(Guess I should've mentioned this sooner, Liv's loft looks kinda like this yes she makes bank she's a streamer/camgirl. You can also use your imagination❤️)
It didn't take long for Liv's fans to piece together her video. The comments were confused at first, until a different crowd came in and exposed that fact that she was a cam girl. The video was number one on trending within five hours which left 11 hours until Liv's deadline that she refused to meet. The outpour of support contrasted what Liv would have expected. Although there were numerous hate comments and people trashing her, the amount of support and acceptance overwhelmed all of it. Not that Liv would know. She hadn't turned on any social media for most of Wednesday. She was too scared to turn on her phone out of fear she would be disowned from everyone she cared about.
Her best friend Schlatt had sent numerous texts reassuring her no one hated her. Poki had sent her a text and made a tweet about admiring Liv's strength. Rae, being the lovely person she was, did the same as well as complimented Liv's drive to be honest. Traves made a joke about how many people would be happy to know her identity, but everyone knew that meant he still supported her. Charlie, Sean, Dream, and Julien all voiced their support as well. She even got a shout out from Lena the Plug! She would be over the moon when she finally turned on her phone.
Corpse, on the other hand, reacted somewhat differently than Liv.
When Corpse first read Liv's text, he was more than confused. At first, he was worried she was doing something harmful to herself. What was she talking about? She hoped he didn't regret being there for her? What could be that bad?
About 20 minutes later, Corpse's phone was bombarded with fan messages and tags. After reading a couple of them, he was thoroughly confused.
Noticeme_corpse: Did you see Liv's video?!
corpsesbride: are you still going to be filming with her?
Olivesfavolive: who would've thought our Liv was pornstar 😪
As soon as Corpse read the last one, he lowered his phone and looked to his ceiling with his mouth slightly open. What?
Pornstar.
Liv.
The Liv he knew...
No way. They were just confused.
Flashing through Corpse's mind came instances he shared with the woman named Devil's Servant. Without even meaning to, he felt a tickle of a memory before he watched Liv's video. The instances were like puzzle pieces, falling into place perfectly leaving the finished product unbelievable. Beyond belief. Difficult to believe.
No way. Corpse denied it immediately. His mind was just playing tricks on him. Before he got ahead of himself, he opened YouTube and pressed on Liv's channel.
The thumbnail was enough to nearly knock Corpse off his fucking chair. He sat at his desk, staring at the thumbnail of Liv wearing devil horns and dark red lipstick. The hue of the video was a crimson red, the same crimson that reflected back onto Corpse's face when he visited the Devil's Load Screen website. No fucking way. Everyone these days had red LED lights in their rooms, right?
Corpse clicked on the video. He had many thoughts.
First, it was disbelief. It couldn't be his Liv. No way. They had to be two different people: Devil's Servant and Liv. Someone who is openly sexual and confident on camera versus a sarcastic girl who blushes when complimented on stream. Then it was shock. It was Liv. Liv was a cam girl... a semi porn star. Then it was embarrassment. Corpse had flirted with and showed Liv not only half his face, but what was below his belt. Then it was disbelief again because no way could he not tell it was her this whole time. Then corpse felt real fuckin dumb. He remembered the instances where he felt déjà vu, the way she laughed and lifted her shoulders. The way she twirled her hair. How could he not have known?! Then Corpse remembered how comfortable he felt with her, no wonder he felt that comfortable with her!
He wondered if she knew it was him. There was no way. He was way too careful for her to know. Not only that, but she wouldn't do that to him. But.. fuck, he gave her his number! What would she think of him? Then Corpse flashed back to when he requested his own song for her to play, the way she danced and mouthed every word. He felt as if he were intruding on such a personal aspect of her life. He felt dirty. He had deceived her to show her body for him, and he had paid for it as well.
But how could he come to regret it when he knew who she was now? Images flashed through his mind of that night. Beer heavy on his breath, the red chat room reflecting back onto his face, the woman— Liv typing sexual things to get him to finish. Oh god. Corpse quickly shook his head and covered his face with his hands. He could feel the blush rise on his neck to his face along with something else. How could he feel guilty when she willingly typed those things and did those things? All for his satisfaction?
When Corpse finally got back to reality and out of his lust followed by embarrassment, he picked up his phone. The video had ended and he hadn't even realize it. Clearing his throat, he pressed replay.
The first thing he noticed was the familiarity of the room of course. He had processed that part of video, somewhat. Then he saw her eyes. Deeply, deeply tormented, anguished. Corpse felt selfish for immediately thinking about himself because it was obvious Liv was going through something that affected her. It affected her so much that her pain seeped into the expressions.
