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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Of something beautiful, but annihilating🚬3

Warnings: nonconsensual sex, violence and abuse, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of death'; violence, attempted rape.

This is dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader’s husband brings home an unexpected houseguest.

Note: So this is for black Friday and then I’ll be working all today and tomorrow and schedule’s are super late so I dunno when Im working after that. Hope you guys enjoy and don’t hesitate to drop by my asks.

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Arvin let you pick the record. You found it among the box of your daddy’s music. It was one of your favourites and you were glad he wasn’t bothered by Patsy Cline’s droll tones. He seemed to enjoy it as he sat and read a magazine and you searched for a button from your large tin to match that missing from Roy’s jacket.

“You ever listen to Elvis?” He looked up from behind the pages.

“I… I heard him on the radio but you know we haven’t got new records since Daddy died,” you said as you continued your hunt. “And Roy don’t like all that new music. He says it’s no good.”

“Well, he doesn’t seem to like much, does he?” Arvin sniffed, “I always knew he was a grouch but I just thought it was the job.”

“He’s not… He’s just stressed. He works so much.” You looked down and settled on a button that was close enough.

“You do too,” Arvin hid behind the magazine again. “You should be the one goin’ out and doin’ what you like on a Saturday. Hell, if he ain’t gonna spend his time with you, you should do something of your own.”

“I like sewing,” you shrugged as you threaded the button, “You know, it’s not so bad. I get time to myself. A lot of people can’t say that.”

“Sounds pretty lonely to me,” he flicked the page.

You were silent. You didn’t know how to respond. He was skirting around what he really wanted to say, what you didn’t want him to talk about. The tension in the air thickened as you feared he would admit that he knew or you might confess that your husband wasn’t much of one. Hell, you’d yet to accept that yourself.

Your fears were assuaged by the sudden clatter on the porch and the hinges of the door as it was swung open. You sat up and set aside Roy’s jacket. You stood as he staggered inside. He always did like to drink when he fished, or did much of anything else. You frowned as he tracked mud in on his tall rubber boots.

“Roy, you’re making a mess,” you said as you went to the doorway and watched him stumble around the entryway.

“Keep ya busy,” he slapped a hand on the wall and wiggled his leg free of a boot. “There’s a whole pail of fish out front too.”

“Mmm,” you hummed as his cheeks glowed. You doubted he’d be awake that long. “Well, I’ll just fry those up while you sit down.”

“Agh,” he tripped over his other boot as he slipped it off and Arvin brushed by you to catch him.

“Hey, Roy,” he took his arm, “How was the fishing? Why don’t you sit down? We’ll have a beer.”

“I almost forgot about you, boy,” he shook free of Arvin and ambled closer to you, “Maybe you can hide away after dinner for a while?”

He dragged his hand up your thigh and slapped your ass as he passed you. Arvin turned as Roy clumsily traipsed into the living room and fell onto the couch. He looked at you but you couldn’t stand to meet his.

“Sure,” Arvin uttered, “I’ll just go get those fish first.”

He disappeared through the front door and you crossed your arms as you turned to watch your husband. His head lolled as he chuckled.

“You think he ever fucked a girl?” He asked, “Boy tiptoes around like a virgin.”

“That’s crass, Roy,” you reproached.

“Don’t act so innocent,” he snapped, “If you didn’t, maybe I’d… well.”

His words trailed off and he closed his eyes. He yawned and sighed loudly. You grimaced and listened to the door as it hit the frame again. Arvin continued onto the kitchen as Roy began to snore. It must have been a record how quickly he’d passed out this time.

You went through to the kitchen as Arvin drained the water from the pail of fish. You went to the drawer and got a knife. You rest it on its end as you gripped it and looked out the window.

“He’s already out for the night,” you said, “You hungry?”

“I said I’d make the fish, I meant it.”

“Nah, I’ll flay them and put ‘em in the fridge,” you swallowed, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That you’re stuck here with us. Sorry he’s always drunk.” You looked down at the blade. You didn’t say what you really wanted to. Sorry you were stupid enough to choose Roy.

“That isn’t your fault and you know, I don’t mind it so much.” He neared, “We’re friends now, aren’t we? That’s worth it.”

You nodded but couldn’t smile. He always tried to make things seem nicer than they were. He was much better at it than you were.

“You comin’ to church tomorrow?”

“Of course,” he answered like it was obvious.

You turned away and laid out the fish across the cutting board. He stayed behind you, the record silenced and began to skip.

“I think I got somethin’ nice I can find.” He left you and the crackle of the Victrola died.

You slice the fish, careful not to cut your fingers as you deboned it and tossed away the heads and tails. You heard Arvin speak in a low voice and a grumble. Then heavy footsteps interspersed with lighter ones. The stairs groaned and you kept on, wrapping the filets in paper and tucking it away.

You cleaned up and washed the smell off your hands. The living room was empty so you climbed the stairs and found Roy face down on your bed. You turned to the open attic and Arvin descended the ladder.

“You got him to bed?” You tilted your head.

“Wasn’t so hard. Poked him a few times.” He grinned. “So what time do I needa be ready for church?”

“We leave about twenty minutes before service. It’s at eight.” You answered, “Oh, you know what--” You raised your index finger, “One sec.”

You spun and scurried into your father’s room. It was just as it had been before he died except now there were boxes stacked along one wall. You pushed open the closet and fluttered through the clothes hanging within. You pulled out the old grey suit and white shirt that had yet to yellow. You grabbed a tie from the drawer as you passed the dresser.

You smelled them as you went back to the door as Arvin peeked in.

“For church,” you held them out, “My daddy was a bit taller but he got skinny near the end. I can pin up the pants for you and you’ll look just fine.”

“Oh,” he face paled, “You-- I can’t--”

“Roy’ll never fit into these so please,” you pushed them against his chest. “And I don’t think he’ll be up in time for church so I need you to drive.”

He smiled and took the clothes. He hugged them as if they were precious. “Thank you. I’m gonna sound like you for a moment but you really didn’t have to.”

“You think I’m gonna forget that you promised to make the fish? It’ll be a nice Sunday night dinner.” You inhaled deeply, “I think that for tonight, I’m gonna lay down though.”

“Alright,” he let you past, “You have a good night.”

“You too,” you neared your bedroom door as Roy’s snores grew louder, “Might have to stuff my ears with cotton.”

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As you expected, Roy was too hungover to get up for church. You didn’t really go for the sermons but your daddy made it a habit when you were young to make sure you got to see the other kids in town. Sunday school had socialised you in the circles of the small town but they had proven less than welcoming. And since you’d grown out of your education, you went to trade recipes with some of the other wives.

Arvin was awake before you. As you pulled a cardigan over your blue dress you stopped at the bottom of the stairs and he appeared from the front room.

“Oh, Arvin,” you smiled, “That suit looks real nice on you. And the pants…”

“I sewed them myself last night,” he lifted his foot, “Remembered a few stitches.” He straightened the jacket, “You look real good too.”

“Well, aren’t we a pair?” You chimed. “Gonna have to be since Roy hasn’t moved since you dragged him to bed.”

“After you,” he waved to the door, “Think we should get goin’. My daddy woulda whipped me being late for the lord’s prayer.

You led him out the door and climbed into the truck opposite him. He turned the ignition and the engine rumbled to life. You felt calm as you smelled the early morning dew and you looked out the window as he shifted into gear. The lush green grass passed you by and trees swayed as he steered along the old country road.

As always, the church was crowded. You and Arvin squeezed in at the back. He was quiet and sombre as you entered. As you sat, you looked over at him. His jaw squared as the preacher came out and began his weekly scourge. A fire burned behind Arvin’s brown irises and he scowled for a moment before his face went placid.

You looked forward and folded your hands as you listened to Father Milton. You never cared much for his talk of hellfire and brimstone, to be fair, your daddy didn’t either, but in a small town, everyone knew when one was away from service. Roy never cared what anyone thought but you had to deal with Noreen and the other ladies at the grocer or around town about their own tasks.

When mass finished, you stood but Arvin hesitated. He stared up at the altar before he finally rose. He nodded to you and followed you and the other worshippers out into the sun.

You heard your name as you headed for the truck. You stopped and Arvin did too. You turned as Noreen, a woman older than yourself who fashioned herself to be the model for all society ladies, approached you. She wore a wide-brimmed hat over her blonde hair and took short steps in her heels.

“You promised me that carrot cake recipe. The one with the raisins.” She said. “Now I’ve been hounding you for three weeks.”

“Oh, uh,” you unclasped your pocketbook and fished out the card you’d made sure to stow after last Sunday. “Right here. I’m sorry, Noreen, but I gotta get back.”

“Where is Roy? Was he off drinkin’ again? You know, the lord did warn us all against excess.”

“Well, perhaps we can get him to come next week and you can warn him,” Arvin intoned and Noreen looked over in shock.

“Excuse me. And who is this… man you have as your escort?”

“Roy is letting the attic out to him. They work together. This is Arvin.”

“Arvin Russell,” he introduced firmly.

“That’s an unusual name,” Noreen remarked, “You’re not from here?”

“No, but from a place like this.” He countered, “I’m gonna go get the truck goin’.”

He turned without courtesy and marched away. You looked back to Noreen as she curled her lip.

“Oh, he is a rough one, isn’t he? You have that scoundrel livin’ with you?”

“He’s a good man. Helps around the house. It’s a big place and Missy Grable has a tenant of her own.”

“Missy Grable has a farmhand to tend the fields,” Noreen lifted her chin.

You weren’t certain what to say. Noreen always found issue with whatever you said and you hated to give her further reason to.

“Well, here’s the recipe. I really ought to go.” You said.

“I understand, honey,” She smirked, “Your husband needs his caretaker… oh sorry, wife.”

You flinched but said nothing else. Your shoulders dropped as you turned away and dragged your heels through the dirt. You opened the truck and climbed in without a word. You clutched your pocketbook and stared ahead as Arvin back out of the lot.

“Pardon my saying so and I don’t use this word often, but she was a bitch,” Arvin said. “Remind me why I ain’t go to church.”

You looked down and nervously unclasped and unclasped your purse. “You didn’t have to come.”

“No, it’s your house and I wanna be a good guest,” he said, “It’s nothing to do with you.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “My daddy hated goin’ too but he didn’t want me to be ostracised, you know? He told me, near the end, that he stopped believin’ durin’ the war. He said no god would let the things happen that he saw.” You leaned against the door and watched the buildings pass. “Seein’ how these Christians act, I can’t blame him.”

Arvin was quiet as you left the main street and the house began to thin out until the country sprawled out around you.

“My sister…” he said so low you barely heard him. He cleared his throat and spoke louder. “My cousin, she was tricked by a preacher man. She was young and too willing to love. And he was just a liar. He knocked her up then refused her.” His voice was brittle and you glanced over as his hand tightened on the steering wheel. “She hung herself but it was that snake-tongued charlatan who killed her.” He shook his head. “No god would take her like that. No god would let a man sworn to him trick the innocent.” He rubbed his forehead as his eyes bore into the distance, “I’m sorry. Just been a while since I sat in a pew.”

“No, I’m… sorry. Sorry about your cousin.” You said, “I didn’t-- You can stay home next week.”

He pondered it and a little smile curled his lips. “Don’t think I will. Think I’d like to see that Noreen again. Maybe say a prayer for her soul, wherever it may be.”

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Roy was still in bed when you got home. You tried to rouse him and he swatted you away. You brought him a sandwich and some water and left it beside him. You went back down to clean up as Arvin sat in the front room, As you wiped your hands, the record player buzzed and a tune rose on noontime air.

You went to the living room as Arvin stood straight and you listened to the smooth tones of Sinatra. He turned to you as you entered.

“I like this one,” you said.

“Me too,” He had shed the jacket and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, his tie disposed of. He turned his palm up as he stepped away from the player. “You dance?”

You giggled and shook your head. “No, not much of a dancer. Roy wouldn’t even at the wedding.”

“Come on. It’s a good song.” He got closer and began to sing out of tune, “I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all…”

You shied away and he caught your hand. You let him draw you closer and smiled as your cheeks warmed up.

“Just follow my lead,” he urged as he moved his feet, “Don’t look down, just one, two, one, two…”

You moved your feet around his as he swayed you and turned you on the spot. His hand settled on your lower back and you grasped his shoulders. You were jittery as you moved with him in time to the music.

“Arvin…” You breathed.

“Every pretty girl should dance,” he said, “I’d say you’re a hell of a dancer for a beginner.”

“Thanks,” you trilled and settled into his embrace.

“I mean it. You deserve more.” He leaned closer and you felt his hot breath on you. “You deserve the world.”

You smiled as he gazed across at you. Your heart leapt as there was a sudden clamour by the stairs and you pushed away from Arvin as Roy stomped into the doorframe. His hand fell away from your back and you tiptoed over to your husband.

“Roy, you’re awake? How ya feelin’?”

“All this goddamn noise you makin’ down here,” he grumbled, “Shut off that dang thing. There’s a game on.”

You flitted away and turned off the Victrola. You looked at Arvin as he watched Roy. He looked irritated and repulsed by the man.

“I gotta do some chores,” you muttered. “You boys enjoy the game.”

“I think I’m just gonna go upstairs,” Arvin tucked his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be down to cook that fish in a bit.”

You watched the younger man leave and Roy turned the dial on the radio. Your husband flopped onto the couch as the commentator’s voice filled the room.

