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Welcome to the home of the world's worst ships!
Hello there, I'm Jack Goodwin and this absolute affront to the natural order that I call a blog is where I take a break from the insane content I normally make where you only have one job... to have fun.
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Here's a post where I explain the point of the blog. I highly suggest you read it twice or more to make sure you understand.
Be warned: If you neglect this post and run your mouth in my comments, chances are I'll make fun of you in my videos and streams. Now then, down to business.
Are there two characters that absolutely should not be anywhere near each other, to the point where one should be getting a restraining order? Are there pairings in fiction that you couldn't be paid a quadrillion rubles to come up with on your own? Are you sick of all these picket-fence, vanilla pudding, ERENxMIKASA snoozefests that plague the internet? If so, you've come to the right place. Get your kissy-kissy lips on, find a slightly uncomfortable chair and LETS GET SHIPPING!!!
I have only FOUR RULES HERE:
You can say whatever you want here, so long as;
1. Its not discriminatory
Any sort of phobia/ism here is not welcome. This blog is for everyone, regardless of ethnicity, orientation or gender identity.
2. Its a joke,
and clearly a joke. We poke fun at each other here. Lets keep it fun.
3. Its true.
I have the power of google, and any misinformation will be swiftly corrected. When you are corrected, either accept it or be blocked. Misinformation and straight up lies are not welcome here.
4: You speak with the understanding that these characters aren't real people, nor do they represent them
These are cartoons. Works of fiction. They're not real. Please keep any deep-seated obsession with character's ethnicity, sexuality, age, background etc to yourself. Acting holier-than-thou and making that the subject of your personal issue with my posts doesn't make you a hero, nor is that the groundbreaking opinion you think it is, it just makes the jokes awkward and uncomfortable for many people here.
Aaaaanyways, now we've got that out of the way (and yes, I will add more rules as the need arises, don't test me)
I'll mostly be using the absolute maelstrom of doodoo I call a brain to come up with ideas, but if you'd like to submit some ideas of your own, feel free. Send it to my ASK box. Nothing illegal, past a certain point, please.
Oh, and the ask criteria/format is in the linked post below. (Anonymous asks are and will always be turned off, cuz I know that this site is full of pussies who can't talk shit on main)
JUST IN CASE YOU DIDN'T READ THAT POST, AS I KNOW MOST OF YOU WON'T: If you do not follow that exact format, I WILL DELETE YOUR ASKS ON SIGHT.
I REPEAT: I will not even CONSIDER posting them.
FUN FACT: After having this blog for multiple months with anonymous asks turned off, I haven't gotten a single hate message (other than that one kid who got made a fool out of). This is why they're off, in case you wondered.
Its also worth mentioning, some of you are new to the concept of comedy, so I'll write it nice and big for you (if you know what a crackship/joke is, then skip this paragraph): THIS IS A JOKE BLOG. A GIMMICK BLOG. A COMEDY BLOG. I DO NOT CARE EVEN SLIGHTLY ABOUT SHIPPING AS A CONCEPT MUCH LESS DO I EVEN KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT 9/10 OF THE CHARACTERS YOU'LL SEE HERE, SO IM JUST MAKING J O K E S. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED, THEN YOU HAVE KNOWINGLY CHOSEN TO BE OFFENDED WHICH IS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT. THANK YOU :)
I REPEAT this is a CRACKSHIP BLOG, so if you're deeply hurt by any of my polls, just know that nothing here reflects me as a person because none of what I post is serious. If anything you see after reading that causes you any emotional distress, it IS NOT my fault. Its funny, but its not my fault.
#shipping#crackship#crossover#gimmick account#gimmick blog#rarepair#rare ship#crack ship#pinned post#pinned intro#read pinned#intro#intro post#introduction post#pinned info
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can i request 7 + 8 + 6 frm prompt 2 fluff/ other (6) list or 120+74+34+42 from prompt 1 please if thats okay please
Apocalypse
Iâll post your other request in a separate story :) Btw - all the titles for my fics are songs I got inspired by while writing them
Apocalypse - Cigarettes after Sex
6. âI donât care what they think, to me, you are perfect.â 7. âYouâre not going to lose me.â 8.âHear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.â
Social Media was many things. A platform for people to connect and spread happiness or to update friends and family on your life. But sadly it was also a place where lots of hatred was spread.
You and Alessia have been together for 2 years but only decided to come out to the public a few weeks ago. There were many positive messages and a lot of ship names thrown your way but there was also a certain amount of people who decided being spiteful was their way to go. Especially to the Italian.
You didnât care about the comments since you didnât use social media that much but if you came across one you didnât hold back since you saw what kind of an effect it had on Alessia.
It was one of those lazy Sundays, laying on the sofa, binge-watching some episodes of friends while your girlfriend was sound asleep on top of you. You mindlessly ran your fingers through her silky hair while an occasional sigh was coming from the blonde.
The silence was interrupted by your phone ringing. On the screen you could see it was no other than tooney.
âwhatâs going on tooneyâ
You stated rather quietly not to wake your girl up.
âWhy is less not picking upâ
She asked abruptly.
âSheâs asleep but Thank you for asking tooney, Iâm fine as wellâ
You chuckled but quickly stopped when you heard the serious tone of her voice.
âY/n have you been on Twitter recentlyâ
âwhat no.. why?â
You started panicking slightly.
âRemember Alex?-
âAlessias ex?â
You interrupted her.
âYeah, they released some old pictures of when they were together an-
âWhat the hell?!â
You screamed into the phone, startling the Italian on top of you.
âIâm sorry babyâ
You squeezed her thigh as she sat up. Poor thing had no clue what was going on.
âWhy are you shouting and whoâs on the phone?â
She mumbled as she rubbed her eyes trying to get rid of the tiredness.
You pulled the blonde closer before putting tooney on speaker, knowing what was about to happen. Alessias Ex was a tough subject for you and for alessia. Mainly because they were trying to profit out of your girlfriends name.
Everyone wants to know why the relationship ended- how it began- how fame was changing their relationship- Questions that should never be discussed by the public or random journalists.
Once tooney explained what was going on, you and alessia took a look at Twitter to find the most spiteful and nasty comments youâve probably experienced until now.
They started calling the Italian a cheater, since her ex didnât state when those pictures were taken.
âY/n shouldâve never gotten with herâ
âNot Russo cheating on the Football Godâ
âY/N can do so much betterâ
You could hear alessias breathing picking up.
âLess?â
Her frown started getting bigger and the tears started rolling down her cheek. You immediately pulled her closer to you, wrapping the blonde up in a big hug.
You were furious at the people calling the most wonderful, loyal and kind hearted girl youâve ever known those malicious things.
The crying didnât stop, less was full on sobbing into your chest trying to form sentences.
âBaby I need you to breatheâ
You whispered softly into her ear trying to calm her down while still holding her as close as possible. She only shook her head.
âLess.. câmon my loveâ
âHear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.â
This eventually guided her into slowing her breathing down and stop sobbing. The tears were still flowing though.
âI swear I didnât chea-
She tried to say but was interrupted by you immediately.
âhey I kno-â
"I don't want to loose you"
She whispered while her breathing started picking up again.
"âYouâre not going to lose me.â
You said while cradling her face in your hand trying to rub all of the tears away with your thumbs.
"Less listen to me, you're the most important person in my life and no one is going to ruin that, not those haters and especially not Alex"
"But everyone thinks-
"âI donât care what they think, to me, you are perfect."
She didn't say anything but the tears slowly stopped and the frown was still prominent on her face. She looked down at the promise ring you gave her for your one year anniversary and started fidgeting with it.
"Come here"
You whispered, pulling her onto your lap.
"You, Alessia Mia Teresa Russo, probably have the biggest heart on this entire planet and for people to take advantage of that is not right. Those people saying mean stuff have no idea what's really going on and they try to make up fucking stories only to spread misinformation. But that's what it is, they're just random people who would never dare to say something to your face, and if they did I would have a talk with them."
A little smile appeared on her face after you finished your last sentence and repeatedly left kisses on her cheeks.
"I love you so much Y/n"
She turned around to face you and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.
"I love you mi vida"
Your heart broke at her tear stained face but you were glad that she was feeling a little bit better.
"How about ordering something from your favourite sushi place and watching Dirty dancing?"
Her blue eyes lit up by the mention of her favourite food and she gave you a proper smile which you immediately returned.
"I thought you hated dirty dancing?"
She raised her eyebrow at you while pulling you closer by your necklace, which only made your need to kiss her grow larger.
"Yeah but I love you, so I have to deal with it"
You chuckled and pressed your lips on hers, instantly relaxing into the comforting taste of her strawberry flavoured chapstick.
#alessia russo#alessia russo x reader#woso fanfics#woso soccer#woso masterlist#fanfic#lionesses#engwnt#woso community#lgbtq#alessia russo imagine#womens football
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Iâm new to this fandom and was hoping you could provide some insight. How come people seem to really dislike Rob ? What are your thoughts on him?
We need a welcome packet to the Fandom at this point, honestly.
I'm not gonna go through the exhaustive list of things you could call Rob McElhenney out for, but I will give you some insight on the fandom relationship with Rob.
Rob was always the more "humble" of RCG, having actually come from Philly, growing up in the lower class, no college education, basically completely scraping by to become an actor and create Sunny.. well, you know that story. Up until very recently, Rob has always seemed to hold to his values in the core idea of Sunny, that creatives should have control of their work, that the best stuff comes from the people who have the ideas and create it.
Since meeting and going into business with Ryan Reynolds, he's kind of done a complete 180 in that regard. Buying into NFTs and Crypto, believing A.I. has a place in writing for television and we should be using it.. (you can look into his company Adim for more on that) and straight-up admitting he wants to be in the "Ownership business," and is moving away from the creative side of his endeavors. Every other thing out of Rob's mouth nowadays is to build this new image of "Ryan Reynolds magnitude": that he's a businessman, that he should be seen as Hollywood elite, that he wants to be worth billions...as opposed to, you know, a guy that has cool ideas and makes really cool things...
So the Fandom watched Rob go from a humble, "doing it for the love of it" guy to "owning as much as possible and exploiting new technology to get there" business man, and that's rough, and gross, and sucks (and backseats Sunny.. a lot). On top of that there's the history Rob has, especially with Sunny, satirising/commentating on certain subjects poorly and doubling down on having done it, and him having the political views of what I'd call an "Obama Democrat," (take a walk through his older Instagram posts and off-handed remarks on TASP)... It's enough to kind of pick your poison or pile on and actively dislike/hate Rob as a person.
My personal thoughts are.. complicated. I don't "stan" Rob (or any real person for that matter), I love the show, and I will continue to see and value what Rob has to say about it because it's his show. He's the creator of my favourite thing in the entire world, and he still does put a lot into that thing, and you can't shake that Sunny is not Sunny in any way shape or form without him. On top of that, I have met him and I can't understate how genuine he was to meet and talk to, and how kind he was to me holds a lot of weight in my opinion of him (unfortunately? lol?). So I can't say I dislike him, but I can say I continue to be disappointed by his recent endeavours, and I hope he snaps out of it (though I don't think he will).
I don't blame people who dislike him or even hate him, I don't think there's any expectation for a fan of Sunny to like RCG (whether they never talk about them or openly talk shit about them), and I don't think there's a reason for fans to argue over liking/disliking them as people. They're all white, cishet (presenting) middle-aged guys in Hollywood who live in million dollar houses, there's no brownie points for defending them and there's no morality awards being handed out for calling them out. Feel how you want, Sunny's the focus here
#ask#rcg#rob mcelhenney#i said i didnt wanna spend time answering this and then i did smh#anyway anyone can feel free to engage with this ask if you want#im not the be all end all of rob opinions#i just kinda treat him like the creator of the show mostly#and it is fun in any fandom to dunk on the creator of a show#and then ask them 10000 questions and hold them up on a pedestal when they give you content#ignore the presenting strike out but i cant in good faith call glenn howerton heterosexual
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Different languages have different structures. Different languages have had their vocabulary assembled by different patterns of trade, migration, economic or political expediency. Within each language there are ways of expressing nuance that are either unique to said language or are at least distinct from other languages/families.
Therefore, you can argue that one type of good prose in any language is prose which uses the full breadth of what that language can offer. Some people, as a counterexample, do believe that good prose is direct and so easily registered that it dissolves the layer between reader and writing. One idea of good prose is that the language presents so little of a barrier that the reader can instantly perceive the events of the narrative and focus on the meaning behind the arrangement of those events as the writing, rather than the transmission of that arrangement.
I believe that good prose is prose that uses a language to its limit. English, for example, is able to communicate with relatively few words compared to a Romance language and with a large variety of correct or near-correct sentence structures. The best English writing, accordingly, is writing which uses this flexibility of structure (the ability to build the same sentence with varying levels of length and complexity) to create a palatable rhythm in the text. Alternately, to use this accordion-like property to vary the pacing of a text. English writers can use long, drawn-out structures to slow down, or gradually transition to a direct and choppy subject-verb-object as suits them.
Wolfe, Jacques, and Pratchett are three examples of this type of prose that Iâll (non-academically) put forth from what Iâve read and what I like.
Wolfe stretches English vocabulary to its limit, drawing on obscure words or words with more varied origins to hide certain elements of his stories from the reader without actually breaking the flow of the text. A âdestrierâ on Earth is an old war horse. A âdestrierâ on Urth is a fanged clawed huge and poisonous creature ridden into battle. âDestrierâ signals that functions like a horse, while the use of an unfamiliar word also signals that itâs not a horse, otherwise weâd just call it a horse.
Wolfe also used sentence structures to hide information. I canât call to mind an example right now, but he seems to be fond of garden path sentences that need to be read twice or three times to fully get whatâs happened. Rightâthe old woman in The Wizard Knight. One character refers to an old woman in a scene offhand using a familiar structure (I think itâs a list?) when no old woman was previously mentioned. The list structure begs a third option, to round out two options with âand _____â is a natural form of speaking. The sentence slips by before you notice that it doesnât add up with the rest of the story. He uses the instinctive form of the language to hide information where it doesnât immediately jump out.
Jacquesâ use of language has a more straightforward explanation: he was originally writing Redwall for children at a school for the blind, so he deliberately integrated sensory imagery that most sighted authors eschew. The evocative style that developed from this initial decision renders the Redwall stories far more intensely than the fairy-tale narrative structure would imply. Where folk stories and fairy tales tend to be told concisely from a distance, summarizing events in a few simple-to-grasp beats, Redwall zooms in on the minor details to produce a feel more in line with epics or chivalric romances. I was about to write a line about how the constant feast descriptions serve a function similar to the ox butchery and sacrifice in the Iliad, but thatâs getting off course and into an area I know even less about. Anyway. Redwall plays English to the hilt by constructing scenes from olfactory, gustatory, tactile, auditory elements rather than the visual shorthand we use. These details render its events more relatable and thus more real than the minimal fairy tale narration that weâd expect to use for its events, giving it some extra punch.
Then, Pratchett doesnât so much play with the limits of English sentence structure as with its specific etymology. The constant puns are reliant wholly on English and specifically English vocab, to the extent where Pratchett translators are considered experts/celebrities/co-authors in their native language. His books are comedies and thus often hinge on British English wordplay jokesâthe law/the loreâor cultural references that donât make much sense outside an Anglophone context.
Another trick of his with English is the use of word pairs outside of common/acceptable/literary uses. Iâm thinking of the quotation from Jingo about stars that âdrillâ down. Anglo (quite probably more widespread than Anglo ) cultural associations with stars are about lightness, brilliance, ethereal. The word âdrillâ implies weight, grit, industrial grime antithetical to a starâBUTâstars are often compared to diamonds, while diamond-bit drills are a common-knowledge piece of machinery. He connects two seemingly disparate concepts of star and drill with an invisible linkage that wouldnât be present if any other word than âdrillâ had been used. âPoundâ, âhammerâ, âpierceâ, ânailâ, âscrewâ all would communicate the same idea on the surface, and none of them would achieve the same impact.
With all that said: I like it when authors engage with the history, structure, vocabulary unique to their own language. I think itâs good prose and I think that more authors should at least try it, to see what they can do.
However:
English is also a universal language used for the most functional of communications in business/workplace contexts around the world. I live in an anglophone country where 50% of my direct coworkers speak English at a B/A-level, one of whom is a bit of a cultural aficionado and widely well-read (in Farsi) while also being a guy who has to take some time getting precise technical meaning out of an email written in conversational English.
In the most common everyday written communication, business emails, it does a disservice to the recipient to try and play with words. It wastes your time and the recipientâs by forcing people to jump through arbitrary hoops just to say: please rerun the calculation at +10C and send me the pressure drop results. Plus, if thereâs any room for misunderstanding, something could overpressure and blow up. Thereâs no reason and no excuse to try and execute Prose in the course of your workplace duties. English specifically as an international, interlinguistic standard form of communication needs to be as direct and simplistic as possible.
So then, if it should and must be used in as simple a form as possible to ensure accessibility, where can its lesser-known use cases be brought out or shown off? Idk man. English as a self-contained language with its own identity and English as a colonial lingua franca whose use/elaboration is a constant reminder of the imperialist hierarchy coexist, and I def canât say how to unpick one from the other
#kelsey rambles#this is the stupidest thing in the world to say: post inspired by all ao3 works sharing a writing style that I haaaaate#post also inspired by having a talk w my beloved sr engineer about war and peace#and post inspired by my consistent inability to read USAmerican authors writing in English#not that I like all Brits or only brits but there is one yank on my fav list and itâs Wolfe.#the other USians on the list would have been working as translators rather than authors in and of themselves#never heard of a âreadmoreâ myself
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mimi st. james â an independent, fandomless original character created by kenna. sideblog to @melodyplucked est. dec 1st 2023
the posh princess
links: PROMO | MEMES | STARTER CALL | STUDY
affiliates: @inspotlight (and other blogs), @pcetstcrtured (and other blogs)
psd credits: my own, plus (as of june 15, 2024) wonder bread by pinkinnards
guidelines and important info under the cut.
i'm kenna, i'm 23, and i'm currently residing in the eastern timezone. i have a full time job, and i have responsibilities and commitments outside of rp. please respect that and be patient with replies- i'll always be patient with yours.
memes are the easiest way to start new interactions with me. send them in! i love having multiple things with people, exploring different dynamics and scenarios and such.
i'm not going to write out a banned list a mile long, but- i do have a lot of fcs i will not write with for one reason or another. please respect this.
triggers are tagged "trigger //"
i will not interact with blogs which romanticize certain subjects, or play certain things such as incest/stepcest, non/dub con, etc. you will be blocked. no racism, whitewashing, other erasure has any place here.
if i block you do not come trying to circumvent the block. it's really frustrating. i will not hesitate to turn off anon if i need to. receiving anon hate is really frustrating and that kind of behavior has no place here.
mimi is fandomless, and i'll put her in plenty of fandoms if the opportunity arises. her base is mostly that she's english- born in london, her family's business has another big office in manhattan, so she lived there for four years when she was growing up while her father was getting it up and running and her brother was in high school, before she went back to london. she travels a lot, and could find herself just about anywhere- doing just about anything. she has the kind of money where she doesn't have to do anything. very posh but very sweet.
this blog will run primarily on a queue posting once a day. i am on the eastern timezone presently, and so the posts will come out at 12 noon eastern standard time. there will be exceptions of course, but- for now that's the plan.
mimi is an oc i've had for years technically- i believe since 2020 when i was writing her older brother logan, she was an npc for him. i'm not even confident that mimi was her name back then. she means a lot to me and she's had a lot of development in the past year or so- so i'm excited to do more with her.
