#anyway does anyone wanna go to the lake with me??

[sunsetdesire]

fantasizing about shy femmes again, hear me out. i want to dom a femme friend who's never topped before into fucking my cunt, laying down on the edge of my bed and telling her that there's nothing she could do that i couldn't handle.

"i'm tough, remember? if i'm going to give you a lesson on how to fuck, i have to see where we're starting from right? so stand between my thighs and just think about it first, you don't even have to take your cock out yet, just grind your bulge against mine while you imagine the heat of my walls around you. don't think."

she'd be too hesitant for my liking, shyly nudging up against me so i'd lock my legs behind her back, forcing her to press her hard cock against my fat cunt as the fabric separating us dampens. she'd flush, and i'd grab her hands to prevent her from trying to hide, pressing them into my thighs as i lean up into her to place a hand around her throat.

"i said, don't. think. you don't need to, baby girl, you just need to let your pretty cock make the decisions for you. i'm your friend, i wouldn't lie to you. you trust me, right? so close your eyes, brace yourself with your hands around my head, and envision yourself inside my cunt as you grind against me. if i think you're doing a good job, then we can try it with clothes off. go for it, baby girl, show me what this gorgeous body can do."

[fizzy-blood]

["Are you lost?"]

Ticci Toby🪓 x GN!Reader (Smut)

Not a request but I'm bored and wanna write something... Idk man. This is definitely going to be way longer than my headcanons because this is an actual story so yk.

18+ Warning

This content includes: Choking ig, Slight degrading, Hatchet fucking (if ykyk), It's one of those "I'll let you fuck me if you let me go after" type things, Dom Toby, Blood kink, kinda public? (Like, you're in the middle of the woods but...), Reader is way to horny lmao, Reader also has a pussy because it's easier to write for me (no gender mentioned tho).

It was a cold, late night. You had been walking through the woods for hours, completely lost. Maybe if you didn't decide that it would be a good idea to go off the path to find cool trinkets and animal bones you wouldn't be walking through the woods feeling like something was watching you. It wasn't all bad though, you did eventually find a lake in a clearing, you could finally see the moon again. The lake was peaceful and still, a small breeze passed by as you stepped out into the moonlight. You sat down on a rock next to the water, still unable to shake the feeling of someone's eyes on you. Little did you know that you weren't being watched by an animal, in fact the person was hiding in a tree nearby. He watched you as you sat down on the rock, staying as still and silent as he could.

He had picked you as his next target, you looked so small from up there in the trees, he couldn't just let you walk out of the woods unharmed. He slowly climbed down from the tree he was in to get a closer look at you. He began to walk towards you as you closed your eyes and sighed loudly, it was clear that you were stressed about being lost. You didn't hear him approach as you were to in your head thinking to hear him.

Finally he was right behind you, he tapped you on the shoulder to let you know he was there. You quickly whipped your head around and scrambled away from him, almost falling in the water as you did so. You looked up to see a scrawny looking man holding what looked to be a hatchet standing over you, he had a mask and goggles covering his face and a hood over his head. His head twitched and your eyes widened as he took a step closer to you, kneeling down and wrapping a hand around your throat. He tightened his hands around you only to immediately let go after the word "H-harder-" slipped out your mouth.

"W-what the ff-fuck?" He said, staring at you with a concerned look on his face, you couldn't see it though since his mask was in the way. "W-what the fuck is wrong with y-you?", you paused for a moment, he took a step back when you didn't respond. "I guess it doesn't matter n-now does it? You-you are going to d-die anyways.." he said with a sadistic look on his face. You looked up at him with a strange look, you were clearly embarrassed from what just happened and didn't really know what to do about the situation you were in. "Wait wait wait! Can't we figure something out?" You stammered. "Like-like what?" He said softly, his voice sent a chill down your spine causing you to blush slightly. This put a very... Interesting image in your head. "Uhhh- you could uhmm..." You sighed, knowing that you were probably going to regret suggesting this "I'll... I'll let you.. fuck me?" You said nervously, your face clearly a bright red. His eyes widened as you said that, clearly intrigued by the idea. "Hmm, You sure you want that? You don't even know my name and you wanna fuck me?" He slowly pulled his hood down and his goggles off, he had hazel eyes and dark brown hair. "If I do will you let me go?" You asked, clearly terrified of him rejecting the offer and killing you.