“How about a beer?” He demanded, not asked.

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The day turned to night. Dinner was quiet and tense. Roy didn’t drink as much as the day before but the alcohol made little difference. Arvin was pensive and seemed to lose himself in thought. You were nervous as you thought of the dance and your temperamental husband.

You hadn’t done anything wrong. It was just a dance. How come Roy could spend his days drunk and dozing and you couldn’t do anything you liked?

You cleaned up after supper. Arvin retreated to his room once more as Roy sat in the living room with another bottle and you tidied up. You cleared the last of the mess and looked out into the front room. Roy belched and sneered as he saw you.

“Wife,” he beckoned you forward with two fingers, “What did you do today?”

“Went to church. Cleaned.” You edged closer. “That’s all. I was real worried about you, Roy.”

“Were you?” He snorted and stood as he dropped his bottle on the table. “You didn’t seem too bothered when I came down.”

“What do you mean?” You stopped a foot away from him.

“You and that kid. You get on real well, don’t ya?” He snickered. “You down here dancing.”

“Just a dance, Roy,” you said meekly, “I didn’t wanna be rude.”

“You just wanna be a whore,” he snarled, “Huh? What you doin’ with that boy? I’m your husband.”

“I know, I know that, Roy. I never-- I didn’t do nothing.” You pleaded as he stepped closer. “I was just waitin’ for you to wake up.”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he hissed as he grabbed the back of your head and thrust you close to him. “You been doin’ everything but what a wife is meant for.”

He tore open the front of your dress and you cried out. “I’m gonna fuck you and let that boy hear who you belong to.”

“Stop, please.”

“Stop!? This is what you promised me, dear wife.”

You struggled with him as the smell of alcohol on his breath made you cringe. He spun you and shoved you so hard you stumbled back against the couch. You got up as he ambled after you and were knocked back by his fist. You cradled your cheek as you fell onto the cushions.

He pushed you up against the back of the couch and tried to wrench your legs apart. You squeezed your knees together and slapped at him blindly as fear bubbled in your veins. He forced your legs open and knelt on the couch between them. He grabbed your throat as you tried to wriggle away and he struck you again. He never hit your face; he didn’t like people to see what he did to you.

“I’ll show you,” he muttered, “I’ll show you, you little whore.”

He reached for his fly but his face mirrored your shock as he suddenly stilled and for a moment, he froze in time before he fell back onto the floor. Arvin stepped aside to avoid the crash and turned to hit him across the face. Roy’s brow split and began to stream with blood.

Arvin struck him a third time and pointed the gun at his head as he laid prone on the floor. Roy touched the back of his skull as he stared up barrel. The whack from the butt of the gun would likely leave a worse lump than his punches.

“Get up and go.” Arvin growled. “Or I’m gonna smear this carpet with your brains.”

“Are you crazy? This is my house!” Roy barked and pushed himself up. The pistol clicked and Arvin pressed it to his head.

“It’s her daddy’s house.”

“She’s my wife, boy.”

“You don’t act like no husband,” Arvin said gruffly, “You think I’m scared? Think I haven’t shot a man before?”

“Sure you have, boy.”

“It’s different. You go out and you hunt your bucks and they don’t know what’s comin’, they don’t even know when they shot. But a man, oh he knows to the end. He begs, even if he can’t speak, he does. It’s in his eyes, in the way he gurgles as the life drains from his lips.” Arvin kicked Roy, “And once I pull this trigger, you’ll be begging too but it’ll be too late and there ain’t no words you can say to stop the blood. So you shut up and you go before you can’t.”

You were paralysed on the couch. Your head throbbed as you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You trembled as Roy stood slowly and winced as Arvin followed his movement with the muzzle of the gun. Arvin followed your husband to the door and you heard the sharp whine of the other before it clattered shut.

Crickets chirped as dirt stirred beneath feet and you heard the old truck shudder to life. The door snapped shut and locked loudly. Arvin appeared and lowered the gun. You stared at it as he came close. He set it on the table and sat beside you as he touched your face and you winced.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he pulled you against him, “I’m sorry he hurt you. I shoulda-- shoulda been faster.”

“Arv…” Your voice turned to a wisp and you let him hold you.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I got you now.”

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beann-e · 3 years

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Arranged Marriages With Stoic Guys

female pronouns used for this one !

“ y/n you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to “

“ are you stupid of course I have to “ you snapped at your father who stood hovering over you a slight smirk on his face “ eh thought you’d want to hear what you wanna hear “

you scoffed trying to push his arm off your shoulders this was all stupid you didn’t want to do any of this

“ honestly i’m doing what’s best for you y/n you need this — we need this “ he sighed “ I mean don’t you want to help your family and yourself think about how well set up you’ll be “his eyes went stone on yours “ you need this “

you flinched at the way his sureness slipped into his tone there was no way you were gonna get out of this “ no you need this there is no we right now “

his face hardened as he held out his arm for you to grab “ shut up and grab my arm “

“ i’m not going out there with you “

“ yes “ his voice was threatening and quiet “ you are “

“ I said im no— “

“ look you’ve been weighing this family down for years yet, we’ve said nothing— and now you finally have the chance to help us — to show you belong in this world and you won’t ? are you serious “

His face flew up into a look of annoyance “ you have no other purpose than to help us that is why you were born to be shoved into a family rich enough to secure your own and your families needs and now you mean to tell me you don’t want to do what you were created for “

your mouth snapped shut at his claims

“ are you that disgusting that you can’t even help your family “

you felt your body go cold as he continued to press into you

“ you preach how we’re the bad people yet you do evil shit like this“

he scoffed looking down on you “ i feel nothing but pure disgust to even have to go out there and call you my daughter “

he shook his head in disappointment before putting his arm out for you to grab again “ grab it “ his voice raised “ and you better go out there and put on that glorious look of innocence his father liked “

you gulped as he directed you quickly out the doors and draped the piece of fabric that you wore on your head. Placing it over your eyes and walking you down the aisle that had been so beautifully decorated

you were suppose to be getting married today not that you wanted to but, you had to.

you were the only girl in a family full of knuckle headed boys who just weren’t smart enough for an arranged marriage.

This was your fourth time being close enough to being married off though you hated the other 2 there was one that stuck out to you and that was number three

Your third boyfriend was one your family never liked they saw him as disgusting, vile, and too dirty with his language.

To you he was caring and open and rarely ever talked too harshly to you as long as you managed to never piss him off. You were happy with him and he was the only one you could ever see yourself settling down with until he told you He would take care of you and only you.

That was the nail in the coffin when you brought him over to dinner one night and out of the blue he spoke loudly so everyone could hear him “ look — with this whole marriage thing when I do marry your shitty daughter “

his eyes coming over to look at you and sending a look of reassurance your way making sure you knew he didn’t mean it. Them falling back to look at everyone around the dinner table who moved comfortably in their seats not caring how he talked to you as long as they would get to live lavish

“ i’m not taking care of you guys “ he scooped up the leftover food on his plate “ i’m only going out of the way for her and her only — the rest of you are on your own “

he shoveled the food in his mouth speaking carefully and making sure to watch his words knowing how serious he had to be with them in order for him to be heard by your parents “ you guys are using her for money and I don’t like that i’m not taking care of shitty parents and two brothers who act like they can’t even tell me how to spell yen “

him laughing and turning to your eldest brother a small smile on his face “ hey jerk face “

“ uh huh “ your brothers body wiggled in excitement to be acknowledged “ what’s up “

“ spell yen for me real quick “

“ babe don—“

“ shutup needa prove a point for your asshole parents “

“ hmmm “ your brother thought out loud as your other one jumped in the conversation “ hey dude what’s yen anyways “

your boyfriends mouth flying open as he slammed his hand on the table “ actually scratch that — i’m gonna pay for them both to go to elementary school and be two tall ass bodyguards that talk and say dumb shit like this to scare the kids into learning “

he pushed himself out of his chair kissing you softly before leaving the room. The door slamming as your father followed him anger swirling off his body at not only your boyfriends attitude for not wanting to help them but for coming in his house and making a fool of his family

you never got any of what your third boyfriend promised because he never got the opportunity to come back and your father made sure to have you cut off all contact with him.

So lucky you

free wedding , new guy

“ smile “ you felt your face do what you were told immediately as your feet shuffled down the aisle anyone could tell this was painful or at least anyone who actually knew you and not the 100 paid citizens of japan who sat in your wedding chairs

The guy you were marrying is a hero so, you can see how easy this is for him to pay for. He had to keep this little ordeal in the papers but only so, his father could stay relevant or at least that’s how they explained it to you no one explained that this was your e—

“ y/n“ your fathers voice was sharp “ take his hand“ you blinked finally realizing you were at the end of the carefully laid out carpet “ pay attention don’t make us look stupid “

you smiled carefully at the male before you dragged your foot stepping up and using his outstretched hand across from you “ thank—thank you “

it was silent which you immediately understood you knew he felt no need to talk to you ‘ maybe he’s not that into talking in public maybe he’s a private kind of person ‘

yeah he was so private that he said nothing but his I do’s and his occasional mhmm’s when you tried to get to know him with this continuing all night you never got to. This was all set up between his father and your own. you and him had no knowledge you were getting married today from what your father told you

“ so how— how is hero work “ you questioned as you two sat in the busy hall waiting for the doors to open up to allow people outside into the courtyard for pictures “ I hear you are one — a hero I mean “

you looked up to him as he faced forward his mouth making no attempt to move “ what really no it’s that hard ? “ you looked off speaking to yourself “ wouldnt think hero work could ever be hard“

“ did i just witness you ask and answer your own question “

your body shook as you felt heat rise up in your body your temperature high hands starting to feel sweaty “ oh uh “

“ if we have to get you checked for mental health problems i’d like to do so early “ he never broke his gaze from in front of him even when the doors opened “ I do not want to wake up with a knife to my chest or walk in on you talking to your imaginary friend after work “

you face dropped you understanding you were getting no where in communication with this man. You grabbed his outstretched hand and let him weave you carefully through the many people you didn’t know finally he stopped only to grip your hand tightly “ don’t move and wait quietly please“

you nodded your head as you watched him talk to the photographer guessing they were discussing where you were gonna take your pictures

“ hello there y/n “ you heard a booming voice say turning around only to bump square into a hard chest

“ or should I say daughter in law “ his voice scared you it was something about the way he was so sure of himself something felt wrong here

“ oh um do I— I know you “

“ of course you do “ he pointed to your new husband smiling “ you married my son an hour ago “

you shook your head uncomfortable with being left alone with now not only one person you didn’t know but also two plus a room full of people you couldn’t even name “ excuse me if I seem a bit “

“— lost , ditzy, bimbo like “

“ w-what bimbo? excuse me “

“ it’s ok as long as your quirk is as good as your father tells me I am fine with your intelligence level not being up to par my son is fully equipped with the knowledge to take care of a woman and provide like a man should “

“ I-“ you thought for a moment deciding on if you should go all out on the male that stood before you retracting into yourself when you thought of your father

“ oh y/n i know — it’s the bimbo tendencies? yeah here i’ll make it easier for you is there something you wanted to say“

you flinched at the statement smiling and presenting yourself happily as he smirked down on you ‘ he knows what hes doing ‘

“ no no nothing at all “ you said feeling his large hand pat you on your back “ good girl— get over there my sons kinda dense when it comes to talking to people “

you smiled to hold all the hostility in your voice “ yes i’ve seen so much of his density in our one hour together I find myself wondering how he can provide for me without proper communication skills “

the males eyebrow raising at your ability to speak back to an elder “ hmm he suffers with interaction due to lack of affection— childhood trauma as people your age like to say “

his smile tight and not fully reaching his ears “ I do expect that you’ll show him the proper amount of affection no matter if you got dragged into this or not “

you turned on your heel leaving the annoyed male to his own thoughts your hands coming up to interlock over your new ‘husbands’ shoulders “ hi shoto “

he bristled at your touch his shoulder moving to drop your hands as he pretended to stretch his arm in a small circle side eyeing you carefully alerting you to not touch him without permission again before he turned back to the male in front of him voice low “ I do not understand why I cannot take the photos the way I want to “

“ your father sai— “

“ their my spouse ? “ he was direct with everything he said “ it’s my wedding “

you could feel the questioning in every word he said voice low almost threatening the male in front of you “are you going to believe a 90 year old geezer who just found out beating kids is wrong or are you going to believe your beloved pro hero ? “

you could hear the teasing he held at the very end that even made you want to move just as fast as the photographer in front of you and follow after him

“ how do you want to take the photos y/n “ Shotos eyes looked down on you expectedly as you shook your head in confusion ‘ how did I end up picking our poses he wanted to change the generic one that was preplanned‘

you looked into his face as his eyes morphed into a look you couldn’t quite figure out “ i’m guessing you did this for me ? “

he shook his head slightly “ oh so you thought I would want something different from the basic ph— ok um “ you smiled as you turned to the front “ can we just do a um — maybe a hug but he hugs my waist that’s always a pretty marriage picture “

you moved to look back at him as the photographer agreed shoto moving carefully to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist hesitantly “ you can — it’s ok “ you felt as his shaky arms snaked around and sat in the spot that you guided them to your arms moving over them as your hands tried to soothe his jumpy ones

