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lutawolf · 2 years ago

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Love In the Air Ep 3 Review & Running Commentary

I'm so excited, I just can't hide it! No seriously. My freak flag is waving and I'm here to review for the vanillas that want to be informed and my fellow kinksters. FOR the love of all that is unholy, understand that this show is for us kinksters. There will be kinks you don't like, do not hate watch and therefor hate on us kinksters, just because you don't have that kink. Would you judge someone for who they chose to love based on gender or race? Then why are you hating on something that doesn't affect you? If you have questions about the kinks please read my previous reviews, here.

Now sadly for a mother fucking disclaimer. If you want to use my reviews on other social media platforms, go right ahead. All I ask is that you give me credit. I see you TikTok people who keep stealing my shit. If I see this review anywhere on TikTok without my name, you will get blasted on there and on here and there we be more than me doing it. You can't delete all our comments.

I am not pre-watching the episode. You are getting me live with all my insanity. You've been warned! So, we start off with the two sexy men, that my in my thirties ass shouldn't thirst after buttttttt hot damn. I really can't wait to see Prapai and Sky's scene but for now he is showing up the morning after to thank Payu. You guys, Payu thirsting for Rain is gonna be my Kryptonite. "I'm still waiting Rain"

I Like Rain And I'm Not Talking About The Weather

I love an organized baby gay sub. Where can I get one?! He has a color coded calendar. This really shouldn't be so cute. Look at him being traumatized by the lack of time. Welcome to adult life. Again with friends like Sky, who needs enemies. No seriously I adore their friendship because the support is still there, he's just real with him. Rain is crazy! We here for it though and yes Sky, how ARE you? Inquiring minds want to know.

Rain tells Sky about how he needs to catch a guy in thirty days. See the support. It only took a short "guy" moment. Now note that Sky asks "You've moved on from Ple to this guy" and Rain doesn't answer. This is all the answer he needs before dishing out the advice. Because who better to ask than your gay bestie. The advice: Show Up In Front Of Him Every Day. Got to admit it's good advice. There are some "are you sure this will work" but Sky assures him that he needs to get past this step first. Because fortune favors the bold. I can't wait to see how Sky still feels about this plan when Prapai implements it.

Your honor, I love this white crayon. I can see why Payu likes him. Oh no he isn't there and another. Day two and Payu is still not around. Poor disheartened Rain. Three day four. What are you up to Payu?

Sky reminds me of @victooooorious a complete asshole best friend but there every single time you need their ass. Okay back to the show. So, Rain is obviously upset about not seeing Payu which might be Payu's plan, make him miss him. Keeping it real Sky tells him that's why he said get through step 1 before doing any other steps. I am fucking loving the knowing look that Sky side eyes. Payu sent a text saying there is an easier way to see me, think carefully. Cryptic much. I would totally do something like this and yet I'm annoyed to see it done. Hey but Rain figures it out and races out of the classroom. That eye roll from Sky was a mood. Now he is reminding me of @curiositykilledd.

Oh, it's Mr. Low Friction who gives me the shivers and not in a good way. Okay so Rain had nothing figured out, but he knows who to ask. You're growing on me Matchmaker Mechanic. Telling Rain to learn how to dial 1-800-love-connection. Clue number 2 is that some people have a soft spot for polite kids. Payu is giving a reminder. We can say a lot about him, but he recognizes that Rain is a baby sub and needs extra guidance. Now Overly Invested Engineer has to get back to work.

Ahhh, so Rain calls and while he isn't rude. He isn't polite enough. This is Payu setting and establishing guidelines. Once Rain shows proper respect, Payu talks back. He gives a command "Finally. Wait there, I'll go to you." I think your overconfident a little early Rain.

Got to give credit to Rain because he is waiting. His little brother doesn't get it. "Nobody would wait a whole day like this but me." It would damn sure take a submissive to do it but though Rain is a baby sub he is starting to get it. Ohh, little bro can dish some info. Damnit! I don't know if I can forgive you for this. Telling Rain that he isn't special to your brother! You just broke his heart telling him that shit. "My brother is far from simple; you'll get burned if you don't know how to play with fire." You just made Rain put his walls back up. What's there to worry about, I don't even like him. Dude, he was getting there, and you just had to be an ass. Apparently, it runs in the family. You basically told Rain he wasn't special. Just because you told your brother to be kind doesn't mean I like you.

At this point we need to notch Payu up from a brat tamer Dom to a Sadist one as well. Sadism isn't all about physical pain it's also emotional discomfort as well. Now he has a reason behind what he is doing besides just the emotional discomfort but that doesn't mean he won't enjoy it as well. Payu is upset at not being greeted but Rain is in his feels right now, so he speaks rudely. Payu instantly reprimands him. He's stupid if he doesn't realize something is going on. A good Dom can read their submissive, maybe not know what's going on but for sure tell when things are amiss. Rain apologizes for his vulgarity but then tells Payu he is going home. Payu grabs him and asks what's wrong. Rain lies and says that Payu looks tired, so he better be going. Payu is smarttttt, he has figured out the way to Rain is with teasing. "You're happy with seeing me only a few minutes after waiting hours. You are pretty crazy about me." And there is what Payu wanted to know, "I am different from other people." "Jealous?" "You are crazy I'm not!" "Are you sure?" "Sure!" Let's see how Payu handles this because his sub is hurting and not in the way we like. He takes Rain's hands and tells him if he doesn't want him to be with anyone else, then make him fall in love, so that he only sees him. Smooth.

Ah, not smooth enough. Rain says he is leaving. Good. Payu grabs him and Rain tells him to let go but he doesn't. "I'm hungry, come eat with me. I might fall for you faster." Aww, look at that smile on Rain's face. He didn't really want to go but he was showing HIS limits. He is saying, I will wait two hours for you but make it worth it. Don't only scold me, I need positive reinforcement as well. Show me I'm special.

Out the door they go with Payu holding Rain's hand. They get to where they are going to eat and Payu is immediately watching Rain. Okay, did you guys catch that whole dominance shift? See once Rain sat down, he immediately started looking to get an order sheet. This is a dominant move, granted it's not huge but kind of is when you're still working the kinks out. Haha, see what I did there. Thank you, I'm here every Thursday. Anyways, Payu very smoothly took over the menu sheet and won that little battle.

Easy banter back and forth. Payu flags down the waiter. Rain notices he didn't order and Payu calls him stupid once again. Rain said eyes and complains about the use of stupid. I'm not particularly a fan of someone ignoring someone else's guidelines. Let's see if Payu can change Rain's mind though. The TEASING! It's gonna kill me and Rain. Payu says "I'm curious Rain, how are you going to make me fall for you. I don't see how you can do it." "Keep your voice down, People will hear you." Is this gay panic? or something else. Need more context clues. "Come again." "Keep your voice down." "You're afraid of other people's opinions?" See, see how Payu teases Rain into revealing his feelings or pushing him where he wants to go. "It's not too late to back out." "You speak as though I'm gutless." "It's clear you are." Rain grabs the waiter's arm "Mister, I'm hitting on this guy. Please give me your support."

"Do Your Best!" I like the waiter. Also, the clapping crowd. "Shit" Payu loved it though. Look at his face, he ate it up. "Do your best stupid boy." "Quit it! It's all because of you!" Your gonna make his head swell Rain. Payu asked Rain if he is shy, but Rain assures him he isn't. Cute banter back and forth. Here we go. This is addressed as an ask but it is a command. "I wanna eat the eggs. Will someone pick them up for me?" This is actually my preferred method of commanding outside of sex or pain. "I'm thirsty, can someone get me a drink?' Rain tells him he has hands. Totally a brat moves but Payu isn't mad cause he knows Rain is shy. Instead, he taps his forehead gently in reprimand. Then shows Rain how it's done by feeding him. He is really a very good Dom. I'm really enjoying the representation here. He feeds him more and then cleans his face. Now we are seeing an annoyed Rain and an amused Payu.

Ha!!! Payu chasing after Rain. "Please don't be mad. I said I'm sorry." "I'm still mad." "You made me angry and shout on purpose. And you even laughed at me!" "Affectionate laughter and mocking laughter are two different things." Rain isn't buying it and goes to leave but Payu grabs onto him. "Talk to me." "What else do you want?" Ahh, more guidelines but good ones. "Next time call me before coming. You are already busy. I don't want you to waste your time waiting for me." Then compromise because at this point he realizes he has to give, or Rain will walk. Subs aren't doormats, you've got to balance their needs with yours. Power imbalance yes but they are still our treasures. "I'll text you when I go to the garage." Then he gently picks whatever the fuck he can see but I can't off Rain's face. "You're starting to fall for me, aren't you?" "No. It's fun to have you around, that's all." "You're teasing me again!" smack. Depends on your relationship guidelines on whether this is acceptable or not. Payu just laughs and goes on to continue the previous conversation on Rain learning to balance his time. Praising himself for being a good senior. "Do you get it stupid boy?" "Calling me stupid again." "Then how about a reward for the boy who persevered." "Try replacing my stupid with cute." Okay, truth talk. For the sake of the show, I can see the cuteness in this but it's completely unacceptable in the real world. You do not, I repeat, do not push someone to accept a degradation kink. If it's your kink, then figure out a way to talk it through until your D/s partner understands or find another partner.

Oh, we are having another existential moment. Please do not engage program is still loading. However, Payu is willing to leave him here. "That's cheating, P' Payu. You're a cheat!" pst. How is that cheating exactly? Cause your realizing your falling and that's not fair?

Rain, dude, get your shit together. Oh look, Payu is keeping his promise and letting Rain know when he'll be at the garage. Rain texts back that he basically doesn't care and that he is gonna bring Gear Grinder Guy some snacks. Brats are live wires, be prepared to get shocked. It's half the fun though, the challenge. Payu immediately texts Mr. Lube that if he doesn't want a pay cut that he better leave whatever he gets at the office.

Responsible Sky, reminding Rain about his homework and the deadline. Still Rain races out, pushing Ple aside. Our clueless baby sub gay is so cute. Even if he rushes off to the garage he is working on his homework. To which Payu gives him a complement. "I may flunk lecture classes, but I'm confident with this one." "Where are my snacks?" "Why would I give them to you, they are for P'A because he took care of my care." Payu starts listing off all the things he did to the car until Rain can't help but give up the snacks. Payu grabs Rains hand as he is taking the snack, Rain snatches his hand back, but he is smiling to which Payu notices. Payu out right calling him cute! Ahh. Okay, Okay, Gear Grinder is growing on me.

Ohhh no! Payu asks when the deadline is, and Rain asks why. Once he starts talking about buying Rain dinner, it's not looking good. Payu tells him it's fine if he doesn't want to, he can eat by himself and starts to walk off. Rain quickly grabs his arm. And I knew it.

Here is another command. "I'll wait by the bike. Pack your things quickly and follow me, okay?" Ahh that head rub! I'm melting. Like I'm a puddle right now. All the feels. Okay, I got it together, lets continue. Ha! Payu grabbing Mr. Lubes snacks. How rude. Looks like Rain finishes his homework but then he is taking a nap. Even in your dreams you get shit, lol. Mom wakes the kid up thanks to Sky, but he still doesn't make it in time. Professor is harsh but right. If everyone else can meet the deadline, why should he be the exception. Sometimes you have to learn your lessons the hard way. I was siding with you dude but now you're being a dick. There is nothing wrong with crying, it's an expression of sadness and frustration.

These are friends. Sticking around to give support. Ple puts her hand on offers Rain a listening ear, but Rain removes her hand. Which surprises Sky. He tells them that he is tired from pulling an all nighter. Then shows up at the garage to stand in the rain. Baby brother goes to grab him out of the rain and then calls his brother to tell him what happened. Payu knows something is wrong because Rain now knows to wait for him to text. He packs his shit and leaves. When a sub needs support than they need support. See they might give us control but that doesn't mean they don't get anything out of it. We are the pillar, and we know it. I will absolutely drop what I'm doing to answer my sub's call. If their calling while I'm at work, it's not for a bullshit reason.

Rain is sad and distraught and Payu knows it. He races through the rain to get to him. This is exactly how you do it. He even races to the door! Fuck yes! Ahhhhh, omg, no comments, just open arms. This is what I'm here for. Universal truth of a Dom, whether it's hitting a head space and coming down or an emotional come down, touch centers. Touch grounds and touch reconnects. It says, you are never alone. You will never handle this alone. Rain has never had this and doesn't know how to respond so Payu commands in a soft voice "Come Here." See! See! "It's okay, I'm here now." "I screwed up." "It's okay, good boy." No degrading, just unconditional support. Listen to that soft voice he is using. Rain tells him that he doesn't know what to do anymore. Payu tells him he is here for him to talk to, and he does not get pushed away like Ple did.

While in the bathroom Rain talks to himself in front of a mirror. This is actually a good trick to use when you're having a hard time being honest with yourself. He asks himself why he rejected his friend's support but cried in front of Payu. He tells himself to stop crying but admits it was nice to have Payu's support.

When he leaves the bathroom he rushes to stop Payu from looking at his work. Now comes the kick in the ass. Payu tells him the teacher was right and Rain agrees. Payu tells hime that this is the first test before he steps into the real world. That it will protect him and give him strength in the future. For some missing a deadline is no big deal but for others, it means responsibility. He offers more comfort and support that critisism.

Oh, Good Dom. You are starting to realize that your little man needs a little more tlc than most. He goes to him and hugs him to him. "What's done is done, don't dwell on it. Focus on your next works, got it, naughty boy?" Rain nods up at Payu. "Dry your hair properly. Don't get sick. I don't want to take care of you." but he is smiling as he says it. "I thought you wouldn't comfort me!"

So now we know that the wolf planned to eat the lamb all along.

Woot! We've come to the end of this episode. Once again... This is long but fuck it. By this time if you're still reading my reviews then you signed up for it. Shout out to @suga4mycoffee for the very humorous nick names. When I couldn't think of anything past Mr. Lube she delivered. If you guys would like me to stop all the commentary and just talk about the BDSM aspect, let me know. Then to top this off, this review is dedicated to @ellaspore and @dayummmdorisss for the undying support. Hope you guys enjoy! 💜💜💜 Please feel free to reblog but do not repost without my name attached. I could honestly give a fuck less about borrowing some of my words but incorrectly using them and falsely portraying yourself as part of the community makes you shit in my book.

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angelst4re · 2 years ago

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good morning to you

can you write something with jamie bower where the reader is a famous actress and she is on a talk show and there are some serious rumors that she is in a relationship ( because someone caught her after the oscar ceremony where she had won beat actress, kissing a blond tattooed boy ) with either Vinnie Hacker or Jamie Campbell Bower and so like she was is under a lie detector and it’s end up so fluffy and she confirms that she is with jamie since 1 year.

Hi my love!! I love this idea soo much because I saw a picture of Vinnie Hacker on pinterest yesterday and I actually thought it was Jamie... please let me know if this has happened to anyone else!!

Lie Detector- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

warnings: none! :)

note: this reminded me of the time charlie heaton and natalia dyer did a lie detector test so i kinda took some inspiration from that because they're adorable!

You and Jamie had done such a great job at keeping your relationship private, even after starring in the same movie and going on press tours. However, you knew tonight was going to change it all.

“Y/n,” The host welcomes you.

“Hello!”

“Oh, and Jamie! How are you doing?” They ask as you both sit down.

“Great, excited to be here.” Jamie speaks for you both.