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Some longterm project I am working on
So one thing I wanna document with my tumblr is this bus story I am developing. I want it to be something special for me. Something I can just rewatch again or look at when I have time. I just have absolutely no clue how it will turn out while I work on it the next years or so. Main themes of this story will be conflicts between individuals (in this case, literally between bus characters) and how it can be solved, seeing joys in life and going on an adventure and just something that is fun for the whole family. I atleast thing there is a great lack of something inbetween for babies and adults. I mainly see bus animated content for "babies" and the other spectrum is 18+ stuff for adults mainly those who like machines. (This topic is way broader than I am writing in here, sorry for this generalised summary!). Don't get me wrong, I respect both sides, I just wish there would be more. It just feels like this niche lacks something, not in the sense of cars movie or magic school bus. But something that everyone can enjoy especially teenagers, young adults who go through difficult phases in their life and maybe can watch something that is fun and informative. Also to maybe get people interested in busses/public transport. I just notice that bus companies don't know or don't have the capeabilities to make something fresh that actually will make more people be interested in this. Or maybe I am not seeing the whole picture, I know in certain countries/parts of the world public transport is way more common and supported than other countries.
But when it comes to art related things? I don't see much, only the same stuff over and over again. Even tho I find all the artists I see to be very talented and I am happy that they do what they love. Now before I dwell so much on this, I shall write a bit more about my project; I am documenting everything on my toyhouse, usually only my friends that I trust have access to the character pages, because I don't feel comfortable for strangers to read them. And here is the current list of characters I added in there.
The thing is there are some more characters missing in there and I have to figure out how much I can flesh them all out. (Excuse me for calling the folder Bussy lore, I just find it funny)
And here is an example of a character page
Might not be the most prettiest out there but I can pretty much put everything I need onto it and just check it again whenever.
I love keeping everything visually seperated, toyhouse is a good website for that. Previously I wanted to have two seperate "stories" take place, "Main Story" and "Offworld Story", but after a while I figured that I found the Offworld concept much more interesting than Main, so I figured I will merge them together. And with that I will call the Story "Offworld", this referring to what happened to the busses:
Vehicles who were test subjects on a "planentary lab" to test Artifical intelligence on, basically trying to see if those vehicles are self aware or not. And if they can develope a "social life" between each other. To check if they can feel complex emotions like humans can and what not. All that jazz, imagine that ex machina movie but with a different approach? I might try and watch a bunch more movies about AI/Machines to further grasp what how other authors deal with this topic. Tho with school I often don't have much time on my hands. This here would be how this Offworld would look like:
The planet in the foreground is called Castor, at the back you see the "planetary lab". Both are located in the Andromeda Galaxy in the Wallace's System. Well that system doesn't exist irl but I just made my own. You can see that the lab is kinda broken, it basically got damaged when the enemies of the owner of this lab attacked them. Now of course it might be strange to say that they tried to steal an entire planet but I'll figure it out eventually.
This planetary lab originated from Zeon's System, both of theses systems are far away from each other. It's mainly a problem that the owners of said lab are unable to locate it, thus the busses being "stranded" in a dangerous enviroment and having to settle on this new place. Plock, one of the bus characters, takes the lead to build a new home on Castor and gather enough materials to fix the lab and find their home again. It will take quite a while before they establish contact again, pretty much 30 years of waiting. While the busses wait they face many conflicts. This is where I could try to incooperate a few themes into the story, how they interact with other civilisations, with each other, with their world and with the lab. I would focus on a few busses especially, Milos who is the son of Plock and who is supposed to take over once his father is no longer. Putting him under great pressure and strictly raising his son so he turns out "perfect".
Other busses I would mainly showcase are Edwin, Alyx, Helene, Solange, Ellen & Marcin and Alondra.
Some other busses would be more like side characters, them being Romy & Mallory, Steffan, Althea, Ikarues and so on Some of the busses on my toyhouse will not appear in Offworld, mainly duo to unforseen circumstances that happened in "Main Story". One Character I'd like to empathise is Helene (I shortly talked about her in another post), she isn't actually a bus, or well wasn't always a bus. She is actually the Central AI of the planetary lab and would basically guard it from any hostile entities entering it. Her original form was a mechanical centipede that stands over 30m tall. It used to have a somewhat deer shaped head
I know this sketch is a bit rough, I drew this waaaay back in 2018? And the design stuck with me so I made it be a part of her original form, tho her ref is not in the works yet. I am currently working on a huuuuge ref sheet for Milos. At one point she took notice of the "Bus/Sentient AI Project" and wanted to partake in it, so she implanted a part of her conciousness into a bus. And pretty much lived alongside them for years. She developed her first "crush" on a bus named Ikarues and slowly began feeling more alive. Mainly because she was able to live among sentient beings who were similar to her, usually she was surrounded by humanoids and guarded this planet on her own for over a millenia. At one point she would change her centipede form to have a "bus head" removing her old deer head.
I am actually interested in properly developing her centipede body some more the coming weeks, I drew this piece quite a while ago to some specific part of the story that might be scrapped, I have to see.
She will definetely be one of the important characters in Offworld, I think I can do many interesting things with her, regarding her life and the amount of years she lived in solitude. How it feels to be alone for such a deeply developed AI.
I am just excited to see what I can do with this entire project, many fun things to add and explore, some topics are somewhat close to me. Especially when it comes to family and friends, and problems that arise and how to deal with them, and pretty much finding a meaning in life.
With all that being said, I will go further into some themes/characters in the coming weeks when my busy schedule allows it. Happy reading! Hope to see you soon!
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This blog will probably be just me, talking to myself.
As this is the first thing I write on here, I will write some sort of introduction. Sorry for the serious tone but I feel like I don't take this as serious as I should if I actually want to get better and don't get me started on how other people treat this disorder.
I got diagnosed with ADHD this year in June, I think. I am not suprised by that, not one bit.
I could always tell there was something wrong with me. At first it was only socially: I would get in fights, a lot. I had a short fuse and people picked on me anyways, so I thought I had an excuse to scream and hit. Honestly, sometimes I think it saved me from being more meek and quiet. I never disliked my ability to be openly angry and I still don't but back then it was excessive.
Later, I noticed I wasn't good at certain subjects. I rationalized it by saying that I did not care about math or chemistry so I just didn't do it but looking back now I understand that I wasn't able to pay attention even if I wanted to.
My saving grace in school was that I was obsessed with reading, still am, and since my mum got me short stories by Oscar Wilde and Edgar Allan Poe when I was like 12, I got by easily. I loved geography, history and politics, so it kinda balanced out.
No teacher ever noticed that I was different and I don't think anyone cared, they just assumed I was kinda weird.
I cheated my way through school without ever studying or doing homework and finally fixed my behavior in high school, where I made some friends and dialed down the arguing a lot. I joined a political party and had to learn how not to be abrasive and more sociable. This was the first time I properly learned what ADHD was and I thought it fit but I assumed I was just projecting, so I forgot about it.
I remember telling some friends about that thought once and one of said it couldn't possibly be. Lmao.
When I had to actually study for my finals it turned out to be a nightmare. I physically couldn't. I still got good grades on some because I was allowed to ditch the subjects I didn't like but I felt dissatisfied.
It got worse as soon as I entered university. I thought it would get easier because I could finally do what I liked but it was hard for me to pay attention to my lectures, to do work, to study and write papers. I failed, so much, and I missed deadlines and had to re-do courses. I finally had to admit that something was wrong.
At home, too. Cleaning and other chores were hard. I called the ADHD help for my region but it never went anywhere. I was unhappy and assumed I was doing something wrong if I just "self-diagnosed" and read the ressources online.
Anyways, I was at a stalemate for a few years and changed my major but it barely did anything. Bit by bit I realized how I had to treat myself and how to be patient instead of hating myself for every mistake.
Finally, they put me on a list and I had to wait for a year. The psychiatrist is a very nice guy and listened. We did some tests. And he said that yes, I fit the criteria.
Now I am at that weird place where I am on meds and they do help, but I am still not doing as well as I want to. I have lost a lot of abilities I used to have. I was able to read for hours when I was younger but now it's very difficult (unless it's a fanfiction). Writing has gotten harder and I do not watch longer series anymore. I have trouble keeping my space clean and I am constantly procrastinating. My sleep schedule is horrible and I always feel terrible.
My therapist recommended doing mindfulness exercises but I forget to do them. I always say I want to improve the quality of my sleep but I never do it. So, I have decided to actually document my day-to-day progress.
I'll write down a list of overall goals in another post.
Everyday I want to write a log entry of what I did today. On Sundays, I want to look back on my week and see if I made any progress.
Sporadically, I want to just share helpful tips I have to manage ADHD and all that comes with it.
I hope I can keep up with that!!
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Some things to note for this blog
I should have put this up sooner but honestly, I didn't think I needed to, until now. Everything below the cut.
GoT
When I post anything GoT-related, I am talking about the showverse only. This is why I do not include "asoiaf" in the tags of each post. While using the same characters and universe that GRRM created in ASOIAF, Game of Thrones is an adaptation. Which is why we don't see characters like Lady Stoneheart, Val, Gryff, or Dacey Mormont. (I know most of us know this already but I feel the point needs to be reiterated for some...certain stan groups in particular) Same goes for House of the Dragon.
I do post about Daenerys (and will continue to) and I can be critical of her but I still love her. She is actually one of my favorite characters in the show. But while I consider myself a fan of hers, I don't stan her blindly and I can see the mistakes she's made. I will call out her bad behavior while still maintaining my love for the character. I appreciate her dark turn because of the fact that she, as a woman, got to have that arc and make her own choices. It's incredible storytelling that was layered in since season 1 (though the execution of it in the end was botched here and there). Same thing goes for the Targaryens. For example, while I might not be a fan of Daemon, I do appreciate his character and Matt Smith's portrayal.
If I see any ridiculous Dany stan or anti Sansa bs in my travels on here, I'm calling it out. Not specifically to the individual(s), I don't do that, but I do respond to ridiculous claims made about characters, their story arcs, the writing, fandom bs, and the show in general.
SPN
I do love SPN but I am very critical of the series finale. But while being critical of it, I can understand why some decisions were made behind the scenes and it is what it is. It doesn't mean I don't hope that a reboot or continuation down the line won't attempt to fix the mistakes that were made (imho Dean's appearance in the finale of The Winchesters already started that ball rolling in a way).
I have been critical of the Wincest pairing in the past but that has been more about some of the behavior of the shippers rather than about the ship itself. I've also listed why I don't feel comfortable with the ship itself but I also have the attitude of ship-and-let-ship. So I'm not attacking the ship but just stating why I don't care for it while also challenging some of the shippers' assertions of how the show was intentionally going that way for the brothers all along as well as their misunderstandings of Dean and Sam's actual familial relationship.
I am anti John Winchester and will forever be. Any posts I make on this subject is not criticism of Jeffrey Dean Morgan or his portrayal of the character. This is not challenging Jeffrey Dean Morgan's or Jensen Ackles' opinions of the character, but sometimes can be a respectful disagreement (meaning I have a different school of thought on the matter for those who aren't able to grasp this everyday life concept). This doesn't mean I don't acknowledge Dean's, Sam's, and Mary's love for John. While I agree with JDM and Jensen that John did the best he could in that time, he absolutely could have done better and had many opportunities to. Not to mention what was implied that was right underneath the surface of the story the whole time and how it was confirmed starting in season 12.
Imho, the idea of Destiel went canon in the show, not the pairing itself. We only saw Cas' confirmation of his feelings and how it all connected back to Cas' own story line over the years. By Dean not having time to respond one way or the other, I believe the show intended to keep that open-ended and ambiguous. So people can still speculate on his feelings should they so choose (personally, I think Cas was extremely important to Dean, more important than antis feel comfortable acknowledging which is why they consistently do their best to undermine the 15x18 moment and attack anyone who asserts that Destiel is canon).
I am very much pro-Dean (not a stan but a huge fan), pro-Winchesters 2.0 (Dean, Sam, Cas & Jack) or TFW 2.0, pro-Jack, pro-Jack and Cas as family to both Sam and Dean. My posts will usually operate from this stance.
If I see any ridiculous anti Dean, anti Destiel bs, pro-toxic codependency bs in my travels on here, I'm calling it out. Not specifically to the individual(s), I don't do that, but I do respond to ridiculous claims made about characters, their story arcs, the writing, fandom bs, and the show in general.
The Winchesters
I am very critical of The Winchesters but it is not personal criticism of Jensen or Danneel Ackles. I am not critical of it for the sake of being critical or fandom drama; I am looking at it through the same critical storytelling eye I look at everything else. I focus on the story and not anything beyond that. Whatever feuds the fandom drama queens believe are going on between Jensen and Jared, Danneel and Genevieve, Jared and Misha, etc, I am not engaging in any of that nor am I going to allow it to taint my perspective as a viewer.
911
While I have been critical of certain relationships for Buck and Eddie (like BuckTaylor, BuckAli, EddieAna, or EddieShannon for example), I am not completely critical of the female characters themselves nor am I anti them (their characters all served a purpose in the story). Except Abby and that was due to her severe mishandling of Buck. But even then, as long as she stays far away from Buck, I'm good with her and hope she finds her own happiness.
I still believe in the possibility of Buddie but I will admit that the season 6 finale left me dumbfounded, even knowing what was happening bts. So I have not posted as much for this pairing or fandom because I'm waiting to see how season 7 will go.
Speaking of which, I am very critical of the writing of the last two episodes of season 6 especially, not just for Buddie but all of the other characters and relationships as well.
Big Sky
I am very critical of the writing of the last season as well as the push the show made for a certain pairing to happen (Beau x Jenny). It is not criticism of Jensen Ackles or of Katheryn Winnick (I am a fan of both), nor is it criticism of the characters Beau Arlen or Jenny Hoyt (I also love both). I honestly believe Jenny's (and Cassie's) character got shafted in the last season as a bid to stay on the air by the showrunner. And I am very critical of that showrunner and some of the decisions he made that I think sunk the show the final inch over the edge into oblivion.
Celebrities/Actors
While I am a fan of Jensen Ackles's career and try to be supportive, this is not a stan blog. I will not be posting about Jensen's personal exploits (outside of FBBC and a social media post here and there possibly), any gossip/rumors surrounding Jensen, anything about his marriage to Danneel, etc.
I will not be posting anything about Danneel Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, etc.
I only post about people I admire and it's usually in relation to their acting and/or portrayals, or directing (like Miguel Sapochnik for example). I appreciate talent where I see it.
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(( Something in the RPC that has really come to bother me is the super-sensitive nature of writers now. Like, I keep on seeing people afraid of writing certain characters or themes...AFRAID?! Like, why the hell are people afraid of WRITING fictional content?!?!?! What the hell happened to us?Â
I saw an ask earlier on a blog and the user was concerned about playing an anti-human character because they were frightened of the racist connotations behind the character. It shocks me.Â
Iâve played racists, sexists, murderers, sadists, implied-rapists - everything, before.Â
I canât believe people are frightened to play these flawed or terrible characters because of the backlash that theyâll get. More-so, I hate that itâs become widely accepted to feel this way! Like, if I chose to play Alex Delarge from A Clockwork Orange (because heâs a superb character and letâs face it, heâs EXTREMELY popular), would I be allowed to? Because canonically heâs a murderer and a rapist.Â
Hell, even the character I play right now has made racist jabs towards other characters in the show and Iâm not afraid to write him doing so either.Â
Does that make me a racist or an advocate for rape? Of course not. Itâs a fictional character and honestly how boring would literature be if every character was a sugar-coated softball? Like, we need these questionable characters. Morally-grey characters. Evil characters.Â
I absolutely love the idea of playing a character as a human being. Like, a person can be entirely likeable but have prejudice - that is human nature. I know so many people I care for deeply who have skewed views or make offensive jokes. Shit, Iâm hardly politically correct. Like, itâs human nature to be flawed. Characters should have bad traits!Â
Basically, Iâve waffled - but I just hate it how itâs become something to be - feared - to play a controversial or dark character. Like, people are scared of being called out and people actually call people out for these things, too.Â
It just makes me really angry - more-so, when people DO play these controversial characters but then they erase what makes them controversial or offensive in some way. Like, they rid away a part of that character as a means to stay âlikableâ to the fandom. Thatâd be like me pretending that my character never uses racially offensive terms or sees his own rape as something to be embarrassed / ashamed of / totally his own fault. It removes a part of that canon character. Couldnât do it. Hate it when others do. :/ ))
#outofprison#answered#salt#thanks for sending in bruh B)#i keep seeing people reluctant to play villains because theyre scared of the backlash#and people putting others on call out lists for writing certain subjects#yikes :I#trashkingizunia
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Ooooo a question I'm actually qualified to answer!!
I work on the displays team at a public library. I'm the one responsible for deciding most of the topics (unless there are requests), making the lists for what library materials we will include on them, putting them up every month, and then maintaining them to make sure they're always full. In short, they're a decent amount of work
Last month, we had six displays that circulated a total 263 materials. Every single time I see someone check out a book from our displays, I cheer. Nothing makes me happier than seeing someone go up to each of our displays and check out an armload of books.
For a slightly longer explanation, there are a bunch reasons libraries might choose to display an item.
The subject of the display is considered important
The materials themselves haven't circulated in a while, and this is a way to encourage folks to check them out
The library is trying to promote an upcoming program (my library has a writer coming in July, so we're doing a display with books on writing to promote it)
The person making the display really loves this book/movie and wants to encourage other people to love it too
The library wants to call attention to a certain part of the collection
The person making the displays just thinks the subject is fun (I have a pirate themed display this month for that reason)
All of these reasons are best accomplished by folks checking out the items. Please check out the items you're interested in!