“ hey calm down “ you laughed “ just a picture — not me waging war on you family “

he looked down on your smiling face his own going through so many emotions not able to tell which one he wanted to show “ at least not the rest of them — your father maybe “ he watched as you turned back around the camera clicking as a genuine look of interest for you passed over his face

“ do you guys want to take another one “

“ um I think we’re good he doesn’t um— he doesn’t seem like a photo- e guy and i’m not very photogenic “

the photographer shook his head in understanding letting out a sigh of relief that he held as you moved to walk off your husbands grip tightening on you “ hey I — you can let go now sh— “

“ do you remember earlier “ he questioned “ when I told you to stay put “

your body flamed as you knew you’d done something wrong immediately feeling like you should try to defend yourself

“ why did you walk off “ his eyebrows furrowed “ how — why did you disobey orders “

“ I just—- I didn’t — your father— he — he came up and he— “

“ either way you didn’t listen you moved from the spot I placed you in” his eyes were staring holes into yours daggers really “so no matter who spoke to you — you were in the wrong “

“ I — it’s my body I can move “

“ yes you can in the spot I placed you “

“ I don’t even know you I don’t have t— “

“ that’s how it works “ his voice roared looking to the ground eyebrows furrowed as he was trying so desperately to understand you “ that is how it works in a marriage you listen to me —when I tell you to do something you do it and when I tel— “

“ no it’s not what — I” your face made up in confusion “ who told you these things —- this is ? i’m not a kid I am your wife now—we’re on two equal playing fiel— “

“ no “ you gnawed at your lip as he waited for a rebuttal seeing as though you had been answering him back after everything he said standing up straighter when he seen your tightly closed mouth “ i’m done with this argument I was just curious of something and you answered it “ he unwrapped himself from your body and turned to leave tugging at his suit

you not knowing wether to follow him or leave him be choosing the first option when he turned over his shoulder and stopped his movement

voice coming out short you were so confused with your new ‘husbands’ behavior he expected almost everything from you as if you could read his mind without words “ sorry — sorry “

he shook his head in understanding as he went to get his car from the valet opening the door for you as he opened his own getting in and setting himself up properly for a nice drive

your back hitting the seat hard when he took off your mind racing thinking this may be punishment for your words and anger towards him earlier.

‘ maybe he’s gonna play fast and furious while i’m In the car to get me to shut up ‘

“ I do not intend to scare you if that is what you are thinking “

he looked into his side mirror as he got over into another lane “ but I do intend to build structure where I see there is none “

you knew you should be quiet right now is not the time to fight for your rights in this new relationship not when he was driving like he’d never heard of a car accident

“ and I am not sure about you but I do feel right now is the best time to set that in place seeing as though I don’t know you and I doubt you even want to know me “

he waited on your answer “ when I stop talking that signifies you may speak “

“ sorry yes— no I do want—want to know you “

“ that’s interesting “ he sat back in the drivers seat as he eyed the road carefully slowing down a bit when taking in your answer “ i’d like to think that we were both forced into this “

“ ye-“

“ but that is simply not true “

your eyes refused to blink “ neither of us were “ he slowed the car down even more as he pulled into an underground parking garage “ you were handpicked by myself because I was asked to find a spouse to spark some uproar in the headlines or else i’d lose my title of number three hero and I am not too keen on giving that up right now with my father being number four and only living to climb the ranks “

he turned his car off as he turned to you “ i do not want to give him that enjoyment— “ he sighed “ you are not necessarily wanted nor needed— the only thing I can ask of you is to uphold this facade out there and i will give you and your family— everything i originally signed to in the contract“

he opened his car door as he stood fixing his suit again “ in here — my house you either follow my set of rules or you will be asked to leave and id honestly hate to ask you to leave “

you heart fluttered so he was interested in you

“ because then i’d have to talk to the media and I do hate when they ask me questions they have the material to supply themselves an answer with “

you heard the slam of the car door as you got out yourself hearing the two beeps from his car when locking it following him up the stairs as your eyes blinked several times

no no

you followed him up the elevator images flashing In your mind as you looked to the buttons remembering the number all too clear as he stepped out and onto the floor opening the door to the pent house your sweaty hands fiddling with the bottom half of your dress

“ shoto”

“ todoroki inside please my love — also “ he moved to his kitchen stripping off his jacket “ baby goes for me —my love goes for you in or out I don’t care — but do not overuse it — you will only annoy me “

you smiled softly trying to rush to ask your overwhelming question that was buzzing around inyour mind “ baby do you um— by any chance do you happen to have a rooma — “

“ who the fuck left the door open “ you heard the voice your ears had missed so much your body wanting to drop to the floor after hearing it “ shitty icy hot always coming in places and just leaving shit open— it’s like you don’t even know privacy “

“ well that is true I have never been awarded such thing as privacy I was off throwing up on tile after a long hard restless day of beatings “

“tch always so quick to spill your shitty trauma — wheres the bitch you set yourself up to marry “ he scoffed as you heard him nearing the kitchen “ marry for hire I mean “

shoto nodded as if the male could see it closing his fridge making his way over to you pushing you to follow him towards the loud deep voice “ she’s here actually though she’s going to be busy in a moment — you’ll have some time to meet her afterwards I promise “

“ god — if it goes on all night I swear — still can’t believe you hired some weird bitch to marry you and the whor—holy fuck “

Your eyes rose to meet his as you saw the tall blond drop his grenades he held in his gloved hands the loud clang echoing throughout the house “ my god I do ask bakugou if we’re going to stay together due to the department , that you do watch how you mess up our house , you have free range to destroy anything you want inside your own room “

“ shut —shut the fuck up ice tray“ his eyes narrowed on yours as he pointed at you “ this is the — the bitch you went to marry today — the one you picked out “

“ yes — I — is there a problem “ shoto turned to look you up and down “ though I did suspect some mental health challenges earlier i’m sure you can’t notice them up front right “

bakugous body shivered as he took a step back from you his body prepared to run

“ bakugou i’ve never seen you this “ your grip tightened on your dress pulling it up in the back hand dipping low to grab at your cell phone knowing you would have to call for help if he decided to be the bakugou you knew and kill you your ears listening closely as shoto spoke “ this afraid it’s quite eventful “

“ you— you dumbass “ he kept his eyes on you “ get the fuck out this isn’t the place for you— go back to your run down shitty cottage or something “

shoto stood confused as bakugou ran to grab you his hand tight on your arm his body stopping eyes made up in sadness face dropping as he felt himself wanting to scream and cry all at the same time. Hand only gripping harder onto your figure

“ what is the meaning of this —- I find this disgustingly rude — bakugou “

he shook his head eyes dropping to the floor your heart breaking he won’t even look at you that’s how bad your father screwed things up for you

Him pushing you away from him and towards the door as he spoke low hurt and pain ripping through his voice “ she’s gotta go “ his body moving to walk away “ now “ he screamed “ unmarry her or some shit—I don’t wanna see that bitch when I come back out here “

“ katsu— “

“ don’t you dare say my name not like that not with tears in your fucking eyes and sounding all sad and shit the last time you said it was the best time dont make me forget that shit “

your body shook in fear as his eyes weighed heavy on you shotos voice pouring out “ god bakugou please what are you saying your just being a bit of an— excuse my language my love but an — asshole aren’t you ? “

his body stalling when he thought back to a few moments ago “ wait how — how do you know his name “

your heart broke as you looked between the two men.

Just your luck that you would have to choose between a man who would most likely give you nothing but pure gentle love and supply your family the same only for one small thing in return or one that you missed so much every night you went to sleep

then again you would have no choice but to be married to someone that you’d already signed away your life to in a binding contract that stated your family and yourself would be very well taken care of and who were you to choose love over protection ?

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Part 5

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Continuing off of Part 4 bc I’m weak and I needa write Suga and the... next summon(s).... ‘s content before I can work on a part in reply to a comment :) (hint: that comment mentioned Bokuto 😘)

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Suga looked down at the summoning circle and paled. It didn’t take much for him to be as white as paper, looking between the circle and the two before him.

“Did... Did you summon me, Hinata?”

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!” Hinata cried, throwing himself at Sugawara. Suga attempted to keep him away but was a moment too late, the contact sending a spark of energy running through his body.

“Hinata... How do you...”

“Sugawara-san,” Kageyama blurted. As the silverette blinked at him, Kageyama’s furrowed brows relaxed a little, and he made eye contact firmly. “This idiot doesn’t know how to cut off his mana supply—It’s like he just radiates it constantly. I don’t think you’ll be able to leave without a contract.”

“Has this... happened before?”

Kageyama glared at the back of the redhead’s head, causing Suga to look down at his embarrassed kohai. Hinata immediately looked away from Suga’s eyes to burrow into the chest of his jacket, which was, admittedly, REALLY cute. “...Maybe....” he murmured into the fabric.

“A couple times, already.”

“Aren’t you a little collector?” Suga joked, fingers carding through orange strands. “So, Hinata, what would you like from this contract?”

“Huh? Me?” Hinata’s head popped up.

“Who else?” Suga pinched his nose, chuckling at the way it wrinkled and how Hinata’s palms cupped it protectively.

“None of my other summons asked me that. They just kinda offered me things and did something weird.”

“Nothing too weird, right?”

Kageyama nodded, and Suga sighed in relief.

“Okay, then what do you think I could do in exchange for mana and Cohereo?”

“Co-who-the-what-now?”

Suga smiled, “Cohereo is the touch and affection your summons can use for mana. Kageyama and your arguments count as Cohereo, actually.”

“Really? Kageyama, did you know that?!” Hinata looked a little excited at the info, probably because it would mean he unconsciously bonded with his difficult summon.

“N-No, I didn’t.”

Suga kept his amusement as veiled as he could manage. “Alright, second period is going to end soon. I’ll need you to figure out terms by the end of the school day, else I’ll have to spend the night with you.” Kageyama bristled at the wink Suga delivered. “...What?—it takes more energy for an angel to answer a summon; if I don’t replenish, Daichi is probably going to try to yell at me for being irresponsible!”

“Daichi-san yells at you?”

Suga chuckled nervously. “Only when I’m not taking care of myself properly.”

“Then I’m going to make sure to say that you have to take care of yourself in our contract!”

Suga stared at Hinata for a beat, a little floored by his declaration. After a second, a bit of redness creeped up his cheeks, and he chuckled, rubbing his neck. “Anything else?”

“Um... Please help me with my homework and stuff when I’m struggling? That’s all I can think of.”

Suga smiled widely, muttering the contract terms under his breath. It seemed a few things were slightly different from the demon ones Hinata heard, but the words left his mind as soon as he heard them.

Then, before anyone could react, Suga stuck a finger in Hinata’s mouth. Hinata yelled in surprise, Suga’s finger out as fast as it’d gone in, and Suga waved goodbye with his other hand as he pressed the same digit into his own mouth.

Kageyama and Hinata both let out a shout as a flash of white shot through the area.

“Ah, I think he’s dead.”

Tsukishima turned around, watching Yamaguchi poke and prod at Hinata’s cheek. His eyes were flat and lifeless, staring off into space.

“Huh, who’s have thought his lifespan would be short, too?”

Usually, Hinata would perk up and defend himself with his face bright red. Instead, he deflated slightly more.

“Tsukki...”

“Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

Yamaguchi put his hands up in surrender and sat at his desk, which was beside Hinata’s. Tsukishima sighed as Yamaguchi sent him an exasperated look.

“Hey, Shrimp.” Hinata peered through him, to which Tsukishima shifted uncomfortably. “What’s got you so down—let me guess, the King ran away?”

(Kageyama was, at that moment, actually deliberating in front of the vending machine for the third time that day. As he went to press a button, he sneezed, selecting an orange juice. The disgust he felt was so strong it almost reached Hinata through their ‘bond’.)

“King?”

Tsukishima paused while Yamaguchi jumped and paled. Tsukishima wasn’t at all surprised when Yamaguchi fell out of his seat in his shock, although Hinata was up and fretting over the verdette in a blink.

Yamaguchi was stuck in the nurse’s office for the rest of that class, Hinata having hefted him onto his shoulders and lugging the much taller boy across the school almost effortlessly. Tsukishima did his best to hide how much the feat impressed him.

It wasn’t ten minutes after he returned that the redhead fell asleep to the droning words of their math teacher. The class ended pretty quickly, with the redhead snoozing soundly throughout, even after the bell rang and everyone left. Kageyama had gone off, muttering something about “washing out the orange”, whatever that meant, and so the blonde and redhead were the only two that remained in the room.

Tsukishima, feeling particularly bored, decided to sneak one of Hinata’s papers out of his binder. It was always fun to watch the ginger get frazzled whenever he lost something. (Of course, he’d return it while Hinata was distracted with panicking.)

As he snuck a worksheet out of the binder, a smaller piece of paper with Kageyama’s handwriting and a familiar design slipped out, dropping into the small pool of drool beside Hinata’s face. The redhead blearily stirred, muttering, and Tsukishima couldn’t help the surprised look on his face as he subconsciously answered the call.

A plume of dark clouds filled the air around him, and when they dispersed slightly, Hinata and him stared at one another with an equal expression of horror and dismay.

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resilientdolan · 4 years

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Drown (G.D) - part 12

A/N: IM SO SOFT FOR THESE 2 WTF, also the smut is badly written, bear with me pls bc smut ain’t my thing.