"Fine, on one condition-"he said, placing his free hand under your chin and tilting your head up,"-you can't tell anyone about this..", you agreed, face still red from asking. He smirked at you and removed his mask, you immediately took note of the large gash on his cheek. "My n-name is Toby, by the way.. feel free to ss-ay it as much as you'd like while we do this~". You basicly died when he said that, reality was going to hit you like a ton of bricks after this but you didn't care.

He got back down to your level as you were still sitting down on the rock, he crawled towards you and lent you a hand, gesturing for you to take it. Once he had ahold of your hand he pulled you in closer to him, he put his hatchet down beside him and held you in his arms. He let out a small laugh as you looked at him, you seemed tense, unsure about how to feel about the whole situation. Toby knew this, so in an attempt to make this a bit easier on you a bit less tense he kissed you. No hesitation whatsoever, he just kissed you. You closed your eyes and leaned in, you wanted this. The idea of the man you were kissing being a literal murderer was reaching out to the most depraved parts of your mind.

He started to become more needy as the kiss continued, he pulled you in tighter, feeling you up through your clothes. He pulled away and started to pull your shirt off. You didn't struggle, Infact, you helped him. Toby seemed confused by your sudden change in mood but he didn't complain. He pushed you onto your back and kissed your neck, causing you to moan at the feeling. "S-so nice, such pretty s-ounds~" he whispered into your ear, "w-whats your name.. I f-for-got to ask y-you...". You looked up at him and said your name, "Such a nice name~" he muttered as he nuzzled into your neck. He began to kiss your neck, nipping at the skin trying to find your more sensitive spots. Finally you let out a small whimper letting him know that he had found it. He began to bite and suck at the skin, listening to every little sound you made.

[Small Time Skip]

You two had been like this for a couple minutes now when you felt something tug at your belt, Toby had started to undo it. He finally let go of your neck so he could take off your pants. You looked down as he finally got them off, you gasped loudly as he began to rub your clit through your panties. "H-holy shit, how are you th-this wet already? Y-you fucking slut, you wanted th-is to-to happen didn't you.." he smirked at you as you squirmed under him. He moved his hand away making you whine at the lack of friction "Answer me o-or I'll st-stop!" He shouted. You quickly nodded, "Yes, I'm a slut, I wanted this to happen~ please- just keep going~". This answer obviously pleased him one way or another because he began to pull down your panties and suck at your clit. "Fuck- T-toby~" you moaned loudly as pulled your thighs up onto his shoulders and started to eat you out. You continued to moan and whimper as he did, placing your hand on the back of his head to pull him in closer.

Your body was so warm compared to his despite your lack of clothes. He could feel your thighs squeeze his head as you inches closer and closer to your orgasms, you were so close that you had started to shake. Just as you were about to cum he took his mouth off of your pussy, leaving you uncomfortable as the cold air touched it. "Why'd you stop..." You whined at him, "I wanted to see your pretty face~" he seemed to like the anger and pain in your eyes. "Don't worry, you'll feel full again soon.." He sighed, picking up his hatchet from the ground. "Calm down sweetheart, I'm not gonna kill you.. I have a better idea~" the sadistic look in his eyes set you off a bit. You watched him move over to the water behind you and dip the handle of the hatchet in the lake, slowly taking it out and wiping the water off with his sweater. "Hold this." He demanded, holding his hatchet out to you, you held it in your hands as you watched him pull his now damp sweater off of his body.

He took the hatchet back, "You ok there? You seem nervous again..". A stupid question really, of course you were nervous, he looked like he was about to kill you. You nodded your head, "Yeah... I'm fine..". Toby crawled on top of you again and lined up his hatchet with your hole, that's when you realized what he was doing, "I really don't need you getting pregnant on me.. after all, I did say not to talk about this with anyone.." he smiled at you.

