash you away, and you nodded fast, once again wanting to be the best you could for him.
then, you came, waves of pleasure splashing through you before he pulled out, still thumbing your sensitive bundle of nerves, using his free hand to fist his cock which hovered over your breasts.
you held your tits in two shaky hands, squeezing them together and massaging them while rafe came, painting your breasts and stomach until he had milked out every last drop he could. he mumbled yes’s and fuck’s, along with your name until his high died down.
breathing harshly, you set ur sight to the ceiling, deep intakes of air causing the ends of rafe’s lips to turn upwards slightly. he leaned down to place one last kiss on your flushed cheek before letting himself fall onto the mattress beside you.
“let’s clean you up,” rafe said, turning to look at you, “the party’s not over yet.”
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home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader
“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”
warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end
w/c: 1.5k sheesh
a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO
you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.
once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him.
cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.
something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.
and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.
you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.
[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu
[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.
just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.
you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—
you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.
“babe! i’m home!”
you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.
“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”
you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"
his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”
you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”
“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”
“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”
“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”
he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.
your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.
everyone else can see him, too.
your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.
and so fucking sensitive.
within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.
you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.
“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”
“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”
thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”
you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”
“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”
his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest.
“good boy.”
he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”
“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”
“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”
with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”
driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”
he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”
at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.
“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat.
that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.
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“Ah, I was just asking.” You said, trying not to let your smile waver as you watched Jacob’s shoulder drop, the expectant look in his eyes giving way to disappointment for just a split second before he smiled gently.
“Oh, okay.”
“I’d be down to hang out anytime you want by the way!” You hurriedly added in an attempt to clear the awkward tension in the air and Jacob must have sensed it when he gave you a reassuring look to alleviate your worries at the possibility of accidentally blowing him off.
“That would be great. I’d love that,” He said softly, his tone warm and kind and you felt your heart skip a beat. You had just met this guy but you already knew you liked him. There was something so soft spoken and almost angelic about his demeanor that you can’t help but want to get to know him a little bit better.
“Would you like to exchange numbers?”
“Sure thing.” He grinned and you handed him your phone for him to key his number in. As he did, you couldn’t help but notice how his soft hair fell over his eyes and how he seemed to simply radiate a naturally ethereal and soft aura. The butterflies in your stomach were beginning to flutter wildly and you wondered if this was what ‘having a crush’ felt like. You had never had one since fourth grade.
You still remembered how it all went down. Despite your best efforts to make him like you, all he did was trample heartlessly on your good intentions and feelings. You stiffened as you recalled how he had ran away from you the moment you presented him with a handmade card on Valentine’s Day which you had spent a lot of time designing. The process had been gruelling for a young kid your age, to stay up late just to get yourself covered in glitter, glue and paint only to be rejected without even an answer. That day, you had felt so devastated and upset that you refused to even eat dinner until your grandmother threatened to bust down your door herself.
Over time, you kept the memory at the back of your mind, refusing to remember as you chose to place your focus on things that more greatly deserved your attention. Was one guy really going to change all of that? It felt a little ridiculous, seeing that you have just met Jacob but you could feel that was this sort of chemistry between the two of you. There was something so innately pure about him that you really liked. He exuded such warmth, unlike the boys you’d usually meet. This was one boy you could seriously like.
“Y/n? Y/n?”
You shook out of your daze and realised that Jacob was peering down at you curiously and you felt the embarrassment start to creep in.
“Sorry, were you saying anything?’
“Um, I was asking if you wanted me to key my number into your phone as well.” He said, looking a little confused. “Was there something on your mind?”
“Ah, it’s just… School.” You laughed it off and he chuckled, a deep yet soft laugh coming from within his chest.
“I can relate! I have that expression when I think of school as well.”
Pressing your number into his contacts, you handed his phone back to him and he smiled, “I’ll text you soon.”
“Didn’t he say he was going to text?” You wondered as you stared at your phone for the nth time.
The subway train slowed to a stop and as you alighted, you kept your eyes glued to your phone, feeling your heart sink with each passing hour. Even as you slipped it into your pocket, you could feel yourself being on high alert for any notifications, pings or vibration. As you walked down the streets and felt the slightest tremor, you could feel the anticipation coursing through your veins as you checked the notifications only to sigh deeply.
[ (1) notification from emma🔥 ]
hey are you there yet? i might be a lil late
yeah im actually already here
You texted back, pushing open the double doors to find the place still relatively calm and serene. There wasn’t anyone else except for an eldery couple at the booth in the far corner and a hooded figure hunched over a chocolate smoothie by the bar. The lunch crowd wouldn’t be here until another half an hour so it was plenty of time for you to relax and prepare yourself for an afternoon of unadulterated chaos and rushing lunch orders.
As you tapped your employee card against the electronic reader, you barely noticed someone creeping behind you and before you knew it…
“Y/n!”
“Oh! Fu- Kevin!” You scolded, slapping him lightly on the back as the boy doubled back, shaking with laughter. Your phone had clattered to the ground as you jumped and immediately, you doved for it, inspecting it for any damage and turning to glare at him.
“You… You should have seen your face! I’m dying!” He wheezed, his laughs almost coming out in pants at this point.
“Ugh, go annoy someone else.” You rolled your eyes, pushing past him while he trailed behind you.
“C’mon, it was just a joke.” He said, following you out to the cash register where you started your first duty of counting all the money in the till. Leaning on his elbows, he peered up at you curiously. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”
“I’m not that petty, Kevin.”
“Didn’t think you were,” he grinned and as your phone vibrated for the second time, you rushed to check it again, the excitement in your expression not going unnoticed by Kevin. As you deflated and stuffed your phone back into your pocket and resumed your duty of counting the notes, he asked, “Who was that?”
You purse your lips. “Just Emma telling me that she might be really late.”
“Huh. You were clearly expecting someone else to text you, I can see it. Come on, spill.” He said, his voice bearing a teasing tilt to it and you knew you could hide nothing from him.
Kevin was a friend you knew since you were in first grade. The two of you had hit it off almost immediately and grew to become a very close duo. In a way, he was the Watson to your Sherlock, the Joey to your Chandler, the Key to your Peele… You get the idea. He was your closest friend, someone you could confide in without needing to fear any judgement on his part. He was someone you told your deepest darkest secrets to, even ones that you kept from everyone else so that only the both of you knew about it. The bond the two of you shared was strong and almost unbreakable and there was practically nothing that would escape the notice of either of you.
“It’s just some guy.” You relented, feeling the heat on your face coming back.
“A guy huh?” Kevin mumbled, his expression one of mild surprise and something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. “Not going to lie, I didn’t expect that.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know, you’ve always been so invested in school and school only.” He shrugged before continuing, “When did you meet him? Where is he from?”
“Firstly, I’m not always ‘so invested in school and school only’. Let’s make that clear,” You retorted, “I met him yesterday at the bleachers before class so he’s from our school.”
“Interesting. What’s his name? Maybe I know him.”
“Jacob. Jacob Bae.”
“Wow, you even know his last name?”
“That’s what he keyed into my phone, dumbass. I’m not a stalker.” You rolled your eyes, showing him the contact information which he squinted at.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this yesterday?” He asked, frowning.
“We didn’t have a chance to talk. You had extra classes, Belle wasn’t in school and Simmi had some debate club meeting.” You replied nonchalantly, slipping the money back into the register.
“Still.”
“Alright fine, stop acting like such a dad.” You laughed, patting him on the back and his eyes darkened for a second before he reverted back to his previous carefree state.
“By the way, didn’t Bec say we’re expecting someone new today?” Kevin asked as he disappeared into the back of the house. You nodded, rearranging and organising the condiment bottles by the kitchen counter.
“Yeah, we are. They should be here any time soon.”
“Sorry, I’m new here. This is my first day on the job, do you work here?” A voice asked as you kept your head down, focused on the task at hand. That must be the new guy, you thought.
“Ah yeah, I do! You must be-” The smile on your face fell sharply as you saw who was in front of you.
The guy in front of you stared back, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and surprise in his expression as his mouth hung open. He was tall and had a lean figure with a handsome face that you would have recognised anywhere or rather anyone from school would have recognised, not just you.
He was the school football team’s quarterback and also the one who had broken your heart way back in first grade - Lee Juyeon.
“You… Y/n…”
“He’s here?” Kevin called from the kitchen, jogging out from the kitchen with a bright smile, ready to greet the new arrival only to skid to an abrupt stop as he saw who it was. His reaction practically mirrored yours and quickly, the smile disappeared as he stepped forward, his eyes blazing with barely concealed irritation.
“What are you doing here?” He asked Juyeon, who looked extremely ill at ease.
“I-”
“Ah, yes! You’re here! Juyeon, is that right? I see you’ve met my other two servers?” Bec, the restaurant manager interrupted as she walked forward, blissfully unaware of what she had just walked in on and shook his hand. There was still a startled, ‘deer caught in headlights’ look on Juyeon’s face as he shook her hand weakly, unable to get a word out.
“Y-yeah…”
“Excellent! Come with me, let’s get you settled here. You all will have a lot of time to socialise later, don’t worry.” She winked and you exchanged a look with Kevin that very clearly indicated that none of you wanted to have anything to do with Juyeon. The quarterback casted the both of you a nervous glance which neither of you returned before he followed Bec into the employees’ room. There was no time for any conversation as the two of them disappeared through the doors and immediately, you and Kevin erupted.
“Why the fuck is he here-”
“Of all people-”
You drew in a deep breath as you rubbed your hands over your face. “Ugh, why is this happening?”