Word-count: 2k+

Summary: Grayson gathered up his courage and asked his Bumblebee to go to the prom with him, and ended up spending some private time at the beach.

T/W: a dash of smut (RLLY JUST A DASH)

Tags: @bingexdolan @grantsairforce @prettyboydolan @kyaaawritings @3ooda97 @baby-grayson @ryxgrantdolan @foxglovedolan @evergreendolan @goldenndolan @nikesbailey @soledadgray @sosweetgrethan @twinfinitydolan @333dolans

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“Hahah, so that’s what happened?,” A light giggle comes out of Bianca’s lips as she listens to Grayson speaking through the phone.

“Yeah! Like Isla tried to talk to me once again, but Ethan was like— ‘leave my brother alone’,” the other person talking with her replies, as a light chuckle escapes him. In fact, her giggle is lowkey contagious, it makes him laugh.

“Well, you do deserve someone better,” Bianca lips form into a smile, though she knows that he can’t see her smiling. It’s been 3 months since the night Grayson saved her from the abusive monster named Declan Hayes, and ever since that night where he promised her that he’d never leave, their bond grew even stronger than before. They haven’t said anything about making things official, but they’re definitely more than bestfriends. Everyone knows that.

“Fuck yes,” he replies briefly. Bianca remains silent as her mind wonders.

What if the better one for Grayson is her?

“Bianca?,” Grayson calls for her name, breaking the silence between them.

“Yeah?”

“Nothing, just making sure you’re still up. Or are you falling asleep?,” he guesses. It’s not a secret for him that Bianca is a fast-sleeper. She falls asleep easily anywhere, anytime.

Bianca take a quick glance at the clock on her nightstand, with her hand rubbing her eye. It’s 2 minutes to 12 am, luckily tomorrow’s Saturday. “I’m still up, a little sleepy, though, but I’ll be fine,” she mumbles sleepily.

Grayson’s smiles grow a little wider as he listens to her sleepy voice. He knew it. His mind wanders, thinking about sleepy Bianca laying in her bed, struggling to keep her eyes open to talk to him. God, she’s the cutest.

Grayson glances over at Ethan, who’s laying on his bed with his phone in his hand, scrolling down through his messages to text Mabel, the girl that he has been talking to for the past 2 months. It’s obvious that Ethan’s so into her that he stays up late lately only to text her, or sometimes to talk to her through the phone. His other hand is grabbing 2 prom tickets, obviously for him and Mabel.

One crazy idea comes into his mind out of nowhere.

“B—Bianca?!,” Grayson pretends to stutter as he calls for the girl one more time. Bianca, who’s slowly falling asleep on the other line, quickly opens her eyes the moment Grayson calls her name.

“Gray? Are you okay?,” Bianca frowns.

It works. Grayson smiles to himself as he goes on with his own scenario.

“I—I need you to save me,” he tries to hold himself back from laughing. He can clearly picture her sitting on the edge of her bed, wondering about what’s happening with him.

“Grayson?”

“Bianca, s—save me...”

“Save you from what?”

“From...”

“From what?! Grayson, what’s happening?!,” Bianca nearly cries. He really got her good.

Feeling bad for scaring her, Grayson takes a deep breath, leaving her wondering in complete silence.

“Grayson are you there?!,” Bianca yells once again.

“I—I’m here, so... I—I need you to save me from...”

“Tell me,” she whispers, her voice is shaky.

“... Save me from going to the prom alone, Bumblebee, please? Will you?,” Grayson tries to speak in the calmest way as he can.

Another silence.

“... Fuck you, Gray. Fuck. You.” Grayson can hear her grunting on the other line. Hearing her grunts got him bursting into endless laughter.

“You scared me! The fuck, Grayson?,” a deep sigh comes out of Bianca’s lips as she throws herself back onto the mattress.

“Look, hey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I mean it,” Grayson coos. He feels bad for giving her panic attack. “Bianca, baby, will you?,” he asks once again.

“Grayson, say sike right now,” Bianca sinks her teeth into ther lower lip, though deep inside, she thinks she’s about to melt.

“Bianca Reine, my Bumblebee, will you save me from going to the prom alone?,” he repeats once again.

“Grayson?,” this time, Bianca calls for his name.

“Yeah?,” he replies, pretty anxious about her reaction.

“You know— I don’t want to be rude, but prom isn’t really my thing...,” Bianca sighs once again.

“Oh...,” The smile on his face slowly fades away as he listens to her answer. “So, you’re not—“

“... unless I’m going with you, Grapeson,” Bianca quickly cuts him off, followed with a light giggle.

Grayson’s smile quickly makes its way back to his face, and even grows wider than before. “Now sleep, Bumblebee, I know you’re tired, and it’s late for you,” he says.

“You know me way too well sometimes,” Bianca yawns. “I’ll talk to you once I’m up, yeah?,” she tucks herself in as she speaks.

“Goodnight, Bumblebee,” Grayson whispers. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Grapeson,” the sleepy girl replies.

Grayson waits for her to hung up in silence, but “night, Grapeson” isn’t the one that he gets. Instead of a goodnight, the only thing he gets in return is the sound of her soft snore. She fell asleep before she even got the chance to end the phone call.

“I love you, Bumblebee, I really do,” Grayson whispers once again, hoping his own sleeping beauty hears him in her sleep.

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“You look beautiful, Bumblebee. You really do,” for the millionth time, Grayson says it once again. His hand is rested on Bianca’s cheek as he keeps his gaze on hers, admiring the beauty sitting beside her.

There sits Bianca, wearing her light blue spaghetti strap mermaid dress, on the passenger seat of Grayson’s Porsche. Her dark locks that she usually ties into a messy bun, doesn’t make any appearance tonight. She got her hair waterfall-braided, which makes her looks completely different tonight.

Here they are sitting in Grayson’s Porsche, at the beach, once again. The place where they confessed their feelings for each other that night. They left the prom an hour ago, like— who cares about prom night as long as you got your favorite person with you?

Bianca’s cheeks turn pinkish as Grayson compliments her once again. Her hand makes its way up to the top of his head to toy with his short hair. “And Grapeson in a suit? You look so, um...,” Bianca pauses for a while, struggling to find the right word.

“Hot?,” Grayson teasingly whispers in her ear as a sly smirk comes across his lips.

Bianca spats his hand away from her cheek as she laughs. “Ew, Grapeson,” she shakes her head.

“What? You don’t want to admit it?,” he gives her a cute pout as he pretend to be sad.

“Okay, okay, maybe a bit,” Bianca squints her eyes as she replies, thinking about the possible reaction that he might give.

“A bit? You do know that your skill in lying is so damn bad, right?,” Grayson arches his brow just right before he starts to attack her face with soft kisses. Both of his arms are now wrapped around her waist to prevent her from escaping.

“Graaaaay, it tickes,” she tries to pull away, but Grayson notices her attempt that he tightens his arms around her. “Okay, okay, yeah, you’re hot, now let me go, please?,” she begs. So Grayson stops as soon as he gently pecks her lips as the final kiss.

“Can’t help myself, you look like an angel, Bumblebee,” he snickers, replied with a giggle from Bianca.

Grayson’s phone beeps, and he quickly pulls it out of his pocket to check for the notifications. It’s Ethan.

E: “bro, where ya at?”

G: “the beach”

E: “at what time did you leave? smh you didn’t tell me”

G: “an hour ago?? sorry, needa little time with my Bumblebee away from the crowd”

E: “‘my Bumblebee’? i see what you did there 👀”

G: “shut up”

“Gray?,” Bianca calls for his name.

“Yeah?,” Grayson quickly answers, but his fingers are still busy typing the message.

“Grayson?,” she calls once again. This time? Grayson puts his phone down to shift his attention back to her, but as soon as his gaze meets hers, his lips part into an o.

There sits Bianca, with her dress straps down, trying to reach her back to unzip her dress. “Can you help me with this?,” she looks up at him innocently.

“Bianca, w—what are you—“

“Um...,” she pauses, her cheeks are redder than before. “I heard that some people be— you know—,” she speaks nervously.

Grayson sinks his teeth into his lower lip to hold himself back from laughing as he tries his best to pay attention to her explanation.

“They have— y—you know—,” Bianca stutters once again.

“I thought you’re not ready for that? The last time that piece of shit asked you to do it with him, you cried, and you told me that you’re not even ready,” Grayson hums.

“No! No! It’s... different. Wait— you don’t want to?,” she frowns.

“I didn’t say that, I’m just making sure, Bumblebee. The last time we talked about this, you told me you ain’t ready,” he shakes his head. “Or maybe you want to save your virginity for marriage?,” he teases her once again.

“No, it’s just— I want this night to be remembered, Gray. I want it to be special, and—“

“Okay,” he quickly cuts her off as he takes his suit jacket off. Then his hands quickly move up to untie his tie, and throws it to the backseat.

Bianca bites her lower lip as she watches him doing so. In a quick motion, Grayson pulls her onto his lap, and rests both of his hands on each side of her waist.

God, he’s having an angel on his lap, and that angel is Bianca Reine; his Bumblebee.

Bianca awkwardly rests her palms on his cheeks, cupping them lovingly as she rests her forehead against his. Grayson emits a light chuckle as a reaction before he adds, “Bumblebee, it’s okay, it ain’t a fucking Biology exam, calm down, don’t be nervous.”

“J—just go slow, okay? Grayson, this is my fir—“

“Shh, hey,” Grayson coos as he takes her hand in his, gently drawing circular pattern on the back of her hand to calm her down. “I’d spend the rest of my night with you. Chill, we have a lot of time,” he whispers, just right before he attaches his lips onto the skin of her neck to nibble on it gently.

“G—Gray...,” a light moan escapes Bianca’s lips as she tilts her head aside for a bit to give him more access.

Grayson hums softly as his hands quickly makes their way to the back of her dress to unzip it. As soon as it’s completely unzipped, Bianca pushes it down until it reaches the level of her waist, leaving her upper body exposed to her bestfriend. Grayson continues to suck on the skin of her neck, but this time he moves his hands back to her fore part. He gently cups her breast as he continues to tease her.

“S—shit,” she whines. Grayson gently brushes the pad of his thumb across her perky nipple as he pulls away, to find her sitting on his lap with her upper body fully exposed.

“Jesus Christ, Bianca,” he mumbles. “You look so fucking perfect.”

“You think so?,” Bianca whispers, her hands making its way to his chest to unbutton his shirt.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about having you like this with me,” Grayson move his hands up to rest them on each side of her neck. “You have no idea, Bumblebee.”

“I trust you more than Declan, Gray. That’s why I’m yours tonight,” Bianca nods as she eagerly yanks his shirt off.

“You trust me?,” he smiles for a bit.

“I trust you, with everything that I have,” Bianca nods once again.

Grayson smiles and pulls her in to plant a passionate kiss onto her lips, and she eagerly returns the kiss. As soon as they break the kiss, Bianca glances down at him, with a thin smile on her lips.

“Make love to me, Grayson. I want this night to be remembered, forever.”

“Gladly, my Bumblebee.”

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Family Reunion

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 18

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Someone evil had some to Alexandria because our group went and killed some of his people. He had captured them and killed two of our people. I hadn’t gone with them because I was taking care of Judith and Carl and I’s daughter Emily. I named her after my mother’s middle name, I always loved her middle name and I wanted my daughter to be named after her. We had also honored Carl’s mother by making her middle name Lori. When the group came back with three less people everyone was concerned and confused. Carl had came over to me and lead me inside to our room, after we put Emily and Judith down to play with each other.

“Carl, what happened?” I asked confused and worried. I could see that he wasn’t okay.

“The people we went after wasn’t who we thought.” He said and I looked at him confused.

“What do you mean?” I asked and he sighed.

“We met him.” He said. I was confused, no one had told me what they were doing, they didn’t want me to worry too much while I was watching the girls.

“We were going after a man named Negan, we thought we killed him at the outpost, but we didn’t. Him and his people found us and he killed Glenn and Abraham…” He said and my eyes widened. No, it couldn’t be…

“He even had my dad almost cut my arm off…” He said and I pulled him towards me.

“I should have gone with you guys…” I said and he pulled away from me.

“No! If you got hurt I would never be able to forgive myself!” He said and I sighed.

“What about Daryl?” I asked and he sighed.

“Negan took him.” He said and I shook my head.

“Why does everything bad have to happen to us?” I said sitting on our bed.

“We’ll get him back and avenge Glann and Abraham.” He said sitting next to me.

Two weeks had gone by and nothing bad had really happened. Everyone was pissed off about what happened to our people, but there wasn’t much we could really do about it right now. The Saviors, as they called themselves had come to Alexandria last week, but I wasn’t there to see them. Apparently Negan had come, I was out on a supply run when they came and I didn’t make it back until after they left. Carl was happy that I wasn’t there, he wanted me to stay far away from this. He told me that Judith and Emily had been hidden so he didn’t see them either. I was watching the girls again while Carl was out for supplies. He should have been back by now though and I was growing worried. I had to be strong for the girls though, I didn’t want them to know anything was wrong.

An hour later when I heard a knock on the door and Olivia opened it. She had been helping me with the girls and keeping me company. I was upstairs with the girls and I peeked downstairs when I heard someone talking.

“Where’s Rick?” The man asked.

“Uh I’m- I’m just-”

“Don’t care.” The man cut Olivia off in a sing song voice.

“Where’s Rick?” He asked again.

