Janthony ONESHOTS! (SLOW UPDATES, PROMISE)

wanting, needing, getting.

mommy is using the prompt 'I need you' so yeAH BOO
Ps Jasmine is a rICH girl and Anthony is a bROKE boi
the story starts after Anthony and Jasmine go out for a couple of drinks and Jasmine basically just tries to go into her own apartment after saying goodbye but Anthony stops her and that's where the story starts
its kinda unrequited love lol oof but they will, of course, end up together so YEET BYE
pps also have some smut??? I can't stop writing it at the moment soooo yeah lol sorry guys if you don't want smut or daddy kiNKS don't read the ending and just assume that they're together ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ bye shishtarssssssssssssssssss

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"I need you." Anthony suddenly whispered, grabbing Jasmine's arm. "Please."

Jasmine looked at Anthony's hand then at his face. "I don't know if you mean sexually or emotionally...but either way, I'm sorry but I can't accept your feelings. You're one of my best friends...but I don't feel that way about you."

"But why not?" He asked softly, sniffing. "What is so bad about me?! Is it because I'm from Bushwick and bad kids come from there?! I-I'm not like them! I'm a good guy, I promise!"

"Shh..." Jasmine put a hand on his cheek. "Of course it has nothing to do with that- I don't care that you're from Bushwick. And I enjoyed tonight...but I just thought it was a hangout between friends, not a date!"

"But..." Anthony looked down. "I've been in love with you for so long...and I need you to be my girlfriend."

"Anthony, no..." Jasmine sighed. "That's sweet...but I can't love you."

"I don't get it- WHY not?! There has to be a reason!"

"No...I just..." Jasmine sighed. "I can't love you because I just don't love you...yes, you are a very attractive man, and I always enjoy your company, but love is...out of the question." She went to open the door to her apartment but Anthony wouldn't let go of her arm.

"It's because I'm from Bushwick, isn't it? You're scared of what Mummy and Daddy will say if you date a street rat. Well, fine. I don't care. I don't want to be your friend, or your boyfriend, or anything, because I am done with your prim and proper ways, Jasmine Cephas-Jones!" He let go of her hand and stormed off.

Jasmine watched him go, her heart sinking. "It's not because of that," She whispered, tears filling in her eyes. "It's not...because of that."

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~LATER~

PrincessJasmine: Hey, Anthony, I'm really sorry about earlier. It isn't because you're from Bushwick at all. Although I've never been to Bushwick, I'm sure it's a lovely place. I just can't date you because I don't think we're right for each other. You're a good person, and I'm not. You're sweeter than sugar, and I'm not. You're incredibly selfless and loyal, and I'm not. Do you see why I think that now?! You're just too good for me. It has nothing to do with where you come from, because at the end of the day, we're all only human. I'm really sorry still. Please respond as soon as you read this x.

Texting such a large and heavy message made Jasmine's fingers hurt, but she didn't care. About half an hour later, there was finally a reply. Jasmine grabbed her phone and went onto WhatsApp and checked to see what he'd put.

🐜AntMan🐜: that's nice. but I don't care, Jasmine. I really am done with you. You think you're it, with your fancy clothes and your well-respected parents, but the reality is EVERYONE HATES YOU. No one cares what stuff you have, or where you live, or how many of the Spice Girls you're best friends with. Everyone despises you for what you are, and what you stand for. Everyone pretends to like you because they feel bad for you. Because everyone knows that the more expensive shit you buy, the more lonely you are. So you must be the loneliest woman on the planet, sat on your golden throne. You pretend that people care, but deep down, you and everyone else under the sun knows you're just a sad, pathetic, lonely little excuse for a girl that anyone's ever seen. Lose my number, please.