Chapter 9

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A/N
Okay so I read through this and realized that I said that they went to Ranboos place and then to tommy's and now everything's fucked- we're just gonna say they ended up at tommy's somehow because it's my fanfic and i can do what i want

Ranboo POV:
Tommy didn't seem to mind the movies I picked out, since they were a lot less scary. They were older horror movies, so obviously the effects weren't as good as movies now, but they were still fun to watch. I enjoyed them a lot. I've always just liked horror in general, I suppose. Tom's the complete opposite, though. He jumped and nearly spilled our popcorn five times. But he never complained about my movie choices, even if he still jolted occasionally. It was cute, really, how Tommy just watched whatever to make me happy. He obviously hated my movie choices, but he tried to mask that. Everything about him was cute. My thoughts, that were all about Tommy, were ripped away from me by a buzzing in my pocket. I pulled out my phone, and of course it was work. Standing up and walking to the kitchen, I took the call. They needed me to come in tonight because someone was sick! Bullshit, if you ask me. But didn't Tom have to work tonight too? We could go together, since this shift started at 12. That was the same time Tommy started, wasn't it? I think it is. Maybe we can go together. Well, we're obviously going to. I just have to pick up my bartending uniform before we go, but I won't have to worry about it for another few hours. It's sort of nice, but it's really not that we have to go in so late. I suppose it is a club, after all. And we get paid well for just a few hours. It was just a weird situation in general. I like the job, but I also don't. The owners are the worst, honestly. I just ignored my thoughts about the terrible not-so-terrible job and walked back to the couch, sitting next to Tommy.

"Hey, bun. I have to work tonight too, so I can drive you if you want." I offered to Tommy, and he just smiled and gave me a little nod. He changed it to a musical while I was taking the call, and he was wrapped up in it. I could've pretended to be upset, but I decided it was better off to just leave it.

(Little timeskip to when they're working just because i can-)

Tommy POV:
Ran and I just arrived at work, and we headed inside. Just five minutes early, because Ranboo insisted on leaving at 11:30. And then he got a little lost, so we barely got there in time. I'm never letting him drive me to work again. How does he even keep his job? After all, with that terrible driving he's gotta be late a shit ton. I'm dancing tonight, like basically every other night. It's usually me and someone else, and of course that someone else had to be Tubbo. He's probably pissed at me for the whole.. stealing his boyfriend situation. But I didn't fucking know! How was I supposed to know Ranboo was cheating on him? I'm just too damn irresistible.

"Tommyyyy! We're dancing together, you pretty little thing." I heard a voice from behind me, and that made me turn around immediately. What the hell? Did Tubbo, as in the person who should hate me, just call me a 'pretty little thing?' His words were slurred, in a way that I knew. He was definitely drunk, probably had been for a few hours. How drunk did he have to get to call me pretty?

"You're fucking drunk, Tubbo. Piss off, will you?" It was the best I could come up with, so it's what I said. He looked sad for a moment, then a devilish sort of smirk creeped onto his face. What the hell was he planning to do? I got my answer when he got close, grabbed my chin, and fucking kissed. Fully forced me to kiss him. It was sloppy and uncomfortable. At least for me it was. Tubbo definitely enjoyed it. He enjoyed manhandling me, forcing me to do things. What kind of sick fuck was he? I couldn't do anything, either. Frozen in place, paralyzed.

"You're gonna be reallll fun to fuck, Toms. Even if you don't like it. It's not up to youuu! Maybe you should've thought of that before you stole my boyfriend. You dirty whore." Tubbo spoke, and pulled me to the bathroom. No, no, nonononono. This isn't happening. Just pretend it's Ranboo, pretend he's being gentle. Pretend it isn't some drunk, messed up person who just wants to fuck you, Tommy.

TW:Brief description of rape

Tubbo made quick work of my 'outfit', groping my body in all the places that should've given me pleasure, if it was someone who actually cared about how I felt. Someone like Ranboo, maybe. Right, if I just think about him it'll all be over soon. And I can forget about it. Tubbo didn't bother with prepping me, because I felt a sharp pain shoot through me, and it stayed. Like a sharp pain, a knife stabbing into me repeatedly. In time with Tubbo's thrusts. It was all sick, it was all fucked. I just wanted it to stop! I wanted to be in Ranboo's arms, safe and sound. This isn't happening. Tubbo isn't this fucked up. It's just a nightmare, right? Tubbo isn't raping me. He's not, he's not! The sharp pain didn't disappear, didn't even dull for the few minutes that Tubbo was roughly fucking into me.

"So, so pretty bunny. I bet you want my cum in you, huh? You're such a filthy little whore. No wonder you're a fucking stripper, showing off your ass for anyone who's willing to pay five fucking dollars!" Tubbo's words were laced with a certain acid, though his tone was gentle at the beginning. He came in me after a few minutes, and I hated it. Absolutely fucking hated it. The worst part, though, is when Tubbo pulled out his phone, took pictures of me, and sent them to someone I could only assume was Ranboo. He slapped my ass once, then got his outfit back on, and walked out of the bathroom completely fine, like nothing happened. Meanwhile I was stuck there. Scared. Terrified, actually. What the hell just happened? I was just fucking raped!

A/N
I know it's a little bit of a darker chapter, but someone in the comments sort of gave me the idea, so thanks. anyway, hope you enjoyed it ig

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