Kevin placed a hand on your shoulder gently, concerned. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You sighed. How ironic to have finally run into Juyeon in a place you’d never expect to run into him ever. You could still recall that very day…
Shaking your head, you shook the thought out of your head. No, you can’t. It’s best to keep these memories buried.
“I don’t get it. I’ve been trying all these years to avoid him and now I meet him here?!”
“Yeah, I know. I totally get it…” Kevin coaxed, his voice soothing and reassuring. You looked up at him and instantly, you knew that the both of you still remembered very clearly what had happened that day despite your best efforts to forget that embarrassing moment.
You had given him your handmade card that first grader you had stayed up to craft and instead of even giving you a proper answer, he had chosen to run away in front of everyone else. When you tried to talk to him, all he did was shy away and refuse to even utter a single word to you which would always hurt extra bad whenever you saw him getting along with everyone else in elementary school. In a way, his reactions had a domino effect such that other kids who were also his friends began to catch on to what he was doing and started to follow suit. The only friend you had with you then was just Kevin. Eventually when everyone in the same grade progressed onto middle school and subsequently high school, you tried everything in your power to avoid Juyeon at all costs.
You would never join any clubs he was in, you would not sit in the same area as he did when it came to lunchtime and you would not sign up for the same classes in the same time slot as he did. When you said ‘everything in your power’, you quite literally meant ‘everything in your power’.
Till today, the memory of it still haunts you one way or another. On one hand, it wasn’t really a particularly traumatising experience but on another, it totally was. What he did totally trashed your confidence and it even made you swear off crushes until well, maybe recently… But none of that mattered. Here he was in the flesh, at your workplace of all places and you are now expected to work with him? How bad can your luck get?
As lunch service began and the crowd began to stream in, you tried your hardest to avoid him as well, moving away whenever he came close. Kevin, knowing what your agenda was, made every effort to minimise any interactions between the two of you which you were also extremely grateful for. This was what best friends were for, and perhaps your luck wasn’t so terrible after all because Bec had him attached to Emma for most of the time thereby further minimising any form of potential contact or communication.
For the rest of service whenever you had to pass by Juyeon, you never once lifted your gaze to look him in the eye or face to face. You could feel his eyes on you and it practically took everything in your power to not look back or do anything that could possibly give him a signal that you were open to a conversation or any form of interaction. Whenever he walked into the kitchen, you would leave and when he came near, you would retreat. It was like avoiding the plague. It didn’t matter to you how hectic lunch service was when your heart and mind was so preoccupied with Juyeon’s presence in the same confined place.
Why had he come? Why here of all places? Why this job?
There were so many questions that floated around in your mind and before you knew it, the shift had ended. Before Bec could even dismiss you, you bolted and made a run for the employees’ room and as you made your escape, you could see Juyeon looking at you from the corner of your eye. Once you were in the safety of the employees’ room, you breathed a huge sigh of relief and realised the tension in your shoulders dissipated as well as you did.
What a service. Was it because Juyeon was there that you barely felt like any time passed at all? You must have been so caught up and self conscious with him around that it didn’t even feel like an entire afternoon had just passed.
Closing your eyes, you leaned your head against the cold metal of the locker door. As much as you hated to admit it, he was still so deeply attractive to you even after all these years. It wasn’t like you hated him but you definitely did try to. After all, it would have been so much easier to avoid someone you truly hated.
Whipping out your phone, you immediately perked up as you scrolled through the notifications.
[ (1) notification from Jacob Bae ]
hey y/n, i was wondering if you wanted to hang out later for dinner? at bloom mall?
The message was sent more than an hour ago and you could have kicked yourself for missing it. What if he no longer wanted to hang out? Was it still too late to reply?
You could help but smile to yourself as you recalled the moment the both of you had shared yesterday. Though brief, you really did feel a connection. Everything about him was so sweet, innocent and angel-like. All in all, he was your ideal type unlike a certain someone…
A knock on the door almost made you drop your phone and your heart was in your mouth as the knob turned.
“Y/n? You still here?” Emma’s voice could be heard and you felt your heart relax.
“Yeah, I am!” You answered, walking towards her. “What’s up?”
“Can I ask you for a favour? Pretty please?”
“What is it?”
“Could you please help me coach that new guy on how to refill and operate the sanitising machines? I would have done it but I really have to rush to meet my boyfriend for our anniversary dinner and I might be late!” She pleaded, clasping both hands in front of you in a begging motion.
Instantly, your heart dropped and frantically, you tried to deflect her request.
“Can’t you just ask Kevin?”
“Bec has him clocking in for an additional hour because supposedly, Dana would be coming in late due to traffic. If you’re worried that it would be awkward, it’s not! Kevin will be there, I know how close you guys are and that Juyeon guy is actually super easy going and I think you two would get along really well!” She said with so much vindication that you wanted to laugh but covered it up quickly with a cough.
“Would you please do me this favour?” Emma asked once more. “I mean… Don’t feel pressured! I understand that you might have plans so if you can’t, don’t feel worried. If you do though, I will literally buy you breakfast, lunch or dinner… Your choice!”
You looked at her with a defeated expression on your face. Do you tell her no and go on your dinner date with the new guy in town, Jacob whom you have a budding crush on? Or do you agree to help coach Juyeon as a favour to Emma and stay behind for an additional hour with Juyeon and Kevin in the diner, thereby forgoing your date?
What will you do?
➳ Say no
➳ Agree to help
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another mood
I was in the mood to do this. I know. I’m pathetic. I have asks, yet I’m not doing them. I will get to them.
SO, there’s this person on Deviantart called MontyTH, and basically has an OC of this little hedgehog that’s supposed to be Sonic’s little brother. (Lmao he actually looks like a SonAmy fanchild though) So, that inspired me to make this!
PLEASE READ THIS PART:
Monty is kind of a blueish-periwinkle color, with three bangs just like Amy’s. He has emerald eyes just like Sonic. Sonic is overprotective of him, and gets jealous when someone else gets his attention.
Ages:
Amy: 16
Sonic: 19
Monty: 9
Basically anyone else:
Female: same as Amy’s.
Male: Same as Sonic’s.
“Hey Monty! I’m home! I have someone with me! Come down, I want you to meet her!” Her? What did he mean, her? Monty went down the stairs, and found his brother, Sonic the Hedgehog, with a pretty hot pink hedgehog.
“Hi big bro! Who’s she?” Monty asked, gesturing out to the lady next to him.
“Monty, remember Amy Rose?” Sonic asked. Monty remembered his number one fangirl. She would always chase after Sonic, always begging him to marry her. It was quite annoying, really. However, Monty couldn’t say that out loud. Sonic had taught him to be nice to everyone.
“Yeah. She was your friend.” Monty simply said. He was about to say ‘fangirl,’ but stopped himself before he could say it.
“Well, now she’s back, and she’s more than just a friend now!” His big brother exclaimed. “I introduce you, Amy Rose! My first girlfriend!” Earlier, Sonic had his arm around her covered waist. Monty looked at her. She was practically unrecognizable! Her quills had grown to her back, she wore studs on her cute little ears. She was wearing a red cropped sweatshirt, and she she had a rose pendant around her neck. She wore a black shirt under the crop top. She wore skinny jeans and a pair of red converse.
“Hey there, Monty!” She giggled. “You probably wouldn’t recognize me, seeing that I was very annoying as a kid, but don’t worry, I won’t take your big bro away!” Amy said in a loving voice, like she was a doting mother praising her child. Monty liked how she changed.
“I sure hope not!” Monty replied. Amy giggled once again, and Monty decided that he liked her and thought she was great for Sonic. “So she’s your girlfriend?” He questioned, turning to Sonic. He nodded.
“And she won’t be able to get rid of me that easily!~” Sonic chirped, nuzzling his head into the crook of Amy’s neck. Amy chuckled.
“After years of chasing you, of course I’d hold on to you forever!” Amy cheekily replied, nuzzling back. Monty found this a bit awkward, just standing there as his brother and his old stalker were starting to get intimate. He cleared his throat, hoping they would notice that he was still in the room. They quickly separated, and blushed.
“Uh, well, I’ll go get all of us a quick snack. Monty, can you please take Amy to the living room?” Sonic commanded him. Monty saluted him, and took Amy’s hand.
“What spell have you used to make Sonic fall for you?!” Monty demanded out in surprise. Amy flinched, not expecting the sudden outburst.
“Spell? I’m not a witch, Monty. You know that.” Amy stated while smirking.
“Your face is saying something else.” Monty crossed his arms, tapping his foot, copying his brother when he would get impatient.
“Monty, are you not happy that Sonic finally has someone to love? And that someone actually loves him back?” Amy inquired, but Monty wouldn’t have it.
“Are you saying my brother doesn’t, ugh, love me?” Amy was taken by surprise again.
“No! I meant love, romantically! He loves you so very much, and you have a big piece in his heart. All I ask, is that if I can have a piece of yours?” Amy gently questioned him.
“...Why?” He seemed a bit disturbed as to why she would want to be friends with him.
“You’re a really nice kid. Who wouldn’t want to be friends with you? You’re adorable and I love making new friends. Last time you saw me, I was some brat who only wanted Sonic to myself, and I would kill anybody who got near Sonic. I’m not like that anymore. I mean, I would kill any flirters who got near Sonic.” Amy darkly chuckled.
“Uhm, still as...hyper as always?” Monty tried to lighten up the atmosphere, indirectly asking if she was still crazy.