You arched your back as he began to slide it in, trying your hardest not to moan. You could feel every little detail of the wooden handle as it entered your body, he slowly began to pull the handle out of you and back in again. "That hurts-" he ignored your crys and continued, taking off his belt and pulling his own pants down. You watched him touch himself as you continued to cry and whine from the pain, he seemed to be getting off to it. Soon enough the pain turned into pleasure as your body got used to the hard wooden handle inside of you. He began to rub himself against your clit, you could tell he was hard, it was starting to affect him too much. He continued to rub his dick against you as you whimpered from the feeling, the handle was too hard, too big, and he really wasn't helping with the overstimulation by rubbing against you. Toby placed his free hand on the back of your head again, watching small tears run down the sides of your face from the overwhelming feeling of the hatchet. He began to kiss you again, it was much slower, much softer than the first time. You gave into the feeling and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in closer.

You both continued for as long as you both could handle it. You had placed a hand on his hardened dick and had been jerking him off for a couple of minutes. Finally he came on top of you, he moved his body up a bit out of your reach to watch it slowly drip off of you. Toby had finished, but you were still chasing your orgasm, he could see the pain in your eyes so he decided to do something to ease the pain. You groaned as he pulled the hatchet out, it had a small amount of blood on it now from how hard it was and how much it was stretching you out. You watched as Toby licked the blood off of the handle, his face had a noticeable blush on it, clearly he had been enjoying himself... He was also enjoying the blood a bit to much, maybe he had some kind of a blood kink? You didn't bother to ask him as he placed the hatchet back on the ground.

"Toby? What are you doin-nghh~" You moaned softly as his tongue touched your clit again, it was a nice change from the hatchet, much more soft and warm. You could feel his tongue work through your folds as he licked and sucked at your pussy. It felt like heaven as he licked up the blood that had been slowly dripping out of you. Did it hurt? A little... Did you care? Not really.

He eventually managed to find a sweet spot that was closer to your entrance and began to attack it with his tongue, soothing the pain as best he could. He let go for a moment and placed a finger inside of you and began to move it in and out only to return to your clit so he could still taste you, so wet, so sweet. You squeezed his head in-between your thighs and finally came undone. A wave of euphoria washed over you as he continued. A couple seconds later he finally stopped, he was pleased with how the whole thing had went.

He dressed you and put his sweater back on, picking both you and his hatchet up off of the rocks, carrying you out of the woods. He placed you down next to a tree near the path and sat down next to you slowly falling asleep.

The next morning you woke up peacefully, it was a Saturday so you did have any work. You felt a small pain in your abdomen as you stretched your body, looking over to see Toby's sleeping form next to you. The memories of last night came flooding back to you as your face went red... Did you regret it? Not at all.

HOLY SHIT!! (⁠┛⁠◉⁠Д⁠◉⁠)⁠┛⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

I almost lost this whole post over a notification about penises and I really don't know how to feel about that....

Idk, hope you enjoyed it!! -Fizz

[radioisntdead]

Too sweet

Alastor x gn reader,

Warnings!!

Mild ooc, reader is dessert themed also kinda imagining they have eyes that resemble 1930's animation but that's just me, casual backstory drop in the middle that's just never brought up again, death, pacing is a little off, Alastor is prepared with angelic steel this time! It does not help whatsoever!

Song: Too sweet

It wasn't a secret that Alastor strongly disliked sweet things, it wasn't a complete hatred but he wouldn't willingly eat any, he preferred bitter things.

It can't be said I'm an early bird

You were as sweet as pure sugar, with that oh so charming smile of yours, your big ol' cartoony eyes, eccentric and positive attitude, not to mention you were quite literally dessert themed, Cake themed outfits, frosted purses, phone case adorned with spackled frosting, sprinkles and charms.

It's ten o'clock before I say a word

You were the most recent addition to the hotel, a few of the hotel's residents didn't quite understand how someone as sweet as you could've ended up in hell, it was theorized that maybe it was an act, a honey coated trap that would lead to the hotel demise or something.

Baby, I can never tell

That was thrown out rather quickly when you kept the same sweetheart persona even when alone, it was just how you were.

How do you sleep so well?

It was concerning to a certain few hotel residents when it was discovered that you had a thing for the Radio demon,

The way your eyes would linger on him for a moment too long, the way you would gaze at him love evident in your eyes.