I see your concern about being the only one able to check out a specific book at a time, but consider: would you have checked out this book if it weren't for the display? Cause that's our entire goal: get folks who might be interested in these books (but don't know it yet) to check them out. And I can promise you, you're exactly the intended audience.
Anyway anon, I hope that was all helpful! If you have any more library questions, you're always welcome to pop by my inbox! I can't promise you I'll know everything, but I could ask my coworkers (since they're always happy for someone to express an interest in what they're doing)
this is probably a silly thing iâm worrying about, but at my local library they often have displays of books for certain holidays/etc (like right now thereâs one for pride month, there was one for autism acceptance, black history month, etc).
am i allowed to take books from that display? from what i can tell the books there only have 1 copy. i guess theyâre obviously there to take but i was thinking if i take one then thereâs gonna be a big blank space in the table wonât there đ
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#libraries#public libraries#asks#library displays#tumblr asks#cottagecore-raccoon#thanks to ash for sending this to me!
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Wait, isn't "anti" stuff more like "anti-pedophilia" and stuff? Like, you have a point about anti-porn attitudes, but from what I've heard just "anti" on its own means against stuff like kid porn and incest porn and legitimately f*cked up sh*t like that.
Okay! So this, I think, is actually a great example of what I was talking about, and a really useful thing to understand. (CW rape, child abuse, etc)
Smarter people than me have written much better essays about why policing thoughtcrimes is a bad road to go down, and I will probably reblog some of them next time they cross my dash for more context. What I want to talk about is the trigger mechanism, the âoh, this looks like danger!!!â immune response in how we look at different kinds of porn, and how that applies to anti culture.
Hereâs the thing: I am anti-pedophilia. I think that, for most people, thatâs a stance that largely goes without saying! Adults who prey on children are bad. Iâm also against incest; relatives who prey on their family members are bad. Above all I oppose rape. Sexual predation of any kind is bad. In fact, Iâd say thatâs the most important item on the list. There is plenty of room to argue about where the lines are between âadultâ and âchildâ and how teenagers fit in the middle, and thereâs plenty of room to get historical about the lines between ethically terrible incest, distasteful-but-bearable âaristocratic inbreedingâ between distant cousins, and the kind of consanguinity that tends to develop in a small town where everyoneâs vaguely related to everyone else by now anyway. The core of the issue is consent, and it has always been consent. Pedophilia and incest are horrific because they are rape scenarios where the abuser has far more power and their victim far fewer resources to cope, both practically and emotionally; because harm to children is, to us as a culture, worse than harm to adults, for a lot of very valid reasons; and because they constitute betrayal of trust the victim should have been able to put in their abuser as well as rape--but they are all rape scenarios, and thatâs why theyâre awful.Â
These things are bad. It is good for us to have a social immune response system that recognizes these things when theyâre happening and insists we step in. That is a good thing to develop! It helps us, as a society. It can help the people being victimized. Itâs the same reason educators and childcare workers in the US are all mandated reporters, why we do background checks on people working near kids. These things happen, and theyâre terrible, and itâs good that we try to be aware and prepared for them. (Though obviously studies show weâre a lot less good at protecting the vulnerable than weâd like to pretend we are.)
The question is: why does that same social immune response trigger, and trigger so angrily, in response to fiction?
Anti culture is fundamentally an expression of that social immune response.ïżœïżœ Specifically, itâs that social immune response when it is set off by a situation that, while it has some similarities to the very bad real-life crime of sexual predation including pedophilia and incest, is in and of itself harmless.
If youâre instinct is to flare up in anger or dismissiveness because Iâm calling these things harmless, I want to ask you to just take a deep breath and bear with me for a bit longer. What youâre feeling right now is an allergic reaction.
Humans tell and read and listen to stories about âlegitimately fucked up shitâ all the time. Itâs part of the human condition. Itâs part of how we process those things happening, not just to use, but to other people in the world around us. Itâs part of how we process completely unrelated fucked-up shit, playing with fears and furies and insecurities that we all have, through so may layers of fiction that we donât even recognize them any more, playing with power dynamics in metaphor and making characters suffer for fun. Aside from the fact that literally all stories do this to some extent or another; aside from the fact that drawing lines between âok thatâs good storytellingâ and âthatâs too fucked-up to write aboutâ is arbitrary, subjective, and dangerous in its own right; aside from all of that, these stories are stories. All of them.Â
Even the ones about rape, about incest, about pedophilia. Theyâre words on a page. No real children were harmed, touched, or even glanced at in the making of this work of fiction. This story, pornographic though it may be, is part of a conversation between consenting adults. (And if a teenager lies about their age to consent, that is a different problem altogether.)
Stories in and of themselves, no matter what theyâre about, are no more dangerous than a crate full of oranges. Which is to say: utterly harmless, unless all you have to eat is oranges, all day every day, and you find yourself dying slowly of nutrient deficiency--which is why representation matters. Or unless someone wields one deliberately, violently, as a tool to cause harm, and someone gets acid in their eye--which is the fault of the person holding the orange. And unless you happen to be allergic to citrus.
The key here is this twofold understanding: First, the thing that hurts you can also have value to others. Real, legitimate value. Whether youâve undergone trauma and certain story elements are straight-up PTSD triggers or you just donât like orange juice, that story, those tropes, that crate of oranges may be somewhere between icky and fundamentally abhorrent--but we understand that that is still your reaction. Even if you donât understand how anybody could ever enjoy it; even if every single person you surround yourself with is as sensitive and disgusted and itchy about this thing that makes your eyes hurt and your throat stop working as you; that doesnât make it true for everyone. That doesnât make oranges poisonous. No real children were involved in the writing of this story. It is words on a page.
But, secondly: the thing that has value to others can also hurt you. Just because a story isnât inherently poison doesnât mean it canât cause you, personally, pain. Thatâs what a PTSD trigger is: an allergic reaction, psychological anaphylaxis, a brain thatâs trying so hard to protect its own from a threat that isnât actually present (but was once, and the brain is trained to respond) that it causes far more harm and misery than the trigger itself possibly could. And no, itâs not just people with PTSD who sometimes get hurt by stories. There are many, many ways a story can poke the part of your brain that says, this is Bad, I donât like this, I donât want to be here. The story is still, always, every time, pixels on a screen and ink on paper. The story causes no physical harm. But it can poke your brain into misery, it can stir up your emotions, it can make you want to cringe and run away. It can make you want to scream and fight and go after the author who brought this thing into existence. It can make you hurt.
This is an allergic reaction. This is your brain and body, your reflexes and instincts, trying to protect you from something that isnât really happening. And just like a literal allergic reaction, it can do actual harm to you if it gets set off. This is real. The fact that stories can upset you to the point of pain and mental/emotional injury is real, even though itâs coming from your own brain and not the story itself. There are stories you shouldnât read. There are stories I shouldnât read, regret reading, will never read, because they hurt me. That doesnât mean theyâre the same stories that would hurt you. That doesnât mean they donât have value.
And, finally:
If getting upset about stories is fundamentally an individual personâs allergic reaction, their brain freaking out and firing off painful survival instincts in the face of a thing that isnât, in and of itself, a threat? Then the anti movement is a cultural allergic reaction.
Fandom as a whole has a pretty active immune system, which doesnât mean we have a good immune system. We try very hard to be aware of all the viruses and -isms and abuse and manipulation and cruelty, both systematic and individual, that exists around and within our community. Weâre primed and ready to shout about things at all times. The anti movement is that system, that culture, screaming and shouting and fighting at a harmless thing on a grand scale. It wants to stop that thing, that scary awful thing that trips all of its well-primed danger sensors, at all costs. Itâll swell up and block off our airways (our archives) if it has to. Itâll turn on the body it came from. Itâs scared and protective and trying to fight, and itâs ready to fight and destroy itself.
Luckily, fans and fanfic and fandom and fan culture are a lot bigger and older than they often get credit for, and itâs not like these cultural allergies are anything new. We could talk about shippers and slashers in the X-Files fandom in the 90s. We could talk about the birth of fandom in the days of Star Trek. We could talk about censorship and book burning going back centuries. We survived that and weâll survive this, too.
But god, does the anti movement my throat and eyes itch. Man is it irritating, and sometimes a little suffocating, to realize how many stories just arenât getting told out of fear of what the antis will say. And thatâs the real danger, I think. What are we losing that would have so much value to someone? What are we missing out?
#fandom#anti culture#anti-anti#I guess?#asked and answered#you are not WRONG or BAD or BROKEN if a story hurt you#but neither is the story#Anonymous#anti discourse day
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Everybody Talks Too Much (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Mute!Reader)
Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language, brief violence Summary: Whenever Cassandra gets angry, no one wants to deal with her. Well, no one but you, that is. Thankfully, the middle child appreciates your company... not that she'd ever admit it. Notes: Another self-indulgent fic with a selectively mute reader. This one's a lil different. Sections in italic are mostly indications that the reader is miming actions in order to communicate, though there are a few internal thoughts that are marked as such. Unlike the past two I've done, this takes place pre-relationship, so there's some mutual pining of sorts. I think that's the word.
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Among the many servants of Castle Dimitrescu, there were a number of secret rules to be followed. Guidelines that were never written down, only spoken in hushed whispers, for specific (and dangerous) circumstances. Most could be divided into one of two categories: 1, how to reduce the chances of a Lady of the house killing someone. 2, how to make sure that if they kill someone, it will not be you. Of these rules, there was one that you knew best of all, despite never having been told it. Why? Because you have observed it time and time again. After all, the rule revolved around you. To put it plainly⊠If Cassandra Dimitrescu was in an awful mood, but had yet to draw blood, send in the mute.
Even now, as you rushed down a corridor, you did not know why this rule was in place. You simply knew that you had been summoned countless times by frantic maidens, to go serve their volatile mistress. Admittedly you did understand their eagerness to thrust the task upon someone else. Cassandra was often considered the deadliest of the Dimitrescu daughters, for she was the quickest to anger, the one with the deepest bloodlust, and took the longest to calm down. Personally, you disagreed, believing that it wasnât terribly hard to know what she did and did not like. All it took was some observation. It was Daniela who scared you, seeing as she was unpredictable. She didnât even need to be in a bad mood to want to kill you.
Of course, that didnât necessarily mean that you saw no danger in working with Cassandra. In fact, you saw a fair bit, such as now: Right as you round the corner, a shiny object hurls past your head, embedding itself into the wall. Had you been walking ever so slightly faster⊠Well, you preferred not to dwell on such things, especially not when the one who threw the thing was still nearby. Based on the howling laughter and swarm of insects that moves around you, the intended target was Lady Daniela. Across the room is the markswoman herself; Cassandra stood tall, huffing in anger, staring at the spot her sister had just vacated from.
âDamn it!â She yelled, stomping her foot as if the resulting shockwave might do what her weapon had not. Oddly amused, youâre quick to remove the sickle from the wall, careful as to not damage it. Itâs a tad dirty, but nothing you canât fix with your handy pocket cloth. Cleaning as you walk, you slowly move towards your employer, not even bothering to spare her a glance. After all, you had your own rules for dealing with her.
(1: Avoid eye contact for at least one minute after an outburst.)
By the time you make it to Cassandra, the minute has come and gone, allowing you to ever-so politely look her in the eyes when you return her blade. She scoffs, then practically rips the sickle from your hands. This was your job, however, so you made no complaints. Not that you could, at least not verbally. Instead, you gave a short bow of acknowledgement. Afterwards you stood still, awaiting either instructions or a dismissal. Neither came.
âI canât believe that little shit tried to take my favorite dagger and thought she could get away with it! Agh, the nerve of her! Can you believe this?â Cassandra snapped, turning to you as if you might agree with her. Nod, simple yet effective. âAt least you know how to handle a blade. Damn Daniela is lucky she didnât get any scratches on mine.â Then she pulls the knife in question from its place on her belt, letting it gleam in the light. A soft exhale, head tipping to the side, wow is it pretty. So is the one holding it. Your mind wanders but your gaze does not. Always polite, always ready to serve.
(2: Do not get distracted; she is no patient lover, rather a demanding boss.)
âCassandra! What was all that noise a minute ago?â Someone called, interrupting your âconversationâ. The speaker soon appears, being none other than Lady Bela, the most reasonable of the castle residents. Though that meant little, considering the nature of her family. As if to prove your point, Cassandra merely rolls her eyes in reply, refusing to divulge the truth. And so Bela turned her gaze to you, perking a brow. âFeeling up to talking today?â She asked, already knowing the answer. Of course, your hands are already moving, not even waiting for her to finish speaking. This is a game you know intimately.
A hand goes to your belt, moving to pull a nonexistent blade from its sheath. Raising it, moving it forward then back several times, launching it towards the wall- towards the hole left behind. Then shifting, waving your hand in front of your face while exhaling a sharp breath. Flinching. An exaggerated gulp, pretending to check if your nose is still attached, sighing in relief. Lastly, an inclination of your head towards the culprit. Cassandra.
âI was aiming for Daniela. Not that it matters, nobody got hurt,â she stated, confident. Both hands clasped together, then tapping the palms together, mimicking a heartbeat at a reasonable pace. Suddenly a stomp. The beating stops, and you hold your hands next to your ear, as if listening for signs of life. Pause. Three seconds. Worried expression, eyes wide. Finally, fast as a gunshot, the heart beats again, wildly. At this, Bela shoots her sister a look of doubt, as well as judgement. Hoping to change the subject, Cassandra looks to you. âWhat are you doing here anyway?â
Rubbing your chin, thinking. Squinting for effect. Ah, got it! Both hands go to your sides, lifting the imaginary hem of a dress you arenât wearing. Waltzing forward, yet in place, with the poise expected of a professional maid. Then the focus shifts to your face. Fear. A silent scream, a hand at your forehead, feeling like you⊠might⊠faint. Falling backwards, making a step at the very last second to prevent a real collapse. End scene.
âSomeone was scared?â Bela asked, sounding uncharacteristically unsure of herself. When you nod, she does as well, considering the implications. âWhy would they send you?â
âI hardly care why, I just want to know who so I can kick their ass,â Cassandra interjects, taking a step closer to you. All you do in response is shrug. Unsurprisingly this is not enough to please her, and before you know it sheâs wrapped a hand around your throat. âGive. Me. A. Name. Now.â A perked brow. Thoughts practically telegraphed. âWhat do you expect?â Opening your mouth, slightly, then wide, back to almost closed. No sound comes out. Obviously. Itâs not like you wanted to break your own rule, but in this case you had no choice.
(3: Give her whatever she wants, consequences be damned.)
Luckily for you, Bela acts as a foil to Cassandra, there to smooth the seas. Moving behind you, she reaches into your back pocket and retrieves the notepad you keep there. Then sheâs handing it to you while making eye contact with her sister. Cassandra promptly releases you, though sheâs clearly not pleased, going so far as to push you away in one last act of anger. Internally you roll your eyes. On the outside, however, you quickly write down everything you know⊠which isnât much.
âI donât remember who it was. A lot of people have asked. This happens a lot.â Then you hand the paper to Bela, who soon looks back up at you in confusion. Too antsy to wait for her own turn, Cassandra yoinks the notepad from her sisterâs hands, reading it over several times before reacting.
âWhat the fuck? Why would they send you to me because somebody pissed their pants in fear? Iâm going to kill someone. Ugh, I donât- this doesnât make any goddamn sense,â Cassandra ranted, pacing back and forth, looking like she wanted to destroy something immediately. To your surprise, Bela doesnât look the slightest bit concerned. If anything, she looks amused, and smiles when the two of you make eye contact. Something tells you that she knows something that you donât. Before you can react, she quietly retrieves your notepad and returns it to you. Then she pauses, thinking, eying you with curiosity.
âWhy donât you go for now? See if anyone thanks you for stepping in, hmm?â She suggested, tone implying that this was absolutely about something else entirely. Still, you donât care to disobey, and so you bid the two of them farewell with a deep bow. As you leave, you can almost make out part of what they say next. But youâre certain that you must have heard incorrectly. âShowing your favoritism a little too much, sister? If even the servants can see it-â the rest of the sentence is cut off by angry muttering from Cassandra. After that youâre too far away to hear anymore. What a strange day...
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âHey, you know where Lady Cassandraâs room is, right?â Ygritte asked, casually, definitely not having just been told by someone else that you were the solution to her problem. Pretending that you were unaware of this, you give her a smile and a nod. Later, behind her back, you will mentally add her to your list of people to watch out for. Maybe even decide to refuse to share your biscuits with her. In the meantime, you pretend that you donât mind whatever task sheâs about to dump on you. âCan you bring these books to her? I really have to get back to the kitchen soon, and thatâs in the opposite directionâŠâ
Technically true. Something told you that the real problem was that Cassandra had been extra loud the past few days. Regardless, you accept the books from her, leaving before she even finishes thanking you. Why do people do this? I donât get it, you think. Itâs like they think Iâm immune to her rage. If that were true, Iâd gladly throw myself between her and others. But no, thatâs not the case. Hmmph, if only they saw my scars. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you keep walking, subconsciously rubbing the spot on your arm where Cassandra had cut you. Well, the worst spot. Being pain tolerant had made her take interest in you, during your first few weeks, but itâs what allowed you to learn her rules. Your rules, really.
Knock. Knock. A pause⊠three more, much softer. The door swings open, revealing your Lady, whose eyes widen at the sight of you. Tipping your hat (which you are not wearing), you greet her, forcing another smile. Then you present the books, free hand gesturing with a spiral motion towards them. She doesnât respond. No, wait, she glances at the door hinges, considering closing the door in your face. Now both of you are staring at each other, daring the other to move.
âYouâre not supposed to be here,â she finally said. Thereâs a gruffness to her voice that you hadnât expected. Itâs unlike her usual tone, less angry, more tired. Were those bags under her eyes?... No, just smudged makeup. âDonât just stand there- tell me why youâre here.â Again, you gesture to the books, extending your hands further towards her. This time she takes a half-step backwards to avoid you. Peculiar. âSomeone else was supposed to bring them, dipshit. Fucking hell, why canât anyone around here do their damn jobs?â At last, she takes the books from you, carrying them deeper into your room. Though she does not close the door, you assume that your job is done. Or maybe you simply do not wish to deal with a Cassandra whoâs frustrated by your specific presence. Either way, it breaks one of your rules, though you do not remember until it is too late.
(4: Do not leave until dismissed by a member of the family.)
