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THIS!!!!!
reminder: your f/o is YOURS. nobody sees the character in the exact same way as you- everyone’s perception of them is at least a little different. your version is yours and nobody else’s <3
they love me so dearly, i must just be wrong (randy jade x self-insert)
ao3 link 🤍
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“Hello sir or madam, my name’s Randy Jade and I’m feeling randy for you tonight! …I-I’m sorry, my boss makes me say that…” came the nervous, tinny voice through Marty’s phone.
“Your- haha- your boss makes you say that? Oh my god,” Marty burst into giggles, mood basically ruined immediately. “I’m sorry, that was just- so cringey, dude.”
“Y-yeah, I know… I’m sorry…” Randy sighed. Marty could practically feel the loser energy radiating through the phone. “A-anyway! The, uh, reason you called..?”
Marty paused for a confused moment, and would’ve blinked if he had eyes. “This… this is a phone sex hotline. I called to get off.”
“Oh! Oh, y-yes, of course, sorry… u-uh, sorry, I’m not great at this, if you can’t tell…”
“Look, man, do you need like- a break or something? You sound really stressed. I can just read some porn or somethin’ later to crank it to, if you wanna just stay on the line so you don’t hafta deal with anyone else,” Marty offered tentatively. “You clearly need it.”
“R-really? Are you… sure you’re fine with that?” Randy asked, a tinge of hope in his voice.
“Wouldn’t have offered otherwise, darlin’. Stay on as long as ya need, alright?”
“Darlin’?!” Randy squeaked. “I-I, uh, s-sorry, I get called names a lot, but not usually that… sincerely.” If he had facial skin, it would’ve been bright red.
“Eh, I like my men pathetic. You fit that criteria.” Marty shrugged. “So, tell me about yourself, Randy. Wanna know more about you.”
“Oh, there’s really not much to say… I, uh, I live in a dumpster? And I wrestle swans for my day job…” Randy paused. “I haven’t even asked your name! I’m so sorry!”
“Wrestle swa- you know, I’ve met weirder. Like that green guy at the park. Name’s Martin, but you can call me Marty, ‘kay?”
Randy hummed quietly. “I’m sure you’re far more exciting than me, Mart- uh, Marty. Where do you… work and stuff?”
“You know that record store downtown? Been workin’ there for years- you should stop by some time.”
“That sounds… That sounds really nice, actually.
“I sh-should probably get back to work now, though… Could I- Could I, uh, get your number, maybe?”
”Oh! Sure, yeah, it’s…” Marty rambled off his number, fanning one hand in excitement. A cute guy! Asked for his number! Well- he sounded like a cute guy, at least. Marty hoped he was a cute guy. “You should stop by the record store tomorrow. I’ll be there all day.”
“I-I’ll try to..!”
I must take advantage I'm still young, so
YOU SHOULD GO READ THIS
Lazy Days
Word Count: 635
POV: Second Person
Commission for: myself
Note: again, this is an example of my writing. This is oc x cc and not reader x cc. Although it is not explicitly stated in the story, and could be read as reader x cc, it is ultimately not. This is just to show off my writing skills so I can get people to commission me by knowing my full range of capabilities.
You were exhausted when you arrived home with dark circles under your eyes and the way your shoulders drooped. March 7th had been dragging you around the Luofu in search of Dan Heng, who went to fuck knows where because he’s like that. Since it’s been a long time since Dan Heng had been on the Luofu, and it was bound to happen, he would wander off looking at how the Luofu changed. Then again, you also knew deep down that it was dangerous for him to leave alone, given his previous life history. So you went with March 7th to find Dan Heng so he wouldn’t get himself into any trouble (not like he’d start it anyway.)
You opened the door to your shared apartment with the General, the bags under your eyes ever present and the way your shoulders dropped. It was nice to come home and return to a reprieve after hunting down an ancient Vidyadhara who had wandered off. The smell of lavender and oranges filled the air, the same body spray that Jing Yuan uses whenever he’s in a good mood. He was home, at least that’s what you knew when you stepped inside; why else would the scent be there?
“Good evening, my love,” he called from the couch, tossing the book he was reading onto the table just before him. Jing Yuan wasn’t wearing his usual attire; instead, he opted for a loose-fitting shirt and gray sweatpants.
Jing Yuan had a relatively boring day doing paperwork and talking with officials on the Luofu. Sitting in the Divine Seat of Foresight all day isn’t exactly what anyone would call “exciting” or “fun.” It was better than dealing with the mara-struck people and the events leading to Phantylia. He’d rather take doing paperwork than overworking his body to exhaustion. Of course, there was training Yanqing, but unfortunately, he had come down with a cold and could not train.
“Hm,” you hummed, walking over to Jing Yuan, who noticed your tired figure.
He knew what you were about to do and reached out his arms as you lay on top of him, wrapping them around you as you lay on his chest. With your head tucked under his chin and your ear pressed firmly against his chest, you listened to his heartbeat. You remembered something about people being able to fall asleep to the sound of heartbeats because it reminded them of their mother. Well, in this case, listening to Jing Yuan’s heartbeat was able to lull you to sleep faster than any lullaby.
His arms wrapped loosely around you, one resting on the small of your back and the other running his fingers through your hair. He was soft and warm, like lying in the grass on a warm spring day. His arms would comfort you in the most terrifying storms, and his deep, reverberating, and sultry voice would lull you to sleep. Sometimes, he would tell you stories of his childhood, talking about the time he went to a festival with Jingliu—his Master—and made a wish or the time when he was teaching Yanqing and Mimi wanted cuddles. That was an eventful afternoon.
Right now, though, you were perfectly comfortable lying in Jing Yuan’s arms, listening to him ramble about his boring day. From doing paperwork at the Divine Seat of Foresight to meeting with some important officials from the Alliance, and even about Yanqing getting a cold, which made you a little worried for the boy. The way your body was pushed up against his as you both lay there in each other’s loving and warm embrace. The way his fingers lightly massage your scalp as your eyes begin to drift off.
If you could capture this moment in time and keep it like a picture, you would.