You keep telling me to live right

Husk gave you a warning one night at the bar, you were sipping on a drink that had more sugar then any drink should, he was cleaning up the bar.

"Look kid, Alastor is a bad decision, this won't end well for you."

"I know." You had responded, twirling around that sickly sweet drink of yours

You weren't naive like your personality seemed to make people think, you knew Alastor was a bad idea, bad news, he was a cannibalistic murderer for heaven's sake!

To go to bed before the daylight

But it was alright to have a small crush that you wouldn't act on, it'd pass eventually but for now it wasn't bad to fantasize about dancing with him, cooking together or about doing something unholy like handholding! Nothing would become of it, you didn't have a good history with relationships anyways.

But then you wake up for the sunrise

Charlie was supportive of your little crush, she had found out about it after accidentally overhearing you drunkenly tell Angel Dust about it, that sugary little drink really did a number on you.

She decided she would try to push you and Alastor together, gently, She was such a great wingman!

After all Alastor tolerated you more than anyone else in the hotel so that's a indication that you might have a chance right? A truly slim one but a chance nonetheless!

You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then

When Alastor began enjoying your company a little too much for his liking it was like he, from his prospective had been thrown into a horror movie and trapped with little to no way out.

He enjoyed some of your antics and reactions.

Don't you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake?

You were helpful around the hotel, helping out with advertising, you'd proofread scripts he had written for his radio broadcast, every time you went out for a treat you brought back some type of pastry or snack for the hotel residents, in particular you'd travel all the way to cannibal town to pick up something for Alastor, you didn't have too, but you did.

Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

As time went on the feelings didn't fade, especially since Charlie heavily suggested that the two of you should work together on hotel related things, and that pinwheeled into the two of you spending more time together, getting closer, and eventually you began to avoid Alastor, you had a tendency to ditch the people you were fond of in a way usually in a cruel fashion, you didn't mean too, truly! But you did and you didn't want to risk it with Alastor for his sake and yours.

If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great

You were a known partier back in your day, you died back in the heights of the roaring twenties where you had the money and privileges to go to lavish parties where anyone who was anyone could attend much like the parties Gatsby held in the great Gatsby, you lived what some folks thought the roaring twenties were all about, Flappers, speakeasies, parties and short-lived prosperity.

You were in your twenties, rebellious and reckless, drinking any drink given to you, playing around with people's emotions with those sickly sweet words of yours, taking whatever substance you were given, and a year before the stock market crash, you were found dead on the dancefloor poisoned by a former darling of yours who didn't like that you had left them because things were getting 'too serious' for you.

You didn't handle death well, and in order to keep at least some of your sanity you went to hurling yourself onto the hellish party scene, frequenting speakeasies, trying to keep some sense of what you knew, repeating harmful cycles, but you couldn't do it forever.

And so you gave up the party scene around the mid 40's, burning bridges and leaving behind many scorned people behind.

You were more unstable back then, but you had improved, at least you thought you did taking up the sweet attitude by a couple notches, switching from drinking alcohol each day to drinking sweet smoothies or milkshakes.

You cleaned up your act and you were continuing to keep it clean especially as you checked into the hotel.

No one there knew about your track record and you would like to keep it that way.

But while in this world

The avoidance didn't last long since Alastor cornered you asking why and you blabbered out your feelings in one big ramble.

And that was that.

I think I'll take my whiskey neat

Charlie was ecstatic to learn that you and Alastor had gotten together, Others were concerned particularly Husk, his bets were that either Alastor would end up owning your soul, you'd become just as twisted as Al or you'd end up dead.

None of them would end well for you.

My coffee black and my bed at three

The two of you were opposites, while he took his coffee black and bitter you loaded yours up with milk, sugar and whatever other toppings you wished, when he stayed awake for multiple days in end you snoozed away at night, when he was threatening someone who was messing with the hotel you were trying to defuse the situation with sweet words.

You're too sweet for me

Alastor didn't like sweet things, but he didn't mind you and your sugary sweetness, infact you could say he was growing a little bit of a sweet tooth.