“Um, out scavenging for you.” She answered and my eyes widened. It was Negan, I should have known from the voice…

“Cool, I’ll wait.” He said. I looked down the stairs and saw Carl, he didn’t have his bandage on. He looked at me and shook his head, silently telling me to stay with the girls. I went back in their room and picked up Emily. I could still hear them talking, but it was muffled. I heard the door open and someone left. I heard two people come upstairs and my heart started beating faster. Carl was keeping him away from the girl’s room, but it was only a matter of time.

“What about this one?” Negan asked outside the room. I bit my lip and shut my eyes not facing the door.

“Oh, i-it’s just a water heater.” Carl answered, but he didn’t buy it.

“You serious, kid? Come on.” Negan said and the door opened.

“Oh-oh, my.” He said stepping into the room. Judith was in her crib and Emily was on my hip.

“Why do we have here?” He asked.

“Turn around little lady.” He said and I sighed. I turned around and faced the man I haven’t seen in years.

“Y/N?” He asked shocked and Carl’s eyes widened in surprise and confusion.

“Hi, daddy.” I said with a sigh.

“Honey, I thought you were dead!” He said coming over and caressed my cheek.

“I thought the same of you.” I said and he smiled. I looked at Carl with worry in my eyes and he just stared in shock.

“So who are these little angels? Are they yours honey?” He asked and I shook my head.

“She is.” I said signalling to Emily.

“This is Carl’s sister…” I said. I knew Carl would be upset that I told him this information, but he would have found out anyway.

“Oh my God, you and Carl…” He said cutting himself off with a laugh.

“So this is my granddaughter.” He said taking Emily from me.

“What’s her name?” He asked and I sighed.

“Emily…” I said and he looked at me with a smile.

“Your mother’s middle name.” He said and I nodded. He looked at Carl and smirked.

“Looks like you two needa talk, so I’ll look after these precious little girls. What’s the other ones name?” He asked.

“Judith…” I answered and he smirked.

“Go on now, go talk.” He said and pushed us out of the room. I grabbed Carl’s arm and pulled him to our room.

“I’m sorry…” I said once the door was closed.

“He’s your…” Carl started.

“My father, yes…” I finished.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, both angry and confused.

“I didn’t know it was him! I thought my father died Carl! We were separated by a horde and I ran, he was engulfed by it and I thought he died. Guess he escaped too…” I said and he shook his head.

“I can’t believe this…” He said.

“I’m sorry Carl, but that man isn’t my father. Not anymore, not after what you told me he did.” I said and he looked at me, studying me for the truth.

“Please believe me, now can we please go back to the girls. I don’t like the thought of him alone with them.” I said and he sighed.

“I believe you, let’s go.” He said and pulled me back to their room. We walked in and saw him holding both of them. They saw us and started grabbing for us.

“Come here baby.” I said taking Emily from my father’s arms. Carl did the same with Judith.

“Awww come on honey, let me spend some time with my granddaughter.” My father said and I shook my head.

“After the things you’ve done, I don’t want you near her.” I said and walked out of the room.

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serendipitioustaehyung · 7 years

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Runaway

collab with @rapmoniepapi

summary: you’re friends with a group of trouble makers, ‘junkies’ as the town calls you. but one day, it gets all too much.

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"(Y/n)! Wake up!" I heard JK say, then proceeded to feel him shake me awake, "Come on! We're gonna get down to get food, and I don't wanna carry you, no offense."

“Shhh, JK, let me carry her. She's probably tired," I heard Yoongi say.

Jungkook was quick to comment, "That's fine with me, she might hit me if I keep waking her up."

I heard Jungkook walk off and Yoongi's footsteps get closer before I heard him talking to me, "I know that you're awake," I opened my eyes in response, "I knew it!"

"Yeah, yeah, but my head hurts," I said, with a pout on my face, "please carry me," stretching my arms out.

"Why are you so lazy?" I heard his grumble, before picking me up bridal style and my arms immediately wrapping around him. I felt him start to walk towards the where the boys probably were.

"Did you guys make a pit stop while I was asleep?" I whispered into his ear.

“Yeah, surprised you didn't wake up," he said in response, us still whispering.

"You get used to the loudness, and learn to sleep through it," I shrugged my shoulders as best as I could in this position, which must of looked funny because I felt his laugh in his chest.

"You look like a tired koala," he told me, his chest still rumbling, and I could hear the boys talking getting louder, telling me we were pretty close to them. Yoongi put me down at the front of the fast food joint to open the door.

“Why thank you my good sir." I sarcastically bowed, holding up an imaginary dress.

"Yeah yeah, I'm a real Prince Charming. Now, get in." He scooted me inside.

"Do you wanna come with me to order or go sit down?"

"I needa take a piss. Get me an egg McMuffin and a Sprite.... ooh! And some cookies please!" I answered making puppy dog eyes.

"A piss, real classy lady," And he was on his way to the cashier. After you guys were done eating and finally picked out all the fries the boys have thrown in your hair you were on your way again.

"Can I sleep on you while Jin drives? You're super warm," I mumbled, to which Yoongi replied with a simple, "yes," and sat me down on his lap.

"Did I ever tell you why we left this town?" I asked him, not looking at him.

"No, although I did tell you how I got this scar, so why don't you tell me your story?" he asked, a curiousness to his tone.

I took a deep breath, "It started when I was 15, I started sneaking out and hanging out with the boys, which my parents hated. They started trying to ground me, or take away certain things that I needed, like my phone, my book bag, anything that I needed, gone. They started to realize that doesn't work," I stopped for a second to gather my thoughts and figure out how to say this, "they started to verbally abusing me," I felt Yoongi's arm tighten around me, "it wasn't bad at first, you know? I could ignore it and be fine, but as time went on, I couldn't ignore it anymore. I got called a slut and a whore because my best friends were guys. I got called ugly, a fuck up and so many other things that I don't even wanna think about," I took another deep breath, trying not to cry, "one day, the day that I met you for the first time, I was late coming home, and my mom immediately knew I was with the boys, and started yelling at me, and I didn't answer which made her and my dad even more pissed. My dad finally had enough to where he basically threw me into our glass door. Once I got up, I ran upstairs, and called Joon. The boys came over, Jin and Hoseok came and got me while Joon did something to my parents, i'm not sure what, but I don't care."

A beat of silence past before Yoongi spoke up, his voice mixed with angry and curious tone, "What do you mean he did something?"

"When he got back into the car, they're was a bunch of blood on his hands," I told him, leaning my head into his chest.

"You know, I've really only known you for like, what, 2 days now, but I feel protective over you, it might because you remind me of my little sister, and the fact that you're younger than me. I hope you know you can talk to me," He told me, pulling me closer, and kissing my forehead.

"Thank you, Yoongi," I told him, reaching up and kissing his cheek before settling back into his lap.

A few beats of silence passed before we heard Jin shout, "Come on! Time to go," and with that, Yoongi picked me up, and we were on the rode again.

Waking up a few hours later to see I was still in Yoongi's lap with his arms around me, it was dark outside and Jin was still driving.

"Jin?" I questioned, my voice raspy from sleep.

"Jesus, princess, don't scare me like that," Jin called from the front seat, his hand over his chest dramatically.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly, "I was wondering where we were."

"We're on the other side of our hometown, so we don't run into your parents or anyone else," he told me, "plus I know a dealer out here, and JK has been begging me for weed all fucking week," he laughed.

"I know, he's been bugging me to," I laughed out, but stopped as soon as Yoongi grumbled in his sleep, "Who's your dealer?"

"Kwon Jiyong, or more commonly known as G-Dragon," he told me, and I let a gasp ring out.

"Wasn't he in prison for manslaughter?" I questioned.

"Yeah, he got out a year ago," he told me, "do you not know the story?"

"No, tell me!" I said, "I like stories, even though this one involves murder, but go on."

"Him and Jay used to be like best friends, like through everything, but Jay fucked him over, like big time. Jay told his fiancé what he did to pay for stuff around the house and his fiancé left him. To say G got pissed, would be an understatement, they got into a fight, and G ended up stabbing Jay, out of fury, and ran," Jin told me.

"Wait, wouldn't that be involuntary manslaughter?" I questioned.

"Technically, yes, but since G ran, and was 18, they made it manslaughter," he responded, "G is honestly a real chill dude, he's been through some shit."

"Haven't we all?" I grumbled.

"I thought I was the only one who knew that story," Yoongi spoke, making me jump and Jin swerve the truck.

"Jesus fuck, Yoongi!" I said, smacking his chest, in response, he laughed, grabbed my arms and pulled me back into his chest.

"Calm down babygirl, I didn't mean to scare you, or you, Jin," he laughed out, "but, seriously, how do you know that story?"

"I used to be close with G when we were kids, and when he needed me, I was there," Jin responded, a bit of edge to his voice.

"Wait, Jin, did you help G hide from the police?" I questioned sitting up, before Yoongi pulled me back down.

"Yeah," Jin said, the edge in his voice getting stronger, "For a few days, until he went out and got caught on his own, so the police had no knowledge of me hiding him out."

"Damn, Jin, you're badass as fuck, I couldn't of done that," I told Jin, honestly, "Unless it was for you guys, then maybe."

It was silent after that and Jin didn't speak until we got to a set of railroad tracks that looked abandoned, and pulling near the grass and parked.

"Either you guys can wake the boys up so we all can go, which I would prefer incase there are so people I don't trust here, or I can go by myself," Jin told us after he turned off the truck, and turned around and looked at us. Yoongi and I looked at each other and nodded, him immediately letting me up and leaned over to where Jungkook was laying over Hoseok and Jimin. I started to poke him.

"Hey! JK! Wake up!" I semi screamed in his ear, his eyes opening.

"What?" he grumbled, his voice raspy from sleep.

"We're getting weed, and we don't want Jin to go alone," I told him, and he immediately sat up, waking up Jimin and Hoseok, who immediately started to grumble, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jin waking up Namjoon.

"Okay, since we're all awake. We're going to get week from Kwon Jiyong or better known as G Dragon, and Jin doesn't know if he brought people with him, so we are going as well," I spoke to which everyone nodded, and started getting out. We started walking behind Jin, him seeming to know where to go, and Hoseok threw an arm over my shoulder, walking with me side by side, as I laid my head on his shoulders. After walking for a few minutes, we saw someone standing under an old street light.

"Seokjin?" The deep raspy voice called out, causing Jin to sigh in relief.

"G," Jin spoke, walking up to the shadowed figure, giving him a "bro hug", and then introducing us, "This is (Y/N), Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook, and Y-" he was cut off my G.

"Yoongi, it's good to see you, man. How's your sister?" G questioned, giving him a "bro hug" as well.

"Good, I hope. She lives with my grandmother, across the country," he responded.

“That's good, man, anyway, down to business, right?" G chuckled, "Be lucky we're friends Jin, or I would of made you pay a lot more for this."

"That's good man, trust me, i'm paying for all of us, thanks for the price cut though," Jin responded, chuckling, grabbing his wallet, counting the money, and handing it to him. G took the money, and put it in his pocket before reaching into his jacket and pulling out 7 sandwiches sized bags filled with weed (this is a terrible description but go with it) and handed them to Jin.

"Don't smoke it all at onc-" G was cut off by someone walking on rocks, Yoongi immediately stepped in front of me, and G pulled out a knife from his jacket, causing Jin to look at him.

"What? I'm a drug dealer, I gotta defend myself somehow," G said, looking back at Jin to which Jin just shrugged his shoulders. As the walking got closer and they came into the light, I put my hand on Yoongi's arm, and peaked out from the side, and immediately freezing up seeing who it was.

"Mom? Dad?" My voice no bigger than a whisper.

Yoongi immediately tensed up, and said, his voice sounding angry as fuck, "those are your parents, princess?"

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hamiltontrashaccount · 7 years

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Three’s a Crowd (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

Heyyyy everyone. Hope you enjoy this fic, I loved writing this it was so much fun. Shoutout to my friend @pumpernickelbae for first reading this fic for me and being so supportive of my writing, and also, shoutout to my friend @omqitsnaya because she was so engaged while reading this and telling me all these thing while she was reading them and she's just an angel. i love them so much.

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Summary: You try to figure out how to tell Anthony you're pregnant. With triplets.

Word count: 2086

Warnings: Just cursing, a cute Anthony being really oblivious to everything

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You were having triplets. The moment the doctor said it you could hardly believe it.

“Excuse me?” You asked, your voice rising to high decibels.

The doctor turned to look at you. “You’re having triplets.” She said with a small smile.

You sat there, feeling shocked. When you were in the car, you were still shocked. When you got home, you were still in a state of complete shock. You and Anthony were going to have to take care of three babies. You didn’t think you could even handle one baby, and now you found out you have to take care of three.

Even through the shock, you still couldn’t help but be a little happy. You had three little people growing in your stomach. As scary as it was, it was still a little exciting.

“Oh god.” You groaned as you thought about how you were going to tell Anthony. You didn’t know how he was going to react. And even though you knew he would never, you still couldn’t help but worry that Anthony might leave you. What if he doesn't want triplets? You thought to yourself. You tried to bury that nasty thought away from your head to no avail.

“Hey babe!” Anthony shouted from the kitchen.

You yelped and jumped in the air. Anthony peeks his head out from the kitchen door way.

“Sorry, baby. Did I scare you?” He asked. You walked over to the kitchen and he walked back in, continuing whatever thing he was doing before.