“Not really, I only act crazy when someone does something I hate, or when they abuse any of my friends’ names.” Amy responded, as if she was prepared for that question. “Anyways, has Twinkle Park changed? I haven’t been there in a long time.” She asked, hoping he’d offer to go with her so they could bond.
“Yeah, they added some more exciting rides there, I go all the time with my friends. We can go there tomorrow and I could show you!” Monty exclaimed, ecstatic to go on the newest ride, that only he and a few other knew about. “But you’ll have to wake up early, we have to be the first ones at the park!” He added, while Amy nodded.
“I can’t wait!” Amy replied in the same tone as him. Sonic comes back and hands them some snacks and Monty goes back to his room to give the couple some privacy, because he saw Sonic’s hand going down her back...
They started to make-out aggressively, Amy on the bottom and Sonic at the top. Sonic bit her lip begging for entrance, and Amy happily accepted. They were like that for a few minutes before they heard Monty yell out in disgust. Amy left, after trying not to give in to Sonic’s pleads to sleep with him. (not like that!)
The next day, Amy and Monty went to Twinkle Park, and were on the new ride, which was called “The Thrill Seeker,” which Amy admitted wasn’t as thrill seeking as being in Sonic’s arms when he’s running, but they enjoyed it. Then came one of those prize-winning game with the hammer, and Amy showed off her strength with her own hammer, breaking the game altogether. She won a stuffed Sonic, and yelled out “AMY ROSE IS BACK, BABY!” until a couple of Eggman’s robots (which were automatically programmed to attack without Eggman in sight) decided to attack Twinkle Park, but Amy and her iconic hammer saved the day.
‘She looked so cool, no wonder Sonic loves her so much!’ Monty thought, as she appeared out of the smoke, her hair dancing with the wind. He gasped loudly. Then, it was time to go back home. Amy insisted that she go with him so nothing happens. Monty didn’t mind; Amy was now his new guardian angel. Well, not exactly “Guardian,” because Sonic was, but still, he was super thankful for her. As soon as they got home, Sonic pounced on them, asking if they were alright, and if anything happened. Monty proceeded to tell him about how Amy single-handedly took down Eggman’s robots, and made Amy blush by how heroic he made her sound.
Sonic seemed impressed, and that made Amy’s heart soar to the heavens. Monty went up to his room to text all of his friends what he had experienced. Sonic smirked at Amy and pulled her into his room. They made out once again, but with Sonic being fast, attempted to pull her shirt up before Amy knee-ed him at the crotch. (DUDE I WANT TO WRITE LEMONS SO BADLY FUCK TUMBLR’S POLICIES)
“Sonic, your brother is upstairs, he could hear us! And, I won’t let you go any farther until you propose!” Amy declared. Sonic’s sexy smile dropped.
“Amyyyy, you’re only 16! You need a legal guardian to allow you to get married.” Sonic pointed out.
“Then you can ask Rouge if you can have my hand in marriage! She took ‘responsibility’ of me, since I’m still kind of a minor.” Amy rolled her eyes. “I moved in with Blaze and Rouge, so I’m closer to everyone!” She told him in a happy tone. He was happy too, he got to spend more time with his beautiful girlfriend...
TIME SKIP TO MOTHER’S DAY :DDDDDDDD
During the time passing, Monty and Amy took the time to have fun by going out to eat, take a drive, train Monty because Sonic was scared something would happen if he used his thunder powers (it fits him, I don’t think MontyTH gave him a power). And he also told her about things that happen in school, and Amy always gives him advice on how to handle it.
Then came Mothers’ Day, the day to celebrate mother figures everywhere, whether it be your mother, your sister, your teacher, anyone. Monty never knew his mother, because she died when Sonic was only 10 and Monty was a newborn. Sonic looked everywhere for an opportunity to give his little brother the life he deserved. He became a hero, earned a lot of money, got a house, sent his brother to school, gave him the life he deserves. He didn’t have a mother, but Sonic tried to be everything for him.
Monty decided to celebrate with Amy for Mothers’ Day, seeing as she was his brother’s girlfriend, and he could trust her with anything. She was his mother-figure, as well as a sister-figure, as Sonia wasn’t around because she had become queen. Monty texted ‘Happy Mothers’ Day Amy!!!!💕💕💕💕🌹” as soon as he woke up, and as soon as he sent it, he heard someone’s phone get a notification downstairs. He ran down to find Amy wearing one of Sonic’s cotton shirts, crying with a smile as she looked at her phone. She saw Monty and squeezed the living daylights out of him, and kissed his forehead.
“T-Thank you so much! I’m so honored that you think of me as your mother! I love you so much!” She kissed him all over his face like some doting aunt would to her nephews and nieces.
“You’re welcome!” He managed to say, all of his breath being taken out. She let him catch his breath, before he asked her something. “Where’s Sonic?”
“On his morning run.” That got Monty confused.
“But, he usually goes when I go to school?” He said, not sure why his schedule changed.
“It’s because he doesn’t want to leave you home alone, but since I’m here, he gets to do it early.” She blushed intensely, thinking of what they had done last night. “Also, someone’s going to get another big sister~!” Amy’s voice chimed melodiously. Monty tilted his head in confusion. She stuck her hand out to reveal a diamond encrusted ring on her finger. Monty’s eyes widened in shock and happiness.
“You and Sonic are getting married?! Yes!” Monty yelled and threw and a fist up into the air. Amy giggled and nodded. Sonic zipped back into the room and ruffled up Monty’s quills and kissed Amy’s cheek. He put a hand around on her waist, representing that she was his. Amy sighed in content.
“Whatcha guys talking about?” Sonic asks, taking his hand off of her and grabbing a plate of toast that was on the counter. “Amy told me that you proposed to her!” Monty exclaimed, running around, streaks of lightening traveling through his quills. He jumped onto Amy, who would’ve almost fell back if Sonic wasn’t behind her. She happily wrapped her arms around Monty and hugged him back.
“Yup! Rouge, her guardian, said that I have to wait until she’s 18 to get married, but for now, she’s engaged to me.” Sonic informed him. Monty nodded in understanding and went upstairs to talk to his friend on Discord. Amy turned to Sonic and grinned. Before they were about to kiss, they heard the doorbell ring. Sonic answered it, and found Rouge standing there with some documents.
“Here’s the papers, like I said, she’s not getting married until she’s eighteen.” Rouge simply stated and waved at Amy. “Here’s some of your clothes, hun!” She wheeled a suitcase into the house and flew away. Amy hugged Sonic from the back, avoiding his quills and nuzzling him in the neck. He turned around and kissed her.
“I love you, babe.” Her muffled voice could be heard saying. Sonic’s heart felt like it leaped right out of his chest, but kept his happiness contained.
“I love you more.~” Sonic replied.
“Says the one who’s been running away from me since I was eight.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“I was an immature boy back then, I’m a responsible adult now!”
“...Last night told a different story.”
“How do I even reply to that, Ames?!”
“Say I won.”
“No.”
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The Contract :: CS Omegaverse :: Chapter 1
Title: The Contract Rating: E Summary: Emma had never wanted much in her life, despite being married to one of the richest men in the world. For ten years she has felt like a prisoner in her own marriage, denied the one thing she wants the most, but her husband cannot help but bargain her want like a cheap business deal. Enter Killian Jones, the Alpha her husband has hired to make sure she gets what she wants. And then some. A/N: This is an Omegaverse fic featuring A/B/O dynamics. Whilst this varies from fandom to fandom, for the purposes of my fic, there will be no mpreg. Just so you know. There will however be knotting, breeding, heats and other delicious things that come along with A/B/O. If you do not know what A/B/O is, feel free to message me :) Many thanks to @hollyethecurious @kmomof4 @darkcolinodonorgasm @resident-of-storybrooke and @effulgentcolors for letting me bounce my complicated ideas of you lol
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Emma Swan was sick. Her head pounded from the daylight that had crept its way through her bedroom curtains, slipping through the only space it could which lead right across her face. The orange blaze burned its mark into her forehead, finally annoying her enough that she opened her eyes the tiniest crack and lazily watched the specks of dust dancing in the beam. Luckily for her, the sun was slow moving, and she easily avoided it by rolling out of the way across the huge queen size bed that she shared with her husband.
Unluckily for her, he was still asleep right beside her. He was normally gone by now.
Graham Humbert was normally an early riser, waking, showering and eating his breakfast like a military man who had repeated the same morning every single day of his life. But he wasn’t any sort of combat veteran, and held no stories of anything more sinister than a board meeting. No. Routine was his everything. There was never any room in his busy CEO life for any deviation and as a consequence, Emma had paid the ultimate price of marrying him.
She was lonely. He was good looking, she couldn’t deny that, and as she gazed upon the gentle rise and fall of his smooth back muscles as he snored softly beside her, she couldn’t help the smile that had crept across her face. Lonely or not, he was still the man who had married her, despite all of her issues, and for that she would always love him. And it wasn’t just today that Emma was feeling out of sorts; she had been sick her entire life.
It had all begun when she was around five or six, but she didn’t remember much of it, only the constant trips to and from the doctor’s office, but when she really thought about it, they were nothing like what they are today. The offices always seemed darker, more shady, and despite her heavy diet of prescription vitamins and supplements to keep the sickness at bay, she never remembered an actual doctor ever examining her.
She was just sick.