âWhere the hell are you going?â The sound of buzzing flies, a blur of motion around you, then the form of Cassandra solidifying in front of you. One of her hands is raised, pressing against the center of your chest. She pushes you, hard, making you stumble backwards into her room. Next thing you know youâve crashed onto her floor. A tad stunned, you bring a hand up to hold your head, blinking rapidly for a few seconds. Thereâs the sound of a door closing, and then someoneâs trying to help you stand. âI didnât say you could leave yet. Now câmon, Iâve got stuff for you to do.â Then sheâs guiding you to her bed, making you sit down on the end. Panicked thoughts race through your mind one after another. What exactly was she intending? Thankfully you donât have to wait long to find out. âRead through these, and-â a pause, like she hadnât known what she was going to say until she was already speaking- âtake notes. Make a summary of the bookmarked sections, or whatever.â Handing you a couple books (neither of which being ones you had just brought to her), she sits on the other side of the bed, refusing to look at you. She does, however, say one last thing, voice barely above a whisper. âJust stay for a while, okay?â
Inside your head, you make a mental note to amend your list of rules.
(4.b: Do not leave until dismissed by a member of the family. If Cassandra asks you to stay, you stay, no matter what. Itâs worth it.)
#cassandra dimitrescu x reader#cassandra dimitrescu#resident evil: village#re8 village#stayed up to write this#totes worth it
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Sweet | Jung Jaehyun
â€ïž Jaehyun x female!reader â€ïž Fluff? Smut, Smut, Smut, Smut, Tiny bit of angst, College AU, Established relationship â€ïž 2/4 for LOVE MONTH SERIES: Boys Donât Cry One is a big number | You and your words | Sweet | He loves me, he loves me not |
Summary:Â Jaehyun has always been in love with you but he thinks so highly of you that he never tried pursuing his feelings for you. All throughout your college years, Jaehyun endured every heartbreak secretly whenever you have a new boyfriend and can only love you secretly in his own ways. Wild. College years was wild and its all because of Jaehyun. After college, you and Jaehyun parted ways but life will reunite you again in the most shocking way. Jaehyunâs wedding. Â
Word count: 13,707k
Warnings: Sex, sex, sex, and loads of sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, making of sex tape (with consent), making of amateur porn? (with consent), cam boys and cam girl?? idk what to call that but they fuck live, mentions of alcohol, period fingering, mentions of tampon, dry humping, oral sex female receiving, mentions of blowjob, slight blowjob scene, mentions of other idols, swearing, college students who just wanna have fun haha, kissing and touching, fingering, and slight nipple play, mentions of having sex with Johnny. AH SLIGHT BREAK UP SEX!Â
A/N: PURE FICTION. PURE FICTION. PURE FICTION. okay, I know I said that this will be out on Jaehyunâs birthday but meh whatever Iâm posting it and will post something else for hearts day. hehe. I hope you guys love this even though im just experimenting and trying to write longer fics, and seriously I wanted to write back to back smut with different feels so I guess im crossing that out of my bucket list. Also this is proof read once only so sorry. You may not be happy with the ending but Iâm sure as hell happy with it so sorry. â
Humans are prone to fall in love with the wrong people and the only thing you can do about it is to forgive yourself and move on. No matter how much history you had, no matter how many special moments or intimate ones you shared⊠if you know that he or she is not the right person for you then, you know.
Like this moment right now. For exactly ten minutes, you will realize why you and a certain someone never worked out.
âHey, boss you have a 10 am meeting. Planning for everythingâ Your assistant says as you double-check your schedule to see the name of the client sheâs talking about. âThatâs the bride though, 0% progress for the weddingâ she added.
âYikesâ you murmur and ready your stuff, âletâs fix that and give her a beautiful wedding. I need you to take down everything she says while I talk to herâ you straighten your clothes and fix yourself before you face the client.
The moment you enter the room, the bride greets you with a big smile like sheâs saying âthank you for saving me and my weddingâ even though you literally haven't done anything yet. Oh, you love seeing those hopeful eyes in every bride. âIâm just waiting for my fiancĂ©, heâs the one who recommends coming here and I have a great feeling that I will have a beautiful wedding because of youâ
âAnd my team,â you added and finished her sentence, âI want to introduce you to my assistant, she will be taking care of every request you say during our discussion laterâ
âAnd I want to introduce you to my fiancĂ©, Jaehyun,â she said with a big smile and walked towards his fiancĂ©.
And just like that your ordinary day at the office became extraordinary. Because nothing is normal about Jung Jaehyun, nothing is normal about those dimpled smile that automatically makes your heart skip a beat.
âBaby, this is the wedding organizerâ her smile has no hint of mock, sheâs not even proud that she has a very handsome fiancĂ© and obviously she doesnât know who you are. Sheâs just happy that sheâs marrying Jaehyun. Thatâs all. And in those eyes, you see that Jaehyun is in the right hands.
âMhmm. Me, Johnny, and Ms. Y/n right here are dorm mates. So youâre talking to the best wedding organizer,â you snorted at what Jaehyun said.
âThank you for that introduction Jung, now letâs talk about your weddingâ
And so, you worked your magic to them the whole morning. Explaining things, showing stuff, asking them what they want. From the wedding reception, wedding dress appointments, and picking of cakes⊠she has no idea of what she wants. Good thing you do know what youâre doing and you planned everything smoothly after a few hours. And for hours and hours, you watched them smile at each other, lowkey flirted in front of you but you didnât feel any jealousy, hurt, or regret.
When the exhausting meeting was finally done and finally youâre alone at your office, a soft knock brought you back to reality and a familiar voice was behind it. âCan I come in?â Jaehyun asks.
âOf course, itâs openâ you watch him enter your office like heâs some kind of a ghost and made the room cold in an instant.
âI just want to say thank you for helping us out- thank goodness the world is small⊠Literally, the wedding will be a messâ
âJust doing my job Jae,â you smiled sweetly to him, âyour fiancĂ© is lovely-â
âI did love you Y/n. And Iâm sorry for hurting you like that, I told you, you deserve better. Iâm glad we both found our happinessâ he flashed that dimpled smile again and thanked you one last time.
The little reunion ended with small smiles, nods here and there, and in just a few seconds Jaehyun is out from your office and quickly replaced by your assistant to give you your afternoon coffee. Awkward and curious, she placed the coffee in front of you. Obviously, she wanted to know your past with the groom. And when she finally dropped the question, you remembered everything, moments crashing and drowning you right this instance.
Eight years ago Â
âAre you even trying, youâre no fun!â Â
Your best friend shouts at you from the other side of the table, waiting for you to throw the ball, waiting for you to miss. It was just beer pong but you donât know why the game was so fucking frustrating and no matter how hard you concentrate you canât score. Maybe itâs because youâre all alone and youâre competing against your best friend and her boyfriend. Fuck that you thought, you donât need a man.
âFuckâ you murmur and miss again. You watch your best friendâs boyfriend score another one and of course, you have to drink again. But just when youâre about to get the ball from drink, a strangerâs hand was quick to get the cup, remove the ball and drink the alcohol.
âMind if I join and help you win?â He flashed you a dimpled smile that immediately made you smile back at him. You take back what you said earlier, maybe you do need someone.
âCome on! Let him in, maybe heâs a better competitionâ your best friend shouts once again. Oh, youâre very happy that youâre not going to the same college.
As you welcome the handsome stranger and gave him the honor of throwing the ball, you warned him first that your opponents can be very annoying but he doesn't seem to care and just let out a small laugh. Cocky you thought, but confidence looks sexy on him.
And finally. Fucking finally, your best friend had a taste of her own medicine.
âIâm Jaehyun by the way,â he was lowkey flirting with you and youâre not stupid to not notice. âHere, Iâll teach you how to throwâ he put the ball in your palm and stood behind you, hands on your waist to keep you steady, arms raised together, and you swear his lips were so near at your nape that you got shivers whenever he talks. âlet the ball bounce near a cup and it will land on oneâ he added. But how can you score if heâs making it hard for you? You did it anyways, threw the ball near a cup and he was right. It landed on the cup you wish to aim and finally, youâre starting to have fun.
The game went on and you and Jaehyun flirted, talked, and exchange deep glances the entire game but winning it at the same time. His one hand is always around your waist even if it's not necessary whenever heâs the one throwing the ball, and whenever the other team scores, heâs the one drinking the alcoholic beverage for you.
At the end of the game, you and Jaehyun won the golden prize which is very awkward when he showed it to you.
âAll that frustration and competition for a condom?â you canât believe that the prize is a single condom.
âWe donât have to use it, it can just be our trophy you knowâ he let out a small laugh and put the condom in his pocket, and changed the subject.
As the night went deeper, you and Jaehyun had your own little world in that corner at the kitchen with a beer in your hand while you talk about your interest from music to movies. It was pretty crowded but no one seems to care especially Jaehyun because he loves how incredibly close he is to you right now. Until a drunk person bumped Jaehyun and he accidentally spilled his beer on your blouse. Seems like the universe is making a way for you two to eventually hook up and use the condom.
âShit-shit!â Jaehyun was panicking at the moment and he doesnât know what to do other than remove his hoodie and cover you with it before anyone sees your see-through blouse and took you somewhere less crowded to help you clean up the mess he put you through.
In a stranger's room upstairs, he locked the door to let you change while he looks for something to dry your clothes with. Luckily, he saw a hairdryer and quickly plugged it in beside the bed and started drying your shirt.
You were conscious for some time, clinging to a stranger's blanket with nothing but your pants underneath it. You watch Jaehyun dry your bra, checking it from time to time if it's ready to go. And when it's finally dry, he hands it to you with an awkward smile but still managed to make your heart beat fast. âIâm really sorry,â he started, a quickly avoided his gaze from you again as you turn your back from him, put down the blanket, and wear your bra like there's no one with you.
âIt was an accident, donât beat yourself up,â you said, thereâs no way heâs going to let this go youâre sure of it, so with all your bravery, you came closer to him while he's busy drying your blouse and kissed him on the cheek. âYou've been saving me the whole night. You saved me from boredom and from losing and now, you're drying my clothes. So sweet of you,â you added and looked at him sweetly, resting your forehead on his and making the moment even more intense by putting down the blanket in front of him. Allowing him to see you with only wearing your bra and pants, inviting him to make this moment unforgettable for the two of you.
Of course, he's not stupid and did exactly what you had in mind. In one swift moved his lips are on your lips, hands on your shoulders to put your bra straps down, and you unclasped your bra and threw it on the floor before you started to kiss him more intensely.
Jaehyun kissed you exactly how you wanted to be kissed, with want and with lust. His breath and the sound of wet kisses sounded perfect as it surrounds the room. You felt him bite your neck then feel him smile against your skin when his intentions of turning you on even more is working.
Kisses became deeper, playful, and wet when he started to go down to your chest and started kissing the valley between your boobs. His big hands knead your right boob, while his left hand is placed on your waist. Oh when his tongue brushed on your nipple for the first time, you rolled your head back and arched your back as if you wanted him to do more and play more with your boobs.
And just like that the cold night became warm and you feel it getting warmer and warmer by every second and itâs all because of Jaehyun.
He flashed a dimpled smile at you when he saw that you're more than liking what he's doing to you and stopped to open the lampshade. The room was immediately softly illuminated which you thought is romantic even though everything thatâs happening right now is totally unplanned.
"Your boobs have spit all over, wait let me get that for you" you were just about to tell him that it's fine but he was quick to remove his shirt and reveal his godlike body right before your eyes. âIf you just want to kiss and touch the whole night, Iâm fine with that but I am very horny right now that I got you covered with spit,â he said while wiping his spit from your boobs and chest using his shirt. Â
If youâre perfectly honest, youâre nervous about what can happen in the next few minutes. But thereâs no way in hell that youâre going to let this pass, itâs not every day a handsome man is eager to fuck you. You just have to suck it up, not tell him that youâre a virgin, perform and look like you know what youâre doing. "No, it's fine I'm horny too" and you proved it by kissing him again, cupping his face with both of your hands, and with all your strength you roll on top of him. "Wait here," you said as you push him back on the mattress when he tried to get a hold of you.
You went down from the bed to remove your pants and underwear, he did the same as quickly as he can and you think he's cute for being excited to fuck. You crawled in between his legs, sat nicely on top of him but the impatient guy sat up and met your lips again. One hand supporting his weight, one hand on your waist. "You're so fucking beautiful I'm having a hard time to breath for the last few minutes" he whispers so sexily while kissing your jaw, leaving his mark to remind you the next day about tonight.
For a minute, you felt shy because you've never been naked with someone in bed. But the way Jaehyun kisses you makes you trust him, the way he touches your body with care make you want him more. And again, those fucking lips just made you roll your hips against his hardening cock and it made you both moaned so good that he asked you to do it again. And so you did.
Letting his cock slide in between your folds is a new feeling for you. Not even grinding on your vibrator will give you such an amazing feeling. Grinding on Jaehyun's cock while his mouth plays with your boobs felt fucking good that your grip on his locks tightens but he doesn't care. But for someone untouched like you, you made sure you never forget the feeling whenever his tongue swirls while you roll your hips, how he bites your nipples whenever he feels you're slowing down, and the vibrations that share with you whenever he grunts a little too loud and you feel it all over your body.
Soon Jaehyun switched places with you, putting you underneath him to catch his breath and stop himself from cumming. He reached for your hand and hold it dearly, kissing your knuckles and the back of your hand. âForgive me if I become rough tonight, I can promise an aftercare donât worry,â he says and gave you one last kiss before he pulls away and gets the condom from the pocket of his discarded pants. Putting the protection in front of you to assure you, thank goodness to that condom you thought.
As soon as he crawls back in between your legs again, his hand moved around your body like heâs telling you he owns you, smiling in between kisses whenever he accidentally tickles you. Hands slipping in between your thighs and fingers brushed automatically on your very wet slit. You jolt because of the new feeling but careful not to show Jaehyun that this is your first time being finger fucked. So you closed your eyes to avoid his gaze but Jaehyun gave your ass a tight squeeze and put his thumb on your wet slit, admiring how wet he made you already which made you open your eyes again and moan his name deliciously.
âI like the sound of that,â he says, kissing your neck and down Jaehyun goes, kissing your body until he reaches your pussy to give you few licks before he fucks you.
The way he licked your wet folds made your toes curl and your legs spread even wider. Pushing his head away, crushing his head with your legs then spreading it wide again, and begged him but youâre not sure what for. Â
âJae- you eat pussy like a proâ or maybe youâre just telling that because itâs your first time being eaten out. That even the way he puts the right amount of force to stop your legs from closing whenever he flicks his tongue is perfect. And when he saw you relaxing and can handle the pleasure already, his hands cupped both of your boobs and pinched your nipples, making you moan his name loudly âJae!-â and arch your back as a sign that youâre almost there, and if he doesnât stop soon you might cum now.
But of course, Jaehyun didnât stop and made you cum using his tongue for the first time tonight. Your legs felt like jelly and you can even feel that your pussy is still sensitive. âThought itâs going to be just a few licks?â you said weakly, wiping your pussy juices from his chin and planting a soft kiss on his lips as a thank you, but he doesnât know that.
âChanged my mind, you taste good. I might even go for another round-â
And right before he goes down on you again, you stopped him and told him youâre still sensitive. Which thankfully he listened and kissed you instead of licking you. And when youâre finally good to go again, he holds you by your ankles, kiss your neck and touch your body for a few seconds before he finally lines his cock on your very wet slit. Sliding it up and down, teasing you and making you horny and even more aroused. Â
When he finally pushed his cock in your hole, Jaehyun thought his dick will slide in smoothly because, one, he thought youâre not a virgin anymore and two, youâre dripping on the sheets but still heâs having a hard time pushing in. Then he saw your face, contorting like youâre in pain rather than seeing you furrow your brows, part your lips, and make beautiful sounds.
For you, it fucking hurts and you would rather suck it up than tell him youâre still a virgin and ruin the mood. But the man on top of you is not stupid and surprisingly he pulled out slowly and came closer to your body once again to face you, âIâm about to be your first time, am I right? Youâre so tight and Iâve never encountered a hole like that ever since my first fuckâ
Busted you thought. You thought of any more ways to get out of this situation but he looks like heâs okay with it. âAre you mad?â you asked shyly and avoiding his stare.
âNoâ he admitted, âActually Iâm turned on. But Iâll go slow and sorry if I hurt you at first. Want to try again?â
You nod oh eagerly to his question and finally, you can breathe and enjoy the moment. He gave you a few kisses before he continues and went back to lining his cock, he made you wrap your arms around his neck and asked you to spread your legs even wider. And when he pushed in again, thereâs that good stretch youâve been hearing so much about. The feeling of Jaehyunâs cock go slowly inside you was incredibly good even though heâs not fucking you raw right now.
âThe condom is thin-â he grunts and moaned a few times, âyouâre so tight. And fuck you look hot. Does it feel good now?â he whispers and started to roll his hips once which made you both moan and let out sharp gasps.
He fucks you slow and deep until the sting from the stretch is replaced by pleasure. You rake his body with your nails, holding him on his nape, and grab a fistful of hair whenever he tries to give you a powerful thrust which you loved so you asked for more.
He sat on his knees and pull away from your body then immediately gave you a hard thrust, watching your boobs bounce with lidded eyes, kneading them whenever he wants to. In a matter of few minutes, his thrust became animalistic that your head is dangling on the edge of the bed, moaning and gasping sharply but the man above you kept on fucking you hard, savoring the condom and trying not to cum so soon. So whenever heâs on edge, he pulls out immediately and spreads kisses around your body, sucking your boobs until your nipples are swollen, playing with your slit until youâre cumming for the third time tonight using his fingers.
âNot yet, I want more time with you,â he says while kissing your neck and reaching for your hand to intertwine it with his.
âJaehyun, I canât take it anymore. Please cum alreadyâ you begged with ragged breaths.
âFine, fine. Since you asked nicely, but promise me to give me your number after we fuckâ
âI will if you make me cum using your dickâ he was amused by your answer and effortlessly flipped you on your stomach and asked you to put your ass in the air. He kissed your shoulders first, making you feel safe before the grand finale. Hands on your ass while he slowly thrust in again and fuck, he does make your knees weak.
âYou were just a virgin a few minutes ago, but now youâre begging huh, okayâ he says before he gave you a hard thrust that made you land flat on your stomach but he was quick to lift your hips again and give you another hard thrust.
Thrust after thrust you feel the impact in your body and for sure your body will be sore the next day. You call his name over and over again but youâre not sure what youâre begging for because he is fucking you good. Hard but good. And when finally Jaehyun is on edge for the nth time tonight, he did not pull out and kept fucking you but this time he doubled his pace that you can only hear skin slapping and his beautiful moans.