“So, we had you come in a couple days ago to do a lie detector test! We’ve done this in the past with some of your co-stars so it was exciting to see the both of you do it, let’s watch it!”

“Wonderful, so… we’re going to be taking a lie detector test today, one of you will be hooked up to the machine whilst the other asks some questions, then you’ll switch. I expect you’ve seen this before?”

You nod your head, Jamie chuckles. You knew what was going to happen. It was all going to unfold…

“Who would like to go first?”

You look at Jamie with a grin and he sighs,

“Fine, I’ll go first,” he smiles as he stands and gets into place.

When everything was ready, you began to ask the questions.

Your questions to him were fun and easy, such as asking if he really likes acting, if he’s going to be in the new season of stranger things, if he wants to get married, etc.

And then it was his turn to ask you the questions.

“Growing up, did you always want to be an actress?” Jamie asked,

“Yes, it was always a dream of mine, I never thought I’d really do it though.” You answer.

“Who was your first celebrity crush?” He asks, his eyebrows raised.

“Uhh, I don’t remember!” You giggle, yet the lie detector said you were telling the truth.

“Do you remember your first impression of me?” Jamie asks, watching you smugly.

“I thought you were pretty cool, I liked your tattoos… made me want to get one.”

“Awh, do you still think that?” He asks,

“Of course,” you smile.

“Okay, last question, this is a pretty big one… are you ready?”

You knew what was coming, you took in a deep breath and nodded your head.

“There’s been some rumours going around about your love life, half the internet thinks you’ve got something going on with Vinnie Hacker, the other half seem to think it’s me? Can you tell us the truth about this picture?” Jamie can’t contain his laughter as he slides the photo over to you. You take a look at it and then look up at Jamie again.

“Well, this is a picture of me and my boyfriend. If you look close enough you’d notice that that tattoo on his upper arm matches one that you have… so I hate to break it to the people that think it’s Vinnie Hacker but this is infact me and Jamie Campbell Bower,” you can’t help but blush as you confess the truth, knowing the impact this will have on social media within the next hour. “We kept things secret for over a year so when this photo was released we knew it was just a matter of time until everyone found out!”

“Surprise!” Jamie shouted to the camera before bursting into laughter.

“So…” The host began as the video ended, you had your face hiding in Jamie’s neck as he spoke, “The truth is finally out! The rumours about the picture were true?!”

“Indeed they were,” Jamie smiles, “I feel so relieved now, it was really hard keeping it a secret!”

“Yeah, Jamie can’t even keep birthday presents a secret! He always ends up telling me what he’s bought weeks before my birthday!” You laugh as Jamie looks at you, pretending to be offended

“Excuse me!” He gasps, “I only spoiled one of them, at least I kept the rest a secret!”

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend and rest your head on his shoulder, smiling at the relief of no longer having to keep your relationship hidden.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years ago

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old man ~ eminem

word count: 1101

request?: yes!

“Can you do one for Eminem where he becomes good friends with a new pop artist where they have a collab that just came out and their management suggests that they do a Instagram live together to get fans ready for it?

But they’re younger between (1994-1999) with a darker public persona. (So swearing and acting vulgar is okay 😂) (Gender neutral reader please)

I just thought it’d be cute and funny if he had someone younger to tease and show him technology. (Like the Live he did with Royce) 😂”

description: in which the young pop artist has to teach the older rapper how to use technology

pairing: eminem x gender neutral!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

Marshall leaned over your shoulder to squint at the phone propped up in front of you. You chuckled at his overdramatic look, knowing it was just an act.

You hoped anyways.

“What the fuck is this here?” he asked.

“There’s no way you’re this clueless about technology,” you said.

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Marshall’s manager, Paul, said. “Those awful selfies he posts? They’re not exaggerations. He genuinely has no idea how to take a proper selfie.”

You looked up at Marshall in shock. He shrugged in response. “I’m almost 50 years old, what do you expect?”

You fake gagged. “God, why am I best friends with an old man?”

You were a somewhat new musician in your mid 20s. You were struggling to get much recognition when you received a phone call from Eminem himself asking if you wanted to do a collab on his next album. Apparently his daughter was a huge fan (the first thing he said that made you freak out) and she had played a song for him (the second). He liked it so much that he wanted to offer you a spot on his album (and the third).

You didn’t expect anything more than a working partnership between the two of you. You knew it was going to be an entertaining time in the studio, but there was no reason for things to extend further beyond the recording of the song unless he decided to release the song as a single.

To your surprise, the two of you got along really well. You kept in touch after doing that song together, and eventually, that one collaboration became multiple. Not only did you become one of Marshall’s regular collaborators, but you also became close friends with him.

The Instagram live that you two were planning on doing was to promote the latest song the two of you had done together, the lead single off of your upcoming second album. Both of your managers had suggested doing the stream as it was very rare that you and Marshall did interviews or streams together, and your fans loved any sort of content of the two of you together.

“Last time I did one of these, it was on a much bigger screen,” Marshall commented.

“That was a YouTube live stream. People still do those, but we both have a much bigger following on Instagram. We’ll probably attract more viewers this way,” you explained. “Besides, it’s not as complicated as a YouTube live stream. We won’t have many technical difficulties since the only thing we have to do for this stream is press a button to start and stop it.”

“You say that as if I even understand social media in general.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and gestured to the seat next to you. “Just sit down.”

He sat next to you and you pressed the button on the screen to start your Instagram live. Within seconds, thousands of viewers were trickling into the stream to watch you, and the messages started coming in just as quickly.

“Holy fuck,” Marshall said, leaning in close to the screen again. “How are we supposed to read all of these when they’re coming in that fast?”

“That’s a great intro,” you muttered, putting a hand on Marshall’s shoulder to try and get him to back away from the screen. “Hey everyone! Welcome to our stream. As you guys can see, I am here with Em, and we are excited to talk about our next song with you guys.”

Marshall made a face at the camera. You elbowed him to get him to stop, but laughed at him as well.

“I have no fucking idea what I’m doing,” he admitted. “I’m letting them handle all of the technical stuff.”

You resisted the urge to convince Marshall that an Instagram live wasn’t even all that technical, but decided to drop it. He was technologically challenged after all.

“Well, let’s focus on something that you do know about: our upcoming song.”

You both spent the next while talking about the song and how it came to be. That led into you talking about your upcoming album and how excited you were to release it. The fans seemed excited about the song and the album and kept asking when it would be coming out, but you kept that a secret so that you could surprise them all when you dropped it without any notice.

The messages were coming in so quickly you could barley read any of them. You were able to pick up on bits and pieces of some and you’d answer as much as you could. Marshall was sat besides you, totally clueless to everything going on. He kept squinting at the screen or making faces during the long moments when you’d talk. It was definitely amusing the audience because they kept making comments about it.

“Man, shit like this makes me really fucking feel my age,” he commented suddenly. “Like technology in general, and the fact that people like me are just expected to know how to adapt to it when we don’t know anything about it. It’s fucking wild.”

“I don’t think you’re necessarily expected to adapt to it,” you said. “But I do get why it feels that way. I mean, I can only speak for myself here, but when I was growing up it felt like I, as the younger generation, was expected to develop with the technology or else we weren’t ‘cool’ or whatever. I only signed up for social media because everyone else was doing it.”

“I didn’t even want anything to do with social media. That’s why my team usually handles all the posts and shit on there. I don’t give a fuck to learn how to work it.”

It was a weird turn for the stream to take, but the two of you talked about social media and technology for a while before deciding to bring the stream to an end. You said goodbye to everyone watching and pressed the button to end the stream.

“It’s not even that hard,” you teased Marshall as you slipped your phone back in your pocket and stood.

“It’s not even that hard,” he mocked. “Yeah, whatever. Drop a freestyle that doesn’t sound like shit and tell me that’s not hard.”

“Oh, we both know I could totally beat your ass in a freestyle battle...thing,” you said, unconvincingly. “I’m just too tired to do it now because of the stream and shit.”

“Sure whatever, pussy.”

You flipped him off and laughed at the mock shocked look on his face.

sorry it’s so short and awful, i had no ideas what to write for this one at all :/

#eminem #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #imagine #one shot #request #drabble #blurb #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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writingwithcolor · 3 years ago

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How to avoid orientalism when taking inspiration from a culture (specifically the early Ottaman Empire) for a fantasy civilization?

Hi guys! I’ve been following WritingWithColour for a while now, and I’ve learned a lot about the scope necessary to represent a culture in a way that isn’t just “reskinning” Protestant yt culture. I’m not sure how to apply those principles to a made up people in a fantasy setting, however.

The specific example I’m working with is an invented culture in a standard magic-and-dragons setting. I really love the textile arts, the food and the highly regimented system of government of the early Ottoman Empire (14-15th century); the various imperial methods of forcibly assimilating conquered peoples, while often cruel, add rich dynamics for storytelling.

My worries are that I will either go too shallow, and end up slapping sambars and fezes on the standard pseudo-European fantasy setting for the aesthetic; or that I will go too detailed, and end up with an unmanageable scope. I don’t want to rewrite the whole history of the Ottoman empire as it might occur in a fantasy world; I also want the freedom to tailor the world as needed, not just add dragons to an existing historical culture.

I apologize if this question is too general! Navigating the line between taking inspiration from a culture and just mining it for exotic details is hard. I really don’t want to be disrespectful or othering!

Thanks!

How to avoid orientalism when taking inspiration from a culture (specifically early Ottoman Empire) for a fantasy civilization

Before we begin: none of the below is excusing the genocides perpetrated by the Ottomans, up to and including the Armenian, Greek, and Assyrian genocides. This is a post about worldbuilding, researching, and examining bias. Bias against the Ottomans is a valid stance to have, especially considering how recent their worst genocides were. I absolutely condemn the Armenian, Greek, and Assyrian genocides and all other genocides perpetrated by the Ottomans, of which there are many.

This post is, instead, about removing fixation from Asian colonialism and showing that colonialism and brutal mass slaughter are not exclusive to any one empire, in order to lower bias when representing an Asian culture and add bias towards European cultures.

That being said, here’s my advice:

Step 1

Spend 5-10-odd years learning about the society, engaging with people from the region on social media, find sources from peoples the group colonized, and look up at least two cultures they engaged with regularly to read those sources

Note: this doesn’t have to be continuous, taking up all your time, just a little bit here, a research book there

Step 2:

Learn about the biases in scholarship and political agendas driving this research both in modern times and historically and adjust your expectations of how accurate the sources are accordingly (this is why you want to find sources from the groups they colonized and cultures they interacted with. But you’ll also have to do this step for them, too)

Again, this doesn’t have to be continuous, taking up all your time, just a little bit here, a research book there

Step 3:

Write and rewrite the story over that same 5-10 year span as you learn more, and use the writing to figure out what you need to learn.

No, the number of years it takes is not a typo.

Welcome to diversity on hard mode!

Research

This is why WWC in general recommends you start in fantasy Europe and diversify populations within the European context. In those cases, yeah you do have to worry about reskinning a bunch of people with white Christian ideals, but you’re also sticking diverse populations in situations where they would’ve been influenced by white Christian society in real life. Having (some) back and forth between the two societies because they actually interact is perfectly normal. You can also have converts, and/or non-European Christian kingdoms (who would have absolutely traded with Europe; see Ethiopia) so not all of your Christian-influenced people are white.

In these situations, you can spend more along the lines of 1 to 3 years because the documentation is there, often in a language you can understand, and it’s a lot easier to find modern scholars doing research on Europe without having to vet all modern scholarship in an unfamiliar country where you have to figure out both historical context and modern bias colouring those contexts.

Because at least in Europe, you can figure out a little easier when something is pushing a really white supremacist, right-wing agenda; most of the red flags in research we know to look for are based off Europe and/or America. (You’ll still need to do a bit of research for modern context in specifically that country, but they’re all in the same family of awful)

But if you’re looking in, say, Turkey, or Egypt, or Saudi Arabia, then you have to: figure out the modern political context driving scholarship, learn red flags you had no idea even existed, and learn the historical bias that clouded the judgements. All the while very few to none of the sources are even in the Roman alphabet so things can and will get garbled in translation, so read at least two to five translations per work. Not to mention you also have to evaluate any English reporting for bias against those countries because Western English media treats Asian countries very badly.

Yup.

It’s hard.

Recommended reading:

If you want to make diversity a little easier on yourself, I’d suggest reading this guide: Crafting a Fantasy Culture, or the fallacies of using culture in the singular

The Ottomans

The Ottomans absolutely interacted with Europe. If you really want to write about a group of Ottomans, then by all means have thriving trade networks between the Ottomans and Europeans (to mirror what existed irl). Make the Ottomans major characters. Don’t fall into the trap of making all the brown people be terrible and so much less complex than the Europeans. (especially since everyone had their own buckets of bigotry thrown in)

The number of European countries that traded with the Ottomans is very long. You can throw a dart at a map of Europe and find a place that traded with the Ottomans. They outlasted most of Europe’s empires. They outlasted a large chunk of Asia’s empires. They were the primary hub of the Silk Road. If you wanted anything from Asia, it was probably going through the Ottoman empire.

(And here’s an example of source bias that might be invisible unless you look: Europeans who wanted direct trade links to India and China would have a vested interest in saying how bad the Ottomans were, because the worse they painted the empire, the more they could justify funding long sailing expeditions “around the world” to try and bypass them; ever notice how so many modern stereotypes around Arab and West Asian trade brokers is “they charge such markups we should get it directly from the country of origin”? Yeah.)

And while you’re at it, find something like the Spanish Inquisition for the brutal colonizing people you are so interested in. Happened at the same time period. You can also begin to unlearn the Muslims-as-uniquely-terrible-invaders from the Spanish vs Moors. Which, should you decide you still want to write a secondary world Ottoman-based fantasy, will long-term help you to avoid a lot of the stereotypes you would have been taught in school. You can also do this by looking at various literature about the Crusades and how absolutely colonialist the English were in those processes.

The Spanish also perpetuated the first large-scale genocide in modern history with the colonization of the Americas, which is suspiciously absent from a lot of talk about empires that perpetuated genocide because those lists are so Old World, happened-within-our-borders heavy; if it happened across an ocean from the colonizers, or otherwise where they tried to “settle” or “trade with”, it gets a different list. This is another example of source bias that is often invisible: the slave trade and North American colonialism are missing from “lists of worst genocides ever.”

Because you are absolutely going to need to trace your logic for why you are attracted to Ottoman colonization instead of, say, English, Portuguese, Dutch, French, or Spanish. Why is non-European colonization the most interesting to you? Why are their methods of colonialism what you grabbed onto? The Ottomans were brutal, yes, but so were the Spanish and Dutch and English, especially at this time period.

This stomping out of diversity existed globally, which meant it absolutely happened in Europe. Do people focus on West/South Asian colonialism it because a few centuries of Christian bias against Muslims has made it that Christian colonialism is discussed in a positive light, but Muslim colonialism is discussed in a negative light?

I don’t know. I’m not saying it’s particularly bad to start from here. It’s where most Christians in the West start from. I am simply pointing out the structure that makes those thoughts, so you can look at the logic and stop seeing Muslim empires as unilaterally so much worse.

Again: the Ottomans were bad. They perpetuated some of the largest-scale genocides in the past 200 years. They perpetuated countless others across their very long history. Ignoring the colonialism that the Ottomans did is revisionist at best and actively destructive at worst.

But European colonial powers were also bad. And the double standards between how European colonialism is treated in fantasy and Asian colonialism is treated in fantasy is what I am speaking to here. Assuming the Ottomans are unique in their genocide and their methods is orientalism.