Her foster father had been a loving man, doting on her despite having three sons of his own as well, and giving her everything that she wanted. That was, until she had gotten sick. He had changed, becoming nervous around her, which seemed to increase each year that she matured, constantly making sure she was taking her medication. He cared too much and it made the man slightly crazy, as well as gave Emma a hatred for the pills that supposedly kept her alive. He obsessed over her medication so much, that when she was fourteen, he was declared unfit to care for her any longer and she was sent to live with the Humbert family.
They were nice but very different from her old foster family, who mysteriously, despite always living on the poverty line, suddenly decided to vacation in the Maldives just after she had gone. The Humberts looked at her with distaste at first, the one she recognised from her foster father before, and it made Emma unsettled. What had she done to cause so many people in her life to suddenly look at her so differently? She didn’t know, but she had discovered one thing; Graham Humbert was another scrawny teenager just like her and they got on like a house on fire.
Growing up was weird in the Humbert house. Graham’s father was an Alpha, from a long line of them in fact, and his mother had long since died before Emma even arrived . Living with an Alpha was intense, but it had been worse for Graham who, at the age of eighteen, still hadn’t become what his family had expected him to. Coming from a long line of successful Alpha’s meant that as the only Beta born in over three hundred years, Graham was, essentially, as excluded from the family as the foster kid.
Emma had always told him, being a Beta wasn’t so bad though. He might not have any of the attributes of his forefathers, but Graham was a good, kind man, and Emma had on more than one occasion told him any woman would be lucky to have him. It wasn’t exactly what she had intended, but Graham had proposed to her less than a year later and now here she was, ten years into a marriage she felt she had to be in out of obligation and because, she had to face it, who would want to provide for all of her medical bills?
Emma was sick, and she was lonely.
The sheet around her was pulled away as Graham shifted his weight, a grumble escaping his throat as he rolled towards her and relaxed back into sleep once he was on his back. He twitched, one of his hands flying up to scratch at the stubble on his jaw before falling like a dead weight against the smooth contours of his chest. His hair was a mess, the curls stretched and fuzzy, the only evidence of his inability to sleep longer than a few hours that only Emma knew about.
To the world, Graham Humbert was one of the most successful business owners the world had ever known. He was rich, powerful and if it were not for his unfortunate luck, he would have been another generation of mighty Humbert Alphas with their own company and a whole army of staff at their every whim. But he wasn’t an Alpha. He had never found his way into the patriarchal values of his own family and Emma pitied him.
Maybe that was why she had married him. Maybe she didn’t really think low enough of herself that she would have never found true love with anyone else because of her illness, but it didn’t stop her from saying yes. Graham hadn’t even gotten down on one knee, bought her a ring or taken off his damn business suit to ask her that day, but she had said yes and now, a decade later, they were both slaves to their own decisions.
If she had to really admit it, Emma knew they were both unhappy. They loved each other, and there had always been care between them, but lately Emma had noticed a distance between them that was gnawing away at their union. It seemed that not even the wealthy were immune to falling out of love, and despite what her head told her, Emma’s heart ached. She wanted more and had always felt like she needed something else, someone else. Graham had been the first and only man she had ever been with, as awkward as it was sometimes, and deep down Emma couldn’t help but think about the strangest thing.
Alphas.
Since she had turned twenty, just two years into her marriage and around the time Graham started to drift away from her, Emma had been fascinated with Alphas. Her friend and fellow socialite, Ruby Lucas, had told her stories, of all ratings, and Emma had guiltily wished she wasn’t married so she could experience one for herself. She hadn’t gone a single day of her life since then without imagining the strong arms of an Alpha male, holding her tightly as he emptied the frustrations of his rut into her. Alphas haunted her dreams, left her waking in a cold, horny sweat, but she was stuck with the man beside her; a Beta with an Alpha complex.
Graham stirred finally, Emma realising that for once, she had rose long before his body clock had him waking up. She blamed the sun, but if she was honest, she had been having the most amazing dream that had shaken her from her sleep with a coil in her belly and a welcome heat between her thighs that she hadn’t felt for an age in reality. A sex dream turned her on more than her own husband and Emma hadn’t had one of those for a good long time, just like she hadn’t had a good fuck either.
Graham was many things, including impotent at the worst times, and Emma hadn’t found a way to help him keep his erection long enough so that she could actually get off. Of course, that was her fault. Her mouth was too wet, her mouth was too dry, she was too wet, she was too dry - Graham had never once taken responsibility for his poor performance and a rift had formed between them. When things were good, they were great, but when it came down to pleasing his wife, Graham was filled with anger and contempt.
Emma watched him sleep, his fingers flexing against his chest and his eyelids fluttering, threatening to open. The sheet below his waist twitched, a gentle rise beginning to pleat the cotton. Things had been good lately, because Emma hadn’t broached the idea of sex, but with the intensity of her dream still fluttering between her legs, and Graham with evident morning wood, why not give it a go?
It was a sign.
With a smirk, Emma snuggled her body into Graham’s, snaking her hand over the bumps of his abs that he spent so much time toning. He was asleep, but Graham sucked in a breath, his leg twitching sideways and bumping against hers as she slid her hand lower. Her fingers brushed through the darkened hair over his groin and Emma watched the furrow of his brow as she scraped her nails lightly over the inside of his thigh.
She was trying to wake him, just like she had in the beginning of their relationship, except now she wasn’t out for his pleasure but simply and selfishly, just her own. Her dream had left an impression on her, her subconscious willing a beautiful man between her legs with a wicked tongue and a wit to match. If she squinted, Graham kind of looked like him as he slept, and after all, she could pretend. She had been faking orgasms for over half her marriage, what was one more to scratch an itch?
Emma’s fingertips danced around Graham’s now semi-hard erection, the organ stiffening and twitching under her light touches. Emma smiled when he groaned, his lips parting slightly to exhale and suck in another much needed breath to keep up with the rhythm of his heart, his thigh shaking a little under the thin sheet where they lay. It was fun, watching him helpless to her touch as he slept, because Emma knew if he was awake, things would be very different.
Even though Graham was not an Alpha, he liked to pretend he was, and that included in the bedroom. He had been loving at first, but then things had changed between them and he had become cruel, making her pleasure herself whilst he barely touched her. He liked to watch more than participate and Emma had found a huge void opening up in her sex life that had previously been occupied by the warmth of a man. Now all she had was sex toys and porn - if she was lucky.
“Mmmmm,” Graham hummed, the sound rumbling in his chest as Emma smoothed her palm over his length, swiping her thumb over the tip that had started to ooze under her assault.
“Does that feel good?” Emma purred into his ear, watching the hairs in his beard stand to attention under the soft warmth of her words. His skin prickled to life before her eyes and she smirked.
“Yes,” Graham hissed sleepily, his hips rutting up into her hand for more friction as his erection grew even larger under her hand, firming and springing from his body like a pole.
“Do you like that, baby?” Emma cooed, her tongue darting out to lick at his ear lobe.
“God, Ruby, yes,” Graham moaned, hissing through his teeth.
“Ruby?!” Emma snapped, pushing herself up into a sit beside him and pulling her hand away from him suddenly. She slapped his bare chest and he bolted awake with a fright.
“What? Emma, what’s going on?” Graham asked frantically, scanning the room, squinting when the light hit his face and then noticing that for the first time in a long time, he was lying next to his wife with an erection.
“Ruby?” Emma asked him sternly, folding her arms over her chest and arching an eyebrow at him.
Graham clutched the sheet to his lap, gulping hard and swallowing down the lump that had formed in his throat. His cheeks were pink, his eyes falling to his lap as he desperately tried to will away his shameful erection, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “I said that?”
Emma cast a knowing glance over his body, the position and language it was giving off telling her everything she needed to know. It all made sense now. The late nights away, helping out her friend in the absence of her own much older husband, constant invites and making sure he was seated next to Ruby at dinners. But still, she wanted to hear it from him. “Why would you think I was one of my best friends?” Emma prodded, watching him squirm.
“Don’t be crazy. It was just a dream,” Graham huffed, falling back against the pillows.
“Right, okay,” Emma nodded, turning from his obvious lies and feeling more than angry that her potential fun time had been ruined so abruptly.
“Don’t be like that,” Graham pleaded, sighing heavily. “It’s always the same with you,” he accused. “You can’t blame me for things I say in my sleep, Emma. That’s ridiculous.”
“Maybe,” Emma shrugged, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. She slipped her feet into her slippers and watched the bones in her feet moving under her skin. “Maybe you wish we weren’t married any more.”
“Come on,” Graham soothed, rolling over towards her and reaching a hand out to place on the bare skin of her hip. Emma was wearing just a loose fitting shirt and panties but Graham never noticed nowadays. “Come back and we can try again.”
Emma spun to face him, her frown so heavy on her brow that she thought it would leave lines. She was disgusted, more than that, she was hurt. “Try again?” She spat at him, batting his hand away from her thigh. “Like I’m not good enough?” Graham pulled his hand away, licking his lips nervously, rolling his eyes. “Whose fault is it that you can’t get an erection anymore, Graham, huh?” Emma snapped. “Whose fault is it that you can only get it up when you are thinking of another woman?”
“Emma-,” Graham began, but he was cut off abruptly when Emma slammed her palm into the mattress beside herself in frustration.
“Don’t ‘Emma’ me!” she screeched. “We both know I don’t do it for you anymore.”
“You’re my wife,” Graham ground out through clenched teeth, balling his fist.
“Bullshit,” Emma scoffed. “We both know that doesn’t mean a thing. Being married means love, it means you care, it means you have fucking sex with each other, not sit in the corner of a darkened room jacking off whilst your wife fucks herself.”
“But I like that,” Graham said defensively.