âFuck Jaehyun- Iâm cumming again, donât you dare fucking stopâ you grip the sheets and arch your back more, taking every thrust Jaehyun gives you and shut your eyes close as you let go and cum for the fourth time tonight.
Thrust
Thrust
Thrust
He gave you three powerful thrusts before you both flop on the mattress and catch your breath together. Your bodies were warm and sweaty, the room smelled like sex but no one cares. You feel bad to the owner of this bed.
While you catch your breath and calm yourself down, Jaehyun busies himself with discarding the condom and looking for something to cover your exposed body before he makes a wrong decision like asking you for round two.
âThanksâ you said weakly when he covered you with the blanket.
âI hope youâre okay with me being your firstâ he says and lies beside you again, keeping you close to him.
âIâm more than okay with itâ you kissed him on the lips like youâre keeping a souvenir, âI hate to ruin this moment that we shared but, we have to go back to the partyâ you watch him shook his head no and pretended to be asleep, âMhmm. Come on, Iâll help you get dressedâ you added.
To be perfectly honest Jaehyun wanted to stay with you for a few more minutes, he wanted to know more about you, he wanted to hold your hand just a little bit longer. âStay with meâ he asks of you, but you refused with a heavy heart. You exchanged cellphone numbers of course, but when you two got back to the party, hand in hand and back to flirting with each other, your friends are quick to get a hold of you. and the next thing you know youâre inside your friendâs car, on your way home and you couldnât stop thinking about him.
On the next day, you woke up very sore and you couldnât walk properly but the thought of what happened last night just makes you smile and all giggly. You waited for his text the whole day, checking your phone from time to time and hoping that whenever it beeps, Jaehyunâs name is on the screen but no.
You thought that waiting for him for a day is normal, maybe he got hungover and slept the whole day. But after a few days later, still you got no texts from him and that part is not normal anymore. You started to think that youâre just a one-time thing for him and you feel stupid for even thinking that Jaehyun can and eventually pursue you.
Everything that happened that night, should be forgotten and you should enjoy the remaining months of your summer before you finally move in to your college dorm. On top of that, you deleted his number and tried to forget the man who made you feel good in bed for the first time.
Now that youâre weeks away from officially being a college student, you decided to settle in your college dorm as early as now so you can have more time to know your dorm mates. Little did you know, that the world is incredibly small and you will end up being dorm mates with Jaehyun alongside his best friend Johnny who welcomed you with a big bear hug like youâve known each other for years.
Itâs not that you werenât happy to see him when he opened the door for you, itâs just that... it was such an awkward moment because youâve seen each other naked and... he didnât call you back. Nonetheless, you pretended to know each other for the first time today, shake his hand and give him a hug. Which you didnât want to end so soon.
âHey, uhm⊠glad to see you settle inâ he started and closed your door so Johnny would not hear whatever conversation youâre about to have.
âYeah, thank you for welcoming me warmly. Johnny is sweet by the wayâ you said awkwardly while folding your clothes and putting them in your cabinet.
âUh, about that. Uhm, can you uh-â
âNot tell him that something happened between us?â he nods slowly at what you said, âsureâ you wanted to scoff so bad and throw a fit at him, but you didnât want to ruin your move in day and just shrugged it off.
Starting that day, you tried your best not to be awkward with Jaehyun and really try your best to forget about the sex. The sex that felt good, the sex that can make your toes curl by just merely thinking about it. Although you had a hard time because whenever you touch yourself at night, you remember everything that happened between you two and you end up fantasizing about fucking Jaehyun again. But now that youâre living with him and you see him every day, it's not just about the sex now.
During the summer you were convinced that Jaehyun is a guy who had sex with you and left you hanging. But seeing him every day and knowing him even more by living together, the truth about Jaehyun slapped you so hard that you even liked him even more now. He is a warm person, whose heart is full of care and compassion, or maybe even more than that.
Eventually, you did forget about the sex and your little crush on Jaehyun. Thank goodness, you thought. You couldnât have done it without a few hookups during your freshman year. And when everything is all nice and pleasant again between you and Jaehyun, you became good friends and started to look after each other.
You were like family in that small dorm during your starting years together. The two giant knows how to cook so a good meal is never a problem, you have study sessions whenever itâs needed and whenever someone is going through something, you were there for each other.
It was great and comforting because you do everything together. But not until Jaehyun realized that heâs not immune to your charms anymore and now heâs falling for you. Hard.
Over the years of living together, Jaehyun saw your true colors. Now he knows youâre more than just a hookup. You were a gem that he found in a strangerâs party and he was such a fool for not calling you back during the summer. Itâs true what they say that regrets are always at the end. Now he can only admire you and love you in ways where he canât ruin this amazing friendship that you have.
Jaehyun endured every heartbreak whenever he sees you with another man or hearing you moan from the other side of the room whenever you and your boyfriend have sex. And when that jerk broke your heart, his broke two times than yours because he canât do anything to ease your pain, make you realize your true worth and help you move on.
âYou donât need that guy,â Jaehyun says as he pulls you for a hug while Johnny massages your toes. The two giants were a good support system, not to mention they really want to beat your exâs butt but you told them âthanks but, no donât do thatâ. And while youâre crying in Jaehyunâs arms, staining his hoodie with your tears, he promised to himself that he will never hurt you or make you cry.
Now that heâs frustrated and mad at himself because he canât help you, he decided to help himself instead. He watched on the sides and used different girls to make him forget about you, which is hardly impossible by now because even the little things you do make him crazy. Like whenever you ask him to eat dinner with you when Johnny is out for work, or whenever you take care of him when he goes home batshit drunk and canât even stand up straight.
For Jaehyun, his college years were all about yearning. Yearning for you, your attention, your touch, and your love. But even though youâre now single and have already moved on from your ex, he still canât confess his feelings for you because he believes that you deserve someone better than him. Jaehyun knew he hurt you already, and he will not forgive himself if he does it again. Â
Senior year
In a middle of a busy cafeteria, you, Johnny, and Jaehyun are thinking of ways how to earn money for your dorm rent. This semester made you guys bring out a lot of cash because of books and some of your rent money was needed to sacrifice for education. But now that you guys are a month late with your rent, you have no idea where to get cash knowing all too well that your parents wonât chip in.
âI could sell some of my clothesâ Jaehyun suggested while drinking his coffee.
âDude your clothes are all black, no one would ever buy thoseâ Johnny bites back just to annoy his friend. âThough girls will buy it because itâs from you-â
âStop it with your nonsense Johnâ
âOr! You can sell some of your nudes, I already know a lot of buyersâ Johnny added with an annoying smile.
âOr you two can just fuck each other because youâre the hottest guys on campus but your asses are brokeâ you tease them further but you have no idea that you just gave out the solution to all your problems. âWhat?â you asked them as they both smile at you, shy for no reason, and eyeing each other like theyâre having a secret conversation using their eyes.
Johnny clears his throat before he starts, âYou just suggested to make porn⊠and porn is good money. A few students do it these daysâ he clears his throat again before he continues, âWe know because we watch porn-â
âOkay, I donât need to know that part. What are you saying? Are you suggesting we make porn?â you said, eyes big as you look at them. Â
âYou suggested it. Not us. But yeah. Itâs good money Y/nâ Johnny once again explained.
âWell, okay. Iâll hold the camera while you two fuck. How do we do this?â you avoid their eyes as your body heats the more you talk.
âNuh-uh, Iâm not fucking Johnnyâ Jaehyun announces.
âNope. Me too Iâm not fucking Jaehyun, you choose Y/n. No hard feelings, but consider the sizeâ he winks but you know that heâs just joking.
Good thing the awkward conversation was cut when your alarm went off and you have to go to your next class. You gather your stuff and told them to think of better ways to earn money because thereâs no way youâre having sex with any of them. Especially not with Jaehyun.
The idea of making money through porn crosses your mind every five minutes and you canât concentrate with your class. Plus, your landlord kept on sending messages reminding you that in three days, youâre going to be two months late with the rent. But still, whenever you imagine having sex with any of them, it gives you great goosebumps and you canât handle the awkwardness anymore.
After your class, you were spacing out and still weighing things over regarding the porn making, and unexpectedly, one of your friends brought up âamateur pornâ and youâve never been so nervous in your life. She was talking about how she and her boyfriend went live for a good twenty minutes and they made loads of cash, âand guess what, itâs all for fun! We were really just fooling around but apparently, people do love those kinds of stuff and they pay good moneyâ
Your mouth almost fell when she mentioned the cash they earned for only twenty minutes. And in that twenty minutes, you can cover one month's rent pay already. You just have to cum in front of thousands of people. So with a mind blinded by the possibility of earning too much cash, you said yes to the idea of making porn. The only question is, with whom?
Johnny and Jaehyun stood in front of you as they wait for your answer after telling them what your friend told you about making porn. Of course you picked Jaehyun. Not because you miss him, and not because you have history, but because you donât want to be awkward with Johnny. While Jaehyun on the other hand is feeling proud and hopeful behind that poker face of his, he thought that you chose him because you already know whatâs in store for you if you fuck with him again and of course he thought that maybe you miss him.
âJohnny doesnât really need to hold the camera for us right? We can just place it, and secure it somewhereâ you added and watch Jaehyun agree without looking at you.
âYou two have the place tomorrow night then. M-make sure you raise the quota and cover three months of payment... for safetyâ Johnny says to Jaehyun and you with a smile that says, âthank goodness I didnât have to watch you both fuckâ.
Before you sleep tonight, unexpectedly Jaehyun paid you a visit. And thereâs that nervous feeling again, you feel like youâre back in your freshman days when you donât know what to do whenever you see Jaehyun and you just have to pretend that nothing is bothering you.
Breathing in and out, you opened the door quickly and went back to your bed and under the covers to cover your exposed legs. Little did you know that Jaehyun already saw that youâre not wearing anything besides your lacy panties and an oversized shirt.
âYour ears are red,â you teased him.
âWell next time you should wear pajamas instead of your underwear to sleepâ he winked and placed the mask that youâre going to be using tomorrow and sat on the edge of your bed. Â
âWhat are you? A stranger? Youâre so far, come hereâ you invited him under your sheets and lie in bed face to face like nothings bothering you two. You put your hand above his head and feel his soft locks, careful not to grip so hard and hurt the man you used to have feelings for.
This is why Jaehyun canât move on from you. You always make him feel like heâs your favorite person in the world.
âAre you going to leave me hanging again after we have sex tomorrow?â You confronted him.
âThatâs impossible now, we live togetherâ he giggles and catches your hand so he could hold it.
âJust promise me after the sex tomorrow weâll still be friendsâ you felt his grip loosen up like he became hopeless like he didnât like what you just said.
âI was actually going to say that I want us to try again. Get things right this timeâ
And in that very moment, your world stopped and your body feels hot, suddenly youâre sweating and your heart is beating faster. To be honest you donât know what to say.
Then,
âKidding. Iâm kidding. Just making you laugh before you sleep, and y-yeah. I promise nothing will change between us, cross my heartâ he got up from your bed, turned off the lights and turned on your lampshade. âSleep well okay?â
And just like that, he left again. You donât know if you were relieved that it was only a joke or your heart broke because deep inside, youâre waiting for him to tell you that ever since Freshman year. Nonetheless, you do what you do best. Sleep it off and pretend nothing happened.
On the next day, you were at the kitchen preparing breakfast and spacing out while you flip pancakes. Most of them got burnt and you blame Jaehyun for that.
âI told you to sleep, didnât I?â
There he goes again, startling you and flashing a very handsome smile at you like youâre not about to do something stupid later. âJohnny went to work early and took an overtime tonight just so you wonât get shyâ he hands you a glass of water, figured you might need one because you looked so tensed.
âWe can always text him when we're doneâ you added, he nods. And thereâs the awkward silence again.
You finish your breakfast in one go, not even looking at Jaehyun. Usually, during breakfast, you talk mostly about your plans within the day but given the situation right now, obviously, you donât want to know his plans because that includes you. Good thing the day went on normally. You cleaned the living room, he cleaned the kitchen, you cleaned your room, he cleaned his. You saw him changing his bedsheets and you think thatâs a sweet gesture, you wanted to tease him but that wonât help you with your nervousness so you just smiled at him when he caught you looking.
When itâs finally afternoon and youâre going to fuck live in a few minutes, you were surprised at what he did to his room just so you wonât get nervous anymore. The golden ray of afternoon light was perfect and helped you calm in no time, Jaehyun lit some scented candles and lowered the thermostat of his air conditioning so you wonât get cold.
âThought I should make this special- not that Iâm saying our first wasnât â he rambles and scratches his head, ears turning red and now you can see that heâs nervous too. âBut come on, I want to do right for youâ he caresses your shoulders and nods his head as a signal that you two needed to start.
The mood was nothing like your first, there was no sexual tension or any sign of desire to fuck each other. In other words, he looked like heâs just doing this for the dorm rent and you are too. Thatâs why maybe stripping in front of Jaehyun while your back is against him was easier than you thought. But you didnât know that the man was craving for you. He wanted to be the one removing your clothes while his lips roam on your neck, make you feel good and wanted just before the live starts. He wanted to do that.
âRemember your promise okay?â You put on your mask and Jaehyun did too. He was still fully clothed and while youâre lying in his bed comfortably, watching him strip in front of you but not for you. The camera is right above your head so the viewers can imagine that they are the ones having sex with Jaehyun. If that won't give you a lot of money then you donât know what will.
Jaehyun was a natural, you wanted to tell him that he does look like a pornstar but youâre not allowed to talk. When he finally crawled on the bed, straight between your legs and spread them according to his want, a shiver went straight to your spine and immediately made you wet. He shamelessly kissed your inner thighs first and went all the way up until he reaches your lips.
Finally. You both thought.
But his kisses were different and you wonder why. You feel like youâre not kissing Jaehyun because you know how his kiss can affect you, although his touch was still the same. He can still make you jolt and part your lips with just using his fingers and a few teasing here and there. And when he finally put his cock inside you, thatâs the part where you finally believe that Jaehyun is indeed the one in bed with you right now. You will never forget how that cock feels inside you, âI miss youâ he whispered very softly, hoping that the viewers did not hear it.
Time flies so fast that the live will end in ten minutes now and Jaehyun has been fucking you deep and slow like heâs savoring the feeling again. When you heard him grunt and moan, that made your toes curl and clench accidentally around him. Making him groan a little louder and fuck you a bit faster. You moaned so loud just so he knows youâre very much close to your high, and in just a few minutes you both cum together and the next thing you know heâs pulling out and letting his cum land on top of your pussy lips for the viewerâs pleasure.
Fuck you wish he didnât pull out.
He grabbed his phone from above you and turned the damn timer off because you may not know, but the timer was screaming at him that his time with you is over. You removed your mask and he removed his too. And there you saw tears in his eyes, or maybe those are sweat? Nonetheless, you asked him whatâs wrong and made him look at you. But instead of answering your question, he kissed you. Hands on both sides and cupping your face as he kisses you deeper.
And thereâs that kiss youâve been waiting for. The kiss that youâve been wanting to experience again for years and years. You shouldnât be happy, but youâre actually genuinely happy that your rent pay is late and you get to do this again with Jaehyun.
âI missed you tooâ finally you said it.
He smiled so sweetly to you and went back to the kiss, spreading your legs again, checking your slit if youâre still wet. And without further ado, he thrust in. Slowly again, but this time heâs proving a point. Like heâs telling you something. And now that you can see his face, you canât help but feel excited and the butterflies in your stomach are very much excited too that you were smiling in between kisses.
âRide meâ he says, and effortlessly he trades places with you. Holding you on your back, lips still locked like youâre not planning to stop any time soon. And for your own pleasure, you guided his hands and made him knead your boobs. He did more than kneading, Jaehyun sucked your nipples and pinched them to hear you moan.
âA lot has changed Jaeâ you said, pushing him down to the mattress and intertwined your fingers with his, kissed them and placed them on your hips. You started rolling your hips without a warning, making the man underneath you close his eyes and part his lips. There are many things you wanted to do with him now that you had the privilege to ride him, but you decided to go hard because this might be the last time youâre going to fuck Jaehyun again.
You ride him like you didnât have sex for years. Skin slapping from rolling your hips faster than he expected, letting your boobs bounce in front of him and letting him touch them whenever he wants to. âItâs hard to pull out when youâre on top, want to switch places?â He was struggling to talk, obviously heâs trying so hard not to cum yet but youâre good at what youâre doing.
âNot tonightâ and that promise just made Jaehyun moan deliciously like heâs excited to cum now just so he can experience cumming inside you.
âY-yeah. Thatâs right Y/n fuck me. Oh you fuck me so good! Shit- why did I ever let you go. Fuckâ
The thing is, you love seeing him all fucked up and love hearing him praise the way you fuck him... but he chose the wrong words. And those words went straight to your heart. The words âWhy did I ever let you go?â repeated over and over again while you ride so fast that youâre overstimulating him already. He was begging for you to stop but it was too late when you heard him.
When you finally stopped, you see his cum dripping from your pussy even though youâre not yet removing his cock from you. You catch your breath for a second and came closer to Jaehyun. Good thing he has enough strength to hug you and roll you to the mattress so he could have the honor to pull his cock out.
âYouâre right a lot has changed,â he says because his silly crush on you grew and grew and now heâs completely in love with you. âLetâs not shower together, Iâm afraid Iâll lure you to have shower sex with meâ
âAnd whatâs so wrong about thatâ you bite back.
âOh so youâre confident now huh,â he kissed you once again, and shit you never want him to leave your lips.
But every good thing comes to an end. You went back to your room and showered separately, as planned and when you went to the living room, he was all cleaned up and looking so fresh. He was wearing his glasses, hair almost covering his eyes, he looked cozy in his oversized shirt and his favorite plaid pajamas. âCome here,â He pats the seat next to him, signaling you to come watch Netflix with him. Surprisingly, his arms wrapped around you and kept you close to him, subtly smelling your shampoo. He giggled at the thought of imagining you taking a shower while smiling because the sex was fucking awesome.
He played a movie and watched it with you just so he can still keep you close to him. Not even halfway through the movie, he caught you sleeping soundly on his lap and slowly covered your exposed legs with the blanket on the couch. He pats and pats your head until his attention was no longer in the movie that heâs watching but his mind lingers to what happened earlier and eventually fell asleep beside you too.