For an example: the Ottoman empire was a refuge for Jewish people cast out of Europe (especially Spain, during the Inquisition) and tolerated them for a large portion of their history. Yes, they were second class citizens, but being a Jewish second class citizen, religion allowed, was really hard to find at the time. I haven’t looked into it beyond a wikipedia search, but it did happen, and I’d suggest starting any sort of research with this article and its sources: History of the Jews in the Ottoman Empire

Orientalism happens when you start treating Asian cultures as something particularly unique and exotic and strange. As evident by the above, the Ottomans were not particularly unique when it came to how much they colonized. I’m sure if you did more detailed comparisons to who was killing the most for what reason in the same time frame, you’d find some surprises.

I really do strongly suggest, if you want a time period and empire that will be easier to dodge orientalism, the Spanish were doing the same sort of thing at the same time period. The Inquisition was running, they had mass witch-hunts in the rural areas, they were casting out their Jewish and Muslim populations, they were orchestrating genocides in the Americas and mass-enslaving the Indigenous populations in silver mines, and they’re given far too much benefit of the doubt so you won’t be approaching them from a perspective of “oh, look at this brutal place Over There”; you’ll have been taught their justification already.

How this translates to fantasy that isn’t trauma exploitation I am not sure, but feel free to browse the trauma exploitation tag to find out. This is where “sketchy history” (detailed below) will probably be your best friend.

Also, how this translates into not apologizing for the Spanish’s atrocities is something you’re going to have to figure out. It’s the flipside to the fetishization coin: as soon as you’re given a more familiar place that you’re taught one narrative about, you want to justify it. You want to say of course it was only certain extremists, not everyone was that bad. But everyone benefited, didn’t they?

If you want to give more grace to the Spanish than the Ottomans, then sit with that. Examine it. Break it down. Because avoiding orientalism means seeing how much the same different groups are. This goes double if you’re starting to research a culture based off their assumed deadliness.

As I say in the guide, no large area was ever completely homogeneous. As I’ve said in other worldbuilding posts, it was very hard to get rid of groups of people unless you had enough population to replace them, because if you killed and/or cast out a group, you had to provide the extra manpower to fill those positions so society would run. Some degree of multiculturalism is more normal—especially in trade hubs like the Ottoman empire—than homogeneity and subjugation.

(Spain actually did undermine its empire a lot by casting out Muslim and Jewish people; they valued ideological purity over a functional kingdom and suffered for it long-term)

Sketchy History

I would like to point out the all-or-nothing mindset in the reply: you don’t need to rewrite a whole history. You just need to know enough to be able to paint broad strokes historical context.

Does European fantasy rewrite all of Europe’s history to account for magic and dragons? Not usually. It just plops a very well known time period down, says “this is how it is like”, and readers nod along because yeah sure of course this period looks like this.

The goal is to get yourself to the point you can feel comfortable broad-strokes painting whatever period you’ve looked at most heavily, have some sense of what major pieces made that period look the way it does, and then write with all the dragons and magic and other stuff with really sketchy handwriting.

It’s fantasy! It doesn’t need to have a few thousand years of history built into the plot. You can absolutely just sketch it in the fantasy context.

But you as an author need to broadly know, okay, the Ottomans came from the fringes of the (Christian) Byzantine empire, and built off a lot of Roman/Byzantine scholarship; they fostered some of the Islamic Golden Age so they would’ve been on the cutting edge of science and medicine for a decent chunk of their early history; they were a major trade hub and would have been extremely cosmopolitan; they had Mughals and various Khanates (Golden Hoard and/or the Chagatai Khanate, I think, for the time period) and the Holy Roman Empire as neighbours. They sat on a critical portion of the Silk Road and would have absolutely controlled trade between Europe and Asia.

Even if you never deep-dive into any of these avenues, you still need to have some idea about them. What does it mean that they were sitting on the Silk Road? It meant everyone and anyone trading across Eurasia would have gone through them, so they’d be pretty wealthy and used to travellers. What did it mean that they had Byzantine territory? It meant they were building off centuries of scholarship starting from Greece and had one of the best libraries in the world in their empire. What did it mean they had the Mughals and various Khanates right there? First gunpowder using empires and they would absolutely take notes.

You get the gist.

But in order to really get a solid deep dive to work beyond your biases and learn enough about others’ biases in your research, it’s definitely going to take years. You are, after all, starting from the negative because you’d been taught the Ottomans were terrible bad people who took over everything and kept threatening Good Christian Europe. You probably weren’t taught about their scholarship, or trade, or the fact they took in Jewish refugees, or any nuance between rules where some were more tolerant and others were more brutal.

You’re going to need to learn a lot of that.

Non-Orientalist secondary world fantasy is a marathon, not a sprint. If you want to just write the story with dragons and colonizers and play with that, the Holy Roman Empire, Spain, France, and England are right there. Look up the non-European populations that lived there, look up how they survived when Christianity was pressing in from all sides, look at what made them tolerated or even celebrated.

You can unlearn orientalism in baby steps. Nothing wrong with that.

And if you really want to write that Ottoman secondary world fantasy? Invest the time to get it right.

~ Mod Lesya

P.S.- I’d suggest looking at resources like Rulers Who Were Actually Good by Overly Sarcastic Productions. It’s a video that breaks down how:

1- rulers in general are people who have a whole lot of bloodshed on their hands because they ordered it, so none of the rulers in history are actually that good when it comes to what they do

2- how the Europe/Asia divide can demonize rulers in Western literature because of political bias and how our English sources get constructed

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fozmeadows · 4 years ago

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race & culture in fandom

For the past decade, English language fanwriting culture post the days of LiveJournal and Strikethrough has been hugely shaped by a handful of megafandoms that exploded across AO3 and tumblr – I’m talking Supernatural, Teen Wolf, Dr Who, the MCU, Harry Potter, Star Wars, BBC Sherlock – which have all been overwhelmingly white. I don’t mean in terms of the fans themselves, although whiteness also figures prominently in said fandoms: I mean that the source materials themselves feature very few POC, and the ones who are there tended to be done dirty by the creators.

Periodically, this has led POC in fandom to point out, extremely reasonably, that even where non-white characters do get central roles in various media properties, they’re often overlooked by fandom at large, such that the popular focus stays primarily on the white characters. Sometimes this happened (it was argued) because the POC characters were secondary to begin with and as such attracted less fan devotion (although this has never stopped fandoms from picking a random white gremlin from the background cast and elevating them to the status of Fave); at other times, however, there has been a clear trend of sidelining POC leads in favour of white alternatives (as per Finn, Poe and Rose Tico being edged out in Star Wars shipping by Hux, Kylo and Rey). I mention this, not to demonize individuals whose preferred ships happen to involve white characters, but to point out the collective impact these trends can have on POC in fandom spaces: it’s not bad to ship what you ship, but that doesn’t mean there’s no utility in analysing what’s popular and why through a racial lens.

All this being so, it feels increasingly salient that fanwriting culture as exists right now developed under the influence and in the shadow of these white-dominated fandoms – specifically, the taboo against criticizing or critiquing fics for any reason. Certainly, there’s a hell of a lot of value to Don’t Like, Don’t Read as a general policy, especially when it comes to the darker, kinkier side of ficwriting, and whether the context is professional or recreational, offering someone direct, unsolicited feedback on their writing style is a dick move. But on the flipside, the anti-criticism culture in fanwriting has consistently worked against fans of colour who speak out about racist tropes, fan ignorance and hurtful portrayals of living cultures. Voicing anything negative about works created for free is seen as violating a core rule of ficwriting culture – but as that culture has been foundationally shaped by white fandoms, white characters and, overwhelmingly, white ideas about what’s allowed and what isn’t, we ought to consider that all critical contexts are not created equal.

Right now, the rise of C-drama (and K-drama, and J-drama) fandoms is seeing a surge of white creators – myself included – writing fics for fandoms in which no white people exist, and where the cultural context which informs the canon is different to western norms. Which isn’t to say that no popular fandoms focused on POC have existed before now – K-pop RPF and anime fandoms, for example, have been big for a while. But with the success of The Untamed, more western fans are investing in stories whose plots, references, characterization and settings are so fundamentally rooted in real Chinese history and living Chinese culture that it’s not really possible to write around it. And yet, inevitably, too many in fandom are trying to do just that, treating respect for Chinese culture or an attempt to understand it as optional extras – because surely, fandom shouldn’t feel like work. If you’re writing something for free, on your own time, for your own pleasure, why should anyone else get to demand that you research the subject matter first?

Because it matters, is the short answer. Because race and culture are not made-up things like lightsabers and werewolves that you can alter, mock or misunderstand without the risk of hurting or marginalizing actual real people – and because, quite frankly, we already know that fandom is capable of drawing lines in the sand where it chooses. When Brony culture first reared its head (hah), the online fandom for My Little Pony – which, like the other fandoms we’re discussing here, is overwhelmingly female – was initially welcoming. It felt like progress, that so many straight men could identify with such a feminine show; a potential sign that maybe, we were finally leaving the era of mainstream hypermasculine fandom bullshit behind, at least in this one arena. And then, in pretty much the blink of an eye, things got overwhelmingly bad. Artists drawing hardcorn porn didn’t tag their works as adult, leading to those images flooding the public search results for a children’s show. Women were edged out of their own spaces. Bronies got aggressive, posting harsh, ugly criticism of artists whose gijinka interpretations of the Mane Six as humans were deemed insufficiently fuckable.

The resulting fandom conflict was deeply unpleasant, but in the end, the verdict was laid down loud and clear: if you cannot comport yourself like a decent fucking person – if your base mode of engagement within a fandom is to coopt it from the original audience and declare it newly cool only because you’re into it now; if you do not, at the very least, attempt to understand and respect the original context so as to engage appropriately (in this case, by acknowledging that the media you’re consuming was foundational to many women who were there before you and is still consumed by minors, and tagging your goddamn porn) – then the rest of fandom will treat you like a social biohazard, and rightly so.

Here’s the thing, fellow white people: when it comes to C-drama fandoms and other non-white, non-western properties? We are the Bronies.

Not, I hasten to add, in terms of toxic fuckery – though if we don’t get our collective shit together, I’m not taking that darkest timeline off the table. What I mean is that, by virtue of the whiteminding which, both consciously and unconsciously, has shaped current fan culture, particularly in terms of ficwriting conventions, we’re collectively acting as though we’re the primary audience for narratives that weren’t actually made with us in mind, being hostile dicks to Chinese and Chinese diaspora fans when they take the time to point out what we’re getting wrong. We’re bristling because we’ve conceived of ficwriting as a place wherein No Criticism Occurs without questioning how this culture, while valuable in some respects, also serves to uphold, excuse and perpetuate microaggresions and other forms of racism, lashing out or falling back on passive aggression when POC, quite understandably, talk about how they’re sick and tired of our bullshit.

An analogy: one of the most helpful and important tags on AO3 is the one for homophobia, not just because it allows readers to brace for or opt out of reading content they might find distressing, but because it lets the reader know that the writer knows what homophobia is, and is employing it deliberately. When this concept is tagged, I – like many others – often feel more able to read about it than I do when it crops up in untagged works of commercial fiction, film or TV, because I don’t have to worry that the author thinks what they’re depicting is okay. I can say definitively, “yes, the author knows this is messed up, but has elected to tell a messed up story, a fact that will be obvious to anyone who reads this,” instead of worrying that someone will see a fucked up story blind and think “oh, I guess that’s fine.” The contextual framing matters, is the point – which is why it’s so jarring and unpleasant on those rare occasions when I do stumble on a fic whose author has legitimately mistaken homophobic microaggressions for cute banter. This is why, in a ficwriting culture that otherwise aggressively dislikes criticism, the request to tag for a certain thing – while still sometimes fraught – is generally permitted: it helps everyone to have a good time and to curate their fan experience appropriately.

But when white and/or western fans fail to educate ourselves about race, culture and the history of other countries and proceed to deploy that ignorance in our writing, we’re not tagging for racism as a thing we’ve explored deliberately; we’re just being ignorant at best and hateful at worst, which means fans of colour don’t know to avoid or brace for the content of those works until they get hit in the face with microaggresions and/or outright racism. Instead, the burden is placed on them to navigate a minefield not of their creation: which fans can be trusted to write respectfully? Who, if they make an error, will listen and apologise if the error is explained? Who, if lived experience, personal translations or cultural insights are shared, can be counted on to acknowledge those contributions rather than taking sole credit? Too often, fans of colour are being made to feel like guests in their own house, while white fans act like a tone-policing HOA.

Point being: fandom and ficwriting cultures as they currently exist badly need to confront the implicit acceptance of racism and cultural bias that underlies a lot of community rules about engagement and criticism, and that needs to start with white and western fans. We don’t want to be the new Bronies, guys. We need to do better.

#race #racism #c-drama #fandom #fan wank #fandom wank #microaggresions #culture #the untamed #bronies #whiteness #ficwriting #fanwriting #cultural bias #discourse

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headspacedad · 2 years ago

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hey new tumblr users

Welcome!

So - you’re starting to settle in to your new tumblr home but the landscape is still pretty wild and you’re not sure entirely what’s going on outside your window. Since my first post about reblogs kind of blew up a bit and it had a couple of questions showing up in the comments, I figured I’d make another post in case that helps anyone.

Today let’s talk about communicating.

no, no, come back here. It’s gonna be okay. This is something you only have to do if you want to.

You can go your entire tumblr existence just reblogging posts and enjoying the people you’re following. That’s cool. But I see a lot of new arrivals want to be interactive too and that makes sense considering this is a social media site. In fact, tumblr can be VERY social given half the chance. This post here puts it wonderfully.

So, you’re on tumblr. You’ve picked out an icon for your blog. You’re reblogging posts you enjoy (sharing the cool rocks you found with the people hanging with you) and you’re ready to get a bit more interactive. Its kind of daunting though because tumblr seems to have a lot of ways to interact and some unspoken rules on how to do it. Let’s break this down.

First and easiest is to respond to posts. You see something you want to comment on, an interesting post about sharing rocks for example. There are three ways you can interact directly with the post.

1. When you hit ‘reblog’ there’s a spot for you to add comments (gifs, etc) of your own. This is great for things you don’t mind everyone and their cousin getting to see. A quip, adding a fact, telling a related story, politely disagreeing or providing another viewpoint, bouncing off their idea and expanding with one of your own, adding to the story idea they’ve presented, throwing in a relevant gif, etc. This is the space for things you don’t mind the entirety of tumblr getting to read. You’ll notice a lot of posts are chained comments like this with multiple people contributing to the post by the time it reaches you. There really isn’t any rule about not doing this but general consensus is to make it, somehow, apply to the original post and to not be a butt about whatever your reply is going to be. Someone posting about fighting depression by making themselves stop and enjoy the way roses smell probably doesn’t need you replying by talking about how rotten roses are and how life is pain, highness. Start a new post of your own if you want to express that.

2. tags! Tags are the #tags part of a post when you hit reblog. A lot of people use these for their original purpose, which is to *cough* make it easier to find things using tumblr’s search engine (tumblr’s search engine is pretty wack). Still, tags are sometimes useful. They can, theoretically, help you or people on your blog look up posts quickly. They can help people doing a general search of tumblr tags find posts on subjects they’re interested in. I regularly search ‘bunblr’ for instance (highly recommended). BUT tags have a secondary use that a lot of people have adopted as well. Tags can be used for a kind of ‘aside conversation’. This is where you can write comments when you don’t necessarily want to add them to the body of the reblogged post. It isn’t meant to be shared with tumblr as a whole. It’s for the people following you. Sometimes one of your followers will paste your tags to the post itself and you’ll see comments like ‘how could you leave these in the tags?!’ That’s a good thing and usually means you hit a cord but most of the time tags are just for aside conversations and not derailing the post itself.