“Oh, good for you,” Emma growled. “It’s okay because you like it.”
“You don’t?” Graham asked dumbly.
Emma gave him a look, a mixture of disbelief and sadness. “If you cared about me, you would know the answer.”
Graham blinked at her accusation. “Of course I care.”
“If you cared for me, even a tiny bit, you’d let me have a divorce.” The sorrow in Emma’s voice hung between them, both looking away from each other to avoid the inevitable apologies that were to follow.
Graham always said how sorry he was, how it wasn’t his fault and it always ended with the same scenario; Emma riding herself into a muted oblivion on a fake Alpha sized cock Graham would strap around his waist. A silence fell between them, just as he had done the last time Emma brought up the subject of divorce. She was sure she was going to get the same excuse as last time, despite her sorrow, and it meant she was trapped.
“Humbert men don’t-,” Graham began in a well rehearsed voice.
“Don’t get divorced, I know.” Emma looked at him with a sigh, her arousal long since disappeared. For two people who were so similar, they sure like tearing each other apart piece by piece, until Emma finally approached the dreaded subject of separation. Emma knew she would never get a divorce, Graham was worth too much money to risk anything so public but that didn’t mean she couldn’t negotiate the terms of her marriage.
“I’m sorry,” Graham said with a sigh, his eyes dropping to the space between them.
“I want excitement, Graham,” Emma told him firmly and his gaze snapped up to meet hers. Her eyes were the most vibrant shade of green he had ever seen and he knew that she meant business. “I want sex, and I want it when I want it, not when you can fit me into your busy schedule.” He listened, blinking at her in disbelief. “I might only be a Beta, but you married me, you settled for me,” Emma said gruffly. “Even if you are fucking Ruby.”
Graham lifted his gaze once more, narrowing his eyes at the woman in front of him. He shifted his weight on his hip, his heart picking up its pace in his chest. “I’m-,”
“You are,” Emma laughed in defeat. “I’m not an idiot, Graham, so please don't take me for a fool.” Emma knew he was indeed fucking her friend, and she had known for a while now. Neither of them were discreet with their flirtation and their emails, which would make the most hardcore Alpha in rut blush, were easily accessible with their joint account. “So, here’s my offer.”
“Offer?” Graham cocked his head at her, intrigued. She nodded.
“I want sex. You can’t give me the sex I want. I want a nice, hard, real cock inside of me. You need to find me someone who can give me sex, and I’ll keep your little side piece a secret. You know, for public image purposes,” Emma smirked.
“That’s your offer?” Graham snorted.
“Take it or leave it,” Emma shrugged. “But every business journal from here to Japan will know about you and Ruby before nightfall.”
“You wouldn’t. You would be ruined too,” Graham told her darkly.
Emma shrugged and gently shook her head from side to side, her hair falling over her shoulders. “Graham, honey, at this point in my life, I have nothing left to lose.”
Graham narrowed his eyes with a sigh. He really was sorry, for what it was worth, but Emma was right. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Deadly,” Emma said coldly. “I couldn’t give a flying fuck if you were doing Ruby in the next room, as long as I am finally satisfied.”
“Can I watch?” Graham said hoarsely, the mere idea of seeing his wife in another man’s arms giving him a tingle downstairs that he hadn’t felt for an age.
“You wanna see me come, baby?” Emma cooed, leaning towards him and licking her lips. “You wanna see a big cock take me over and over until I scream?” Emma taunted him, her eyes darting between his and his slightly parted lips.
“You don’t get to have sex with another man if I don’t get to watch,” Graham grinned.
“Are you seriously negotiating this like a business deal?” Emma snorted, her lips twitching up into a smile and an eyebrow rising on her forehead.
“Of course,” Graham shrugged playfully. “It’s the only thing I am good at.”
Emma stifled a laugh and raised her eyebrows at him. “No deal, and I’d say fucking my best friend was enough leverage for me,” she began, inhaling hard and brushing a stray strand of her golden locks from her forehead. “So, I want someone tall, with a beard, blue eyes and very grabbable hair,” Emma told him firmly, biting her lip as she described the man of her dreams. “I want chest hair to rub my nipples and I want an accent. British.” Emma pointed at him, making sure he knew that detail was important. “Find all that, in one man, and you can fuck Ruby all you like.”
Graham looked at her, his lips twitched up into a sly smile. “Alright,” he agreed with a nod, accepting the challenge. “Anything else?”
“Yes,” Emma grinned, the thought giving her a tingle just by imagining it. “I want an Alpha.”
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“What do you mean, she knows?” Ruby screeched. Her hands were thrust into her hair, pulling it away from her forehead as she stared blankly at the floor she was pacing on.
“She knows,” Graham shrugged, his head in his hands. Sitting on a couch in his study, he had decided to tell Ruby, his lover, what Emma, his wife, had said. He’d left out the part about how she knew, a slip of the tongue during his dream state, but that didn’t matter anyway because if the way Ruby was stamping her feet back and forth, wall to wall in the room, it wouldn’t have been a sensible idea to anyway.
“Well, did you tell her?” Ruby accused dryly, her shoes scuffing the floor of his study as she made yet another turn at the apex of her pacing.
“Of course not,” Graham scoffed, his voice vibrating off the floor between his feet.
“Then how does she know?” Ruby demanded, her voice an octave higher in her panic.
“Will you just stop pacing?” Graham looked up with a sigh.
“No. You know what? I think I’ll keep wearing a hole into your expensive floor because I am entitled to!” Ruby stopped, despite her words and pursed her rouged lips. She closed her eyes, inhaled so deeply she thought her lungs were going to explode and then exhaled hard, shaking her dark brown hair over her shoulders with a flick of her head. “Okay, okay, let’s just think here for a second.”
“It’s fine,” Graham told her calmly. He hadn’t really contemplated what Emma had wanted until this exact second, Ruby reminding him that if their affair got out it would be disastrous. She, a woman of high society, would be made out as some common harlot, whilst his reputation, that relied heavily on his family image, would be over quicker than he could blink. Not to mention the shame he would bring to his entire Alpha dominated family, all but guaranteeing his immediate shunning.
“Fine?” Ruby scoffed with a grunt of distaste. “Graham, if this gets out-”
“Don’t worry,” Graham said, pushing himself to his feet with a grunt. “It won’t.”
Ruby laughed, dry and so sarcastically it shook her whole body. “Graham, don’t be naive. She’s your wife and my best friend. This is classic revenge, black mail ammo.”
“Listen,” Graham assured with a few tentative steps towards her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, brushing his thumbs over the patch of skin between the two straps of her top, and gave her a quick smile. He felt her calm instantly, her body swaying under his gentle caress. “Everything is going to be okay, believe me.”
“But how do you know?” Ruby pouted.
“She’s not going to tell anyone, I just have to-”
“To what?!” Ruby panicked again, her body tensing and whipping from his grasp. She took a step back, eyes wide with horror of the unknown. “To stop seeing me?”
Graham looked at her, her lip quivering as she waited for what she thought was their inevitable break up. “No!” He frowned. “God, no,” he laughed.
“This isn’t funny, Graham!” Ruby snapped, slapping his chest and attempting to push him away. “I love you and she’s dragging us apart!”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Graham chanted, clutching her fingers before she had time to totally pull away and yanking her to him. He wrapped her up in his arms, swaying from side to side. “That’s not what she wants.”
Ruby’s brow knitted together in her own confusion. “Then what does she want?”
“An Alpha.” Graham didn’t quite believe his own words but they fell from his mouth before his brain had time to stop them.
“An Alpha?” Ruby parroted.
Graham nodded. “With a very specific set of attributes.” He turned from her, a heavy sigh blowing past his lips as he contemplated his wife’s words. They were not unreasonable. Graham knew a lot of people, and his family had access to a fuck ton of Alphas because of, you know, all of them coming of age except him. Maybe Emma had already met this specific Alpha, maybe at one of his family parties. No. She wouldn’t be so shy. If there was one thing Graham knew about Emma, it was that she got what she wanted, especially if it hurt her husband. “I mean, it’s imposs-”
“Leave it with me,” Ruby interjected quickly and Graham gave her a questioning look. “What?” She smirked, sauntering over to him. “I know people and I’m very resourceful.”
“Mmmm,” Graham hummed as she pressed her body against his. “Yes, you are.”
Ruby glowed under his praise, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks. The tone of Graham’s voice made her skin come alive, dark and demanding, just like the colour of his eyes that had turned to a stormy grey. Ruby licked her lips, biting her bottom one with a playfully coy pout. “Does my Alpha approve?” She smiled sweetly, her hand finding the front of his pants and rubbing at his hardening length inside.
Graham loved it when she stroked his ego, amongst other things, the title from her lips fake but no less arousing. He growled, pulling her even harder to his body with a force that made her squeak excitedly for what was to come.
#A/B/O#a/b/o dynamics#alpha!killian#emma swan#killian jones#liam jones#will scarlet#ruby lucas#graham humbert#omegaverse#the contract#ch 1#cs fic#cs au#emma is married to someone else#its complicated
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Sun-Struck
Millicent/Ginny
Non-magical, college, texting AU
Warning for language & alcohol use
ao3
Tuesday, 11:04
Pansy to what was our group chat name again: Millie.. what was that?
Millicent: what was what?
Pansy: you just walked into a tree?
Millicent: I literally did not
Pansy: idk how else to say this .. yes you did
Blaise: hate to agree w/ pansy but I also bore witness
Millicent: ur all dirty fucking liars
Tracey: Ginny weasley just walked past
Tracey: don’t worry millie I don’t think she saw
Theo: wait what????