The second thing was what she was saying. She refused to be blackmailed. So the past few weeks, that's why she's been antsy on stream? That's why she left early? Corpse felt angry for her. He felt a protectiveness surge through him.
He needed to talk to her. But how? How could he go on acting like nothing happened? How would he pretend he didn't pleasure himself to her body while she egged him on? Fuck, he was in trouble.
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When Liv finally overcame her paralyzing fear of the unknown, she turned her phone back on. Countless texts. She squinted her eyes until she saw her mother's. She bit the bullet and opened her eyes all the way, wanting to get it over.
Mom❤❤: Olive sweetheart, I could never imagine forgiving you over something that didn't need to be forgiven in the first place! What you do with your life is your choice and no one can take that from you. Now that I know how you've been getting that money for your brother only makes me respect you more. I love you sweetie ❤
Relief? Or disappointment that she let herself build up to being disowned? And disappointment that she even thought her loving mother would disown her, after all, they've been through? Relief overwhelmed the tiny disappointment in herself and she felt.. cautiously happy. Just because she was determined to live her life how she wanted didn't make anyone else's opinion matter any less.
But scrolling through her texts, her tweets, her dms. The tenseness in her shoulders was gone and the clenching of her jaw stopped. She had been so quick to overthink and assume her life was over that she never stopped to think that it had only just begun. She was still even sitting at 3 million subs even though she imaged it would drop like crazy. And she had been mentioned in a tweet by Lena! They both defended her and explained the validity of sex work. Liv felt so lucky, and so proud to represent a community that deserved more respect.
And grateful. Forever grateful.
Looking through all her texts, she felt her eyebrows furrow. There was someone she hadn't heard from. Corpse. Liv felt a sudden pit in her stomach. She knew it was too good to be true, of course she had to lose someone she cared about. Even though Liv received many supportive texts, the one missing seemed to affect her nearly as much. The wave of relief and contentment that she wanted to float upon wavered.
But she would keep going.
She answered Schlatt's texts and confirmed that she was okay. Liv couldn't help but giggle when she read a specific text from him.
Schlatt❤🙄: just bc people jacked off to you doesn't mean they'll stop being your fans
She was grateful for him in her life. And everyone else that checked in on her and supported her. She just wished one extra person was there. It seemed she had finally managed to push him away.
There was 5 hours left in the stupid fucking countdown that her stalker gave her, not that she cared. Shortly after posting her video and powering down all her socials, she got the urge to rearrange her apartment. She was happy she did since Schlatt told her the party was still happening.
She pushed her sectional couched to the corner instead of the middle of the room and moved her circular table in front of it to the side of it. She had rearranged her room as well so her bed was in the middle against a wall and her carpet was at the end of it. She had placed her plants in different areas of the house, watered them, and gave them love. Then she hung a couple paintings that were just resting on the floor. Liv loved the open look it gave her loft. She also vacuumed, swept, dusted, lysoled, hell she even lit a fucking candle. When she finally turned on her phone, her apartment smelt like Mahogany Teakwood and was spotless.
Liv sat down on her couch and looked back on the emotional rollercoaster she went through. For the first time in her life, she felt completely open and honest. Yet she still felt a sad pit in her stomach. Was that really enough to scare away Corpse?
4 hours left and Liv was scrolling through tweets and retweets. Her video was still on the trending page on youtube and she had gained many new subscribers.
white_tee came to her mind. She wondered what he would think of this, knowing that it was Liv Fox who helped him get off. She blushed, realizing how many people she had helped get off. Knowing she should feel embarrassed, but she couldn't help but feel cocky about it.
Tilting her head, Liv decided to open her photos. One of the most recent ones was white_tee's number. Fuck it, why not? She'd gone this far. She felt as if nothing could knock her back down.
She went to her contacts to add the number. Out of her tiredness and mental exhaustion, she found herself typing the number in the search bar.
OTHER RESULTS:
Corpse🖤
xxx-xxx-xxxx
Liv blinked. Then she scoffed.
She turned off her phone then turned it back on. Once again, she opened her photos, looked at the number, and typed it into her notes. Copying it, she went back to her contacts and pasted it into the search bar.
OTHER RESULTS:
Corpse🖤
xxx-xxx-xxxx
Liv always wished she had carpet in her apartment, especially for times like this. When her phone slipped out of her hand and dropped onto her hardwood floor with a crash.
DONT WORRY smut's coming 👀👀👀