3. Reply. That little speech bubble at the bottom of a post? Click on that and you get the little ‘reply’ section. Here’s where you interact with the original poster (OP) directly. You can ask a question, add a short story, give encouragement, etc. There’s a character limit on it so you can’t get crazy verbose but its a good way to add a short bit to a post and - hopefully - get a reply from the poster. Be aware though, people like me are pretty forgetful and don’t always check their notifications. That little lightning mark at the top of my dash is always at 99+ and pretty roundly ignored on the daily. Still, other people can also read the reply part and sometimes you’ll get entire discussions in there as people respond.

Be aware that all three of these methods are viewable to everyone. Anyone who sees the post can click on the notes and the tags, comments and replys will pop up for them. These aren’t for private conversations. They’re three ways to interact with posts publicly.

Private communication will be for another post. So - you ready to test it out? Use this post as your free trial and get some social interaction practice going on! Once you’re comfortable you can branch out and there you go. Social times for everyone (that wants it)!

#tumblr #new to tumblr #tumblr guidelines #how to tumblr #tumblr newbies #how do i tumblr #and all the other wonderful ways you the fine viewer can get your interactions on #and settle into making a place for yourself in the tumblr wilderness #have at!#okay to reblog #please do #pass it along

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aphrodeiities · 3 years ago

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𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

welcome to my last astro observations before my big break!

do not steal my content, i will hex :)

❦ i realised that a lot of underdeveloped libras do portray the stereotypes that are given to them, for example, cardi b, bella thorne and malu trevejo? lord hath mercy.

❦ women who have capricorn in the 8th house either like to dominate or be dominated.

❦ a cancer sun and virgo moon makes a very delicate person, they can be empaths and have very sensitive energies.

❦ the sign you have in your 7th house (house of partnerships) can tell you how your fans will be when you become famous, e.g, gemini in 7th can give someone fans who are very dual, can become serious and childish, they will be very active and talkative could even be a younger audience.

❦ having an aquarius mc in your mc persona chart means you're about to bring a change/something new to the career you want.

❦ the third house is about early education, having pisces in the third house could mean you were introduced to spirituality, religion etc at a very young age.

❦ you're most likely to share some placements with your closest friends, for example, i have moon in the 11th and one of my closest friend has the same.

❦ jupiter in the 7th house composite is an excellent placement for a life-long relationship.

❦ the most creative aquariuses have aquarius in the 5th house.

❦ having medusa in the 1st house or aspect your ascendant can make you have really nice hair, or have people want to touch your hair all the time.

❦ since taurus does rule the throat, (thyroid glans and vocal tract) having it in the 5th house is a good indicator of being a great singer. it can also indicate someone being a good cook.

❦ the 11th house shows how social media sees you, for example, i have scorpio in the 11th house and people see me as someone who is mysterious, dark, intense and chaotic.

❦ saturn in 4th house synastry could imply the house person not getting along with the saturn person's mother.

❦ wherever jupiter is in, is where you're prone into pushing yourself, e.x, having jupiter in the third house could mean you over-work yourself when it comes to studying, having jupiter in the sixth house could mean you over-push yourself when it comes to work or helping others, having jupiter in the ninth house could mean you over-work yourself when it comes to research and having jupiter in the twelfth house could mean you push yourself when it comes to spiritual studying or even taking drugs.

❦ since virgo rules the 6th house, and virgo rules the waist, having a sensual sign like taurus or any water sign in the 6th house could indicate a very good belly dancer, could include having virgo in the 5th house hence that being the house of talents.

❦ it said that women who has vishakha moon are always believed to be in the illuminati, e.g, beyonce, miley cyrus, katy perry etc.

❦ in astrology, saturn is known as the planet of grandparents because of its authority and lessons it teach to people, but i believe two planets can symbolise grandparents and i give the second one to jupiter, even though they are both masculine planets i see saturn in a more masculine way so it could symbolise the grandfather whereas jupiter symbolises the grandmother.

❦ so we know how venus beautifies anything it's placed in, people with venus in the third house have very attractive siblings or relatives, people with venus in the fourth house can have a very beautiful home and mother, seventh house beautiful partners and eleventh house beautiful friends.

❦ mars makes you more passionate in whatever house it is in, it being placed in the 5th house, you are passionate about your ideas, hobbies and creativity, 9th house, you are passionate when it comes to learning different cultures, philosophies, religion and spirituality.

❦ there was a time where i wondered what ascendant olivia rodrigo was and i said she had to be a water sign because of her watery eyes but she ended up being a capricorn rising, however, what i didnt realise that a lot of capricorn have watery eyes:

(ariana grande, olivia rodrigo and megan fox)

❦ and i've noted that a lot of capricorn risings have pointy chins and it's because their symbol is literally the goat and goats are known for their long "beards".

❦ on the other hand, i've realised a lot of capricorn rising have bright eyes, like they're normally a high shade of a colour or just really shiny and goat eyes are normally very light, bright because of it's yellowish colour.

❦ another rising sign i find interesting is aqua risings, when you look into them you understand why they're considered the aliens of astrology, because they do look very outer-worldly and alien-like, many of them have eyes that are far apart and have a kind of tear drop head shape:

(rosé, nicki minaj and anya taylor joy)

❦ made me noticed a lot of aqua placements, mainly risings like to have light coloured hair.

❦ back to the aqua risings, you could see how the have the type of beauty that belongs to them? like you wont see their type of beauty on someone else, and like capricorn risings, these risings have quite a point to chin and whenever we look at aliens, they're known for their pointy chin and tear drop headshape:

❦ thank you guys for your love and support! i hope you enjoyed this and see you next time!

pluto ❦

#d4rkpluto #astro notes #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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riley-kore · 2 years ago

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His Perfect Secret

Hey guys this is my first fic on here. Please show it some love. Feedback is always welcome.

Chapter 1

“And here's to my baby, He ain't reading what they call me lately”

We were only sixteen when things spun out of control around us. He was trying to make his name and I was entering the most amazing stage of my life. At 19 I was in my last year at the University of Oxford studying Economics and Management. It was a feat but I wanted to do it, but the two little lines looked back at me, mocking me and my dreams. To say our parents were furious was the least but we knew what we wanted to achieve regardless. So at 19, Lewis was making history in karting and I was finishing uni while preparing for a baby. Seven months after those two little lines, seven days after his birthday Lewis and I welcome our twins Camryn and Celeste Hamilton into this world and at 21 Lewis and I said “I Do” promising to stick by each other forever. Over the years Lewis and I made the decision to keep our family out of the spotlight. So while Lewis raced, I ran the business side of his brand, managed my own company, and raise our kids. This leads us to where we are today celebrating the twins' 18th birthday.

Lewis was nervous I could see it all over his face. We had always talked about stepping out into the spotlight with the twins. We had originally said at 16 but then they started uni and now we decide it's time. We sat with both of our teams going over everything. People were used to me being around Lewis but only and few persons knew we were married.

“ A heartfelt post on their birthday would be good then them enter the track with him at the start of the season” Jammie, my Social Media Manager said.

“ That could work,” Lewis said gripping my hand tight.

By the time we got back to our apartment anxiety started to skyrocket. My babies meant everything to me and we were about to throw them to the wolves. We walked in and I just wanted to release all the stress of today. I went straight to the bathroom, strip down, and went into the shower, letting the water fall. I stood aimlessly under the shower when the door opened and Lewis stepped in. He stepped forward and my back met his front. His hands wrapped around my middle while he gently kissed my neck. His hands traveled in opposite directions one wrapping around my neck while the other made its way toward my needy center. His hardness pressed into my back as his fingers danced over my clit.

“I want to hear you sweetheart” he whispered in my ear. The sounds that left my lips were a testament to the man I married. He turned me around and said “ Jump”. I wrap my legs around him, and he walked us over to the wall and braced me on it. He entered me, moving slowly at first building his pace. He bit down on my shoulder marking me like he always does. I could feel myself tightening around him. I could never understand how people get bored in their marriages. After 16 years of marriage, Lewis and I's sex life was always evolving. This man has fucked me in so many ways it has been wonderful.

“I'm close,” I said.

“Me too, “ he said. He speeds and we both feel the release we desperately needed.

“ I love you” he said kissing me. I returned the kiss and told him i loved him too. We quickly showered and got dressed knowing the twins will be home any moment. This was the beginning of the rest our lives.

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frogtanii · 4 years ago

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your palms were sweaty as you adjusted your slacks, making sure the pleats were where they should be with not a wrinkle in sight. you wanted to look professional and put together, at least on the outside, because you knew you were actually about .2 seconds away from falling apart.

a quick glance to the boys at your sides notified you that they weren’t faring much better. atsumu kept fidgeting with his cufflinks, sakusa was so stiff you could knock him over with your pinky, kenma looked like he was about to pass out, bokuto was debating on squeezing under the table in front of you, kuroo was tapping a pattern on his pants (akeelah and the bee style), and akaashi kept reciting ominous poems under his breath.

the only people in the room who looked even remotely fine were osamu, oikawa, sugawara, daichi, and, surprisingly, yachi. osamu was munching on some peanuts that he pulled from... somewhere, while oikawa and sugawara were holding their own conversation by the window. daichi seemed to be minding his own business but you could never really get a proper read on him anyway.

well, you supposed yachi was okay because she knew what to expect. i mean, you were meeting her boss.

after you and kenma had posted your “exposing the hype(r) house” youtube video, an email had come to the both of you, inviting you to visit the “big boss” along with the rest of the crew.

you weren’t necessarily afraid of losing your job; the hype(r) house was already being dissolved and you were (finally!!!) getting to move in with makki and mattsun until you found your own place. you were genuinely excited to put the drama and literal hell behind you and begin to live your life again but...

that didn’t mean meeting the Man™ wasn’t terrifying. it was like being called into the principal’s office, complete with the existential dread and occasional bouts of gassiness.

the door opening made you flinch as you quickly moved out of the way to let the newcomers enter. while they walked past you, you couldn’t contain the shock that overtook your face, your jaw practically on the floor.

the man was massive.

built like a brick wall, the man who you assumed to be the “big boss,” had a chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and massive fucking pecs, his white button up barely closing around them.

beside him stood a tall, lanky man who was dressed suspiciously un-office-like with a red buzz cut and wild eyes that seemed to cut into you as he took his place at the table.

the final man seemed a bit awkward in comparison to the other two, but he was trying to seem unaffected, his purple bowlcut, despite being rather juvenile, fitting perfectly with his slim but toned build and bright complexion.

yachi hurried to greet them, giving all three a blinding smile before motioning for everyone else to take a seat. you ended up between the redhead and atsumu, the former being way too entertained by just your general being. his eyes rarely, if ever, left your face sending shivers down your spine. the remaining members all hesitantly took their seats and “big boss” began.

“it is an honor to meet you all. i am ushijima wakatoshi but you can call me ushijima or wakatoshi or ushiwaka or toshijima or just ushi or just jima or just waka or just toshi.” for a moment you thought he was joking but his face never moved, not even with the awkward silence that followed. redhead seemed rather amused by the whole display and bowl cut looked like he was on the verge of spontaneously combusting.

it took an uncomfortably long moment for ushijima to proceed but he did as though nothing had happened. “these are my associates, satori—” redhead gave you a mischievous grin “—and tsutomu.”

“goshiki,” bowl cut interrupted, his voice wavering but his eyes gleaming with righteous indignation as though he was challenging wakatoshi to say something in defiance. instead, ushijima just gave him a nod and he visibly deflated back into his seat.

“goshiki is the social media manager for imla and satori is... satori,” big boss continued, not a hint of emotion on his face. the rest of the table perked up at his comment but atsumu was the only one who apparently had the balls to say anything.

“so yer the one who wrote that shitty among us tweet?” goshiki flushed horribly and sunk further into his plush leather chair, his body language showing he must’ve already gotten an earful about it. “thought it was a good idea,” he muttered while averting his eyes, completely ignoring satori’s cackle from across the wood.

ushijima put up a (massive???) hand to calm the both of them and it instantly worked. satori quieted down though he never lost the mirth in his expression and goshiki straightened up, a new wave of determination crossing his features.

you sat up as well, feeling the shift of energy in the room but you were startled to realize the boss had decided to focus his energy on you, his deep baritone voice calling your full name. “i am extremely sorry. we have failed you as a management team and as men. i have failed you.”

he sounded remarkably remorseful, his brown irises conveying heavy emotion and guilt. you had no idea what to say but he wasn’t done.

“although i do not have full control of the decisions that have been made here, i should have fought harder for what i believed was right and for that, i will forever be sorry.” you shifted uncomfortably under his weighty gaze, not that he noticed because his attention was swiftly taken by kenma at the opposite end of the room.

“who is in charge then? aren’t you like the ceo or whatever?” he asked. ushijima took a moment before nodding very slowly, his attention clearly on something in his head.

thankfully, satori rapidly took over the thread of conversation before the room could fall in tense silence yet again. “there’s a board of old, stuffy guys who basically kicked miracle boy wakatoshi to the curb and make all their decisions without him.”

...miracle boy? what did he have to do to earn that kind of nickname? you shook your head and tuned back in, just as the ceo spoke up once again.

“because i have not succeeded in doing my job properly, i have something to give to you,” ushijima deadpanned, sliding a thick envelope towards you. you carefully grabbed it and opened it up to reveal a thick, thick, wad of cash.

a gasp caught in your throat, words not coming to you as you thumbed through the money. there had to be at least $60k in there, your eyes filling with tears while you took in his generosity. “thank you,” you whispered, not trusting your voice to speak any louder.

wakatoshi nodded at you before addressing the rest of the table about something but you weren’t even listening.

you were so overwhelmed. for the longest time, you’d hated whoever management was for ignoring your pleas for help and trying to placate you with nice dresses and fancy dinners so meeting ushijima was quite the welcomed surprise.

despite everything that occurred, you could tell he felt horrible for letting things slide even though it was technically out of his hands and you couldn’t even articulate how much that meant to you.

the fact that he had gone out of his way to pay you extra, assumingly without the permission of the board, was heartwarming, confusing, shocking, and staggering all at once.

i mean, you could probably describe the past few months as exactly that. so much had happened, so much had changed, and while you could do without some of the life adjustments (the nightmares, spare trauma, and fear of public bathrooms to start), you felt blessed with new friends and the experiences that helped shape you to the person you were now.

the boys didn’t hate you anymore (well, not all of them at least and none were actively antagonizing you), you were seeing dr yamada again, you were getting to move in with your two best friends, you were just given enough money to expand your channel drastically, and you were finally feeling good. better than good.

meiko was behind you and though you missed the person she once was, you were so glad she was out of your life in a way where she couldn’t harm you or the boys any longer.

a grin spread across your face, your cheeks nearly burning from the intensity of it. things were definitely looking up.

a soft call of your name jolted you from your thoughts, your eyes landing on all the boys already standing as they got ready to leave the room. you could sense their worry and you shot them a genuine, reassuring smile before standing yourself.

you waved goodbye to the three men at the table, thanking ushijima profusely for his kindness but he shook you off, insisting that he had just been doing what he should’ve done a long time ago.

what a nice guy.

as you followed the boys out of the building, you took a moment to observe them together with fondness written all over your expression. they were laughing and joking around, the happiest and most carefree you had ever seen any of them. bokuto was begging yachi to get them ice cream, the rest of them piling on until she gave in with a playful roll of her eyes, giggling at the cheer that went up from the group.

atsumu seemed to notice you lagging behind, falling back to join you. “ya okay angel?” he asked, eyes focused on your feet as he slowed down to match your pace.

you didn’t answer for a while, instead focusing on the sun warming your cheeks, the cool breeze messing up your hair, and the sounds of pure joy swirling above you.