Theo: ginny weasley!!!?????
Millicent has left the group
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Pansy to dynamo titties: don’t think ur getting off this lightly
Millicent: why couldn’t I have better mates
Daphne: fuck right off we’re amazing
Astoria: heard you’ve got wet knickers for weasley female
Millicent: I’m blocking you all fr
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Millicent @itsmilliebitches
for sale: shitty friend group, will poke their giant noses in ur business and leave their dirty socks on yr floor (DRACO), starting bid: $0.06 and a piece of gum
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Wednesday, 09:43
Pansy created the group weaslette recon
Pansy added Millicent to the group
Pansy added Draco to the group
Pansy added Daphne to the group
Pansy added Blaise to the group
Pansy added Astoria to the group
Draco to weaslette recon: oooo exclusive members only club
Pansy: this is serious shit
Pansy: no fucking around
Blaise: except for millie
Blaise: ba dum tss
Daphne: please never say that again
Pansy: you have all been chosen for your unique talents
Pansy: Millie obviously u have no talents ur just here bc ur the one w the mega crush
Pansy: Daph ur weird friends w potter we can use that
Millie: oh thanks
Daphne: weird friends …
Pansy: Draco ur just super nosy
Pansy: Tori u and Ronald are still ‘friends’ right?
Pansy: and blaise u just have weirdly good stalker talents
Blaise: right so why are you here?
Pansy: im the brains obviously
Astoria: obviously..
Wednesday, 12:17
Astoria to ronnie 🌸: what are you up to??
Ron to tori 🌟: just laundry you?
Astoria: you know
Astoria: I have laundry to do too
Ron: 😊
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Blaise to draconis: you know I think the binoculars are a bit of a give away
Draco to blaze: it’s part of the look blaise
Draco: I’m committed to the aesthetic
Blaise: god ur gay
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draco @dracodormiens
need new friends who can truly appreciate the effort I put into being the only one w/ taste or sense of style.. or a skincare routine
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Wednesday, 13:54
Draco to weaslette recon: this is what I have learnt thus far about weasley the smallest:
Draco: she literally does not own any shoes other than sneakers
Draco: which, quite frankly, is a crime
Draco: she’s a lot taller than you think she is
Draco: I would say around 5’7
Draco: bearing in mind millie that you are actually the shortest person alive
Draco: that could present issues
Draco: also she’s friends with loony lovegood which doesn’t speak highly of her taste
Astoria: okay I actually learnt something useful so I’ll go now
Draco: ‘useful’?? okay Sherlock do your worst
Astoria: Ron said she plays football Monday, Tuesday and Fridays and some weekends
Astoria: she’s on the varsity team
Astoria: she works at that coffee shop by the science building
Astoria: she loves animals and volunteers at a rescue shelter when she has the time
Astoria: he also said she’s the most annoying person alive, has no sense of personal space and always takes his shit
Astoria: seeing as he’s her brother I think this is a bit of a biased assessment
Pansy: Astoria thank you for your good work
Pansy: draco I’m doubting your usefulness to this mission
Draco: guess I’ll just die then
Wednesday: 16:02
Daphne to cilliment: ginnys at the library
Daphne: surrounded by admirers
Millicent to dangly: can u blame them
Daphne: god ur wet
Millicent: 🖕🏼
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Millicent @itsmilliebitches
Some people are actually like the sun and everyone is just drawn to them ☀️
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Wednesday, 19:16
Ron to grotty sibling #6: Astoria was asking a lot about you earlier
Ginny to roonil: I wouldn’t find your girlfriend asking about your family odd apart from the fact that Draco Malfoy and Blaise zabini were following me around w a pair of binoculars
Ginny: btw I bagsie letting mum down in favour of my social life this week
Ron: fuck no I already have plans
Ron: also, not my girlfriend
Ginny: not if I text her first you don’t
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Ginny to birthgiver: mom I can’t come to dinner this weekend I have important plans
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Ron to Mom: Can’t make dinner this weekend but Ginny will be there she has nothing on xx
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Molly to Family: Any more of my ungrateful children want to stand me up this weekend?
Fred: now you mention it….
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Thursday, 11:07
Theo to what was our group chat name again: why have we not spoken for like three days
Theo: wtf is going on??
Blaise: definitely not bc we have a new secret gc w/out you
Theo: hahaha I would rip your throat out
Pansy: :/
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Theo to bbbbbbbBLAISE: who is in this secret group chat
Theo: ANSWER ME
Blaise to the-no: if I told you it wouldn’t be secret
Theo: you’d better sleep with one eye open fucker
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Luna Lovegood to Millicent Bulstrode: there’s a party at phi delta alpha on Saturday
Luna Lovegood: I thought you might want to come since you clearly have a massive crush on Ginny
Luna Lovegood: She’ll be there, in case that wasn’t obvious
Luna Lovegood – Add Friend / Message
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Millicent to main group chat with everyone not secret cooler group chat: what are we all doing on Saturday
Millicent: rhetorical question we’re going to a party at pda
Draco: still the best fraternity name ever
Thursday, 14:12
Daphne to ditties (dynamo titties): anyone (millie) wanna go get coffee specifically at that place by the science building for no particular reason
Tracey: I’m down
Daphne: don’t remember inviting you but okay I guess
Millicent: how do you know she’s working today
Daphne: Penelope Clearwater from my business class is a manager there
Daphne: she showed me the rota
Millicent: on what grounds??
Millicent: Hey penny can I see the staff rota for the coffee shop you manage for vague and unspecified reasons
Daphne: pretty much yeah
Daphne: slytherin
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Tracey to ditties (dynamo titties): okay what’s everyone want?
Tracey: millie ur ordering for everyone
Tracey: millie??
Daphne: I think shes literally lovestruck
Daphne: I want an oat milk latte w vanilla syrup
Daphne: oh look there’s potter we should go sit w him and his pals
Daphne: the sister of my friend’s best mate is my crush and all that
Tracey: as the spice girls so wisely said
Tracey: if you wanna be my love you gotta get with my friends
Daphne: zigazig ah
Tracey: pray be upstanding for the mighty spice girls
Millicent: fuck off im actually about to crap myself
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Daphne to potter: oi potter who are your pals?
Harry to daphne g: daphne, fancy seeing you here
Daphne: we have ulterior motives
Harry: should I be worried?
Daphne: ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies
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Daphne to ditties (dynamo titties): millie whats that on your cup??
Millie: ??? what do u mean
Tracey: there’s something drawn on your cup
Tracey: it looks kind of like a sun
Daphne: why does she look like shes about to pass out?
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Luna Lovegood invited you to the event shindig / Saturday, 21:00
Going / Maybe / Can’t go
Saturday, 19:38
Millicent to skkkkrrrr: okay I need help of the wardrobe variety big time
Pansy: omw
Millicent: id rather not look like a bdsm stripper but thanks for the offer
Pansy: don’t speak to me or my 47000 pairs of similar but slightly varied fishnets ever again
Daphne: just wear like
Daphne: clothes
Millicent: thank fuck for that idea
Millicent: fuck u all theo will help me
Pansy: if you want to look like a stressed librarian be my guest
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Millicent to main group chat with everyone not secret cooler group chat: everyone but pansy and daphne I need help with my outfit
Draco: fishnets not on the menu then?
Pansy: I resent the implication
Theo: how about a nice sweater?
Pansy: im not saying anything
Astoria: theo it’s a party not a meeting of grammar lovers worldwide
Blaise: you’re all hopeless I must truly do everything myself
Millicent renamed the group blaise + fake friends
Blaise: I approve this message
Saturday, 22:17
Millicent to blaise + fake friends: hey
Millicent: crazy idea
Millicent: what if we /didn’t/ go
Draco: we’re here so a little late to chicken out
Millicent: who’s gonna fucking stop me
Tracey: literally all six of us
Blaise: right who wants a drink?
Pansy: I want 5 please
Pansy: oh tori there’s ur boyfriend
Astoria: are u sure u know what a boyfriend is pans
Pansy: bite me greengrass miniature
Astoria: 🙄
Draco: if you’ll all excuse me I’m going to go get blackout drunk
Theo: who said you don’t have hobbies
Daphne: come on millie I’ll hold your hand whilst you pine over weasley from afar
Saturday, 23:45
Harry to daphne g: I have ur friend
Daphne to potter: is this a hostage situation?? Bc I don’t really want her back
Harry: she just did three shots of tequila then downed an unidentified drink george gave her
Daphne: definitely don’t want her back then
Harry: I think she’s gonna hurl
Daphne: oh don’t worry millie doesn’t vomit she just ruins her life through questionable decisions
Harry: ever thought that perhaps that is worse?
Daphne: but infinitely more entertaining
Harry: daph
Daphne: fine im coming
Daphne: where are you?
Harry: kitchen
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Daphne to potter: where are you???
Harry to daphne g: she got away, im in pursuit
Daphne: what do you mean got away??
Harry: gave me the slip, did a runner, kicked me in the shin and took off running
Daphne: I hope it bruises
Daphne: youre a terrible babysitter
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Daphne to weaslette recon: anyone seen millie?
Astoria: yea she’s with me
Daphne: is she plastered?
Astoria: she seems fine??
Astoria: we’re playing foosball w ron and ginny
Astoria: hmmm
Daphne: what??!!