“A little bit.” You replied.

He turned back to you. “I wasn’t talking about you “baby”. I was talking about our baby “baby”.”

You shook your head and laughed, refraining from responding with “Which baby are you talking about?” He continued cutting up the onions.

“So how’s our baby?” He asked. You could hear the smile in his voice and you couldn’t help but smile as well.

“They’re all doing fine!” You said cheerily.

He looked at you again, an even bigger smile on his face. “Oh that’s so fucking great.” He walked over and gave you a big kiss on your lips, then moved his lips lower so he can kiss your stomach.

You giggled, realizing he didn’t catch what you said.

“Dinner’s going to be ready in half an hour. Sit down and relax.” He said, throwing the now cut up onions into the pan.

“Isn’t it a two-show day today?” You asked, sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Yeah, I only have like an hour and a half before I needa leave.” He responded. You nodded your head and just watched him cook. When the food was done, you both ate, talking about whatever it is that you could.

“Hey, can you get me some water real quick?” You asked him when he stood up to wash your plates.

“Yes, ma'am.” He said, taking your cup with him.

“Three ice cubes. Three babes.” You said. You added the babes at the end, a nickname you called him every once in a while. However, this time you hoped he would hear it in the context of babies. He didn’t, of course.

“Okay… Anything for you.” He said, looking at you with confusion.

He got you your water. You groaned inwardly, disappointed that your subtle confession didn’t work. You’d have to step up your game.

Anthony left, and you plotted the next triplet reveal.

A couple days later, on another two-show day, you had another plan to tell him you were having triplets.

When Anthony had gotten home late at night, you offered to get him a glass of water before bed.

“No, Y/N. You can’t walk.” He protested, getting up to get it himself.

“Anthony Ramos. I am not even three months pregnant. I can still do things for myself.” You said, pushing him back onto the bed. “I will be getting you water.”

He grumbled to himself but let you leave.

You came back into the room, holding a glass of water. In the water were three ice cubes, each with a miniature baby in them.

Anthony laughed as you handed him the glass. “Babe, you already told me you were pregnant. You didn’t have to do this.” He gave you a kiss, then drank from the glass.

You rolled your eyes. Time for a new plan.

Two weeks later it was Thanksgiving. You and Anthony had invited Daveed, Jasmine, Lin and his wife Vanessa over to your apartment for a Thanksgiving dinner. The week before, you had told Jasmine about your having triplets. She’d agreed to keep it a secret, and you and her planned how to surprise Anthony with the news at dinner. She’d had the idea to have three of everything, much like your original plan with the water (which didn’t work, and when you told her this, she just shook her head and said to try it anyway).

Because it was Thanksgiving, you’d both agreed to keep the dinner more than three items, but everything else was in threes. Three different stuffings, three different types of meat, three different drinks to choose from, and three of every utensil. It was a very blatant message, and, according to Jasmine, “if Anthony doesn't get the idea that something is up… well, just know you're having a kid with an idiot.”

By this time, you were about 13 weeks pregnant. Your stomach wasn’t that big yet, but Lin took notice.

“Jesus, your little one’s going to be big! Look how big you already are.” Lin shouted, laying a hand softly on your stomach, and rubbing it slowly, whispering a hello to the babies.

“Lin!” Vanessa chastised.

“It’s a compliment!” He argued.

“Hi, Y/N.” Vanessa greeted, holding her arms out. You hugged her back and she laid a hand on your stomach. She said hello to the babies also and walked into the apartment to say hello to Daveed who was already there, “helping” Anthony out with the turkey (Daveed had since left the kitchen and leaned on the kitchen doorway, watching the T.V screen).

“You know, my sister was this big when she was as far along as you. She had triplets.” Lin said, a knowing look on his face.

“If you say anything to him, Lin, I swear to god, I will kick your ass.”

He raised his arms up in surrender. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He gave your shoulder a light rub, then followed after his wife.

An hour later, everyone sat down for dinner. Everyone went around, saying what they were thankful for. Once you were done, you all started to grab your meals.

“Why are there three forks?” Daveed asked as he plopped mashed potatoes onto his plate.

“And spoons? And knives?” Lin added. He glanced up at you and rolled his eyes.

“Really?” he mouthed.

“It was her idea.” You answered back, pointing at Jasmine. He shook his head and laughed.

After a moment, everyone dropped the subject. Everyone had managed to comment on the number of things, except Anthony.

“Idiot.” Jasmine whispered beside you.

“Shush.” You answered back. “He’ll mention it later.”

Except, he never did.

On Christmas, the cast had to do a show, so everyone agreed to celebrate Chritmas morning together at the Richard Rogers Theater.

By this point, Lin and Jasmine had worked together to let the entire cast know you and Anthony were having triplets. You wondered how Anthony hadn’t found out yet. Everyone exchanged gifts, and you had the most gifts because everyone had bought a lot of extra things for the babies.

It soon became time to give your gift to Anthony. You had given him a gift earlier that morning (tickets to a basketball game he’d been dying to go to), but you had another gift to give. Jasmine had found this idea on some pregnancy website, and decided it would be cute for you to give to Anthony.

Anthony opened the card and read it out loud: “I have three more gifts for you, but they’re still being processed. You’ll get them in only a few more months.”

Anthony laughed, a wide smile on his face. Everyone was on the edge of their seat, thinking he had finally figured out the secret, but were incredibly disappointed when he said, “What kind of store are you buying from that they’re taking months to get you my gifts?”

Everyone audibly groaned and sat back against their seats. Anthony looked around confused. He shrugged it off. “Y/N, just cancel them. I don’t need them.”

“It’s a lil late for that, Ant.” You said. Everyone laughed, and the mood was brought back up again. The show later that day was great, but you were still wondering on how to tell Ant you were having triplets.

A few days later on New Years, you’d had another cute idea to tell him.

After the New Years kiss, you’d brought out a cake with three little people on the top of them.

Anthony laughed and said, “Is that supposed to be us and the baby? God that’s so fucking cute.” He said, grabbing the cake, putting it down and giving you another kiss.

Time for Plan E. What's plan E?

Plan E took a little longer to plan than you thought. You had to go out and order balloons to be ready for you to pick up on the day of the “party.” Then you had to go out and order cakes. Then you had to buy streamers and other decorations for the apartment. Everything was getting harder to do the bigger you got. At this point, you were 21 weeks old, so walking became more of a struggle.

Before Anthony had left for his show at night, you’d told him to hurry back as quick as he could, because you had planned a party.

“Oh, sweet.” He cheered. He gave you one last kiss and left for his show.

Thankfully Anthony wouldn’t be there for another four hours, so you were able to walk slowly when getting everything ready. Walking was something you didn’t want to do; imagine if you’d have had to run around. Everything was ready to go; now all you had to do was wait for Anthony.

“So are you guys coming over for the party or…?” Anthony asked his cast mates before he left.

“What party?” Lin answered. Anthony looked to Daveed, who shrugged his shoulders. Anthony then looked to Oak, Jasmine and Renee, who had all shrugged their shoulders.

Anthony said his good byes and took a cab to you guys’ apartment. He texted you on his way there, asking what was going on, but your only response was Shut up and come home, Ant.

When Anthony stepped into the apartment, he was surprised to see white balloons and streamers hanging from the ceiling. All the balloons had the number 3 on them.

“Babe, where are you? I thought we were having a party?” he said.

“Y/N, where are you?” He repeated when you didn’t respond the first time.

“In the kitchen.” You called. He rushed to the kitchen to find more balloons everywhere, and you, standing behind the kitchen table, where there were three cakes. You pulled the string to the party popper you were holding and confetti blew out of it.

“Hey baby.” You said.

He walked closer to you and looked down at the cakes. Each cake read a different word. Together, the cakes read out “We’re having triplets.”

“What?” Anthony asked, looking up at you.

“Do you not know how to read? It says we’re having triplets.” You said, firing off another party popper.

Anthony stood shocked for another second before a big smile began to appear on his face.

“Triplets?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Like, three babies? Growing in your stomach?”

You nodded your head, laughing.

“Oh my fucking god! Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?” He shouted, hugging you tightly from the side, so he didn’t squish the babies. He looked at you and realization crossed his face. “You did. I was just too stupid to realize.”

You giggled. “Yeah.”

Tears began to appear in his eyes. “We’re having triplets. That’s three, baby! WE’RE HAVING TRIPLETS!”

You nodded your head, tears falling from your eyes. Anthony ran around the room, shouting happily about having triplets. He took out his phone and began calling people, telling them what he’d just learned.

You stood there, happy tears still falling from your eyes, wondering how you could ever think he would react badly.

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choco-chip-cookie · 7 years

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 8

Okay, okay I know this is long over due and I'm sorry. At first it was cause of school, but then I started binge watching on Netflix all day yesterday, but this is extra long and cute and angsty. Keep in mind that half of this was written at two in the morning after I was done crying from finishing the last episode of 13 reasons why. (Yall needa go watch that shit) I hope you guys enjoy the chapter, y'all know I need 100 notes for part 9 and leave feedback💕

One more thing...Ik it probably doesn't make sense but I'm gonna pretend like this takes place after like a month from the last time they met.

**WARNING**: Nothing really, just a make out and a small mention of masturbation.

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"Cal, can you not." You snorted as he tried to squeeze into the tight fitting top you picked out not too long ago.

"I can get in it, I swear." He grunted while attempting to get the small shirt over his shoulder.

He had took you shopping once again and as always he came into the dressing room with you. This particular time, however, Calum got so bored he decided to try on clothes as well. You didn't have a problem with that, but he could at least try on something in his size.

"You're gonna rip it." You laughed." Then you'll have to buy it just to throw away."

"I'm going to get in this shirt, Y/N."

"Oh my God." You began to laugh harder at his determination, deciding to try on another article of clothing for your sake." I think these shorts are gonna make my ass pop."

"It already pops, Y/N. Your ass is fucking perfect." He absentmindedly complimented you.

"Take off the shi-"

"I got it!" He yelled once he finally got the top onto his body, throwing his hands up in the air in excitement.

It was quiet as you both heard the sound of fabric tearing. You placed your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter and Calum's cheeks slowly flushed pink.

"I told you you were going to rip it."

"Shut up." He pouted and removed the shirt off of his body easily due to it now being ripped down the back." Try the shorts on."

You shimmied the black shorts up your legs and buttoned it in the front, spinning around to let him give you a once over.

"Damn, baby girl." He bit his lip and reached for you.

You laughed as his hands made contact with your butt to give it a couple of rough squeezes. You reached around to squeeze his as well and he scrunched up his nose.

"That's not pleasant." He laughed, removing your hands and placing them on his crotch."There we go."

"You're a mess." You shook your head and went to look in the mirror.

For a little while longer , you tried on a couple of more things while getting his opinion before the two of you finally checked out and left. You felt accomplished since this was the least money he's spent on you within the last couple of weeks, and you just adored walking around the mall with multiple bags on your wrist and Calum at your side.

"Want some food on the way back to yours?"

"Definitely." You nodded and licked your lips."Can we get Taco Bell? I'm really craving a quesarito right now."

"Anything for you, princess."

"Calum?!" You heard a female voice shout and you two turned around.

Your eyes widened as you saw a group of girls, getting larger by the minute might I add, began to squeal and come rushing towards the two of you. They were all snapping pictures left and right and you internally panicked at the thought of being caught and put into the spotlight.

"Fuck." Calum sighed, but he put on a smile. Of course he was happy to see his fans, but this was definitely the wrong time. "Just stay calm, okay?"

"Mhmm." You nodded as you two were suddenly circled around by a bunch of teenage girls.

You stood there awkwardly as he communicated and took pictures with everyone. Majority of the girls paid no mind to you due to being so star struck from seeing one of their idols and crushes, but of course there were a couple who took pictures and murmured about who you were. You were bewildered when two of them walked up to you and initiated conversation.

"Are you Calum's girlfriend?" The brunette asked you and you reached up and twirled a few coils in your hair. It had always been a nervous habit of yours.

"Uh, something like that, yeah."

"You're so pretty." The girl's blonde friend complimented and you smiled.

"Thanks, honey. You're beautiful as well, and girl your face is best for the Gods." You made a comment on her makeup and her cheeks flushed red.

"I wouldn't say it's all that."

"No, seriously. What eyeshadow is that?"

The two of you talked about makeup for a while, the brunette adding in a couple of additional comments to the conversation as well. It wasn't long before Calum had finished up with everyone and had wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Excuse me, ladies, but we have to go."

"It was nice meeting you, Y/N." The blonde that you now knew as Claire grinned."Don't forget to follow me on Snapchat."

"I gotcha." You nodded and allowed yourself to be dragged towards the exit by Calum.

"You know there's going to be pictures of us everywhere for the next couple of days, right?"

"Guess I'll be staying home then."

Loud laughter bounced off the walls as Calum chased you around your apartment while occasionally dodging everything you'd try to put in his way to slow him down. Since he had took you shopping earlier you knew you had to come up with your side of the deal, but you were in the mood to be playful and deny him of what he wanted.

"Fucking hell, Y/N." he laughed as well and pushed the chair out of the way to catch up with you." Stop running!"

"No!"

"Oh my God." He complained and ran as fast as he could in the right space of the kitchen.