It was very late when Johnny went home and caught you two all snuggled up on the couch, snoring and slept through to what you were watching. He had a hunch that you two had a great time, smiled and turned off the TV, and wished you both a good night's sleep.
âI have bad newsâ Johnny announces as you and Jaehyun wake up together on the couch, all smiles and in an incredibly good mood but Johnny was quick to ruin that. âThe money you earned from yesterdayâs live was not enoughâ
You donât know why Jaehyun was still smiling at you even though what Johnny just told you completely ruined your day already. âThatâs not bad news, right?â He whispers to you and gave you a look. âIâm okay with doing it again until we cover everythingâ Jaehyun says to Johnny while you three sit in front of each other, drinking your coffees.
âIâll work double shifts at the radio station- are you fine with doing it again Y/n?â Johnny asks, and for a second there you feel like youâre in the hot seat.
âY-yeah. Iâm okay with itâ you scratch your nape and awkwardly sip your coffee, âitâs easy money, I think if we do more lives we can cover three months payâ
âMore lives it is. Donât worry John, Iâll take other slots at the radio station too for groceries and stuffâ Jaehyun added.
The live fucking continues and so is fooling around with Jaehyun, having better sex every after going live and whenever Johnny is not around. Itâs like playing with fire, but you donât exactly know if what youâre doing is wrong or right because youâre both single, so why are you guys hiding? You donât get it, but you just go with the flow, enjoy whatâs happening and hope for the best.
Every sex you have grown more and more intense to the point that your beds are moving and that gives you better reviews in live fucking. Not to mention the money is better now and youâre saving up faster than expected. But whenever the camera is off and youâre having sex without an audience, you guys fuck like youâre together and you love each other.
Sweet love bites here and there, sincere praises and longer kisses. For Jaehyun he feels like heâs having a dream because he gets to do the things he wanted to do with you. Remove your clothes while kissing you, whisper the things he has been holding back to say for years, and make you feel loved and important.
And just like the sex, your cuddling session became even warmer and sweeter. Cuddling after you take a shower has always been your thing, he visits you in your room with damped hair and you help him dry his hair, Netflix and chill, or order in and have a great meal together.
Days went by and youâre getting used to this sweet Jaehyun and you well know thatâs dangerous. But you love every dangerous thing about Jaehyun. The following days grew extremely sweet and intimate. You sleep in his room every night and basically do everything together from now on. The only time you two were apart is during class hours but after that, Jaehyun is right outside your classroom waiting for you.
âWhat are you doing?â you giggle and try to finish the book youâre reading in bed when Jaehyun suddenly entered your room, crawled on your bed, and went in between your legs. Removing your glasses for safety, inviting you to fuck while Jaehyun nibs your ear and caress your legs. Oh his kisses always make your head turn and ask for more.
âJohnny is not around and I just took a shower, hmm? What do you say?â He uses that cute tone that can always make you stop what youâre doing and say yes to him. Forget the book, you can finish it later.
Removing your shorts and underwear while he continuously kisses you, smiling and giggling while he whispers âyou always look prettyâ before he removes your shirt and exposes your boobs to him. You tried getting up and help him remove his clothes, but he stopped you and kissed you down on the mattress. âNu-uh. Stay there Iâll treat you good tonightâ he winked and proceeds to remove his clothes in between your spread legs, your hands roam freely in his well sculpted and fucking beautiful body.
Then he reached for your phone and took a nice picture while you two are kissing. The sound of the camera clicking made your eyes open, âsend me this picture later. So I can stop missing youâ you smiled and nod, then Jaehyun took one too many pictures so he could focus on you again. When heâs finally contented with all the pictures he got, he finally thrust in deep and slow while his mouth is sucking one of your nipples and he looks incredibly handsome.
This time, itâs you who grabbed your phone and took some pictures of him sucking your boobs and making you feel good, taking some pictures of his cock inside your pussy while he thrusts. Jaehyun had the idea of taking a video while you two fuck but this time, itâs for his and your eyes only. He took the phone from you and recorded how he fucks you good, and did not miss the part where you part your lips and moan.
âJaehyun Iâm almost thereâ you moan out, fingerings raking his nape or on his beautiful body. He puts the camera on the bedside table with a perfect angle of him fucking you, without masks or any cover. He intertwines his fingers with yours before he fucks you hard and fast. The camera thatâs recording everything was completely forgotten and Jaehyun focused on making you feel good, making you cum at least two times using his dick and his fingers.
After your second high you were so exhausted that you were breathing heavily and Jaehyun is helping you to calm down while kissing your boobs and sucking them playfully. Even your cute moments like this was caught on camera and Jaehyun was more than happy about it.
âYou okay? Want to cum for the third time?â He reached for your phone, stop the recording and went back in between your legs again and kiss you wherever he wants. You didnât answer him âyesâ because to be completely honest you were still exhausted and he understood you well. For a good quiet minutes he was just staring at you, flashing his dimples, raking his fluffy hair and biting his lips at the same time. The silence felt good and not the usual awkward silence you have.
âThe next live that we will be doing is going to be our last. And our dorm rent will be settled in no timeâ he started.
âAnd?â
âIâll miss youâ
Ouch. You wish he kept the quietness and peace instead. Just as you thought that life will now let you be with Jaehyun peacefully, here comes the heartbreak again. Truth is Jaehyun is still scared and very much afraid to hurt you thatâs why he just wanted to fix himself before he could date you officially. He didnât want to pursue his feeling with you just because you did porn together and fucked live, no you deserve better than that.
He loves you. So much, but heâs not ready yet.
You wanted to shout at him and asked him what else does he want from you? He is so good at making you feel like youâre always not enough for him and that makes your mind go crazy. He did it again. He left you hanging again when youâve completely fallen in love with him. Turns out heâs not willing and ready to catch you. But as usual, you do what you do best. Shrugged it off and continue to live like itâs not bothering you. Â
The live fucking and porn making stopped for a while because you and Jaehyun have final exams. And the awkwardness between you and Jaehyun came back in no time, nonetheless, it was a good week to have a breather and to let yourself think straight. But still, you canât help but think about everything and miss Jaehyun.
âAre you on your way home?â Johnny asks Jaehyun through the phone.
âYeah, just buying us dinnerâ Â
âGood. Y/n is on her periodâ
âAm I suppose to be happy because I didnât get her pregnant?â He chuckled proudly and having no clue what Johnny was saying.
âTake care of her she has period cramps dumb ass!â
âOh right- right⊠sorry. Okay, yeahâ
When Jaehyun arrived with the stuff that Johnny told him to buy for you and the dinner Jaehyun bought you, you were twisting in hurt inside your room grunting and very vocal about the pain while you hug the hot compress Johnny left you when Jaehyun entered your room.
âAh- fuck it hurtsâ you groan and curl yourself, pressing that hot compress more on your lower abdomen and endure your period cramps. Jaehyun is just so sweet to stay beside you and rub your back while he watches you suffer.
âI want to help. Do you need anything other than that hot compress?â He was concerned and willing to make you feel better.
âNothing Iâm fine. Youâre so sweetâ you said in a little irritated tone but youâre not actually irritated with him. He scrolls through his phone with one hand, while the other is rubbing and caressing your back to give you comfort.
âGoogle says sex is good when-â
âIâm not having period sex with you, Jaehyunâ but you do want him to touch you. Stupid hormones. Stupid period. It just makes you crave for him even more, desperate for even a kiss, or even just with his body closer to you.
âAre you horny?â He asks without shame, smiling at you and hoping that you say yes.
âI amâ you admitted
âJust say yes, I got youâ he was like seducing you, luring you to sin with him tonight while you bleed. And you like it.
âOkayâ you answered softly. Shy but he knew youâre not that type anymore.
Jaehyun scoop over and went under the covers with you. Giving you that warmth that you need, making your body warm and comfortable, and basically giving everything you want. He intertwines his fingers with you, kissed your knuckles, and then your lips. Softly. Slowly. Itâs every girlâs dream kiss. And just like his kiss, his hand creeps under the covers, all the way down until he reaches your thighs and spread one leg to gain access to your hole.
âW-wait. Let me just remove the tamponâ shyly you inform him and discarded it quickly under the covers and throw it into the trash bin. Going back to the comfort that Jaeyun is giving you, his hand went back in between your legs and tease your clothed slit the moment youâre back under the covers. Smiling so handsomely and innocently while he lies beside you like heâs not doing something lustful under the covers.
âDo you think this will work-â and just before you finish your question, Jaehyun ran a finger on your very wet slit which turned him on immediately. He flicked his finger, drawing small circles in your nub and listening to you moan while your grip on the sheets tightens and try your best not to close your legs.
âDo you like this?â his lips were very close to your neck and the way he talks to you was so sultry that even his words can make you moan.
âMhmm. F-fuck Jae, my clit is sensitiveâ but your legs say others wise because you spread them even more under the covers and your hips voluntarily move to meet his fingers. When he felt your legs shake and hear your moans become higher than usual, he figured you were close, went on top of you and started to hump your thigh while his hand is inside your now ruined panties reaching deep in your hole making you feel good and over sensitive. Jaehyun grunted so loud and moaned deliciously beside your ear, moving his hips like how he fucks you and you feel his hard cock poke your thigh from the inside of his pants. Soon, Jaehyun came inside his pants and did not care about being embarrassed.
While you were coming down from your high, the man on top of you kept kissing you like youâre all that matters to him. Even though you well know that youâre just fooling yourself.
The night ended with Jaehyun sleeping beside you and further taking care of you after you both cleanup. But you woke up the next day without him beside you and thankfully, Johnny came out of nowhere to rescue you from your ugly thoughts. He came into your room with a cup of coffee and some bread for you, smiling like he has no problems in life and to be honest, you love how heâs always like this.
Since both of you donât have classes today, you went to the groceries with Johnny and had a nice dinner at a fast food he loves. It felt great. It felt great to be with a guy whoâs not Jaehyun. The man always keeps you on your toes and you feel like your head is always in the clouds whenever youâre with him but Johnny, he keeps you grounded.
âShoot. The landlord is really testing me- he wants the money tonight or else they have to kick us out tomorrow. Fuck!â He says typing aggressively on his phone, telling Jaehyun immediately.
âWere not due until next week why are they doing this to us. We have no choice but to go live thenâ you said calmly, unbothered as much as possible because you just want this to be over now and move on from Jaehyun.
âYou can't. You have your period and Jaehyun is not available- fuck why is he not picking upâ
âThere are other ways to make a guy cum Johnny. Iâm sure you know thatâ you chuckle and shook your head in disbelief.
âStill, Jaehyun is not answeringâ he gave up and put down his phone.
âWell youâre available. I just want this to be over Johnnyâ clearly he didnât expect you to suggest such a thing. You continue to eat your food in silence and so is the man in front of you. Obviously, he was bothered with what you suggested but it appears that he has no choice. You watch him fidget on his phone, maybe heâs not yet done contacting Jaehyun and still hoping that his friend will end up last minute but...
âOkayâ he let a sigh of relief, âI texted Jaehyun that well do it but we're not going to uhm- uh, fuck. Blow job then? No more, no less? A bit of kissing maybe. Tell me what do you want? Iâll be able to do this comfortably if I know that you like what Iâm doing to youâ
âHmm. Okay, letâs start by... be gentle with me. Youâre a big guy and you know... what I meanâ
âI may be big physically but Iâm warm on the inside, being gentle is not a problemâ he smiles and pour you a glass of water before he asks for the bill. âWhat else?â he added.
âTouch me, donât hesitate. If you feel like my jaw needs rest then you can tell me to stopâ he nods and told you he will surely not forget about that.
The conversation went on until you reached home and get ready for the live. Unlike Jaehyun who made you feel so nervous the day you had your first live with him, Johnny makes you feel calm and comfortable the whole time.
Now that youâre in front of Johnny, half naked with only your panties and your mask on, everything happened perfectly. It wasnât perfect but it wasnât awkward too, and quite frankly you had fun with Johnny. Even though the audience noticed that youâre not with Jaehyun right now, they canât help but love Johnnyâs hot body too and the way he fuck your face gently in front of the camera. Hands cupping both sides of your face as he thrust his long, hard and veiny cock in your mouth. Smiling through the pleasure whenever you purposely swirl your tongue and bob your head aggressively.
After the cum-filled and messy live with Johnny, you wired the money to your landlord immediately and secure the rent for good until the three of you graduates. Now you and Johnny can breathe normally after cleaning up and enjoy the warmth of your bed. âDo you like Jaehyun?â He blurted out, trying not to look at your exposed boobs but you roll your body and face the ceiling and so his efforts went to waste.
âYeah but I donât think he likes me enough. Y-you know what I meanâ he shook his head to tell you he has no idea about Jaehyunâs intentions with you.
âJust have patience with him if you like him, after all, youâre the only girl that can do this to himâ
âDo what?â you ask with eagerness.
âDid you really think that I won't notice you two fucking behind my back?â You laughed at what he said and laughed your shyness away, âbut itâs alright. I figured maybe you like each other so I didnât dare stop you twoâ
The giggling and laughing with Johnny under the soft light of your lampshade continued until you passed out and Johnny was the one who helped you get dressed. And on the same night, Jaehyun heard and saw you and Johnny laugh over a half closed door. Seeing your bodies close to each other made his blood boil and became jealous in no time. Thatâs why on the next day, Jaehyun was expressing his anger while you three are gathered in the kitchen. Heâs not saying a word, but he kept on closing the cabinets a little too rough while he prepares his meal. Then it hit you, heâs jealous.
You confronted him and went to his room, closed and locked the door so Johnny won't hear the unpleasant conversation youâre about to have with Jaehyun. âDonât be angry with Johnny, Iâm the one who suggested it-â
âLike thatâs going to make me feel better Y/n. Get out, youâre wasting your timeâ he turned his back and proceeds to fix his bed.
âItâs not like we cheated Jae. Were not togetherâ you blurted as calm as possible. Little did you know that you just triggered something in him that makes him want to punch a wall and pour his anger out but he canât. At least not in front of you. So instead, he shouted at you. So loud that you got scared for a second there.
âYou know, Iâm always afraid to hurt you but you! You donât care if you hurt me!â
âDonât act as if you love me, Jae. You never did. You never even tried!â You shouted back and walked away towards his door, banging it and walked straight to your room with tears in your eyes.
The fight was short but unforgettable.
Later that day, Jaehyun got worried when you didnât eat lunch and dinner and your door was still locked and he can hear you crying from the other side. He kept on knocking at your door until you got annoyed and unlocked it but you covered yourself with your thick sheets.
âCome on why are you crying? Donât cry over a stupid guy like me you donât deserve it. Iâm sorryâ you feel his embrace and rub your back so you know that heâs sincere. And finally, you removed the sheets but still, you donât want to look him in the eye.
You have a lot of questions for Jaehyun, and you think now is the perfect time to cry it all out and let him know what heâs doing to you. Why he didnât text you back the night after you fuck for the first time, why he never ask you out when he promised he would, why heâs jealous all of a sudden.
FLASHBACK (In the middle of junior year)
It was very late already and some crazy person is ringing your doorbell nonstop. This couldnât be Jaehyun or Johnny obviously they donât need to ring the doorbell because they live here and they know the code. Thatâs why you were surprised that Jaehyun is the one ringing it and turns out he is batshit drunk and canât even remember the code. âWhere is Johnny when you need himâ you murmur, âJae, help yourself too. I canât carry you all the way up to the fourth floor,â you said sternly to the handsome guy clinging on to you, breath smells like alcohol, eyes lidded but can still appreciate your beautiful face.
When you finally carried him successfully back to your place, without any hesitation he puked on your sleepwear and smiled so sweetly at you like he did nothing wrong. You wanted to slap him and wake him from his drunken state but Jaehyun was quick with his hands and unbutton your sleepwear and used it to wipe the small amount of puke on the floor.
You cover yourself with your arms and walked straight to your room and get a clean shirt before you take care of Jaehyun. He was murmuring âsorryâ as he sees you walk away from him and weakly sit on the floor with dirty clothes and hope that you will come back to him.
When he sees you all dressed up again with a damped cloth on your hand, he smiled and spread his arms like heâs about to give you a hug. âWhy are you acting cute- here hold this while I remove your socksâ you hand him the damped cloth and proceed to remove his dirty socks and throw it with your dirty sleepwear. He looks at you lovingly as you wipe his face with the utmost care, looking at your lips and thinking about kissing it but no. He may be drunk but he wonât do that to you.
âGo on a date with me,â he says while you continue to wipe his face and help him take off his hoodie. You giggle and boops his nose before you stand and help him to get on his feet, âtry asking me again when youâre soberâ you opened his room door and told him to donât forget to change his pants and greet him good night.
But after a few minutes, youâre all tucked in bed and half asleep already when you feel a pair of arms cage you. You can still smell his breath and figured maybe Jaehyun is clingy like this whenever heâs really drunk, which rarely happens.
âIt's so sweet, knowing that you love me. Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet. Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair. It's so sweetâ he sings a few lines from Sweet by Cigarettes After Sex and smells your hair until his breath tickles your nape.
Sweet. Heâs not only clingy while heâs drunk, but heâs sweet too. âI think I like you more when youâre rarely this drunkâ you turn your body and faced him. Seeing Jaehyun with sleepy eyes, lips curved in a weak smile, but arms conscious enough to keep you near him.
âThen Iâll get drunk every day if that makes you love meâ
But on the next day, he just thanked you for taking care of him and forgot about the date. And on the next few days and following weeks, you hear him fuck different girls and have one night stands every now and then.
BACK TO PRESENT TIME SENIOR YEAR
âI keep on hurting you Iâm sorry. Donât cry, please. I hate that Iâm hurting you. This is the reason why I canât pursue my feelings for you. Iâm a mess and Iâm not readyâ
And just as you thought that this day couldnât get any worse. It just did. You look at Jaehyun as he tells you the truth and admits his true feelings with you. How he fell in love with you but chose not to pursue his feelings because heâs not ready and you deserve better. And from there you stopped listening to him and told him to leave you alone. Jaehyun was speechless and hopeless, he wanted to explain and express his long bottled feelings for you but you donât want to.
All this time you thought that itâs you whoâs lacking thatâs why he canât even try and ask you out. But now that you know the truth and he would rather make you feel small than swallow his pride and try to make things work with you, well you just canât be around him anymore.
Graduation is approaching near and your dorm has been quiet ever since you finished paying the rent and Jaehyun got mad because of what you and Johnny did. You look at the quiet place while you eat your instant noodle and reminisce the good days you spent with the two giants who made your college years unforgettable and happy. Actually, they even made your life easier.