“i’m absolutely perfect.” you replied and you actually meant it. “race you to the van?” you sent him an impish grin before taking off, his yells of indignation making you laugh freely as the rest of the boys joined in, right on your heels.

this is it, you thought. no matter what, i’ll have this moment and i’ll be okay.

you’d been through hell and back and you’d survived. you’d been cursed at, choked out, hospitalized, and been beaten at mario kart more times than you could count and you had still made it through. you were resilient and strong and you’d never given up, despite how badly you’d wanted to, multiple times over.

things weren’t perfect, they rarely are, but you knew that if you could make it through all that, you could get through practically anything, especially with the boys by your side.

yeah. i’ll be just fine.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

bonus!!

“told you it sounded stupid as hell.”

“gah, stop talking about it!!”

“you sounded sooooo old ‘shiki, what are you, 92?”

“AAAAAAAAAA!!!”

“satori...”

“what’s up miracle boy?”

“...what is ‘sus’?”

℗ poker face

i’ll be just fine

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saiyanprincessswanie · 3 years ago

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You Will Love Me

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 2546

Warnings: Possessive Ex-husband, Kidnapping, Non/Dub-con, Oral (F - receiving), unprotected smut, light bondage, forced orgasm, fingering, cussing

Summary: After your divorce, you decided to leave New York behind and head to a small town in Montana to start over. On a cool, autumn afternoon you head out to the flea market in search of items for your place. There you stumble upon a man selling paintings and drawings. Something doesn’t feel right about him. He seems familiar to you. What happens when your past comes back into your life and doesn’t want to let you go?

The is for @stargazingfangirl18 5K Soft Dark Challenge. Congrats on the 5K followers! Quote is in bold.

Thank you to @music-culture-mythology & @bxccxdxll for beta reading this for me. Divider by @whimsicalrogers

A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. 😊💜

I do NOT give my consent to have my work translated or reposted on any social media platform, apps or third party sites. If you see my work anywhere else besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts then it has been stolen. I will NEVER give written or verbal permission to repost or translate any of my fanfics as they’re MY intellectual property. 🚫🚫

Today was supposed to be the start of a new life without the overbearing husband you once had. As soon as the divorce was finalized with your reluctant ex, you packed your car and left New York. How foolish of you to think that you could get away from him. No matter how far you traveled fear consumes your mind that he would find you.

Steve Rogers was America’s golden boy and a hero to the world. But behind closed doors, he was anything but that. Steve was possessive, controlling every aspect of your life and finances. It got to the point you couldn’t see your friends or family without him by your side. Of course, the ones you loved dearly saw no harm in Steve. This played to his advantage when you wanted to leave him. No one could understand why you would ruin a perfect relationship. They blamed you for the failed marriage as Steve could do no wrong in their eyes. This is why you left everyone behind and never looked back.

You headed out west and finally came across the small town of Whitefish in Montana. The town had a population of over seven thousand people. It was known as a resort town where people came to ski in the wintertime or go hiking in the Glacier National Park. You never expected to settle down here with people constantly coming and going, but the sight of the mountains and beautiful lake drew you in.

There was so much to do in the area that you never had to worry about being bored like you were in New York. Hiking, biking trails, and kayaking on the lake were just some of your favorite things to do. Today, you found yourself wandering the flea market on a cool autumn afternoon. The people in this town were friendly and made light conversation as you walked from booth to booth.

You found yourself approaching a booth with a man in his thirties surrounded by beautiful drawings. Your eyes scanned the different sceneries that were sketched from the area. The drawings were so well done it was as if someone had taken a picture.

“See anything you like?” The man asked.

You looked up at the man in front of you. He was definitely handsome up close and his smile was friendly. “There are so many amazing drawings and paintings.” Your eyes caught one painting in particular of the mountains that you have come to know so well. The colors of the fall trees that sat below it made you think back to the New England fall leaves. “I think this one would look great in the house.”

The man nodded his head. “This one is my favorite. It reminds me of back home.”

You handed him the money that the price showed on it. “Oh, where are you from?”

He took the money from you and chuckled. “I'm originally from back east but came out here to escape the craziness of city life. How about yourself?”

A hesitant giggle escaped your lips. “Um, same here. I was needing a fresh start and this place captured my heart.” You went to pick up the large painting when he stopped you from lifting it.

“Tell you what, how about I hold onto this until you are done looking around. Then I can help load this into your vehicle for you.” His blue eyes stared back into yours and an odd feeling came over you.

“You don’t have to do that…”

“It’s not a big deal,” he interrupted.

Mentally you were at war with yourself. Those blue eyes reminded you of Steve but clearly, this wasn’t him. The people in this town were always so kind and helpful. This man was just trying to be nice. “Okay, as long as you don’t mind. I will be done in another hour.”

“Sounds good sweetheart. I’ll be here when you get back.” You nodded at him before turning and walking back to view the other vendors.

The clouds from overhead started to darken as you continued to walk around the market. Within minutes the rain started to fall gently from the sky. You started to make your way back to the gentleman who was selling his art so you could get it to your car before it was ruined. When you showed up at his table all the paintings and drawings were gone. Where could he have gone?

As the rain picked up more a voice startled you. “Hey, there sweetheart. Sorry to frighten you.”

Taking a breath you tried to get your breathing under control. “It’s okay. Did you sell out of your work?”

The man chuckled. “I wish. I saw the storm coming in and decided to pack it up for the day so it didn’t get ruined. I have yours in my van so it would stay dry. Are you done for the day?”

“Yeah, I’m done. I just picked up a few odds and ends. But I’m ready to grab the painting if that’s alright with you?”

“Of course it is. This way doll.” The pet name caused a chill to run down your spine as you followed after him. Every red flag tried to pop into your mind. It told you not to follow him but your legs kept carrying you further away from the people at the market and into the parking lot. The van that he was leading you to just so happened to be parked by your car. He looked back at you and smiled gently. Your stomach flipped from the nerves that were starting to build more as you got closer to the van. He opened the sliding door and put a knee on the inside. “Just need to slide this out. I’m going to need your help.” You kept walking closer. It felt like this was going to be a death sentence but as you got to his side you saw that the painting was stuck. You released a breath of relief as you leaned inside to help maneuver it.

As soon as you were halfway inside the van his left arm wrapped around your waist, he pulled you inside and shut the door with his right hand. You instantly started to fight against him but he was too strong for you to overpower. As you continued to kick out and struggle against him you felt a quick prick to your neck. Slowly you started to lose feeling in your limbs and the fight finally left your body. Your eyes started to flutter as you fought to stay awake. The man placed you on your back and watched your struggle. His hand goes to his neck and you watch in horror as a hologram face was pulled off revealing Steve underneath. He was sporting a beard that you once loved to run your fingers through. A sinister smile graced his face. “I told you I would find you.” Those were the last words you heard before you lost consciousness.

You slowly open your eyes and glance around the room. How in the hell did you get to this bedroom? Your anxiety kicks up as you realize your hands are bound to the headboard and you are left in only a bra and panties. “No, no this can’t be happening. Someone, anyone! Help me!” You try to pull at the bindings but it is no use, you’re not going anywhere.

Footsteps are heading to the room as tears fill your eyes. Your mind brings you back to how you found yourself in this predicament. The man who sold you the painting was Steve in disguise. You knew something was wrong and against your better judgment, you still followed him. “Scream all you want, doll, no one is going to hear you. This place is soundproof.” He stalks into the room and takes in your state of undress. He licks his lips as his eyes rake over your form.

Your teary eyes watch him as he discards his shirt and jeans, leaving him in only his black boxer briefs. Even with time apart from him, he still looks devilishly handsome. His arms flex as he sits on the bed next to you. “I’ve thought a lot about you since that divorce was finalized. Thought about how to win you over again. When you ran all the way out here I was mad at first but then I realized something. We won’t have to worry about the media interfering with our relationship like last time. You won’t be able to spit those lies about me again to gain sympathy.”

“They weren’t lies Steve. You were controlling, mean, possessive. I mean look at what you are doing now!” Your face snapped to the side as your cheek exploded from the pain of being hit. A whimper escaped your lips as you knew you pissed him off.

“Dammit, why do you make me do things like that?” He asked as his hand gently turned your face to look at him. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have lost my temper. I’ve been doing so well at controlling it and then you had to open your mouth like that. Look, I know our marriage wasn’t perfect. I will admit I could have done things better. That’s why we are going to start over now. Clean slate.” Steve climbs on top of you, rips your bra and panties off your body leaving them in tatters on the ground. You try to wiggle your lower half away from him as he kisses his way down your stomach.

“Please, don’t do this.” You try to sound like you don’t want this but you feel yourself growing wet from him kissing your skin sensually.

His hands firmly push your thighs apart and you feel his finger gently brush against your wet folds. “Seems to me you are enjoying yourself. Did you already forget how good I can make you feel?” His warm tongue runs through your wet folds and up to your clit making you sigh from the contact. Steve smirks to himself as he knows you won’t last long. He begins to eat your pussy like a man starved. Every flick of his tongue, suck of your clit brings you higher and higher. You try to fight off the building orgasm but Steve knows just what your body needs. He has always been able to play it like a fine-tuned instrument. Steve inserts two of his fingers into your pussy and lightly makes a come hither motion. Your breathing picks up as you bite your lip refusing to give him what he wants. “Stop being so damn stubborn and cum for me.” His lips latch onto your clit and he lightly sucks the pearl into his mouth while his fingers work you. That was all you needed to make you cry out your orgasm for him.

Steve pulls away from you, licking your arousal off his lips and fingers. You could see his beard was glistening from your release. Quickly Steve removed his boxer briefs and stroked his hard cock a few times. “God I can’t wait to be inside you again.” Sitting back on his ankles he lifts your hips and runs his cock through your wet pussy a few times. Once he is covered in your arousal he grabs his cock, placing the tip at your entrance and sinking into you. Steve groans from the feeling of your pussy hugging him tightly. “Still as good as the first time.” He rolls his hips and sets a soft, slow pace. His hands are on your hips holding you just the way he wants so his cock can stroke that spot that makes you see stars. Steve can tell you are trying to fight it but this is a losing battle for you. “It’s okay to enjoy this sweetheart. I know you are by the way you’re gripping me tightly.”

Fresh tears fall from the corner of your eyes as he starts to pick his pace up. He really does know every spot within you that drives you wild. A choked moan escapes your lips on a particularly hard thrust. There was no fighting this, all you could do was let him take what he wants. If you let him use you maybe he would let you go. Another moan tore through you as he fucked into you harder.

“That’s it doll. I knew you wanted this. Fuck.” His hips snapping harder into you as your mewls filled the room. His right-hand leaves your hip and moves between your bodies. You feel his thumb start rubbing your pearl. Your orgasm is building so quickly that your moans grow higher pitched.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing but at that moment it didn’t matter. All you wanted was to feel that release that only he could give you. “Please…” It was the only thing you could say at the moment as he took you apart piece by piece.

“Since you asked so sweetly,” Steve growled out as he pounded into you making the headboard bounce off the wall with every thrust into you. With a sharp snap of his hips, he found your spot that made you see stars. You moaned as your second orgasm washed over you, making your whole body tremble. Steve pulled out, released you from the wrist bindings, and flipped you onto your stomach. His hands grasped your hips and pulled you to your knees. Steve pushed back into you and chased his release. “Tell me you’re mine.” He pulls your body against his, hand wrapped around your throat. His panting is hot against your ear as he quickened his pace.

“I-I’m yours, Steve.” You can no longer fight him. He was right, a part of you did want this and at this moment you let him take what he wanted. Harder and faster he fucked you until you felt his hips start to falter. A few hard thrusts had him coming deep inside you as he moaned your name to the heavens. Steve pulled out of you and you both collapsed on the bed. You shuttered as you felt his cum leaking out of your pussy. The thought of being pregnant with his kid made you feel sick to your stomach.

Steve laid on his back and pulled you close to him, resting your head on his chest. He could feel you trembling against him as your warm tears fell against his skin. “It’s going to be okay doll. We are going to start over and I’m going to get you pregnant. We’ll have the family we always wanted.” He tilted your head to look at him. “Hey, I’m doing this for us. I love you so much.”

Staring into his blue eyes you whispered, “But I don’t want this Steve. I can’t love you again.”

Steve kissed your forehead. “Shhh, sweet girl, it’s okay, I promise you’ll learn to love me.” He held you tight, leaving you to your thoughts. You would never be able to run from him. This was your life now and there was no running from this monster ever again.

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barnesbabee · 3 years ago

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collab || J.Y

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ 2 - ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

Summary: Two famous porn stars have a fun collab together.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn!reader

Words: Just enough

⚠ although there is no mention of gender, the reader wears makeup and lingerie, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don't read ⚠

As Yunho dried his hair with a small towel, he heard the familiar ding sound from his social media. He had just finished uploading the edited version of his live stream, so it wasn't unusual for him to be contacted by a bunch of people right after, however, he didn't expect to see you.

You weren't well known in the porn scenario, as you were fairly new and the competition was vast, but your 'Around The World' series had become a huge success and a major hit for its originality.

Yunho was quite a fan of the series, so when he saw your message, his fingers were crossed.

Y/N: Hello! My name is Y/N, I'm not sure if you know my work, but I am a porn star that is currently doing a series called 'Around The World' where I... well, fuck people all around the world. My next stop is South Korea and I have seen your work before and I think our style is very similar and I would love to do a collab with you! Feel free to check out my work on my page, I hope to hear from you soon! xoxo

The tall man squealed like a high schooler getting a text from his crush, he's always wanted a collab and now he was about to get one in one of the biggest series of the moment!

Yunhxxx: Hello Y/N! I am aware of your series and I am a fan! I would love to do the collab with you! I'll send you my number so we can talk about the details more comfortably :)

Part of your anxiousness died down at his response. Most porn stars were very polite and kind in front of the camera, and in business discussion, all for that quick buck, but you'd find, with your series, that a lot of them were just assholes with a huge ego. You had a good feeling about Yunho, but you didn't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed.

The arrangements didn't take long, as you were both excited for the collab to happen, making it very easy to communicate. Yunho was kind enough to offer his own home for you to sleep in, arguing that 'whoever fucks me gets to sleep in my house for free'.

Yunho spent the weekend preparing everything for your arrival on Monday morning: he cleaned his whole house, stocked his fridge and cabinets with all sorts of food, and sanitized every toy of his. By the time he received your 'I'm on my way!' text, his house was the cleanest it had ever been.

The man showered, put on his best cologne, and applied some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. As he stood in front of the closet in his briefs only, he wondered what he should go for. A sophisticated look? A sexy look? An outlaw-looking look? He wanted something to get you immediately attracted to him. Yunho wanted to make you feel good, not to make you act as if you felt good.