Astoria: she just took her shirt off
Daphne: must’ve been slow acting
Sunday, 00:03
Draco to blaise + fake friends: are my eyes decieveing me or is millie making out w girl weasley w no top on in the middle of the living room
Blaise: unless this is a shared hallucination in which case I will be gracefully committing suicide tomorrow then yes
Tracey: dw im filming the whole thing
Daphne: maybe we should stop them before they fully have sex in front of everyone
Astoria: or millie suggests body shots
Millicent: BODDY SHPTS!!!
Astoria: oh shit
Sunday, 08:39
Daphne to millie before you ask yes you did take your top off and suck vodka out of weaslettes navel last night: not to be dramatic but I think an angry dragon has taken up residence in my head
Draco: if any of you are truly my friends you will bring me 7 mcdonalds hash browns and 5 advil
Draco: and a coffee
Pansy: already omw to mcdonalds
Pansy: anyone else want anything?
Blaise: you could see if they’ve got millie’s dignity laying around
Pansy: doubtful
Pansy: recon in draco’s room in 15
Pansy: those of you who are alive
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Daphne to cilliment: [Attachment: 1 image]
Daphne: a hashbrown or 9 to wash away the shame
Millicent to dangly: I’m literally dropping out and going home
Daphne: you kicked harry in the shin
Millicent: he probably deserved it
Sunday, 08:55
Ron to tori 🌟: so my sister and ur mate have got further than we have
Astoria to ronnie🌸: I can’t think what you mean
Ron: what are you doing today?
Astoria: trying not to die
Astoria: trying to stop Millie from killing herself
Astoria: the usual
Ron: I don’t think you need to worry about that
Ron: [Attachment: 1 image]
Astoria: omfg!!!!!!!!
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Astoria renamed the group ginny weasley loooooooves millie
Astoria to ginny weasley loooooooves millie: [Attachment: 1 image]
Astoria: @Millie
Blaise: omg
Draco: maybe weaslette has taste after all
Tracey: :’) it’s a proud day for all of us
Pansy: if you’d worn fishnets she’d have called you mind-blowingly fuckable instead of just hot
Pansy: just stating the facts
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Ginny Weasley to Millicent Bulstrode: so.. I know more of your bellybutton than I do of you
Ginny Weasley: but what I do know I like
Sunday, 09:27
Astoria to ronnie 🌸: so where are we going tomorrow?
Ron to tori 🌟: tomorrow?
Astoria: on our first date
Wednesday, 13:48
Ginny to birthgiver: about Saturday
Molly to Ginny: You’re not getting out of it this week. I haven’t seen you in almost 3 weeks now.
Ginny: actually I was going to ask if I could bring my girlfriend
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Impulsive Decision pt. 1
Chapter 1: Flaw in Security
WARNINGS: SWEARING/STRONG LANGUAGE | KIDNAPPING | BLOOD | VIOLENCE
Pairing: BTS x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Mystery(?), Eventual Smut, Kidnapping!au, Yandere!au, Poly!au
Word Count : 2,176
Summary: Y/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. Y/n attends a BTS show. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic Y/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but Y/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye,
A/N: Please be kind this is my first time writing a fanfic, but you might enjoy if you go in with low expectations. This is gender neutral until you get to Pt.4 then it will be split into a Female Path and a Male Path.
I paced back and forth between the 8 people now gawking at me in shock, fear, disgust, and anger.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this. I just found a loophole in security and made an impulsive move! I won't hurt any of you! You're free to leave once everything dies down and you can even call the poli-"
"YOU KIDNAPPED US!" RM shouted, rudely cutting me off.
"I'M AWARE! Technically, I borrowed you, since I plan on retu-"
"Kidnapped. Us." Suga stated sharply.
"Let's not forget the two girls as well, please." Jin suddenly jumped in.
The girls were both sitting on a cot I had to set up last minute. One was passed out, she may have fainted.
"I just wanted to meet BTS and honestly I'm feeling so attacked right now."
"You feel attacked!? You sped off in a limo with us in it, didn't stop once, YOU BROKE SO MANY TRAFFIC LAWS! You made us put bags over our heads, took us here and tied us to this bed! HOW DO YOU EVEN GET A BED THIS BIG??? YOU CAN FIT 7 GROWN MEN ON HERE COMFORTABLY." J-Hope screamed.
"Can you not scream so loud? I'm right next to you." V muttered.
"You, Suga and I are also the only ones tied to the bed. The others just had their hands tied behind their backs." Jungkook added.
"Honestly, I'll admit, the execution of the 'plan' was very bad. I just panicked because I didn't know I'd get that far -I was hoping I wouldn't get that far- but once you all piled in the limo I thought 'Well, balls to the wall now, no goin' back'. Also, happy to know you like the bed, I'm dead inside and having a large, comfortable bed helps fill the void."
"SO YOU DIDN'T EVEN PLAN THIS OUT!?" J-Hope shouted, making V and I cringe.
"No! Like I said, I just saw a flaw-"
"Oh, thank you for bringing it to our attention," Suga said bitterly.
"You are awfully quiet." RM addressed Jimin, who had his knees up to his chest, looking both angry and terrified.
Jungkook saw Jimin's expression and looked like he was ready to pounce if I got too close. Jimin just glared at RM and turned his attention back to me.
"Where even are we?" V asked, sounding calm.
"A bunker. I had it built once...Just a bunker okay?"
The room was about the size of a large living room. It had concrete walls, there were 5 doors in the room. Off to the left was a large storage closet, the one next to it a bathroom. Off the right of the bathroom was a set of concrete stairs that was hidden to them by a slab of concrete wall by the bed. The stairs led up to a large steel door with a dial pad that I rigged to have symbols instead of numbers, and behind THAT door was another vault-like metal door.
Behind me was a pillar with a wooden table in front of it and stainless steel counter with black cabinets above it in view. To the left of it was a fridge. To the right of the counter was a metal rack, hold large bunches of water bottles, cans, and ducktape, to the right of that was two large double doors.
It looked like a fucking serial killers den. I ran my hands through my hair nervously. I sighed.
"Listen, I understand you're all mad, confused, disgusted and terrified of me, but I won't hurt you. I'll order food since I don't have this fridge stocked. I have water in the fridge since I know you all must be exhausted because you all just got off stage before hopping in the limo. Once everything settles down a bit, I'll let you all go. You can call the police once I let you go because this IS a crime. Just let me worry about everything. Just, please, please, PLEASE, don't, like yell at me or try to harm me or try to escape. " I held my hands up as I slowly walked to the bed.
"I sent my best friend a text and asked him to get us food and ask no questions, just to drop them off at the bunker and leave. I promised I'd explain everything later. I'm going to untie all now okay?" I tried looking for the calmest one, which was the girl that wasn't passed out.
I got on my knees and untied her, making sure to be as gentle as possible.
"C-Can I have some water?" She asked me softly.
"Of course." I quickly made my way to the fridge.
I took out 10 bottles and set 9 on the wooden table and gave her a bottle, then moved to the left end of the bed to untie the second calmest, Jin.
I was honestly surprised he was calm. I was wondering if it was a facade and he would go OFF once I released him. I slowly climbed on the bed and felt heat rush to my face as I slowly realized I'd have to straddle him to untie him. I wouldn't be able to turn him around without it being uncomfortable and cutting the rope was out of the question because I wouldn't see where the knife would be and I didn't want to risk hurting anyone.
"What's wrong?" Jin asked, seemingly oblivious to the suggestive act that I had to do.
"I thought you were untying us," Suga said, seeming very annoyed.
"I-er- I mean, I am. It's just...uh, this may be a little...inappropriate..." I managed with my blazing face.
"What do you mean by 'inappropriate'?" Jimin finally said something.
"I can't turn you around to untie you...so I'm going to have to climb on top of you." I looked anywhere but their faces.
"So was this your plan, you perver-" Jungkook was cut off by Jin suddenly interjecting.
"It's fine, just get these off, they're starting to hurt."
I only nodded and I climbed into his lap and moved a bit to the side. I reached behind him and began loosening the knot.
Once I got him untied I moved over to RM. He didn't seem completely calm, but he was patient with me.
That patience wasn't the same with Suga though since I had to lean more forward to untie him from the wood of the headboard. He was rolling his eyes and was jittery. I was a little afraid he would attack me.
So untied him quickly and moved to J-Hope. He gave me a small smile before I started to untie him, which made me return it and feel more at ease.
V was pretty much expressionless as I was untying him.
Everything was going as smooth as it could possibly go. I got to Jimin. I leaned over to start untying him, he suddenly put his face in my shoulder, almost as if he was looking for comfort. I felt horrible. I understand now how terrifying it must have been since they do have crazy fans, including myself now. I untied him as fast as I could and hugged him closer to me. He returned the hug.
"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done this! I know I was wrong and I promise it's going to be okay, but only if you don't-" I was cut off my something cold and thin against my lower back, right under my ribcage.
"Jimin! What are you doing!?" I can hear Jin panic.
"Where did you get that!?" RM demanded.
Rule #2 broken. 'Don't try to harm me'. I wanted to shove him away and tie him back up, but didn't. It would only be bad for me. V quickly grabbed the object from Jimin and threw it across the room with a metal clanking noise. I quickly moved over to Jungkook as Jimin and V began to argue.
After I untied Jungkook. I silently moved off the bed to the unconscious girl and began untying.
"Hey, are you alright?" J-Hope asked me.
I didn't answer. I stood up and got the water bottles and began handing them to the boys. I made my way to the counter of the back of the room looking at the pocket knife that slid under the counter.
"He's sorry. He didn't mean it." V stated loud enough for me to hear, a hint of panic in his voice.