Days become even more lonely now that Jaehyun and Johnny became busy with their last requirements and youâve been alone for a few days now. You wake up without the two boys, go to class or run some errands, they go home but youâre not home, and by the time you arrive home they have shifts to the radio station again.
Today is your birthday and you spend it with some of your classmates which are all sweet and you treat them to dinner. Johnny left a bouquet of flowers on your bed before he left for work, together with a sweet happy birthday card. And Jaehyun⊠well, letâs just say that maybe he forgot about it because being a graduating student makes you busy.
While you were having a nice dream of Jaehyun singing a happy birthday song to you with a small cupcake in his hand, in reality, he woke you up by patting your head and a kiss on your forehead, whispering âIâm sorryâ and kissing your face until youâre awake and whatâs happening right now is finally registering in your mind. You wrapped your arms around him and decided to forgive him for being stupid and accept his apology. âIs this for me?â you point at the chocolate cake on the bedside drawer a blew the candle, making your room dark and only the soft light from your window lights up your room.
âWhat did you wish forâ he came closer to you and rests his forehead on yours. Oh you missed his presence, but all you feel right now is the heartbreak and remember what happened a few weeks ago.
âYou, Jaehyunâ you whisper and closed your eyes, not caring if there are tears in your eyes. Youâre not afraid to show him that you ache for him.
âI told you, I canât-â you didnât want to hurt yourself further and listen to those hurtful words so you kissed him and pulled him on top of you.
Everything happened so fast and naturally. You removed your shorts, he was quick to spread your legs and free his hardening cock. Not even bothering to reach for a condom, he fucked you in the dark and whispered âIâm sorryâ over and over again that it hurts your ear and your heart so you put your thumb in his mouth and let him suck it good while his thrust was slowly picking up the pace and you hear skin slapping surrounds your room
âJaehyun-â you moan his name when you felt that familiar feeling of being on edge but youâre not yet ready to let go. Youâre not yet ready to let him go. So you tried with all your might to clench and stop yourself from cumming but what youâre doing to Jaehyun just makes him want to fuck you more.
And so he did.
He covered your mouth not because he didnât want to let Johnny know that youâre fucking but because he never wants to hear your beautiful moans again. He closed his eyes so he could no longer see your face and dream about you underneath him, and with that, he continues to thrust so harshly that itâs hurting you so good and your grip on his shoulders will surely leave a mark.
Soon you failed and cum before Jaehyun could. You exchanged sharp exhales, gasps, and quiet grunts before he lies beside you and kiss you deeply the whole night. One last time. Â
As expected, you woke up alone in your bed with a sore body. You stretched for a few minutes before you got out of bed and head outside to have breakfast. At first, you thought that you will be alone again today but turns out Johnny is free.
âBelated Happy birthday. Did you like the flowers I got you?â he greets you good morning and gave you a bear hug.
âI did. I put it in a vase, itâs in my room. Thank youâ now that Johnny is here and youâre not alone eating breakfast, you canât help but wish for Jaehyun to be here.
âJaehyun is uhm⊠working. I can take you out today, letâs have dinner and celebrate your birthday again. What do you say?â he offers excitedly and even showed you a great restaurant from his phone.
When the evening comes and you and Johnny should be out by now but you were having a hard time to chose what to wear, Jaehyun arrived out of nowhere with a girl on his shoulders. Someone not familiar and theyâre holding hands.
âI think your friends are going out on a date arenât they babe?â the girl asks Jaehyun, like she's tying to get his attention but Jaehyunâs eyes are glued on you. Eyes that are very much sorry because he didnât mean for you to see his new girlfriend after your birthday. So this is why Johnny was rushing you tonight. He didnât want you to see Jaehyun with his new girlfriend because he knew it will hurt you greatly.
âY/n-â Jaehyun called you but you didnât bother looking back and told Johnny that youâre ready now⊠even though your earrings don't match with your dress. If he can try and be in a relationship with someone else then what does that make you? Why canât he try for you?
The night went on, carrying the lie that youâre okay but to be honest, you donât want to go back to that fucking dorm. Good thing, Johnny was trying so hard to cheer you up and make you forget about what happened. Which is working and for that youâre thankful.
On the same night, you swore to yourself that you will never let Jaehyun into your life again and make you feel small. You will never throw yourself to him again, or even spare a glance and waste your time with the one and only guy whom you allowed to break your heart over and over again. But not anymore.
Jaehyun was nothing but sweet to you and thatâs all heâll ever be.
Five years later
When you came home from work, you caught your boyfriend cooking dinner with a glass of cold wine beside him. You greet him, âheyâ and kissed him on the cheek before you wrap your arms around his strong built body.
âTired? Hows work? I have big newsâ he says while stirring something from the pan. You told him he could tell the big news first because he looks excited, and so he did. With big smiles and overflowing excitement, he said that âJaehyun is going to get married and Iâm his best man!â you almost let out a laugh but you stopped yourself.
âMhmm. Guess whoâs taking care of the wedding....â you teased him. But just as you burst your boyfriendâs bubble, his reaction was quite unexpected.
âN-no, donât tell me itâs youâ he suddenly stopped cooking, he wasnât mad. Just shocked at the moment and because of the big news.
âJohnny- Donât tell me youâre being jealous right now...â you tease him further, âheâs like a college fling baby, and youâre the real deal!â you kiss him on the lips but heâs still sulking and went back to cooking.
âWe both know itâs not just a flingâ he whines.
âHeâs getting married and weâre literally inseparable. What are you so jealous of? You know I saw Jaehyun looked at his fiancĂ© and guess what,â
âWhat?â he turns off the stove and prepared two plates for dinner which you helped him do.
âHe never looked at me that way, but you didâ you see a shy smile on his face now and poke his cheek but he's quick to catch your hand and pull you into a hug. The kind of hug only Johnny can provide.
âSorry, that was so childish of meâ
âItâs okay. Dinner looks good, is this a new recipe?â
Soon after dinner, Johnny expresses his apology in bed in many ways he can, making you feel good and treating you right as always until it became too exhausting because you donât think you could cum anymore after having your fourthâŠor fifth? To be honest youâre not sure anymore.
But even though youâre tired and exhausted, you still canât help but reminisce. Throughout the years of forgetting Jaehyun, Johnny has always been patient with you and waited for you to heal from Jaehyun. Johnny brought you to the movies and went out with you while Jaehyun only promised. It's like Jaehyun kept promising you things but Johnny is the one keeping them.
âI thought youâre exhausted?â He kissed your shoulder to bring you back to Earth when he saw you spacing out. âStop thinking. Iâll marry you too, you know that right?â oh you know that all too well, so you nod and kissed him. Whispered âi love yousâ over and over again, and thanked him for being the one for you. It was never easy for both of you, but still, you yearn for each other. Sometimes, love will point us to the wrong person so we could find the right person to us. Yes, Jaehyun was sweet, but Johnny is not only sweet in fact he showed his love to you since day 1.
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The Wrong Lifetime â Seven // Wanda Maximoff
chapter six | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter eight
authorâs note: hope yâall like this one đ
The Maximoffs were just as a good at throwing a party as my own parents were.
Celebrating a new book that was published at Pietro's business, they threw a party in their back garden big enough to host half the town if they wanted to. Actually, now that I thought about, half the town was probably there.
We were invited to celebrate along with them because we were 'family' now, as Oleg and Iryna pointed out, so I found myself standing in their garden getting a drink under the night sky and trying to blend in with the snacks table so I wouldn't have to mingle. Parties still weren't my thing, clearly.
People-watching was more my forte. It was amazing the things people did when they thought nobody was looking. One guy coughed into his hand and wiped it on his pants â I reminded myself not to shake his hand â whilst some woman checked if her teeth were clean on the back of a serving tray.
My gaze raked the garden, indifferent to the men who attempted to get women's attention with a boyish grin and terrible pick-up lines, or the women who lifted their dresses a little higher than necessary to steal a man's attention. I spotted my parents talking to some guests whom I'd never see before, then there was Wanda's parents laughing alongside Pietro as he told a joke to some important looking people.
Eventually, my eyes fell to the remaining Maximoff, who was looking especially beautiful tonight. A deep lilac gown adorned her figure and she wore it like it was uniquely made just for her. She probably didn't even realise, but all eyes were definitely on her; a simple stride around the garden had people turning heads to see who the lilac beauty was. Y/B/N was the most envied man of the evening, with every guy here wishing they could have Wanda on their arm.
I'd wanted to tell her just how truly stunning she looked tonight, but I hadn't been able to pull her away from my brother's side for even a second. Everywhere he went, she went, too. I'd caught her eyes maybe three times tonight since she was so involved with whatever she spoke about with the people who worked for Pietro. I didn't take it personally of course, but it didn't make me feel any better.
Y/B/N had his hands all over her, probably suspecting just how many people were checking her out tonight, and I hated the way it made me feel. Envy and jealousy came over me and it wasn't pleasant. His hand was permanently fixed on her waist, at times moving suspiciously lower and making me roll my eyes. Occasionally, he'd lean over and whisper something in her ear making her flush â involuntarily or not, I didn't know. Wanda was a good actress, appearing as the perfect fiancĂ© to him and couple to everybody else. Or, at least, I hoped it was acting.
"Pretty ladies shouldn't be standing by their lonesome," said someone with a Sokovian accent, but sadly not the one I wanted to hear.
"Pietro," I said with an amused smile, turning to face the man of the evening. "Congratulations on the new published book!"
He smiled appreciatively. "Thank you, Y/N. How are you finding the party?"
I glanced around, disguising my discomfort with a nod. "It's great."
He chuckled, as if suspecting that was a lie, before changing the subject. "So, the book. Have you read it?"
Glad that this was something I could actually talk about, my shoulders relaxed and I nodded. "Yes! I bought it yesterday as soon as it was published. I've only read the first six chapters, but what I've read is beautifully written."
Pietro snickered, raising his brows. "Only? That's further than anyone here has read."
I smiled bashfully, eyes veering elsewhere with embarrassment. "I guess I just have a lot of free time."
He hummed with amusement. "And you must really like reading... Wanda mentioned you write, too. It's nice to know it runs in the family."
Certain my cheeks were flushed, I nodded. "Yeah, our dad, he taught Y/B/N and I how to write when we were kids. That's where my love of literature began."
"And what do you like to write?" he asked, intrigued.
I shrugged, the grip on my glass of champagne loosening as I grew comfortable. "I don't know... short stories, drabbles, novels. I mainly deal with themes of love and romanticism. We're so intent on leading our lives with what other people want that we rarely take time to think about we want... I write about that."
Swallowing, I looked to Pietro, hoping I wasn't boring him. He was a publisher after all, besides my soon-to-be brother-in-law. His opinion was important to me.
"I must admit, Y/N, my interest is piqued," he admitted, watching me with an inquisitive gaze. "Do you have anything I could read?"
"It's probably better than it sounds," I said dismissively, knowing this was just small talk.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I doubt that. You shouldn't say such things. You never know, you could be my next signed author."
I tried not to laugh. "Nice try, Pietro."
He smiled widely. "What? I'm serious!"
Tilting my head towards him knowingly, I sighed. "We both know that can't happen."
He was grinning now, clearly entertained by my unamused expression. "Says who?"
I motioned around us with my drink. "Says everyone? The world we live in?"
He began to list authors on his fingers as he said, "Jane Austen. Emily Bronte. Mary Shelley. Louisa May Alcott. Dare I name more?"
"Okay, okay, I get it," I said, pushing his hand down and rolling my eyes at his smug expression. "But I can promise you that all of those women fought tooth and nail to get published. Their families probably weren't as accepting as they wanted them to be. There's still people now who talk about how unprofessional and lacklustre their works are. They didn't have it easy. Still don't. And don't even get me started on the reputation side of things for you... d'you know how much backlash you'd get for signing a woman?"
Pietro shrugged, sipping his drink, before saying casually, "I only care about talent, Y/N. And if you have even a quarter of the talent your brother does, then I'm happy to go from there."
I quirked a brow, trying to gauge if he was pulling my leg or not. But the kind eyes looking back at me suggested he may not have been. Either way, the idea of actually being published â something I'd been dreaming of since I was a kid â was enough to raise my suspicions and make me shake my head.
"Thanks for listening, Pietro," I said conclusively, hoping he got the hint.
He nodded, accepting my word, thankfully. "Anytime. Hopefully this isn't the end of this conversation, though."
I cracked a smile, knowing it was but giving him the benefit of the doubt. He pursed his lips, glancing around briefly before attempting to hide an amused smile.
"What are you smiling at?" I teased, nudging him in the arm slightly.
His eyes met mine, sparkling with mischief. "You've probably not noticed, but as we've been speaking, almost everyone in this garden has looked our way."
I cocked my head with confusion, smile still present. He nodded subtly, eyes flickering to the right, so I followed his gaze and inconspicuously looked around. He was right, as murmurs of gossip escaped people's lips, their eyes trying to get a good look at the two of us. Even our parents were looking our way, no doubt discussing our future wedding affair.
"Wow," I breathed out, trying not to laugh as I looked back to him. "You'd think they'd have something better to do."
He leaned in, muttering, "Wanna give them a show?"
My eyes flickered between his, seeing that roguish charm of his come to life. I couldn't resist his mischievous attempt to piss off our parents, so of course I nodded with a stifled laugh.
"Care to dance, Miss Y/L/N?" he asked, a little louder than he needed to, attracting more attention.
I grinned, grateful for the idiot that was Pietro. He was already making my evening ten times better than it was.
Resting my hand in his outstretched one, I nodded. "Thank you, Mr Maximoff."
I barely had chance to put my glass down before he led me to the area before the live band that was strumming a lovely upbeat ballad. We joined the other couples that were also having a dance, unbothered by their nosey stares.
Bowing dramatically, he smiled and I curtsied before resting a hand on his shoulder and the other in his. He rested a hand on my waist respectfully before a grin spread across his lips and he began to dance me around everybody else, way too fast for me to keep up.
"Pietro!" I exclaimed between fits of laughter, trying not to trip over my feet or his.
"You said we could dance," he answered simply, before spinning me around.
My eyes went dizzy as he dipped me, making me laugh joyfully. For the first time all night, I was having fun. When he pulled me up, his eyes motioned to the left of us.
"D'you think our parents have already picked the wedding venue?" he teased.
"Definitely," I said with a nod, before shoving him back slightly. "But you, mister, need to slow down. You're like a speedster with the dancing. We should call you Quicksilver."
He laughed, continued to dance me around but much more slower this time. "I like that. You're clever. I can see why Wanda has taken a liking to you."
I knew he didn't mean it like that, but my heart dropped to my stomach anyway. A hearty chuckle escaped his lips as he noticed my expression. Thankfully, he didn't question it and we continued to make a fool of ourselves for a few more songs before taking a break by the snacks table.
"You're an idiot," I told Pietro as we caught our breath, but a delighted smile was on my lips. "You know you've probably convinced our parents that we're a couple now, right?"
"Hey, you're the one who started to fluff my hair like you loved me!" he retorted with humoured eyes.
"Because you're just so darn cute!" I mocked him, before moving forward and going in to fluff his hair yet again.
He attempted to smack my hand away as he said, "Hands off the hair, Y/L/N! I styled it perfectly!"
Grabbing my wrists, he held me back and I tried not to cry with laughter at the expression on his face.
"Such a child," I decided, pulling my hands away. "Whatever happens from here on out is definitely your fault."
He scoffed, as if ready to refute that fact, but before he could say anything, my brother's voice was heard.
"It's nice to see you actually conversing with people for a change, but maybe not my publisher."
Pietro and I turned and saw Y/B/N and Wanda approaching us. My brother seemed entertained by Pietro and I, looking between us with pre-conceived ideas that we may have already fancied each other, just like everyone else had tonight. Wanda, meanwhile, was watching me with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"He's good company, what can I say?" I joked, returning my brother's smile.
"Oh?" He raised a brow, knowing look in his eyes.
I rolled my own, trying not to laugh at his insinuation. There was no point trying to convince him otherwise.
"I was just giving Y/N here the best evening ever since she was moping around in the corner," Pietro explained nonchalantly, making me smack his arm.
"I was not moping!" I defended myself.
He shrugged, ghost of a smile on his lips. "Whatever you say."
I gave him a playful glare before focusing my attention to the couple before us.
"As lovely as it is to see whatever this is," my brother continued to make things awkward as he motioned between us, "I came to get Pietro. Someone from the press is here and has questions about the book."
At the mention of this, Pietro straightened up and neatened his bow tie, flashing my brother his most confident smile. "Lead the way, Y/B/N."
After assuring Wanda he'd be back in a second, Y/B/N let go of her waist and guided Pietro to the members of the press. Glad that he'd finally left her side, I looked to Wanda with a soft smile.
"Hey," I said quietly, glancing around before saying what I'd wanted to say all night. "You look radiant tonight, Wanda."Â
Unexpectedly, she crossed her arms and pressed her lips together firmly. "How was your dance with Pietro?"
Her green eyes, literally green with envy, watched me with distaste. It didn't take long for me to recognise that familiar jealousy entwined in her expression because it was probably the same way I looked when she was with my brother. For some reason, this made me smile with amusement.
"He's a very good dancer," I said, half truthful and half trying to poke fun.
She wasn't amused. "Yeah, everybody saw. You've been all over him."
I covered my mouth, trying very hard not to laugh. "I mean, he's pretty funny to be around. I can totally see why everybody wants us to get married."
Her jaw clenched as she narrowed her eyes at me.
"C'mon, it's a joke," I said lightheartedly, nudging her in the arm. "You know that."
After internally debating whether or not to believe me, she relaxed her shoulders and unclenched her jaw. "I know."
"So, what's the problem?" I asked, raising a brow and smiling playfully.
She rolled her eyes. "Nothing."
My smile faded as I searched her eyes. "C'mon. What is it? You know you can tell me."
"Forget it, Y/N," she muttered, avoiding my eyes.
Realising she was still clearly bothered, I sighed dramatically, hoping to lighten the mood. Making sure my voice was low enough for only her to hear, I said, "I only danced with him to annoy our parents. Same with him. He's clearly not interested in me and neither I with him. That's why we get along so well." Teasing her once more, I added, "If circumstances were different, I'd like to think we'd be good friends. He's quite handsome, though I think the good looks are a Maximoff twin thing. Maybe ifâ"
"I'm in love with you!"
I paused, blinking, unsure if I'd heard correctly. Her cheeks were flushed as she looked to me with exasperation.
Glancing around to make sure nobody was attracted by her outburst, I swallowed hard. My heart was pounding in my ears as she said what I'd been struggling to accept for the past two months.