Ultimately he chose a black button-up and black suit pants. He decorated his long fingers (that he had come to learn was something many people liked about him) and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Yunho was aware of his innocent appearance. He had had his cheeks squeezed one too many times, so he caught on quickly. However, the man loved to play with his looks. He loved to make people wonder what kind of person he was, with a cute face, yet an intimidating look.

Before he knew it, his doorbell rang. Yunho took one last look in the mirror, just to make sure everything was in its place and walked towards the door. The first hello wasn't awkward at all, as you'd already had a few zoom calls to discuss what would happen in your collab, just to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

Once you stepped in with your suitcase, you couldn't help but notice how neat, modern, and well decorated his house was. The walls were white with big windows, and the furniture was a mix of grey, light blue, and white. Yunho lead you to the guest room where you'd be staying, and it was a lot nicer than you expected. The bed was high and large, the duvet was grey with a bunch of fluffy white and red pillows decorating it. In front of the bed was a modern black vanity with lightbulbs around the squared mirror, and against the wall in front of the door was a black, sliding door wardrobe, with a large, orange, and red abstract painting of a couple. His house looked simple yet classy, with just the right amount of colour and decoration. You took a look at him, his dark look contrasting the house.

"You already got prepared?"

Yunho looked a little puzzled for a second, but then understood. "Oh! Oh no, you've just arrived, you must be tired! This is just... how I dress?" He said, feeling a little embarrassed.

You took a good look at his outfit.

"You always dress like that? Wow..."

Yunho's cheeks became a little red at the comment, and he stumbled over his words as he thanked you. He was used to receiving compliments when he had his clothes off, but with clothes on? Not so much... Before closing the door, Yunho told you to feel at home, and that when you were ready you could start setting everything up in the room he used to shoot.

The man had never felt that nervous, so when he finally closed the door, he immediately headed to his living room, and found the whiskey bottle he kept for emergencies. He poured a generous glass and sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you.

You were pretty much used to the routine, and since you had a stopover in a neighboring country and spent the night there, the trip hadn't been too tiring. You sat on the very convenient vanity and re-did your makeup. You liked to match your look to your type of content, so you went for a dark look: dark purple lipstick, a heavy, black smokey eye, and loads of mascara. You made sure to apply a lot, so it would run down your face and give the viewers the fucked out look they loved to see.

The lingerie matched your makeup: black lace lingerie with some bling here and there, and a garter belt to accessorize. You grabbed your robe from your suitcase and exited the room.

"Yunho?" You called, peeking your head from behind the wall.

"Hm?"

His eyes widened when he looked up. You were completely different from the person he had met.

"I am ready if you are!"

He nodded and stood up, downing the rest of his 2nd whiskey cup in one go. Yunho took you upstairs and opened the door to his 'studio'.

In the center of the room was a carpet, and a big, empty space behind it.

"I usually move the bed or the couch over there, depending on what I want to do that day. I found that it was easier to move the furniture than the whole set up." He explained, pointing at the empty space.

Against the wall, opposite of you, there was a bed, much like the one on your bedroom, and a nice, black leather couch. Beside you there was a closet, where Yunho kept all his toys, accessories, and streaming outfits. Other than that it was just the usual setup: a desk with a computer, professional lights, and a camera.

Yunho walked over to the couch and moved it with ease to the empty space.

"So we've already decided?" You asked.

The man smirked as if simply entering the room turned him into a completely different person.

"I already have everything planned out for you dear, it would be rude to have my guests work."

You blushed slightly, and sat on the couch, waiting for the green light.

You watched as he opened the closet, displaying his wide collection. He picked a bunch of stuff that he set on top of a towel on the floor.

"Alright, that's about it."

You cocked your head to the side, in confusion.

"You're not getting dressed?"

Yunho reached for the choker he had brought and softly placed it around your neck, tying it just tight enough. He hooked his finger on the big metal ring on the front and tugged on it. You followed his silent command and knelt on the ground, in front of the couch.

"I'm already dressed, for the concept we're gonna try."

You were getting curious and excited. You stayed still as he started up the live stream. Yunho turned on the lights, set up the camera, and pressed 'Start Live Video'. The screen counted down from five, until the live started.

Yunho sat on the couch behind you, and placed his large hand on your head.

The man smirked as soon as the comments started raining.

There was a mixture of fuck yeah's and happy cheers as they recognized Yunho, and became excited for what was to come. The live was obviously happening on your account, although you would always split the tips with the person you worked with.

"Hello," Yunho started, and you let him take the lead "welcome to the 24th edition of Around The World, I am today's guest, and we have such a great show for you today, don't we?"

Yunho tugged on your hair, making you wince. You looked at the camera and nodded.

The 30 dollar donation ding sounded, announcing that someone had made a request.

'Make her sit on your thigh'

You let Yunho take the lead once more, hooking his finger on your choker's hoop and pulling you up, to sit on his thigh. You hummed as you rolled your hips, causing friction between your core and his thigh. Your hand ran along his torso, feeling the fabric of his shirt.

"He has too many clothes, don't you think?" You asked the camera, in a flirty tone.

There was a rain of comments agreeing with you, and you immediately got to work, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His dick print was already very visible in his pants, and you could now understand why he wanted to wear that look.

You removed his shirt, slowly and teasingly, as the viewers praised Yunho's toned body.

The male hooked his finger on your underwear and snapped it against your skin. Your little whimper at the sudden pain made him smirk.

Yunho ran his hands along your body, making you shiver from the cold metal of his rings.

Tips and donations rained down with many requests, and so you went back on the floor and laid your head on Yunho's thigh, your face mere inches away from his hard-on. You perked your ass up and traced the shape of his cock with your finger.

"What do you think? Should we reward them?" Yunho asked, petting your head as he stared into the camera.

As expected, everyone gave you the green light to continue, so you slowly opened his fly, to find he had no underwear on. You freed him from his pants, gripping his length in your hand. You kept eye contact with the male, and although you were a professional, you were always nervous when you had to take dicks on the bigger side.

You spat on his tip, and played with his cock for a second, before slowly inserting it in your mouth. Yunho groaned and threw his head back, taking in the warmth of your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hear, gripping it and tugging on it from time to time.

"Shit, you're doing so good..."

Yunho was very vocal, to your (and the viewer's) pleasure.

The 50$ notification ding sounded, and a message played right after.

'bby I wanna see you jump on his cock'

Yunho smirked and gripped your hair, in a firm, yet not painful way. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning the remaining saliva.

"Hmm, you know what, so do I."

You stripped from your underwear, in a sensual way for the viewers (and Yunho) to enjoy.

Yunho slapped his thigh, and you climbed onto his lap, slowly but surely sinking down on his length. You gripped onto his shoulders for stability and groaned as every inch of his cock disappeared inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks in a beautiful way for the camera to see. The male helped you, as you rode him, not only by holding your hips and guiding you, but also by snapping his hips up against yours. Filthy slapping sounds along with the mixture of your moans echoed in the room, and the donations were reaching their peak.

"F-fuck baby you're s-so good, you're doing so well."

You gripped his shoulders harder, as his praises drew you closer and closer to your edge.

"They're c-close! Should we l-let them cum?"

It was impressive how professional Yunho was. How he looked so immersed in you, so tired and fucked out, with his fringe sticking to his forehead and eyes burning into your soul, yet he didn't forget to interact with the viewers.

There were many people leaning towards yes, begging to hear the way you sounded as you came, and so he worked hard until you screamed his name and tightened around his cock. He let you rest and recompose for a second, but the way you clenched around him made it impossible for him to hold it in any longer.

"Shit, get on the ground."

You gladly complied, and got on your knees for him, immediately sticking out your tongue, as you could predict what would come after.

Yunho jerked himself off to your fucked out face, and soon a string of curses came out of his mouth, as he spilled all over your face. He smirked and wiped some of his cum off of your face with his thumb.

"Say ah, pretty baby."

You smiled and opened your mouth. He inserted his finger in your mouth and you happily licked it clean.

Yunho cupped your face with his hand, and smiled.

"You behaved so well, I might have to reward you again."

His head tilted to the side, pointing to the couch, and you followed. You sat down on the couch, and Yunho knelt in front of you. His arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you forward, so your hole would be of easy access to him.

The man teased you, as his tongue danced around your hole, not quite getting where you wanted him. You rolled your hips up, earning a slap to your inner thigh.

He looked up at you, with a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"Behave."

It didn't take long for you to get what you wanted, as he started tongue fucking you, with the help of his fingers. You gripped his hair, and your back arched as your high approached once more.

You came quickly, with his tongue still inside you, and he held your trembling legs and body, to keep you stable.

He didn't move for a second, giving you time to breathe and rest. After you had recomposed yourself, he helped you up, and the two of you shared a heated kiss, Yunho's hands never leaving your ass, that he definitely had a fixation with.

You finished the stream by thanking the viewers and donors and shut everything off. Once everything was done, you sighed and plopped onto the couch.

"Do you not want to shower?" Yunho questioned, as he saw the mess in your face and body.

You chuckled.

"Yes I do, very much, but I'm so fucked out..."

Yunho very kindly scooped you up.

"Well, I wouldn't want my guest to work too hard, I'll help you out."

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CHRISTIANE AMANPOUR, CHIEF INTERNATIONAL ANCHOR: Welcome to the program, everyone. I’m Christiane Amanpour in London.

For 10 straight days, protests have engulfed ever increasing parts of Iran. The most severe since the so-called Green Revolution of 2009. The fury this time is over women’s rights, especially the current hard-line government’s crackdown on the dress code. It erupted after the death of 22-year-old Mahsa Amini, who had been hauled in over her headscarf by the Morality Police and died while in their custody 10 days ago.

State media and human rights group say that dozens have been killed in the violence so far. Despite internet restrictions and the harsh reaction of security forces. The protests show no sign of abating. In fact, they’re spreading. Demonstrations took place outside the Iranian embassies in London and Paris over the weekend.

Joining me now is Marjane Satrapi. A French-Iranian author and filmmaker who rose to global super stardom with her graphic novel “Persepolis” which tells a story of her coming of age in Iran during the birth of the Islamic Republic and her personal struggles with that oppressive environment

Marjane Satrapi, welcome to the program.

MARJANE SATRAPI, FILM DIRECTOR AND AUTHOR, “PERSEPOLIS”: Hello, Christiane. Thank you for having me.

AMANPOUR: So, I wanted to get your feeling as you watch what’s unfolding there. How does it make you react, given that you saw quite a lot of that when you were much younger and still growing up in Iran?

SATRAPI: Well, obviously it gives me lots of sadness because I — the situation doesn’t change. When I wrote “Persepolis”, it was this hope that, you know, we’re — we will be [living] in a better word and in a better Iran. The situation has not changed. It gives me lots of anger, but at the same time, it also gives me lots of joy because this revolt, these demonstrations, they’re extremely different from all whatever else we have seen here in Iran.

Actually...for example. The first demonstration against the veil, that was in 1980. The women went to the street to contest that they didn’t wanted to put veil. But not only they were alone, they were not so much supported by the men. But even the leftist opposition left them alone saying that the veil that was not their problem and that was a fight of social classes.

When that was a demonstration in 2009, the Green Movement, again that was a seek for a reform. They want, you know, the country to be transformed. And that was this reformist, the so-called reformist that were actually part of this system. Mousavi was the big leader but at the same time, he was the prime minister of Iran with — at the darkest time actually of the Islamic republic. And that was the reform.

...Now, what I see actually is a fight for the women, but the women, they are not alone. There are with boys. ...The boys and girls, they’re all this new generation.

AMANPOUR: Marjane, let me ask you because you said it’s very different this time. And you have been speaking to young people in Iran —

SATRAPI: Yes.

AMANPOUR: — from where you are in Paris. What are they saying to you?... Boys and girls, what are they saying to you?

SATRAPI: What they say to me is that they don’t want the system anymore. They want democracy. I mean, they don’t believe in the reform and their rights. Iran’s government is a dictatorship. If a dictatorship opens for reform, for being transformed, it stops being a dictatorship. Reform and dictatorship doesn’t go together.

So, this is something not possible. You cannot make this government to become a democratic government because it’s... a dictatorship. And they want a new — they want a new government. They want a new regime. They want a new system.

And I talked to them and this generation, they’re very, very different from us. I mean, we have to know that, you know, the time that the Islamic revolution happened, only 40 percent of Iranian people, they could read and write. Now, it’s above 80 percent of them.

This people they have — they’re born with internet. They have access, actually, to the information around the world. This new generation — first of all, they claim not to be sexist at all. You see — I mean, the big slogan is, zan, zindagi, azadi. Woman, life, freedom. And the Human rights

— I mean, the women rights is the human rights.

In any society, Iran or anywhere else in the world, if the women are repressed, if half of the population there were — they’re actually worth [less than] ... the other half just because of their gender, we cannot talk about democracy and human rights. Women right and human right is the same thing.

And this is something that they have understood.

So, that gives lots of hope because I always thought and I always believe that the biggest enemy of democracy is the patriarchal culture. Yet these young boys, this young — I spoke actually with one today, and he was like, of course, we are equal to the girls. Of course, there is no difference. And the — this generation, you cannot fool them like they fooled our generation. And Iranian people, in general, they’re much more secular than 40 years ago.

And this is exactly the basis of the problem. You have a government which is not absolutely in touch with its population. It doesn’t know what the population wants. They think they are the majority. They have a basis, for sure. But this is not the majority of the country. If the majority of the country was with the government, it would not be called a dictatorship again. And, yes ...knowing all of that, if a government is not in touch with its population that it cannot govern them because you have to know your people.

AMANPOUR: Well, we’ll talk about that in a minute because this has been going on for 40 years and more, as you’ve just said. But... just so people understand this battle with the Morality Police has been going on since the very early days of the revolution. And you, yourself, wrote about it, drew it in your book, “Persepolis”, and then it’s a scene obviously in, you know, in the film...

SATRAPI: Well, you know, the veil is — actually, this veil is the symbol of this Islamic. You know, it’s the big tree that hides a big forest. A veil is an excuse. I mean, when we were kids, I mean, they literally told us, men, when they will see your hair, they will become horny. And this is why you have to cover your hair.

So, I don’t know. I mean, if somebody by seeing my hair or by seeing my body, the reaction that it creates in this person is out of my business. That is their business. If they become horny, you know, they can take a cold shower, or I don’t know, go and see a shrink or try to look somewhere else, you know, to the sky or something. So, that is the way we grow up.

So, the way, itself — you know, like each year we fought a little bit to have one millimeter more of hair coming out. And it was another question of fashion, each millimeter of hair, for us, that we could show more, it was a step forward towards our freedom.

Because this veil, actually in Iran, means you, woman, you’re a sexual object that is just here for the desire of the man, you tempted the man. So, this is why for you not to create this temptation, you have to cover your hair.

Now, what they forget actually, in this society, the woman of this society, 60 percent of the students in Iran, they are girls, and our best they are girls. They only Nobel Prize that they have had in the history of Iran was won by the woman. The biggest medal in mathematics, science was won by Maryam Mirzakhani in Iranian woman. The Iranian novelist, the women, they are the one that are the most translated, the most read, et cetera, et cetera. I just saw, you know, in America, they published the name of the 10 most successful bankers in the U. S., and three of them, they are Iranian women.

They have this highly educated, extremely powerful, extremely intelligent women, and they tell them you have to cover your hair because we might get tempted by you. Well, just don’t get [tempted].

You know, I mean they reduced the woman to this — to the — to just a piece of me.

AMANPOUR: Yes.