“I did mean it! You kidnapped us and expect us to just sit here until you’re ready to let us go!" Jimin shouted.
Welp, He was no longer my favorite. I ignored him as I heard a notification go off on my phone and saw my best friend had texted back. He was waiting outside the dial door because he forgot the code.
"I told you to drop it off." I grumbled in frustration as I walked up the stairs and began typing in the code. I heard someone running behind me.
The girl who was passed out ran up the stairs pushed me aside, trying to run for it. Lucky my best friend had already had the food set down by the door, so when she ran out, he grabbed her. She began kicking and screaming. My best friend gave me a shake of his head and a 'disappointed but not surprised' look and walked passed me, girl slung over his shoulder screaming bloody murder. I quickly went up the stairs and got the numerous bags of food and ran back down the stairs, closing the vault door behind me.
I quickly caught up with my best friend who was waiting for me at the dial door.
"Listen, I knew at some point you'd get interested in girls since you always seem to check them out even though you said you were into guys, but this is far too excessive." Jason, my best friend stated in a very disappointed voice, like he was a parent telling his toddler they couldn't eat sand.
"Just be calm. I'll explain everything." I promised softly to the terrified girl.
The girl brought her knee to Jason's chest and jumped down and tried to run up the stairs. I quickly wrapped my arms around her and held her as Jason ran up and got in front of us to grab her again, however she made a stupid move and put her foot against the concrete wall and pushed us back, causing us to tumble down the stairs.
I hit the bottom concrete stair with a yelp and finally came to the bottom. I felt pain across my back and had no time to recover and the girl began to run up the stairs once more. I grabbed her foot, only for her to turn around and dig her nail into the skin just under my eyebrow.
"OW! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?" I cried out, covering my eye as she ran back up.
Jason grabbed her as I ran up the stairs, pissed. Jason quickly turned his back to me, shielding the girl.
"No, no, no! Y/n, you need to calm down!"
"Calm down!? She hurt you then pushed me down the stairs to cushion her fucking fall!" I snapped.
"It was pretty smart."
"No, smart was not falling down the stairs at all. Smart was listening to me and actually calming down enough to hear me speak. SMART IS NOT FUCKING HURTING ME! The plan didn't go over so well did it, sweetheart!?" I snapped, full of venom.
"Y/n! Calm! Breathe in, breathe out." Jason tried to level me out.
I ignored him too, going down the stairs and grabbing the ducktape as he came down, frozen in sight of the other girl and 7 idols.
"Pillar." I ordered, opening the ducktape.
He did as I said, sitting her down against the pillar and holding her there. I began to wrap the ducktape around her as Jason looked at the other 8 people in the room.
"What. Did. You. DO!?" He demanded.
"Shut up. If you would have just left the fucking food by the door." I growled, gritting my teeth from the pain across my back and above my eye as I ripped the end of the tape and started measuring out a piece for her mouth to stop the irritating yelling of profanities and empty threats about calling her lawyer father.
There was no deeper satisfaction than the silence that tape provided. I let out a deep breath and moved to the cabinets for the first aid kit as I felt wetness begin to slide down the side of my eye.
"Get the food, please, Jason." I told Jason in a calmer tone as I began cleaning my eye.
I heard his footsteps going up the stairs.
"Are you okay?" Jin asked.
"The crazy person is fine." I dismissed, making sure I got all signs of blood off my face.
This was going to be a hell of a lot more difficult than I hoped.
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Anti’s Backstory part 2
As jack looked down at the notebook, he knew that he needed to give t back. Buuuuuut, it would help him find out more about Anti. Also there’s SO MANU QUESTIONS just blazing through his mind as he read. Is Anti only 16, but since he’s part of him is that why he looks 27? Did anti DIE when he was only sixteen? Why on earth would be go by anti back then, when his name was Andrew? Why was the notebook labeled as if it was a gravestone labeled to his death year? The only way for Jack to truelly know what the fuck happened, is to read the rest of the journal. It only had three more entries though, that wouldn’t be enough to uncover the whole truth. Also, how come the book only appeared while Anti was glitching the fuck out, and looked like he was reverting to his old self? Jack takes a breath, and just continues to read at his computer desk with spider loaf for company. Maybe the questions will just answer themselves?
Anti’s Journal: ‘I’m in HUGE trouble! I went to the park last night, and I swear to god I saw something I wasn’t suppose to! There was a guy who had gray shaggy hair talking to some kid, he looked about my age. But I had never noticed him before, he might have gone to my school, but I honestly didn’t know. Randomly I just saw the guy with gray hair shove a kneedle! A god fucking kneedle into th kids god damn neck! It was even glowing a green liquid, the kid instantly passed out as I watched his viens fill with whatever that stuff was. The guy PICKED HIM UP, and put him in the truck of a black van! However as it drove away, I saw the same man look at me! He started to drive after me as I ran away, but I was able to escape with ease. Thank you PE for one thing in my whole life! However... ever since I’ve been home, I feel like I’m being watched. Almost as if I’m being watched by a predator.’
Suddenly there’s a Big Bang on the door. Which startled Jack to bad he practically throws the book to the ceiling. Practically? No, more like actually does. Anyways he quickly hides the book behind his back and yells out.
Jack: “W-Who is it?!”
Marvin: “You alright Jack? You sound out of breath.
Thank goodness it was marvin. Phew, that would have ended bad if it was Chase or Anti.
Jack: “Um, yeah! You just startled me is all.”
Marvin: “Oh good! Can I come in?”
Jack: “Yeah sure! Come right on in Marv.”
As he agrees on Marvin’s entree, he sits on top of the notebook so just in case Marvin looks around he won’t accidentallly spot it.
Almost as on que, Marvin opens the door as Jack finishes hiding it. However, Marvin looks at Jack with a concerning expression. Was he thinking that Jack was doing something? Or was he just worried for Anti?
Marvin: “What’s going on?”
Jack: “I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean.”
Marvin just rolls his eyes, and figites with the black wond he had in his hand.
Marvin: “I’m not stupid, Anti screaming wasn’t just because he saw Chase kissing Schneeplstein. There’s something else, I have never heard him scream like that a day in his life.”
He then walks over to Jack as his cape slowly follows behind him. Marvin then kneels down next to Jack, as if analyzing every single characteristic that Jack possesses.
Jack: “Well that’s all I thought happened. Andrew just experiencing true heart break.”
Marvin raises an eyebrow.
Marvin: “Who the hell is Andrew?”
Jack: “Anti! I meant Anti, sorry it’s been a long day!”
Jack is a horrible liar, everyone in the entire house knew that. He also sucked at keeping secrets if he gets pressured to hard. However; Marvin didn’t want to push him. It’s common law that the head of the house controlled everything accidentally. Aka Jack. Marvin knew that if something was in fact going on with Jack, he couldn’t pressure him into doing so.
Marvin: “Alright then, well... if anything is wrong. I’m right here next to you.”
Jack: “Thanks Marv.”
Marvin then stands up, as if he accepted an reward.
Marvin: “No problem Jack. I’m always just one call away.”
And with that, Marvin exists the room, locking it behind him. Now, Jack wasn’t one to question people’s intentions, but Marvin never checks on him like that. Was he just being concern? Or was he just trying to get something out of him like Chase did? It probably doesn’t matter, he’s gone now. So he can continue reading Anti’s journal. He also then decided to scribble out ‘Andrew’ from the front so he doesn’t get confused with saying the wrong name anymore after that.
Anti’s Journal: “So.... I randomly got a call from someone today. They sounded like a nice person, but something was odd from there voice. Almost as if they where putting on a facade to sound nice. It was very confusing for sure, but it was interesting. They asked me if I would be willing to meet them at the park tomorrow night, but I instantly said no. Maybe a little too quickly, but I said no all together. After I said they, whoever it was kept persisting that I go to meet them. So I got annoyed and just hung up. My mom would kill me if we went over the limits of being on a phone. We still only have one phone in the whole house, people have been coming out with cool phones though! They’re not even connected to the wall! Anyway, thats besides the point. Then later today, this girl approaches me right after third period. She asked me if I could go out on a date with her tomorrow. I had to accept, people where getting weirded out that I have turned down every girl who asked me out. The truth is I don’t find girls.... attractive! Yes I know I’m gay, sue me. But, if anyone found out I would get bullied left and right. I dont want to become one of those kids.”
Jack stops reading as he finishes that entree, he is in shock. Lost of words all together, yes he knew Anti loved Chase, but this was different! He wasn’t falling in love because Jack was, he was falling in love, because he actually loved him. God this was all just mind blowing. Also, Jack was getting very concerned about what Anti was writing about in this. First a guy asks him to meet at a place where he saw someone get KIDNAPPED, then a girl just happens to ask him out the same night!? Jack wasn’t one to theorize, but he was scared to open the next entree. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen, but he does have a bad feeling. As he goes to open the next page, he gets interrupted by a notification on his phone.
He looks down at it, and sees that his newest video has gone up. But, it wasn’t the one he uploaded. It was the Bro Average video that Chase filmed of him kissing Schneeplstein and Anti’s screams. The comments where going nuts over crazy for it. He knows that he’s going to have to adress this, so he decides to take a small break and do an Instagram live. Hopefully he can take his mind off of what he just discovered.
Jack: “Hi guys! So, the video I just posted wasn’t suppose to go up yet, I was planning on releasing it tomorrow and-“
#jacksepticeye#antisepticeye#marvin the magician#septicart#it counts fanficton is still a form of art#secrets
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