Just as you were about to turn the corner to leave your kitchen, Calum snatched you into his chest by your waist and you let out loud giggles when he began to tickle you. You were laughing so hard that you collapsed to the floor and sadly you brought Calum with you. The Maori boy showed you no mercy and he attacked your sides with his slender fingers, a large, childlike grin on his face as he watched you cry from laughter.

"Calum, s-stop! Please!"

"Say I'm the sexiest man on earth."

"No!"

"I won't stop then."

"C-Calum!" You shrieked."I'm gonna piss on myself!"

"Say it."

"Fuck!" You laughed, deciding to give in."Calum Hood is the sexiest man on earth!" You stuttered out and Calum let you up and carried you to the couch.

You were still laughing when he sat down and allowed you to straddle you waist, reaching up to wipe the tears that had ran down your cheeks.

"I hate you so much." You sighed while you finally stopped laughing, slapping his shoulder lightly.

"Nah, you love me."

"I don't."

"I know one thing, though." Calum began to place kisses onto your neck and you hummed in response."You owe me a favor."

"Do I really?"

"Mhmm."

You lifted Calum's head from your neck and placed your lips onto his. As always your lips molded together perfectly and were always in sync. Calum ran his lip across your bottom lip asking for entrance, and you gladly granted it. Your tongues swirled together and you let out a quiet moan as he began to massage your butt and press it down against his lower half. You took this as a cue to begin grinding on him and lightly bit his bottom lip. It wasn't long before your clothes were off and Calum was half dressed as well.

"You're wearing the set I bought you last week." Calum smiled as he noticed the black and red lace set he had purchased for you the week before. "You look so fucking hot."

"Only for you, daddy." You kissed his neck and began to suck on it.

You had come to the realization the week before that Calum's neck was sensitive, and not in the ticklish way either. Whenever your lips even just slightly grazed his neck he'd let out a quiet whimper or shift uncomfortably in his seat. So, whenever you sucked hickeys onto his neck he quickly became a moaning mess. Calum had his head tilted back and his eyes closed in pleasure and you marked up his skin with purple blotches. You had left about three or four hickeys along his neck before he finally had enough and flipped you onto your back.

"Do you mind if we skip the foreplay? I need to be inside of you." He groaned and unhooked your bra, taking the brown bud of your nipple into his mouth.

"Do what you want with me." You smirked.

Just as soon as Calum hooked his hands into the waistband of his boxers, someone was banging on your door. You tried to ignore it at first, but when the unknown person began to bang on the door harder than the first time you knew that you couldn't.

"Cal, wait." You tried to sit up but he lightly pushed you back down.

"Just ignore them." He tried to persuade you into leaving the person outside, but you knew you couldn't when they knocked again.

"Stop it."

"Oh my God." Calum complained and plopped onto the couch when you stood up.

You quickly tugged on his discarded shirt and made your way to the door. When you opened it, you were surprised to see a very pissed off Connor standing on the other side with a pillow and a blanket tucked underneath his arms.

"Connor?"

"I don't want to talk about it." He immediately mumbled out and stormed into your apartment. He paused in his tracks when he saw clothes scattered everywhere and a half naked Calum on your couch. "Am I interrupting? 'Cause I can go find a hotel for the night and-"

"No, no, it's just fine." You shook your head and Calum couldn't help but to glare at you. He was harder than life itself at the moment and now had to postpone getting off for God knows how long. "Calum you can go to my room, I'll be there in a bit."

"He's giving you that look, Y/N. Who am I to interrupt a dick appointment?"

"Connor, shut up. Calum, seriously, go."

Calum groaned and picked up both of your discarded clothing and walked down the hall into your room. You helped Connor get set up on the couch before sitting down next to him, waiting on him to inform you as to why he barged into your apartment angry.

"Well?"

"We got into a fight." He said simply, running his fingers through his messy blonde hair.

"About what?"

"Felix thinks I'm cheating on him."

Your eyes widened slightly at this and you stared at him with your mouth slightly agape. Everyone who knew the two lovers were nearly one hundred percent sure what they had was real and neither one of them would compromise that by cheating. It was also weird for Felix to even think that way since they were both usually so confident neither of them would cheat on the other.

"What the hell?"

"It's fucking insane,I know."

"Why does he-"

"Because I go out partying a lot and I'm always with a bunch of guys, but that doesn't give him the damn right to accuse me of cheating!" Connor's voice was suddenly raised."Just because I come home late smelling a little different or completely drunk off my ass doesn't mean I'm cheating, Y/N! It just means I'm out with a bunch of people having a good time."

"I can see why he would think that." You told him truthfully." You do get pretty wild when drunk."

"Y/N, I love that man with every fiber of my being. Do you really think I'd throw away four fucking years for someone else?!"

"No, but you have to understand why he feels that way, Connor." You spoke softly." How'd you feel if Felix left the house every night with a bunch of guys, got drunk as fuck, danced all on them all night, and came home smelling like them? He doesn't know what you do at those parties, C. All he knows is that you were drunk and around hot guys and there's no telling what happens."

"Why doesn't he trust me?" Connor's eyes flooded with tears and you sighed, letting the normally bubbly boy lay on your shoulder as your rubbed his back.

" I think it's more of him being scared to lose you, babe. Just talk about it more tomorrow when you're calm and can have a civilized conversation, aight?"

"Okay."

You kissed his forehead and stood up to go find Calum. You couldn't help but to laugh when Connor called out,"Go get some dick,Y/N, but keep it down."

"Goodnight, Connor." That boy was unbelievable.

You let out a loud sigh and took the headband off of your wrist to pineapple your hair as you made your way into you room, the soft sound of your feet padding on the wood floors echoing slightly. You couldn't help but to shake your head and allow a smile to show up on your face when you walked into your room to see Calum handling his boner himself.

"You really couldn't wait?"

"It started to hurt." He panted and shrugged his shoulders."Lock the door and come get in here with me."

"Whatever you say, Sir Calum."

"I think it's better than Stranger Things."

"What? No fucking way!" Michael protested and you shook your head in disagreement.

"Thirteen Reasons Why is definitely better than Stranger Things, Mike, you can't fight me on that one." You kept up your side of the argument as you dipped a strawberry into the cool whip. If there was one talent you've always had, it damn sure was arguing.

"Hell no."

"Hell yeah."

"Hell no."

"Hell yeah."

"Hell. No." Michael leaned across the table, giving you an evil eye and you did the same.

"Hell. Yeah." You smirked tauntingly.

"That's it. Calum, Y/N has to go home! She's no longer welcome here!" He shouted and you let out a loud laugh, following the blonde boy into the living room where Calum and his other two band mates were sat as well. Ashton was playing against Calum in what seemed to be a zombie game while Luke was on the phone looking annoyed, but you really couldn't tell due to the slight smile on his lips.

"Yeah, babe, I promise." Luke sighed, throwing his arm across his face."No, seriously. I won't forget this time. Okay, love you too, bye."

"Lukey's gotta girl, huh?" You teased and kicked him with your socked foot.

The tall blonde only rolled his eyes playfully, pretending that he didn't feel his cheeks heat up and turn a rosy pink."Yep."

"She bad as fuck, right? I mean she's gotta be if she's dating the Luke Hemmings."

"Gorgeous." He agreed with you.

"I wanna see." You took a seat beside and waited excitedly as he searched through his gallery. You nearly squealed when you saw the girl, slapping the boy on the chest and yelling," She's so fucking pretty!"

You had grown close to both Michael and Luke since you first met them a couple of weeks ago. Just like Calum and Ashton had described they were pretty chill dudes...or at least when they weren't fighting with each other. Speaking of fighting each other, that's exactly what they were doing now.

"Come on, Michael, cut it out." Luke groaned as the two wrestled on the floor.

"You're so pussy whipped." Michael chuckled.

"I'm not."

"If anything Calum is." Ashton laughed and Calum, who had been quiet this whole time, punched him in the shoulder." Just sayin'."

"Shut up, dude." Calum gave him an annoyed look.

"Ah, Calum's finally getting some?" Luke laughed and Michael eventually let him out of the choke hold.

"More than you'll know." Ashton side eyed you before turning his gaze back to his phone.

What was that about? You thought to yourself, not used to the cold stares coming from the usually happy go lucky guy. It then occurred to you that he had been sending you those looks all day.

"Ashton, seriously."

"No wonder he's been all smiley."

"This grumpy cat hasn't been this happy in a while."Michael smiled before reaching up to ruffle your curls and you let out a groan."You're good for him."

"Not good for the pockets, though." Ashton commented and your head snapped towards him along with Calum.

If you didn't understand what was with the cold shoulder a couple of minutes ago, you sure as hell do now.

"Oi, mate! Cut it out!"

"She's using you!"

"You don't know what you're talking about." Calum glared and Ashton let out an unamused chuckle.

"Yeah, because you've only been seeing this girl for what? A little over two months and you're already buying her thousands of dollars worth of stuff? Why does that seem okay to you?"

"Ashton-" Luke wanted to interrupt, but he kept talking.

"She's using you, Calum. I don't care how much you like her or how much you think she likes you, but trading sex for materials isn't healthy." He directed that last part towards you before turning to Calum once again and saying," Especially not for you."

Ashton then stood from the couch and stormed up the stairs and into his room, then made sure to slam the door behind him. You sat there with your eyes focused on the beige carpet and your plump bottom lip tucked harshly between your teeth. It was awkwardly quiet and you weren't sure if the two blondes were judging you or actually felt sorry for you. Either way was bad in your opinion. You slowly stood from your position on the floor and tugged on your shorts since they rode up your thighs a bit. You suddenly felt dirty. As if being in the predicament you were in made you dirty, both figuratively and physically.

"Y/N-"

"No, it's okay." You shook your head as you began to remove his sweatshirt from your body."He's right anyway, so...I guess we can call it quits?"

You were thankful you had left your Fenti Puma slides near the door as you slipped them on and retrieved your keys and phone from the coffee table. Luke had made eye contact with you and awkwardly looked away while as Michael's gaze held more disappointment. Calum followed you as you rushed out of the apartment, practically jogging to your car.

"No! Fuck what he says, this is fun. We're good."

"No this is not good."

"Y/N-"

"All three of your friends now think that I'm some broke hoe who has to sleep with someone to get nice shit."

"They don't think that."

"Oh, forreal? Are you gonna lie to yourself?"

"Princess, please." He sighed." I'll talk to them about it, they just don't understand."

"Don't bother." You shook your head." Just...forget about it, okay? "

"Promise I'll see you later? At least get a text?"

You ignored the boy and climbed into your car to start it. You rolled down your window to mumble out," I might see you around."

Then you pulled out of the lot, leaving Calum standing there alone.

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smolsassysinnamonroll-blog · 7 years

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For the dating thing: Josh Washington or Akmunrah (is that how you spell his name?)

i love josh but 100% ahkmenrah, he is the reason i fell in love with rami. So i have been obsessed with ancient Egypt for as long as i can remember and its actually what im hoping to specialize in at school but for now it’s archaeology then hopeful graduate egyptology program anyways lol sorry little bit about me but anyways its just something that i have a deep love for as i know many people do. But sweet jesus, when i first watched night at the museum i wish it would have been now so i could fully appreciate the fuck outta ahkmenrah and rami like god damn. Like i would social media that shit to launch ahkmenrah into a bigger part in the third movie (because we all know he fucking deserves it) and then there would be so much more fanfiction about ahkmenrah like who the fuck wouldn’t want to get fucked by a hot god like beautiful Egyptian Pharoah, honestly that sounds kinky and hot af. Like i remember when i was little like maybe 4 or 5 wait actually lemme do the calculations… nevermind 8 or 9 and my school did a movie day and when the scene where ahkmenrah first came in and started off as a mummy then unwrapping his dirty linen all i could think to my tiny child brain “oh god only knows what decay and horrors lie under those wraps. And then he revealed his face and i swear to god everyone’s developing, hormonal, tiny ovaries fucking exploded. It was like a fucking tsunami of screams flooded the gym from both the beauty of ahkmenrah (rami) and the burning pain and getting ovaries exploded at such a young age. But anyways that was that didn’t think too much of it because i was more fascinated in the culture and artifacts in the movie or should i just say in the simple way, they mentioned EGypt and if anyone mentions Egypt, my head would do a fucking 360 spin slamming myself into the wall and giving me whiplash but i never really rewatched the movie again. BUT HOLY JESUS, fast forward some time later and noting is on tv but night at the museum and the second one was on and i had always kind of ignorged night at the museum and i shit you not it was because i read a fucking tumblr post with a really witty punchline about how ben stiller made shitty movies so i was a little suspicious but watched it anyway and man i was actually laughing really hard at some scenes like there is some good lovin comedy, AND HEY TUMBLR WHAT THE FUCK you told me Ben stiller made shitty movies and it made me ignore night at the museums igsistence. and hey, “dodgeball” is a classic like if you can dog a wrench you can dodge a ball, good quality shit. I couldve hopped on this rami-wagon in my prime younger years, when i was actually super into writing. I mean i love creating imagines but im so tired and pissed off all the time now because of reality and sometimes forget to put the word “the”. Anyways watched the second movie, first movie was on again later so i was like i needa watch this bitch. But then i made pasta half way through and forgot to pause it so i kind of missed Ahk’s big reveal and then i remeber just seeing him and Nick pop out of his tomb room and Larry talking to the big Jackals. AND I DIDNT THINK ANYTHING OF IT ONCE AGAIN WHICH IS STUPID BECAUSE I THINK A FEW MONTHS LATER I START GETTING REALLY BACK INTO ANCIENT EGYPT AND I START REMEMBERING HIM AS A PHAROAH. AND LIKE WHEN HE TOOK OFF HIS WRAPS FROM THE WHOLE FIRST TIME I SAW IT AT SCHOOL. and then i remmeber seeing this one post about rami and ahkmenrah where someone was like “ why is a white guy playing a egyptian pharoah” and then someone comments “are you kidding me? thats rami malek, he is egyptian!!!” AND I JUST THOUGHT FREAKIN BRAVO! LIKE WELL DONE GOLD STAR FOR YOU!” so anyways checked imbd or imdb i always forget what fucking goes first the b or the d but nevermind so it was ramis name under ahkmenrah and first thing i did was look up ahkmenrah on tumblr then i found imagines for ahkmenrah and i just fell in love with him and egypt all over again. Which is sort of amazing because as i kid i saw it was interested more in egypt itself rather than the hot pharoah and then from then to when i watched night at the museum again finally after a few years of finding new interests and not keeping up as much with egypt i fall in love with it all over again because a movie i watched in my happier more simple times of being a kid and dreaming of going to egypt and just digging, possibly finding a mummy or even just a small pot used for water or oils, a movie that is meant for the hopes and dreams of kids who aren’t always considered the smartest because theyre job may involve the past rather than the future or may seem boring or not as smart as a doctor (not bashing doctors still amazing what you guys do every job as equal amazement if you look close enough and really think) but a movie that was made to inspire kids to learn helped me fall back in love with egypt and also go to school for, for a career goal. It also is amazing it happened through the love of a character which proves just how importnat art and history can be. and then here we are still a little hopeful and stil in love with ahkmenrah and then ironically i started getting into rami when mr robots first season was 3 quarters into the seaon and just fell in love with elliot and rami and just ugh everyone of his characters hopped on the rami-wagon it a pretty lit time.and all i could think was here we go again, another fandom another person i can hopefully meet and just tell them how much their character meant to me, to show how much acting can mean to some people who are given their wildest dreams through live action. I mean that is one of my wildest dreams would be to have a museum come to life. LIke personally for me it would just be like my life made, i would ever be bored, frekin stuff coming to life. Possilby a hot pharoah who will tell you what actually happened back then and just be all pharoahy and stuff and arguhfdio, anyways sorry to make it a long story but its just something that has alaways meant a lot to me, and im also kind of baked right now so i have the confidence to say it,/ type it, anyways point is i do love josh and all of ramis other characters but Ahkmenrah will always hold a special place in my heart