SATRAPI: And if you want to talk about a piece of me for the Iranian people, you know, raw, medium, or well-cooked, a mawla (ph) is a mawla

That’s not going to change....

AMANPOUR: But in fact, the Morality Police are more aggressive and less aggressive over the last period of 20 plus years, depending on which president is in power. So, the question I have for you is certainly a lot of expats hope and a lot of people there hope that this is the end of this dictatorship as you put it.

But is it? We’ve seen protests come and go and we’ve seen them be brutally put down.

SATRAPI: Yes, I know. But every movement that has been a suppressed and has been put down has put us a little bit forward.

You know, democracy is a culture. Is — actually, is an education. You have to have a democratic culture, actually, to inspire to the democracy. Otherwise, it does not work. We have the example of Afghanistan, for example.

So, when you have this youth that want a change, maybe it will not happen today and maybe it will, you know, let’s not lose our hope. Maybe it will happen. But this is the basis, you know, of the future. The future of this kids that are 20 years old now. The future of the country is not some old bearded guy sitting, you know, somewhere hiding from the population. These are the future. And this is the people of Iran.

And when people they want equality, when people they want freedom, after a while it breaks down. Never forget — we should never forget that Soviet Union with all their KGB, everything, for 70 years, you know, they were big dictators. We are right. We are right. At then they explode because the human being is made for freedom.

And this whole idea that human rights is a westerner conception. No, it’s not a westerner conception. It’s a standard for living and it concern all the human being. And again, this question of veil and the police of that, you know, if I — me, as a person, I don’t have the right to wear what I want or to show my hair or not to show my hair. How do you expect me to have the right to think or to express myself or to express myself or to choose for myself?

Excerpt from Amanpour and Company, September 26, 2022. Edited by me, September 27, 2022. "..." indicates cut text, "[ ]" indicates text edited for clarification. The full episode and a transcript of the full episode is available here.

#marjane satrapi #christiane amanpour #current affairs #international politics #iranian politics #amanpour and company #honestly satrapi has this incredible skill at acknowledging the brutality without despairing #such a great thinker and writer everyone go read persepolis right now #also english is at least her third language so if any of you read what she says in bad faith that's an instant block

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holland24-7 · 3 years ago

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I’m doing good I’m on some new shit. PART 5 (Social Media AU)

Tom Holland x Reader.

SUMMARY: One where y/n and Tom dated but broke up and she’s finally moving on after months of suffering.

IMPORTANT: At some point during this part you’ll find this {...} when you see it it means a couple of months have passed since the last post before the symbols, and please keep in mind!

tomholland2013 ✓

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tomholland2013 ✓ Finally home ... @yourinstagram ❤️ (📸 by @harryholland64)

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bellahadid ✓ my baby y/n🥰

taylorswift ✓ Can’t wait to see her, say hi for me Tom!

y/nandtomforever 🥺 r u guys back together or ..?

tommyone I mean are y’all all gonna pretend that everything’s ok when they have had such a messy relationship? Plus we dont even know if she broke up with her boyfriend

y/nno1fan Girl if they’re ok and happy not our place to judge, let them enjoy

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yourinstagram ✓ Hi everyone! Just wanted to let you guys know I’m finally back home and okay, thanks for the love and support that you have given me during the last couple of months. Also special thanks to my family, the best guy ever @tomholland2013, his family and my amazing friends @bellahadid and @taylorswift for taking care of me while at home, it has been so much fun! Love you all xx

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bellahadid ✓ We love u too!

selenagomez✓ Such a role model

tomholland2013 ✓ ❤️

y/nno1fan You’re so amazing y/n, welcome home!

tonmymyboi You’re so lucky to have so many people around that cares for you

brooklynmylove Girl just get over it already

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tomhollandupdates Hey everyone, quick little update, y/n and Tom were seen last night picking up food from a restaurant close to y/n's house. This is a picture a fan posted on Twitter, do you guys think they’re back together? I mean it looks like but with these two we never know right?

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y/nandtomforever they can’t keep doing this to me 😭😭

spidergirl29 I just wish I could be her tbh

harryholland64 ✓

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harryholland64 ✓ You dick, why are you only nice when you’re with y/n?

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tomholland2013 ✓ You don’t wanna know, believe me

yourinstagram ✓ lol stop, you’re going to start something you don’t want to happen! It’s not trueeee 😂

harrybabe.9 If y/n get Tom together can I have you Harry?

hollanderrr12 he looks so sexy while flipping the camera

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yourinstagram ✓ Stop taking pictures with me phone, fucker lol

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nadia.parkes ✓ yea, out of everyone you would know if he’s a fucker, you’ve been fucking with him even when you had a bf

yourinstagram ✓ Hate to break it to you, but he's just my friend and has been that way for a while, so yeah, we’re most certainly NOT fucking, at least not yet! ☺️

y/nno1fan did she just said not yet? THE SHADEEEEEEE lmao

hadidaremyfavs Wish I could be as sassy as her 😩

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brooklynbeckham ✓ Thank you for letting me see you @yourinstagram, makes me happy to know you’re better and looking stunning, as usual x

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y/nfan.71 uhmm what?

brooklynshot SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHATS GOING ON?

notimpressed Gurl, after he cheated on you? really?

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dailymail ✓ Okay people so we’re finally back with some new juicy info about the whole y/n drama, turns out this last weeks have been a rollercoaster of emotions for fans and we’re here to help you understand it, thank us later! (Pictures: Left, Tom Holland leaving The tonight Show studio. Right, y/n for the cover of People Magazine)

We all know by now that y/n spent a lot of time Tom and his family while trying to recover her mental health, she has been very outspoken on social media about mental health issues and how she’s doing so we’re sending her a lot of love on kudos on educating on such an important topic. Now here’s the deal, about Tom specifically she has tried to say the least, but here’s a quote from her interview with People in which we believe she’s talking about him: “I think that what has helped me the most is having people that actually loves and cares for me around, it’s awesome to wake up everyday and see a familiar face willing to do EVERYTHING they can to make me happy, to make me smile and laugh, someone who’s always there to check on me and ask if I need anything, I even feel a little spoiled when he brings me breakfast at bed or even dinner sometimes when I’m not feeling good! I just love having someone around that I know I can rely on”

Now Tom was a guest in The tonight show just a couple days ago in which he was asked about his love life and here’s a transcription of what he had to say “Well hummm, it’s a little bit complicated right now” and then he added “I mean I am living with a girl (audience cheers and laughs) but I guess you could say I’m single, I don’t know man, maybe you should ask her and let me know!” and this is not the only time he has spoke about this, in another interview he said this when asked if he agreed on the whole situation “I mean yeah, I think that this is something that works for us, I love y/n and I love living with her and taking care of her but I also understand that she has been through a lot lately and she needs time and I’m okay with that, that’s not going to change the fact that I love her as a friend too” it seems that so far Tom is more open to talk about his feelings for her.

So far fans are confused and so are we! We also saw Tom's ex Nadia Parkes comment under a post in y/n Instagram that featured a picture of Tom, she did responded saying that they were friends and that they were not sleeping together and it gets even worse because Brooklyn Beckham posted a picture of y/n while visiting her two days ago and this upset fans of course, as of now Tom has not said anything about it and we don’t know what to make of it, so far the post has racked almost 16M likes on his Instagram. What do you think? Let us know in the comments!

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spideymeme I’m just wondering for how long they’re gonna keep doing this 🤔

y/nno1fan I love y/n but imagine being Tom and not knowing what the fuck you are to the girl you live with, I just can’t :(

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yourinstagram ✓ I’m sorry I have not posted here in months. I don’t know how to say this but uhmmm, hi! ❤️

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bellahadid ✓ Hopefully a little y/n on the way, fingers crossed, I love you and congratulations, can’t wait to meet you little baby❤️

selenagomez ✓ Y/n so happy for you and your little bundle of joy, haven’t seen you so happy in a long time, congratulations!

taylorswift ✓ Can’t wait to be an auntie! 🥰

y/nno1fan WAIT WHAT? I NEED AIR, THIS CANT BE HAPPENING!!!! SENDING YOU SO MUCH LOVE!

mybfistom I don’t want to be the one to say this but, is anyone else wondering if this is Tom’s or Brooklyn? Anyway, congratulations

mrsspiderman I was thinking the same thing 🙃

tomsfan-92 I don’t think it’s Tom baby, he liked the post but didn’t comment, makes sense to say something if it’s yours isn’t? 🤔

A/N: Hi everyone! Thanks for the patience but here’s next chapter, enjoy! Sorry for any typos, English is not my first language. Thank you so much for the support to this series and hope you enjoy! 💕

UPDATE : HEY EVERYONE PART 6 IS FINALLY HERE, ENJOY!

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deedeekpop · 2 years ago

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Summary After being stranded in the middle of nowhere, famous rapper Yangyang’s only hope is the one person who hates him more than anyone.

Word Count 5k

Genres Fluff, crack, angst, enemies to lovers

Pairing(s) recluse!reader x rapper!Yangyang (gn reader)

Warnings swearing, allusions to sex, Yangyang is an entitled asshole

A/N Trying to be more active. Pretty happy with this. Let me know what you think :)

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It’s always strange how the most opposite of people end up in the most similar of situations. You and Yangyang couldn’t be more different as people, yet the world seemed to force the two of you together. Almost like fate itself wanted to see how the story would unfold.

At the time, Yangyang was doing incredibly well for himself. In the past two years he had fought from the shadows, only to emerge as one of the most successful rappers of his generation. In those years he released two exceptionally successful albums, in which all singles had reached number one on the billboard top 100. He had just come off a rambunctious world tour in which he had partied in places regular people could only dream about, so to put it bluntly, it had all gone to his head a little.

What used to be a hard-working humble guy, indebted to those who had supported him when he could barely pay his rent, was now a boastful asshole who liked to belittle other people for fun. He spent most of his free time buying flashy items to show off on social media and wooing a large spread of people.

In fact, that was currently where he was going. A couple of nights ago, Yangyang had met a pretty irresistible woman and had a wonderful night of fun with her. That morning she left with his number, and had invited him over to hers for a repeat of that night. The only problem was, she lived on the other side of the country, in a town without an airport.

So, doing what any sane man would do, he got into one of his several flashy sports cars and began driving to her house. He passed through the bustling city of Seoul, with its skyscrapers and lights, to an ambling and deserted countryside. For what seemed like miles, there was only grass, and then it turned to forest. It was a good thing that he wasn’t stopping here because he would definitely get lost.

Except that was exactly what was about to happen. Averting his gaze from the view to the inside of his car, he realised that he was low on diesel. He could only hope to power through, and somehow reach a petrol station, but if not he would definitely need to call someone. Then again, could he really give them directions when he had no idea where he actually was?

He carried on driving until the car slowed till it stopped, sputtering in disbelief. He swore he had filled up the tank this morning, but then again he couldn’t be so sure, he had been in a hurry. He pulled out his phone, no signal. Opening the door, and locking it behind him, he began waving it around in the air, hoping for anything, but was only left with the cold breeze wrapping around his ankles.

With no other way, he began walking down the road, with any luck he could hitchhike a ride to the nearest city, but if that wasn’t an option, he needed to find some other signs of life. It took him two hours of walking to get to the small cottage where you resided, and he wasn’t about to get a warm welcome.

Your life had always been a stark contrast to the rappers, whilst he thrived in the attention of others, you struggled. It wasn’t that you didn’t like people (well not some people), you would just rather spend your time alone. It was much more productive that way, and you did meet up with your friends and family a couple of times a month. In reality, you had become somewhat of a recluse.

That was why it was such a surprise when a knock sounded at your door, after all, living in the middle of nowhere was built for you to get no disturbances. Sure, every so often you had some lost foreigners, or maybe someone in need of directions, but that was often few and far between. Also, they usually weren’t this persistent, the banging on the door was almost desperate.

You let out a huff, before storming to the door and ripping it open, leaving the man puzzled mid-knock.

“Can I help you?” You weren’t being helpful, there was pure frustration dripping from the question.

“Order me a tow truck.” He demanded.

“I’m sorry,” You say, slightly stunned that he would be this rude when asking for help.

“Don’t you know who I am? I have better places to be than here. If you can’t call a tow truck, you’ll be fixing it yourself.” The entitlement poured out of him.

Now that he had mentioned it, he did look familiar, like a rapper that you liked, but you weren’t going to let him know that. Especially if it was going to stroke his already massive ego.

“I have no idea who you are, and if you’re going to talk to me like that, I’m not helping you at all.”

“Do you live under a rock, or do you lack good taste? Either way, if you don’t help me now, you’ll be in a lot of legal trouble later.”

“Oh yeah, how’s that going to work? How are you going to contact anyone without my help?” You smirked, going to close your door, before his foot in it. His eyes were wild, suddenly realising that you were his only hope.

“Look… I do really need to call someone. It would cause a lot of publicity if I went missing.”

You sigh, he wasn’t wrong, people could think he had been kidnapped or something else out of pocket. Still, you didn’t want this entitled brat to think he deserved any of your respect. So you were doing this the hard way.

“If you want any of my help, you better shut the fuck up and listen. If there is, even so, much of a complaint that comes out of that mouth, there is no chance I will help you. Understood.” You say sternly.

“Understood.” He says, recovering from the shock.

“Good. Now show me where this car is.”

Seeing that eyesore of a sportscar did not brighten your mood whatsoever, it was completely drained of fuel. Luckily for you, you placed orders for your fuel, mainly because the nearest petrol station would actually use all your fuel to get there. Despite his promise to stay quiet, Yanyang hadn’t stopped whinging, claiming that the fact that people lived like this was insane.

“It might be insane to you, because you have a phone addiction. You’ve checked it ten times since you’ve entered my house.”

“It’s not my fault you live like you’re still in the 1920s. I bet you don’t even have a phone, I won’t even be able to charge mine.” He sulked.

“I have a phone, I just don’t feel the need to use it every second.”

“I need to get home.”

“And with no signal, you have no way to contact anybody. You’re lucky I’m letting you stay here until the fuel delivery comes.” You weren’t a monster, despite the fact that you were moments away from pushing him out of your second-story window.

“I could do with some relaxation.”

You scoffed, he thought he’d be relaxing. “There’ll be no relaxing if you’re staying here. You’ll be earning your keep.” After all, living as a recluse meant that you were self-sustainable, only ordering some freezable food every month.

You essentially had a little farm, with some sheep and cows, and a modest garden. That meant it needed upkeep, and whilst you did treat yourself to a lie-in during the weekend, you were up at 7 am every weekday.

“What?” Once again, he seemed shocked that he had to do anything he didn’t want to.

“You’ll be up bright and early, helping me keep this place running. It’s either this or you try and hitchhike your way to the next town with a signal, and I’m sorry to break it to you but that’s unlikely. And it’s a ten-hour walk alternatively.

He was quiet for a second, seemingly weighing up his options, until he finally came to an unfortunate conclusion. “Alright, I’ll do it. It can’t be too hard. Better than dying trying to escape.” Seems like he was also overdramatic. Great. This wasn’t going to be annoying at all.

At least you’d have some extra help, right?

Right.

The next morning, you wake up and begin your chores, you bang on the guest room door and urge Yangyang to get up as well. One hour later, there is still no noise or sounds of movement coming from the room. You sigh, looks like you were going to do this yourself.

After doing your morning’s worth of chores, you sit in the kitchen indulging in your lunch. Only then, does Yangyang walk in, rubbing his eyes and with terrible bed hair. He doesn’t acknowledge you, beelining towards a chair where he then proceeds to try and access his phone. He curses at the lack of signal.