"What?" I breathed out, raising my brows with surprise.
She licked her lips, realisation replacing her look of admission. Opening her mouth to say something, she stepped forward, but my brother returned with an oblivious smile on his face and interrupted the moment.
"Wanda, the journalists want a picture of us for their article," he said enthusiastically, returning his arm around her waist and tugging her close, making my skin crawl.
Her gaze lingered on me for as long as she could before looking up to my brother with a halfhearted smile.
"Sure," she agreed reluctantly.
My brother nodded at me before leading Wanda away. She gave me one last look, her eyes trapped with unsaid words, before leaving with him. My mouth went dry as Wanda's words echoed in my mind. She was in love with me. And I knew I was in love with her, too. I had been for a while.
But wouldn't admitting that make this whole thing a lot more complicated?
â
"Will you stop shaking your hand? It's very distracting."
I stopped shaking my hand and gave my mum an apologetic glance before facing the door again. I was extremely eager and nervous to see Wanda again, as I hadn't been able to see her for the rest of the party last night.
Her words were permanently resounding in my mind all night, making it difficult to fall asleep. The reality of our situation had dawned on me and I knew that even though everything would become more difficult between us, I had to tell her that I felt the same way. The last thing I wanted was her panicking that I didn't. Because these last two months loving her in secret were better than anything I'd experienced in my life.
Iryna and my mum had made plans to hang out today, including Wanda and I in the plans without actually telling me until this morning. I didn't mind though as I was hoping it could be an opportunity for us both to finally speak.
The front door opened to reveal Iryna with a bright, inviting smile. She exchanged greetings with us both and ushered us inside instantly. There, waiting, was Wanda, looking as gorgeous as ever. A calm suddenly enveloped me as I looked to her, my heart fluttering in my chest more so than usual. She loved me and that thought alone made me feel giddy inside.
"You must come upstairs to the closet with me," Iryna insisted before I could utter a word to the brunette. "I've been very silly and impulse-ordered a bunch of new dresses. Of course, the only way to fix that is to try them on."
My mother laughed alongside her and the two of them looked to Wanda and I questioningly. I smiled their way, glancing at Wanda, before following them upstairs. Maybe later.
I spent the next hour trying on clothes against my own will, modelling them for Wanda and our mothers awkwardly. Ecstatic, our mothers threw their opinions out at me, but I was barely listening because all I could seem to focus on was a quiet Wanda. I couldn't read her mind for the life of me â she was getting better at hiding how she truly felt.
Wanda also tried some dresses on, still not as enthused as she usually was, but neither of our mothers seemed to take notice. I sat on the lounge sofa alongside them, eyes unable to look away from Wanda as she modelled the dresses. I had no words, my mind hazy and tongue tied as she stole my breath away for the millionth time. She was ethereal.
"...what do you think, Y/N?" Iryna asked, forcing me to look away from Wanda and to her. "She should keep this one, shouldn't she?"
I hummed in agreement, looking back to Wanda, who was avoiding my eyes. "She should. I don't think I've ever seen a dress so perfect for someone before."
Our mothers didn't seem to think much of my comment, but Wanda finally looked up, not ignoring me for the first time since I got here. I offered her a small smile, hoping she could see what I'd been wanting to say to her since last night. But she looked away, chewing on her lip and looking down.
"I'm gonna change," she mumbled, before turning to go back behind the curtain.
A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned back against the seat. I'd just have to find a spare moment.
Iryna and my mum proceeded to try on a bunch of dresses before we called it a day and were ready to eat lunch.
"I want you to have these, Y/N," Iryna told me as we all stood up, motioning to the pile of dresses on the arm of the sofa. "It's my gift to you."
I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, Iryna, you don't need to giveâ"
"Don't be ridiculous," she cut me off with a wave of her hand. "You're family now. Anything for my daughter-in-law."
I smiled awkwardly, not missing the eye roll from Wanda, before nodding. "Thanks..."
She looked to her daughter. "Wanda, medovyy (honey), can you help her pack them away and meet Y/M/N and I outside on the patio for some lunch?"
Wanda, having no other choice but to say yes, nodded and forced a smile in her mum's direction. "Sure, mum."
Our mothers fell into conversation as they left the room, finally leaving Wanda and I alone. I released a breath, grateful for the privacy, and looked to the Sokovian in question.
"You okay?" I asked slowly, wanting to find a start before erupting straight into my feelings.
She nodded, nibbling on her lip. She looked like she wanted to say something more, so I watched her patiently.
After a pause, when I thought she may just stay quiet forever, she spoke. "If what I said last night was out of line, I'm sorry."
I shook my head, a smile curling on my lips. "It wasn't. I'm in love with you, too."
Surprised, she finally met my gaze, eyes swirling with confusion. "You are?"
"Of course I am," I said quietly, stepping forward and taking her hands in mine. "I didn't mean to make you jealous last night. Pietro and I were genuinely just hanging out as friends."
She shook her head, eyes flickering between mine. "It doesn't matter about that. Forget it."
I still felt guilty, adding, "I know, but it does matter. I don't want toâ"
She pressed her lips to mine quickly, cutting me off. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she tugged me closer with her other hand, making me gasp when my body touched hers. I kissed back, closing my eyes and moving my lips against hers in perfect sync.
I probably could have kissed her all afternoon, but the sound of the door opening made us both jump apart, startled. It was just a servant who was coming in to clean up the room. When she saw us, she gave us a small smile before moving around the room carefully. My eyes fell to Wanda's excited ones, and I smiled at her before nodding to the dresses.
"We should sort this out before they wonder what's taking so long," I told her, moving to pack them.
She nodded, grabbing my hand and squeezing it gently before helping me. We packed the dresses in no time before joining our mums out on the patio where they were sat with our lunch. I tried to keep my eyes off Wanda as our mothers spoke to us about God knew what, but it was hard when all I wanted to do was kiss her over and over, telling her just how much I loved her.
"...nice to see you both getting along lately," Iryna was talking, and I only zoned back in when I realised she was looking at me.
I blinked. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
Wanda stifled a smile as my mum gave me a disapproving look from across the table.
Iryna didn't seem to mind as she chuckled. "You and Pietro," she continued. "You both seemed very comfortable at the party last night."
I settled on a polite smile. "He's a gentleman. Very nice to be around, I guess."
Iryna smiled knowingly, exchanging glances with my mum before patting Wanda on the forearm, getting her attention. "How does that sound, dear? Your brother and Y/N together?"
I shook my head instantly, realising how she'd taken my words. "That's not what I meant."
Humming in response, Iryna continued to look to her daughter. "You may have to start sharing your new best friend with Pietro."
Remembering Wanda's jealousy last night, I spared her a glance of concern, hoping she wouldn't let this get to her. She was smiling, but her eyes were dimmed with dismay.
"Uh-huh," she played along with her mother's words, before using her fork to pick at her food.
As our mums began to talk about it, I found Wanda's hand under the table and laced my fingers in hers, hoping she'd know I only cared about one person and it was her. Though she didn't look up, her hand tightened around mine and she didn't let go.
The rest of the lunch went by as expected, though the more Iryna and my mother mentioned the wedding, the more Wanda and I grew uncomfortable. It was so much harder to hear about it when I knew my feelings were growing stronger for the brunette every day. By the end of the meal, my mother was happy to go back home and said I could stay to hang out with Wanda, which of course I did.
After bidding her a goodbye, I let Wanda drag me upstairs and to her bedroom, though the door closed when she spun around and pushed me against it, immediately kissing me. Before I could even question what was happening, she pulled away and looked at me through a half-lidded gaze.
"I don't want to share you with my brother, ever," she rasped out lowly, before licking her lips. "I don't want to share you with anyone."
She breathed out, her breath mingling with mine. Her hands rested on my waist before she reattached our lips, moving hers slower and more thoughtfully against mine.
I closed my eyes, grabbing her face and holding her gently, letting her slip her tongue between my lips and play with mine. Then she sucked on my lower lip, teeth nibbling gently at the sensitive skin, and made my insides go warm and fuzzy.
When she let go, she trailed kisses down my jaw and to my neck, having me at her mercy.
"Wanda," I moaned, hand moving to the back of her neck as I tried to regain some control of the situation, but the longer she sucked at the exposed skin, the more my knees wanted to buckle.
Already lowering my dress to my shoulders, her hand untied the back of it and I flushed at the contact of her fingers against me, not used to the feeling but also not opposed.
"Wanda, are you sure?" I asked between bated breaths, attempting to get her attention by tugging at her dress.
She pulled back, hand rising to my jaw and caressing it with her thumb as she looked between my eyes. Hers were dark, clouded with an arousal I hadn't seen before.
"I am," she said with certainty, before asking, "Are you?"
I swallowed hard, the warmth in my core growing hotter as she stared at me with lustful eyes and swollen lips. "Yes."
She gave me a slight smile before pressing her lips to mine again, allowing me to wrap my arms around her neck. I heard her lock the door behind me as I undid the top of her dress, struggling to do so without breaking contact from her. We moved to the bed clumsily, trying not to stumble over our discarded dresses, before I laid her down and straddled her.
Leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her neck, I felt her fingers grip my waist, keeping ahold of my body on hers. I shivered as her nails scratched gently against the skin and grew warm when she lifted herself up gently to get more comfortable, her clothed centre rubbing against mine.
Taking a breath, I pulled away and hovered over her, revelling in the beauty that was Wanda Maximoff. Her cheeks were dusted pink as she opened her eyes, green eyes sparkling desperately as they flickered between mine.
"I love you," I told her softly, leaning on my elbow and caressing her forehead.
She smiled, nails trailing up my back and sending shivers down my spine. "Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu."
I tried not to laugh as I tilted my head with confusion. She smiled a little wider, hand reaching for the back of my bra.
"I love you, too," she translated in English, hint of amusement in her eyes, before she managed to undo the bra strap.
I rolled my eyes at her attempt of mockery before chasing down her lips once more. Everything about the woman before me was absolute perfection and I was glad I could finally share how I felt about her without having to hide it anymore.
The potential consequences of our actions was not my concern right now... all I cared about was treating her with the respect and care she deserved.
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My Kind
Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warning: Swearing
Genre: Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: Having been chosen by the gang to be a guest streamer on todayâs stream of Among Us, itâs safe to say Y/Nâs super excited but also a bit nervous. The whole of her anxiety gets lifted off her when she meets someone with the exact same vibe as hers - yeah you guessed it.
Requested by @monizzle96 Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! Iâm so terribly sorry itâs taken me so long to write and post it but here it finally is! I hope you come across it and read it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy â€
This has to be the fiftieth time Iâve checked my setup in the past twenty four hours. But no, Iâm definitely not nervous, what are you talking about. Pshhh. Nah, being nervous isnât in my brand. Plus, what do I have to make me nervous - a group of famous streamers inviting me onto their stream to play Among Us with them because they enjoyed my own streams? Ok yeah, thatâs a pretty good reason. Not gonna lie, I almost chucked my phone out of excitement when I received that DM from Toast, telling me theyâd picked me to be their guest streamer for todayâs date. My stomach was doing somersaults for a good forty-eight hours following that text and then the anxiety slowly started setting in fueled by the expectations they probably have of me.
Donât get me wrong, Iâm not inexperienced in the streaming field, Iâve been a streamer longer than some of the members of Toastâs streamer gang actually. But I never managed to garner that big of a following which Iâm honestly quite ok with. I have a modest - ok, maybe larger than modest - following consisting of incredibly loyal fans which I will never stop being grateful for. They are all so respectable of me, my privacy and my boundaries. They know the main rules: no shit-talking in the chat or in any of my comment sections, no bashing other YouTubers in my comments/chat, and most definitely not asking for a face reveal. Fun fact: I didnât even set up that last rule, they all just collectively know not to ask for it.Â
Iâve been keeping my brand pretty low-key to avoid garnering some unwanted attention - some of which Iâve already experienced on certain social media platforms following the full body pictures I posted on there - face not visible of course. I tend to also have my webcam on, facing towards my hands working away on the keyboard sometimes when I stream. I donât know why people obsess over faceless content creatorsâ hands, but I appreciate the enthusiasm - it also drives me to do a manicure every now and then which ainât so bad, self-care and all that you know.
Now, back to the subject of my ridiculous nervousness.
You see, it has layers.
Iâm nervous of âpreformingâ underwhelmingly and Iâm nervous of what my own fans will think of the person I will become during this stream. They know me as a super chill and laid-back person, which I am by the way, but they might think Iâm putting on a show if I exhibit any nervous gestures/vocabulary. I highly doubt they would, but the possibility is not letting my mind rest. And now that itâs about ten minutes till the stream starts, Iâm getting doing my best to calm my nerves.
They are all just people. You know they are super chill too. Just be yourself, thatâs why they invited you, because you are yourself on all your streams. They liked you for your personality, humor, maybe even your gaming skills. So chill the hell out and be yourself, damn it!
Easier thought than put into action thatâs for sure.
I start my stream five minutes early just so I can vibe with my viewers for a little while before I have to meet the gang. My fans always have a way of injecting me with confidence, they remind me of where I was when I started and how far Iâve come. How much I achieved when I thought Iâd be nothing and no one, someone the algorithm would simply overlook. But then they entered my life and I entered theirs and it all became much better than I ever thought it would get to be. I rarely tell myself âgood jobâ for the milestones Iâve reached or the hard work Iâve put into my content, but thatâs probably cause I orient myself based on that quote from the movie Whiplash: âThere are no two words in the English language more harmful than good jobâ - simply put, Iâm never satisfied with what I do and I always strive to do better. My fans, however, make sure I donât go overboard with it - always serving as a reminder that Iâve done plenty for myself and others. And thatâs what makes an amazing fandom, one I consider family.
Whoa, when did those five minutes fly by?!
Ah shit, here we go. Deep breaths, Y/N you got this.
âHello!â I say as I enter the Discord call, subconsciously biting my lower lip, grateful the camera isnât capturing it. However, I make a mental note to keep my hands steady cause thatâs the one part of me people can actually see and the last thing I want is for them to see how much my fingers are trembling.
âOh hi, Y/N!â Toast is the first one to greet me, âWelcome to the stream! Thank you so much for accepting our invitation.â
âThank you for having me and inviting me, Toast. This is a huge deal for me. You guys are basically YouTube legends, this is unreal to me.â I reply, cringing immediately afterwards because of my fangirl rambling. Great way to make first impressions, Y/N. Bravo.
To be fair, they already have an impression of you. Quit stressing.
Aright, youâve got a point, me.
âOh please, we owe all that to our fans. Weâre really nothing special. All streamers are almost completely alike, we all owe where we are to the people who helped us make it there - our fans. Weâre no legends.â Toast says, bringing a small smile to my face as well as a light pink blush to my cheeks, âAnd from what Iâve seen, you yourself have quite the following. And your fans seem to adore you.â
âAnd I absolutely adore them.â I chuckle, âThey mean the world to me. They are the reason Iâm here today.â
âThen we have to give them a special thank you, donât you think?â The teasing, familiar giggle, widens my smile - itâs Rae, âNice to meet you, Y/N! Iâm Rae, and, no cap, Iâm quite a fan of your content. No joke, I binged your entire series of Resident Evil 7 as soon as I found your channel when Toast said heâd invite you.â
This rattles me a bit. I can hardly believe it - am I really receiving a compliment from an A-list name in the streaming world? My fans must be hella proud of me right now. A quick glance at my chat confirms that they indeed are. That in and of itself fills me with joy and newfound confidence.
âOh Gosh, thank you so much Rae! That means the world to me. Youâre all so sweet.â I reply, lifting my ice cold hands to cool down my burning cheeks, my lips spread into a grin, my stomach filled with butterflies.
âOh please, we have some real savages around here.â A male voice, seemingly Charlieâs scoffs, âDonât overlook us please.â
âWait, we do?â A deep voice, one I immediately know the owner of speaks up, âWho? How come I donât know about that?â
I canât help bust snort, âNice to meet you, Corpse. Sarcasm central, I see.â
He laughs, âJust returning it to where itâs due. Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Sick Outlast series, by the way.â
Ok, wait, I have two A-list streamers complimenting my content. Ok, Iâm bound to crack open a few beers to celebrate later cause OH MY GOD.
âThanks! Iâm a horror junkie so Iâd be lying if I said I havenât binge watched all your story-times. Personal favorites are the deep web ones, they fascinate me.â
âOh, youâre one of my kind even more than I expected, huh?â He replies, the tone of his voice changing, raising a bit due to what I can only describe as excitement and enthusiasm. âIâve had people tell me itâs twisted, but I really like seeing the lengths to which the fucked up human mind can go to. Like, the shit Iâve read is insane! Some stories I didnât narrate cause I wouldâve probably had my video taken down, it was that messed up.â
My eyes widen, sharing the same excitement at the thought of digging deeper into this phenomenon, âCareful, Corpse, youâre walking a dangerous line of tempting me to deep-dive on Reddit in search of those exact stories.â
âNo need.â Corpse says, his tone now taking up a bit of a cocky note, âI still got them all saved, I can send them to you no problem.â
âPlease do! I seriously gotta read them now. If I canât sleep afterwards, Iâm blaming you, Corpse. Just FYI.â I say, giggling slightly, finding myself all but completely comfortable now. I wonder where all that anxiety went?Â
âBlame fully taken. Given that Iâm not much of a sleeper, Iâll keep you company whenever you think thereâs a killer hiding in your closet or fear a red room pop-up will appear on your computer screen.â He replies, chuckling.
âUm, thatâs oddly specific.â Charlie comments, âBeen there yourself, buddy?â
âPerhaps.â Corpse wheezes, getting a laugh out of me too, âI will neither confirm nor deny.â
âYou know what, Iâll just private message you my number so if you see it call you at some ungodly hour, you donât freak the fuck out. Sounds good?â I ask, already prepping to type it out and send it to him.Â
âPerfect. Wait...â he pauses for a second, sounding puzzled for a second, âYou donât have mine.â
âOh, do I not?â I reply with a sinister tone - thought to answer the question, I of course donât have his number.
âOh, do you?â He sasses me right back. âIf so then you donât need me to send it to you. Cool.â
Ah, shit
âWait, no! I-I need to confirm itâs the correct one!â
Damn, never did I think Iâd be complimented by some of the most important streamers on this platform, but to get a number of theirs too? Thatâs a whole another level that will take me time to process. But Iâll do that another time, right now, I have to kick these peopleâs butts in Among Us and later I have some deep web stories to read.
Turns out, all it takes to get comfortable in a new surrounding is someone of your kind. And Corpse is definitely one of my kind.
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