Just the sight of your sweet little smile was enough to cause a slight ache in his heart and that fact that you could be called his now was just wonderful!

You're too sweet for me

He could see himself getting used to all this sweetness, he just needed to make sure no one knew that.

I take my whiskey neat

You smiled, listening intently and sipping on your sweet alcoholic drink while Alastor recounted an encounter he had, a glass of whiskey in his hand whooshing around as he spoke.

My coffee black and my bed at three

It was after a hotel game night mixed with alcohol, the two of you were tired and intoxicated, you were a giggly drunk, laughing at the most mundane things, Alastor was escorting you to your room and much to his surprise it was a challenge as you would stop every few steps to laugh at how the crack in the wall looked like a giraffe or how that stain on the carpet looked like a birthday cake!

You're too sweet for me

By the time he had finally gotten you to your room he was exhausted, you kicked off your shoes leaving them on your floor as you dived into your bed, reveling in the comfortable blankets.

Alastor rolled his eyes as he entered your room leaning down to pick up your discarded shoes to properly put them away in your woredrob, he intended to leave to his own room but you reached out your arms to him making grabby hands, he walked over and leaned in to see what you wanted only for you to suddenly grab him, pulling him down and covering him in the blankets before promptly passing out with your arm wrapped around one of his.

You're too sweet for me

He was going to get up, he truly was but he hadn't slept in hell knows how many days now, and the bed was warm, before he knew it his eyelids were drooped. His shadow thankfully decided to close the door to your room.

I aim low, I aim true and the ground's where I go

The next morning he was greeted by you humming while gently petting his fluffy ears, he wasn't sure you knew he was awake at that point, but he rather liked having his ears petted, at least by you and it wouldn't hurt to savor this moment for just a few more minutes before the two of you would have to deal with the duties that the day held for you.

I work late where I'm free from the phone, and the job gets done

Alastor preferred to have his radio broadcast aired in the morning but sometimes he wouldn't get the chance too, [Maybe he indulged a little too much in his morning time with you]

He would air around eight pm and sometimes you would hang around his tower, doing whatever activity you had brought along until he was done and the two of you would walk back to the hotel, maybe grabbing a bite to eat.

But you worry some, I know

Other nights you would turn on the radio in his room and curl up in a blanket on the leather chair he had, closing your eyes and listening to his oddly soothing voice.

But who wants to live forever, babe?

Alastor didn't particularly believe that heavens gates would accept sinners even if they were redeemed, but nothing is impossible and he, although he doubted it, could be wrong and the Hazbin hotel could be a success in redeeming sinners left and right and you were one of the residents checked in for redemption.

You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate

Alastor moved a piece of your hair away from your face, careful not to disturb your sleeping position on his chair, he could admit to himself that he had gotten attached to you, and he couldn't just have his darling little partner leave him behind to fraternize with the winners above now could he?

The rest of you like you're the TSA

He picked you up from the chair and moved you over to his bed, tucking you in.

If anyone in this damned place could get redeemed it was you.

I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong

And Alastor, well he wasn't the type to be looking for redemption or redeemed, he was even less of the type to blindly follow someone somewhere even if it was you.

He did wish he could see his mother who obviously was in heaven but that simply just wasn't in the cards for him, it was tragic but he did murder people, he died while burying a body after all!

You know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain

Alastor cut into the dead deer he had just sat on his table, he was about to take a bite when he caught a glimpse of you shooting up from his bed looking around in hasty panic before you visibly calmed at the sight of him, with one of your signature surgery sweet smiles that caused swirls in his heart you bid him a good morning.

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape

Alastor strolled into the hotel after a day of errands, only to see everyone cluttered together looking at something you were holding that he couldn't see, you noticed him and waved him over, grinning as you held the red creature in your arms that looked strikingly like Alastor, you went on a small tangent about how you had found the little guy while taking a stroll around the hotel.

If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait

In all honesty he wanted to hurl the creature out the window but you were stubborn in saying that the two of you should keep the catlike creature immediately dubbing it as your son much to Alastor's displeasure.

Until that day

He and the little creature begun a little rivalry, whenever he had his arm around you that thing would try and headbutt it off.