“What’s for lunch?” He asks, without looking up from his phone.

Ignoring his question, you get straight to the point. “Where were you this morning? I told you that you’d have to work if you stay here, I’m not a bed and breakfast.”

He chuckles to himself, almost in disbelief, “I didn’t think you were being serious, I don’t do this sort of thing. I have people to do this for me.” His voice dripped with entitlement.

“I am not your ‘people.’ I am spending money looking after you here. I am giving you free petrol, which costs quite a lot nowadays. The least you could do is help around the place.”

“If you need money, I’ll give you money at the end. It’s not like I’m short of it.”

“That’s not the point, Yangyang. The point is that you said you’d help, and then lied to me.”

“Oh, get over it. So what, you can’t just kick me out, and I’m not going to work for you for free.”

You let out a bout of sarcastic laughter. “So you’re happy to take what you want from me, but then you’ll give nothing else in return. How selfish can you fucking be?”

“I don’t really care about your opinion, you’re some freak who lives in the middle of nowhere.”

“Yeah and this freak offered you their home, free of charge.”

He just shrugs, opening your cupboards and rummaging through them for food. That was the last straw. You charged upstairs, entering the guest room where Yangyang’s suitcase remained unpacked. You pick it up, before storming downstairs and throwing it out the door.

Having heard the commotion, Yanyang follows you outside. “Are you fucking insane?

“Leave. I don’t want you here anymore, you’re not worth the stress. I live alone to relax.”

“You can’t just kick me out!”

“Try me. Don’t come back until you’ve sorted out your attitude.”

And with that, you slam your door behind you, bolting it shut.

It takes a while for you to get to sleep that night, with you stewing with rage in your room for hours before you finally dropped off. However, you weren’t the person up the latest that night, Yangyang’s car (no matter how expensive it was) was not a good substitute for a bed. The fact that it had been pushed into your drive made it all more taunting for him.

However, for what felt like years, he was finally alone. With the rapid rising success of his career, he hadn’t really had much time to sit and think about his actions. He went to bed thinking about music, and woke up thinking about music. To put it simply, this was one of the first times his mind had wandered away from that topic in two years.

This was mainly why he had gotten so entitled, this distance had also meant he’d hardly really thought of his family, and in connection, the values his family taught him. The long he led in his car, the more his mind wandered, until it fell onto one topic. You.

You were infuriating. You didn’t seem to care about his fame at all, you seemed to want to work him to the bone, and just needed a pawn to do it. But when he stripped all that away, he realised that you had been quite selfless, lending help free of charge, and somewhere to sleep. Even the fact that you didn’t know who he was, was no longer an issue. Now that he thought about it, it had been quite refreshing being surrounded by a person who didn’t constantly kiss his ass. It really gave him something to think about.

The more he looked back on his actions, the guiltier he felt, realising how much distress he had put you under, especially when you didn’t have to help him. He wondered how he could apologise, but it wasn’t like you would care about a signed album. Except there was one thing you cared about, getting all your work done.

The lights were off, you were asleep. Was there a chance that he could possibly sneak in? Exiting his car, he looks for a spare key and eventually finds it under a plant pot. Looks like he was going to do some of your chores until he fell asleep, it’s not like he was going to anyway. Luckily for him, you were quite a heavy sleeper, so he had all the time in the world to get it done.

The next morning you wake up to the sound of a pan sizzling downstairs. You were worried and confused, had you forgotten to turn off the stove last night? But then the aroma of food frying quickly told you that there was someone else in the house. Yangyang. How had he gotten in? Had he found your spare key? You didn’t know why you kept it out there anyway.

Trudging downstairs, you were ready for a barrage of demands, but instead, you were greeted with a cheery ‘good morning’. You were startled.

“Who are you?” You half-joke, genuinely confused as to why he was acting this way.

“I’m sorry. I had some time to think, and I realised that I’ve been really shitty. I promise to come at this from a different attitude. Please just don’t make me sleep in that car.�� He pleaded, “I made food.” He shoves a bowl of stir-fried rice in front of you.

Seeing that he put so much effort in, you had to admit that there was some sense that he was serious about this. You relented.

“Fine, but if you suddenly change this attitude, there are no more chances. Now let’s see how you cope with these chores.”

The next week is bliss (if you call slaving all-day together bliss), and soon it’s only five days before the petrol arrives. You got so much stuff done, you could focus on some of your books (your tbr being embarrassingly long), and even managed to get around to doing some of your renovating. Your storage room finally getting painted.

Beneath all the entitlement that covered him before, Yangyang was just a cute guy with a goofy sense of humour and a penchant for trouble. He was deceptively quite a hard worker, which made sense granted his career in music. You didn’t really expect him to be this way, then again you hadn’t really known him before.

“We’re down to our last tub of paint,” Yangyang grunted, hauling in the heavy tub. You had chosen a light cream colour and had taped tarpaulin over the floor. So far it had been quite a messy occasion.

“Just be careful when you’re pouring it onto the tray. It’s heavy and I don’t want you to spill it all over the floor.”

“Yes, boss!” He salutes you mockingly.

“Don’t act like you aren’t super clumsy. You’ve dropped and broken three plates since you’ve been here.” You playfully chastise him.

“It’s not my fault that they don’t like me.” He pouts.

“The plates aren’t people, Yang.”

“How do you know that?”

“Doesn’t it make it more sadistic, of they are? You essentially killed them with your logic.”

“Okay, I take it back. I’m too young to be a murderer.”

You eyed him as he poured the paint into the tray, you could see his grip slipping as he struggled to hold on with his clammy hands. Three. Two. One. SMASH! The tub clattered into the tray, springing it up and essentially all over you. You spluttered in surprise.

“Sorry,” Yangyang calls apologetically, before turning and seeing your grumpy expression and cracking up.

“You don’t seem so sorry.”

“You just look like a grumpy reverse-dalmatian.”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“What it’s a compliment, dalmatians are cute.”

You blush at the mention of that word. It seemed innocent enough, but you couldn’t help but think that it was too sweet to be an offhanded compliment. You were probably just confused, you hadn’t really spent an extended time period with a man in months, obviously, that was the only reason you were attracted to him. It’s not like it would lead to anything anyway, he was leaving in five days.

This was just some silly phase, you’d get over him soon enough.

It’s the final night before Yangyang leaves, and for the first time in your life, you were sad that a visitor was leaving. Despite your rocky start, Yangyang could be a really nice guy when he wanted to be, and honestly, you’d miss the company. It’s been a while since you’d hung around with someone, and maybe this was a sign to hang around with your friends more often. This didn’t mean that you didn’t enjoy your solitude, however, it was less complicated.

To celebrate his last night, you had brought out two bottles of wine, that you hadn’t drank for over a year, ready to let loose for the first time in a while. Yangyang wasn’t much of a wine drinker but he wasn’t the type of guy to say no to free alcohol either, so there the two of you were giggling like teenagers having drunk a full bottle of wine.

Now onto the second one, you were getting a little more than tipsy.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you.” You started, taking a long sip of your newly poured glass.

“Uhh… Okay. Just let me think of something.” His face twists into a thoughtful gaze, and you internally squeal at the cuteness. “Uhm, I actually play the violin, that’s something you don’t know.”

“Wait, like are you good?” You were extremely blunt when drunk.

He chuckled, “I’d like to think so, I have been playing for quite a while. Though not very recently.”

“You should start doing it again, it’d be cool to hear violin in some of your music.”

“I thought you’d never heard any of my music.” Shit. You were busted.

“Well, I might not have told you the entire truth. I may have… listened to both of your albums.” You admit, bashfully.

“Wait you’re a fan. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, when I met you, your ego wasn’t the smallest. Didn’t want to add to that.”

“What’s your favourite song of mine?” He was getting a little giddy (it was probably the wine).

“Oh, undoubtedly Leonidas. You did a really good job with it.”

“Not what I was expecting… but thank you.”

“I imagine that’s what you’re going to be doing, once you get out. Writing your music.”

“Well, this whole experience has given me a lot to write about.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re going to write about me, does it?”

“Well, maybe, you’re a pretty unforgettable person, Y/N.”

“Oh.” You went quiet, you weren’t expecting that. Tension had risen, so thick that you could cut it with a knife. There was only one thing you could do to break it, so you downed your full glass of wine for courage. Then you kissed him.

It was short, just a peck, and you immediately regretted it. Pulling back and covering your face in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” You ramble, “I should have asked you. You probably don’t even like me, that was an awful mistake-.”

“Y/N.” He interrupts the long-winded paragraph you were about to say. You turn to him, he gently cups your face and kisses you. His lips were gentle against yours, his fingers playing with your hands and lacing them together.

Finally pulling away, you grinned, slightly flustered.

“I like you too.” He grinned back.

You both leaned in again, the alcohol fuelling your interaction. Soon you were straddling his waist, the wine long forgotten. Your fingers threaded through his hair (which was surprisingly soft given how much he dyed it). The kisses had gotten a lot deeper, and soon Yanyang’s hands begin fiddling with the buttons on your top. You both momentarily stop.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“Very sure.” You say, pulling off your shirt.

Soon the two of you are pulling off various articles of clothing, before disappearing into your room, only to be seen the next morning.

Yangyang woke up before you, at around 6 am, to a knocking on the door. You were fast asleep, clinging onto him from behind. He smiled, before untangling from you and putting on some shorts to answer the door. Being a heavy sleeper, you merely grumbled before falling back asleep.

Answering the door, it was a man delivering the petrol, Yangyang signed for it and placed it in the hallway. He needed something to drink. Making his way into the kitchen, Yanyang got himself a glass of water before sitting down at the table. Then it hit him, what the hell had he done?

He had slept with you, that wasn’t part of the plan. The plan was to leave and never see you again, after getting his petrol. He couldn’t be in a relationship, what about his career? Why did you have to be so wonderful? Why couldn’t he just resist you for a little bit longer?

So he stuck to his plan, he took the canister of petrol, poured it into his car, grabbed his bags, and drove off not looking back. It was about three hours before he finally got service, immediately called his manager.

“Yangyang, how’s my main man! How was your week, eventful?” Yangyang could practically hear him smirking.

“It was fine. I’m coming back now. Working on my new music.”

“Sounds great, we’ll be rolling in the big bucks as soon as you get back.”

Then he realised what he was doing. He was driving back to a group of kiss-asses that used him for money, and leaving a person who grounded him and cared about him behind. What had he been thinking, sure he loved his music, but it was stressful working with them. He could make music anywhere.

He thought back to the song you mentioned, it was the only song he had sole credits on, that couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? He had to go back to you, he had to know the answers, he had to know what you could be. But he didn’t know it would be too late.

You woke up an hour before he returned, feeling the emptiness beside you. You had an awful hangover, and it wasn’t made easier by Yangyang’s departure. To put it simply, you were crushed. One of the only men you’d opened up to in a while, only to run away as soon as you become intimate. You felt used.

You had heard stories, of him sleeping around. But you didn’t know the lengths he would take, was all of this just an act to get with you before going? All you knew was that he wanted nothing to do with you, so you wanted nothing to do with him. So you got on with your day, repressing the disappointment as though nothing happened.

You get a knock on the door, an hour later. It was him.

“What do you want, Yangyang?” You were immediately hostile.

“I’m sorry I left, I shouldn’t have.”

“I think you made your choice when you packed up all your stuff whilst I was asleep. I can’t believe I trusted you. I’m such an idiot.”

“Y/N, can we please just talk? I can explain everything.”

“What is there to explain? You slept with me and then ran off. I think it’s pretty self-explanatory. Just go. I don’t want to see you again.”

“Y/N, please, just listen to me.”

Without giving him a word, you slam and bolt your door. There was no way he was getting in, you had your spare key. You didn’t want to talk to him now. In fact, you couldn’t think of a time when you wanted to talk to him. You were better off without him.

Yangyang had almost given up, but he knew you wouldn’t warm up to him all of a sudden. So he devised his time thinking of ways to get you back. So far, he had deemed them all failures, with flowers and money not seeming like the right way to persuade you that he regretted his actions. All he had to do, was convince you that the night you shared together meant something important to him too. Except how was he supposed to convince you?

He spent days thinking about it, until he finally realises what he should be doing. He still hadn’t released a new single, wallowing in self-pity, and you were a fan of his music. You were a fan of his music, surely, even if you were mad at him, you would still listen to his new releases. So he knew what he had to do, he had to write a song about you.

It wasn’t hard, to write lyrics about you. It came easily to him, and he finished the lyrics within an hour. When it came to composing the song, it took longer, but he made sure to include the violins that you had mentioned, eventually creating a chill r&b rap song all about you. He was proud of it, the second song he had made all by himself.

Once it had been refined he released it, hoping that you’d hear it and give him some sort of sign, any sign that you’d be open to forgiving him. That you’d realise how much you truly meant to him and welcome him back into your life.

You hesitated for a few days before listening to the song. Part of you wanted to forget him entirely, but you finally gave in and decided to listen. Maybe this song was the push you needed to get over him. Boy were you wrong.

By the end of the song, you were in tears. It wasn’t the pretty cinematic kind either, it was full-on, puffy eyes, snot running down your face tears. You didn’t know what to think. You were happy, that he had written about you, with obvious references to wine, and the inclusion of the violin. But there was also this more cynical part to you, that believed that he was just teasing you, and that this song wasn’t necessarily about you. He doesn’t mention you by name. So you leave it. He would forget that his visit ever happened in a few months, anyway.

Yangyang waits a month to give him some sort of sign, any sort of hint that you understand. But it’s radio silence. The song does incredibly well, charting number one on most platforms and having records for the number of streams within the first week of release. Yet he couldn’t care less about that, all he could care about was your reaction to it. And so was the rest of the world, every tabloid was raving about the mysterious individual who inspired the song. Everyone wanted to know who you were.

After two weeks, he became impatient. So he did the most irrational thing he could think of, he drove all the way to your house in the middle of nowhere again. In fact, it was such a spontaneous decision that he forgot to fill up his petrol tank, and when he arrived, he realised that he didn’t have enough petrol to get back to the city. He hoped you forgave him, because if not, he was in for a long week.

Clambering out of his car, his hands began to clam up as he reached the front door. But he couldn’t give up now, not when he had driven all this way. Hesitating a little, he finally knocked.

You were surprised to see him, when you answered, your eyes widening a little when you saw him. You no longer looked angry, just a little sad. He hoped this meant that you could be easily persuaded.

“Hello, Yangyang.” You sighed softly.

“I wrote a song about you. Did you listen to it?” He was upfront, he could have you turning him away again.

“I did, though I wasn’t sure if it was about me or not.” You admitted quietly.

“Who else could it be about? All I could think about when I went home was you.”

You sighed again, deeply. “Yanyyang, you should just stop. Even if I took you back, do you really think that this relationship would work? I live in the middle of nowhere, it’s not like we can see each other often.”

“So what? I drove here easily enough. I can do it again. I’m not going to let something as stupid as distance end us.”

“I’m being realistic, Yangyang.”

“So don’t be. Being realistic is boring, can we not just enjoy our time together? I like spending time with you, it makes me feel a lot freer than when I’m at home.”

You buckled under his sweet words, maybe he was being sincere. And if he was willing to give it a shot, why should you? So what if it was against the odds, you needed some spice in your life.

“Ok, you’ve got one last chance. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Warn me all you like, I’m going to ignore it. You’re worth travelling the distance.”

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PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

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author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr.

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”

There’s a pause full of tense silence.

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

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