#ahkmenrah #ahkmenrah imagine #natm #rami malek #josh washington

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celestialallstars · 5 years

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Episode 11: “The odds are against me but I’m gonna make it....” - Loris

FUCK YOU MATT. FUCK YOU JACK. FUCK YOU STEPHEN. FUCK THIS CAST. YALL LYING ASS HOES SUCK MY FUCKING NIPPLES

Right now, I've got a mixture of feelings. On one end, I guess the tribal showed were some people's loyalties lie, but on the other I couldn't help but feel like it was a bit much. Like everybody in this game has literally lied and like I don't know, I understood Jack and Matt's frustration but it was a big yikes to see it get so tense and everyone get worked up. Like had my laptop not shut off, I would have likely snapped tonight and I think I'm seeing the good and the bad of things right now and it's just...a mess. Not to mention the 8 man alliance couldn't get it together until the 11th hour.

Fuck. Fucking fuck. Matt is finally gone, and this time we pulled it all off to keep him until Jared fucking pulled out an idol. How did he even know it was gonna be Chloe anyways? Man. I can't help but wonder if he wouldn't have played it had Matt and I shut our mouths but I think he would've anyways. I couldn't help myself, I couldn't let him lie again in public about that I had to expose him. Now he's got no idol, he's got few allies (I think), he's totally vulnerable and I pray to god we get him in the next 2 rounds.

It just occurred to me that I had a part in the chaos tonight. Stephen was already worried about the vote, but if I don't talk to Jack/Mitch then none of the last minute plan to vote Chloe happens I feel or gains as much momentum, then half the craziness that happened tonight at tribal does not happen at all....I saved Steph but at the cost of seemingly having Jared cost his game.

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I'm really drained at the moment between the school stuff and this game and now Jared claims my name was around for this round, or at least it was Bryce's plan. It did not phase me because I already wanted to go against Bryce/Zach but now it at least gives me another reason. AS of all of the craziness, my gut told me to try and stick it out with Michael/Chloe. I believe that between Rhys/Bryce/Zach's sketchiness, Jack just being himself, and Loris, I'd rather just try things out with the others. At this point, I'm kind of over a lot of the BS that people keep trying to sell. Having that said, I firmly believe that things need to get outted tomorrow unless we attempt a full on blindside.

I keep checking my messages as though someone wants to talk to me. Spoiler alert: they don’t.

Sooooo YESTERDAY WAS A DAY!

It started off so simple, Matt seemed to be the target for the majority alliance and Michael/Chloe didn't seem very interested in keeping him around. So I came up with a scheme that I think may have tied into someone else's scheme. But I didn't know it at the time. ANYWAYYYYY...

Matt's going home, but I don't want to vote him. Why? Because I wanna strengthen my relationship with Jack, so I approach both of them to talk about things and figure out who they're voting for. Matt was very antagonistic and I figured out this is because he heard I was saying his name, which was true! I get them to say a name they'd rather have taken out, and it's Chloe. Sure. Me and Chloe barely talk tbh. So I essentially go around getting pissy about wanting to vote Chloe instead of Matt to my alliance because I need to sell it anddddddd........

They... Want to vote her out? SKDJSKDKSKSKSKSKAKSK

Ummmm this wasn't the plan! Everyone except Loris and Jared want to do it. Okay. Whatever. I'm too deep in now to flip back, sorry Chloe!

THEN JARED PLAYS THE IDOL SKSKDKDMSKSKSKSKSSM

Ok but why didn't you use that idol to save Mitch hm?

Sketchy bitch.

Soooo I hear afterwards that Zach and Bryce had a chat with Jack and Matt and apparently they might have wanted to vote Chloe anyway????? But then why let the vote be Matt for the entire day? When we all would've voted Chloe if they just said her name originally? And now Jared also has a chat with Chloe and Michael? Worst allies ever.

Idk Zach and Bryce are sketchy and I've known that since the Mitch vote. Maybe they should watch their backs in the near future ......

First off I was SO happy for Loris! It would have been nice to immunity, but I know with all of the distracting things I had for the day that I did good with the few hours I had. This makes me wonder if it will continue a trend I see in a lot of orgs where I begin to place in the top 4 a lot in the late game. Only time shall tell. Going into this tribal, I for once feel great. Making a new alliance with Loris/Michael/Chloe/Jared all the while keeping Stephen in the loop. I'll still smile and wave in the 13th, three kings, literally any other chat but as far as I'm concerned, I'm ridding my hands of that. Hope its not too early to feel good (it is)

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So I did some thinking and for a bit I had a feeling me or Bryce would get 10th. This was just because Karth came in 20th and Kori in 15th, which had to mean one of us would come in 10th and the other in 5th. Time to see how accurate this prophecy is

Day 25......... gross. So disregarding the challenge because yikes the whole game seems to be flipped on and the best part is that I don’t put myself forward as a target and Jared and Chloe are seen as this tight duo so I expect them to be targeted over myself. However chris and loris both expressed disappointment in how the game has been progressing and Bryce and zach both came to me to strategise so hopefully I’m in some sort of power position in the game however chris has pulled this before where he’s so sad he didn’t get his way and so disappointed and nothing has changed so right now my focus is on how to get myself forward in the game with hopefully more to come and Bryce will hopefully be eliminated this round.

Soooooo I had to abstain from the challenge for work but that's okay. I don't think I'm the target anyway.

The biggest news is that Jared has added onto his old group of Chloe and Michael to create a new majority. One that is planning to overthrow the old one in the near future. Based on what Chris has told me, the additions are himself and Loris.

The issue is, based on what Jared has told me, that Loris wants to wait one more round before locking things down. I see why he'd want to do this. Jack could easily slip through the cracks of the impending majority vs. majority war and that puts him within reach of an easy win at FTC in my opinion.

Jack might actually go home unanimously if things keep up like this. It'd be sad, because I just really started putting work into my relationship with him recently, but it really doesn't seem worth it when, even if I save him, I'll likely be targeting him within 2 or 3 rounds anyway. Cyrena? More like, sayonara.

Of course, if last vote is any indication, this can all change in a couple of minutes! So who the fuck knows. There's still 3 hours until tribal and if I can convince the 5 in power to pull their move now I wouldn't mind it at all.

hi!! ok so like... I won immunity??? and it was a creative challenge???? I’m so shocked and proud of myself I rlly tried to snap and things went wrong but I still SNAPPED!!! and now I made single digits oh my god!!! like... 9th or above I’m so happy with but of course I’m gonna win anyways. so. I suggested an alliance with me chloe Chris michael Jared to Chris and Jared and now it’s a real thing and like.. we just need to get people to vote jack for themselves and then we can run the game perry add. That could be a serve. I genuinely feel like I’m in a rather good spot this game I don’t think anyone should want to vote me out except stephen maybe?? jack is hard to read because I’m not sure he talks To that many people ... idk... also oh my god so I just need to survive 3 more tribals and then I can play my legacy.... and like I’ll be so proud of myself if I get to do that. both seasons I find the legacy in round one(?) and I manage to hold onto it until the final six both times ?? like.. the odds are against me but Im gonna make it....

girl idk. i feel in danger because of lack of talk. everyone wants jack out. id prefer chloe. the only votes we can get are bryce, rhys, jack and myself. loris is dumb. HE WONT idk. jareds legit playin super well and good for him but ppl needa wake up and start knockin off his +1’s so hes easier to take out in the future. but who cares. these people are gonna end up lettin like jared or chris win .. and good. i suppose they deserve it.

im just super tired. partly due to this game but partly because of irl factors... so i just cant go chaotic. its so fun but soooo draining, and its hard when everyone leaks things and jared wants to be dumb and idol. it wasnt dumb. im petty. its real dumb.

im just trying to get ppl on my side but it seems so hard NNNN so . we’ll see

My names going round again 🤠

Ever since I played the idol on Chloe (which was indeed an in the moment decision), I feel a lot better about my spot in the game.

I revealed basically everything to Chris. There was very little that I left out. I told him about the F2 with Bryce, and my motivations behind every decision so far.

Sometimes overbearing trust comes out of overbearing promises. I still need someone to have my back no matter what, so being open with Chris was necessary. I still will try my best to keep Bryce in the game. I need them to war with each other because it will be a long term buffer for me. In terms of F3 plans, I'm not sure. I have options between Chris, Rhys, Chloe, Michael, Stephen, and Loris. I wouldn't mind staying true and taking Bryce as far as I can, but eventually his number will be up and I think that will be better for my chances to win anyways.

Today I finally pulled the trigger and Chris and I put together this 5some of him, Chloe, Michael, Loris, and myself called "starpower."

I will have to be cheeky with Chris to stay in a better spot than him, because he doesn't have strict promises with Bryce as far as I know.

Tonight Jack will go home which was Loris' call. I think it's fine because either way next round Stephen will want a big target out and he needs me to make it happen. I want that target to be on Zach, because I think Zach is the current frontrunner to win, and I think voting him will suit Stephen.

With that being said, it will take a smooth game from hear on out to not be a total goat. I'll try my best.

Feeling very strange about this vote. It's another sort of last minute vote, we've all kind of agreed to do a hard reset and vote Chloe again, but now that I've seen one idol play I can't help but feel like there's another coming, and this time it'd directed towards me potentially. I think I'm gonna propose possibly splitting votes just to cover our bases, because I do feel like Jared and Chloe are now gonna want to target me for no reason other than it's convenient.

If someone idols Jack tonight I’m gonna scream 🤡

So, I wanted Chloe gone this round, because I'm scared she will just float through this game and take a spot at the end. Which is exactly what is happening this vote. People want Jack instead so here we go. Haven't been too active so couldn't have gotten the numbers. Sad times.

Hi so the vote seems to be on jack which is a little bit anti climatic because everyone was like let’s make a move and then boom jack goes like I thot we were going after bryce zach or rhys but I guess not? Anyway I hope im not being played by bitches right now and people stick to their words. Or at least vote jared/Chloe out

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The thing that makes me most nervous going into tribal is that it makes strategic sense for Stephen not to vote with us and instead vote out Jared who’s a far bigger threat than Jack but hopefully the fear of a tie will mean that he makes it 6 and I hope he realises that I’m ok with going against Jared sksksksksk.

THIS game is so sad liek nothing i want happens ppl are just not wanting to do what i want and thats so unlike my first season KJFHDASKJ i just want total control and someone to run the game with but jared is so annoying and is trying to work with the ppl who will vote him out bc hes such a big threat like girl pls just let me have my way and i wont cut u at 4th! im still fuming over the idol play like who does he think he is playing it without letting me know thats all i ask i literally feel pathetic trying to work with him when he clearly has chris/loris/chloe interests ahead of me

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Jack is voted out 8-1-1. He becomes the third member of our jury.

Watch Jack’s exit interview take place below:

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