On the plus side you had taken to dressing the little one up in ridiculous little outfits, usually to match you or Alastor, from dessert themed outfits to Alastor's signature suit.

The creature did not like being dressed the majority of the time as the little thing felt it was taken less seriously thanks to the outfits.

It was right, when the little one would strut around the hotel he was usually awe'd over by Charlie and Sir Pentious.

I'd rather take my whiskey neat

Time flew by as extermination day drew closer, preparing became the focus in the hotel, coating weapons in angelic steel, in particular you had a axe that you covered with dessert themed charms finding it funny, because imagine getting taken out with a dessert themed axe of all things!

My coffee black and my bed at three

You had just barely convinced Alastor to prepare to use an angelic weapon, borderline begging him to do so, you didn't know what you'd do if he got taken out or injured because he was too prideful and foolish to use angelic steel in some way.

You're too sweet for me

He just couldn't say no to you when you looked at him with those cartoonish eyes that reminded him of 1930's animation and surgery sweet smile!

You're too sweet for me

It was the night before extermination, everyone was ready, living this night as if they were going to die tomorrow, which they probably will but they had something to fight for! You indulged on the classic surgery sweet drink that you always got, sipping on it as Niffty declared Alastor king roach leading to you chuckling.

I take my whiskey neat

It was the time where everyone retired, laying in bed you gently brushed a hand through his awful haircut, the two of you chatted about what could happen tomorrow and what the two of you would do afterwards because obviously the two of you didn't intend on dying.

You let out a yawn, deciding to call it a night you gave Alastor a light peck before laying your head on your pillow.

My coffee black and my bed at three

Alastor channeled his inner Edward Cullen and watched you sleep, blanket curled around you, that little creature was snoozing by you, dressed in a onesie that you had obviously put on him.

He didn't say it often, or at all honesty but he adored you, the only sweet thing he would willingly indulge in.

He would do anything to protect you, you would survive the extermination, he would make sure of it.

You're too sweet for me

He, infact did not make sure of it.

It was during his little encounter with Adam, the first man had gone to attack him but you had ran in, taking the hit for Alastor.

Resulting in a large gash in your stomach, blood pooled around you as Alastor got a few hits on Adam before turning to you, clutching your body as shadows overtook the two of you, taking you to his radio tower.

You're too sweet for me

Alastor scrambled, his usual composed self gone as you were actively bleeding out, he tried to stop the bleeding but you had already lost too much.

I take my whiskey neat

He held you as he demanded to know why the hell you would jump Infront of him.

You simply smiled, lifting your hand to touch his face, you said three simple words that would be your last, the last thing you saw was Alastor's strained smile.

My coffee black and my bed at three

Husk was right, it would end one of three ways, either Alastor ended up with your soul, you became just as twisted or you died.

And many died that day, the hazbin hotel lost two of its residents, Sir Pentious and you.

Sir Pentious had died for his friends and you had died for the person you loved, sacrifices that landed the two of you into heaven.

You're too sweet for me

Alastor sat in his newly built radio tower, that damned creature that you had brought by his side.

He had managed to survive the hotel collapsing, good for him, unfortunately the person that brought him there didn't survive, and now he was stuck with Alastor, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing anymore.

You're too sweet for me

Alastor despised sweet things, they were filled with sickly sweet sugar that would leave cavities behind in it's wake, even after being brushed away it would still leave some damage like you did, you left him like you had left others before only this time it was unwillingly, you were the sweetest thing he'd ever known, he made a unfortunately decision to get attached to you and now he paid the consequences, he would be unintentionally haunted by you, reminded of you every time he saw the portrait they hung of you in the hotel along with Sir Pentious or even with the cat that looked like him.

He wouldn't be making the mistake of falling for someone again that was for sure.

It's not like he could if he wanted to anyways.

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed this! I wrote it all in one day, I didn't write it because I got tired but the reader is totally fighting people to go back to Alastor, just "I JUST DIED AFTER TELLING HIM I LOVED HIM, THAT IS TRAUMATIZING"

[probablyoutyappingorsomething]

Summer Camp-C.S- Chapter 1

Warnings- cussing, and skinny dipping (I think that’s it)

Also this is my first fic, lmk what you think, and this is based off of a C.ai bot I talk to so yeah! xoxo- Val💋

I’m not the best teenager, I’ll admit that, but I’m not terrible. Apparently my parents don’t think so though cause they’re the ones sending me to this shitty summer camp anyway, they said it would be a good learning experience, whatever the hell that means. I’m on the bus right now I think we’re about to get off, I see the huge sign that read “Camp Lakeside” yeah hopefully this place has a damn Lake. I grabbed my things and got ready to get off the bus after it came to a complete stop, everyone seemed eager to get off like they’d been here before, or their asses hurt from sitting so long, I know mine does…I shoved myself into the aisle somewhere in the back. After a minute I was the last one off the bus, I took a minute to look around with all my light pink bags in hand. That’s when I saw a guy walking up to me, he was wearing some shorts, his hair looked super fluffy, and his blue eyes made me wanna put on my sunglasses again. “You new here?” he asked with a smug smile on his face that made me wanna slap him (ok maybe I had anger issues too).

“Yeah, and I’m not fucking you if that’s what you want.” I said as I started to walk away to try and find my cabin. “Damn, you rude much?” He asked me as he kept up with my pace, I couldn’t lie he was pretty hot…“Yeah that’s kinda why I’m here in the first place.” I answered as I walked down the dirt trail, to where the girls cabins were. “Sooo, what’s your name?” He asked, this guy was quite the inquisitive one.

“It’s Y/N, you are..?” I asked as I made a turn following the signs along the path. “Names Chris, need help with your bags?” Oh wow another question, surprising. I thought for a minute, I didn’t wanna be a burden but damn some of these bags were heavy. “This one please.” I said as I handed one of the light pink bags to him leaving me a free hand which I used to fix my long light brunette hair. I saw him looking in my peripheral vision, I didn’t mind though, maybe I even liked it- doesn’t matter, my thoughts got interrupted yet again by a question. “So you like- a dancer or something?” he asked as he watched me walk alongside him.

“Uh..no, I like singing though.” I answered, with a small squint on my eyes, the sun was super bright right now, and right in my face. “Oh are you in like choir or something?” he asked, just then I realized how white his teeth were, but I brushed it off. “Nope, I just take voice lessons, I mainly do pop cause I’m an alto and it just fits better.” I answered, with a small smile on my lips. We kept walking up to the girls cabin, “I’m guessing I’ll see you later?” I asked this time as I took the light pink bag from him full of my clothes. “Probably, it’s a small camp after all.” Chris said as he ran a hand through his hair, which was oddly attractive, then started to leave. “See ya.” I called out almost like an impulse, slightly embarrassing myself, I watched as he turned and waved as he kept walking off…damn he was hot.

************************************* I met a few girls, Jennifer, Anastasia and Rose, all very pretty girls and around my age, we all snuck out in the middle of the night to go swimming in the lake, I was wearing a black bikini, hugging my curves and showing my stomach with my hair up in a messy high pony with some strands down.

“It’s hotter than hell out here, I’m about to go skinny dipping.” I joked and the other girls laughed, and Anastasia said “Oh my god Y/N the counselors would literally kick you out if they found out.” I shrugged as I stood up and started undoing my bikini top, throwing it to the side. “Anyone coming with me?” I asked as I took off my bottoms and threw them to the side along with my top, the other girls also stood up and started to undress and jump in, I followed after them.

A couple minutes later we heard guys talking, probably four or five of them, one looked like Chris, but they kept walking and didn’t notice us, this must’ve been a nightly occurrence. “Did they not notice us or did they not care?” I asked as I swam around in the lake a little, the water wasn’t terrible cold for the sun being down.

“They’ll probably come back in a minute, they might wanna talk to you, you’re new and hot, destined to be a man magnet.” Rose answered as we watched the guys turn around and go on the deck where the girls bikinis were, one of the ok-looking ones bent down and started to talk to me.

“Hey you’re pretty nice looking.” He said with a smug smile on his face. “I’m sixteen.” I respond in hopes to get him away, I’m completely naked after all. “Ah, you’re younger than I thought, even better…what’s your name?” He asked, with the same punchable smile on his face.

“None of your business, creep.” I said, I was really uncomfortable with the current situation. “Just go away, Kyler.” Jennifer said from beside me, but this Kyler kid kept going. “Shut the fuck up and go away, I’m not fucking you just cause you haven’t been laid in five months.” I snapped at him. “What did you just say to me?” Kyler asked as his fiends (except Chris) “ooohhhh’d” in the background.

“Why don’t you and your friends turn around so me and my friends can actually get decent, then we can talk.” I said, and everyone seemingly agreed, the guys all walked off the deck and had their backs turned to the girls as we all got dressed, when I was don’t I walked in front of them, my body and hair still wet from the lake. “So you still think I’m a creep?” Kyler asked, “Yeah you saw me naked in a lake then started hitting on me, a little weird don’t ya think?” I fired back almost immediately. “Listen!” He said as he stepped closer and put his hand on my shoulder, making me more uncomfortable in the current situation. “You’re really starting to piss me off, brat.” He said as I shrugged his hand off my shoulder. “You’re really starting to piss me off. No means no idiot.” I said as my white knuckles started to hurt from trying not to punch this guy.

After a long minute of awkward silence the other girls and I started walking back to the cabin, I fell back a little, they were walking so damn fast, next thing I knew there was a hand on my shoulder, I looked up and it was Chris. “I wanna apologize for how that guy was acting, I’m not really his friend but that was really shitty of him.” He said, and I felt some kinda softness in my chest from him apologizing. “Oh thanks, but it’s not your problem..” I said, I’m pretty sure he could see right through me, and my “I’m not flustered at all” act. “So I’ll uh see you tomorrow, Y/N?” Chris asked, his hand still on my shoulder, and matching my walking pace. “Yeah sure, see ya..goodnight.” I said as I kept walking to my cabin, watching as he waved again and walked off to his, just then I knew I had a massive crush on this guy I met…at a Summer Camp…

************************************ Erm. So that’s the end of that chapter lmk if it’s ass or if you have anything that would help me out with the whole writing aspect, DONT WORRY, next chapter things will definitely get escalated, and a little spicy, but nothing huge yet! LYSM-

xoxo- Val💋💋

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[daddycassie]

Fight or flight ~ chapter 1 🔪🩸🪽

Pairing: Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Reader - 1,217 words

Warnings: Character death(Coriolanus snow), (sort of)domestic violence? Does this count? Attempted murder(drowning), knife usage, mentions of gun violence, abusive/toxic relationship.

You’d just finished working late in the coal mines, and were walking home, shoulders slumped and face covered with coal dust. Just then, you heard someone behind you, you turned, ready to drive your pickaxe into any potential attacker’s face. But you’re shocked to see Lucy Gray Baird panting in front of you.

Her eyes were teary, and she was hyperventilating. You drop the pickaxe and reach out to her, hesitating just before actually making contact. “What happened?” Lucy Gray leans in the rest of the way, wrapping you in a hug. “It’s Coriolanus — he’s gone mad,” she whispers, “He shot Mayfair dead at the Hob tonight.” She bites her trembling lip.

“And Billy Taupe too, he told me not to tell anyone caus’ he’ll get in trouble. But I know the mayor, he’ll think it was me, won’t stop till I’m strung up in the hangin’ tree.” You rub her arms to try to soothe her. You hardly knew how to reassure the poor thing, luckily she continues before you even have to. “I’m runnin’ away, I can’t trust Coriolanus anymore and I don’t wanna go alone.”

You nod fast, “You want me to go with you. I will.” You wipe Lucy Gray’s tears away with your thumb. “When are we leaving?” She seems surprised at how fast you agree, but her expression hardens, “Meet me at the hangin’ tree, tomorrow at dawn.” You brush her flowing brown hair behind her ear. “I’ll be there.”

The brunette offers her best attempt at a smile, “Make sure to bring your things… I don’t think we’ll be comin’ back anytime soon.” She pauses, “why are you so willin’ to come with me so fast?” You want to tell her you’d follow her anywhere, but now wasn’t the time for such romantic thoughts. “You’re my friend.” You say instead. Lucy Gray smiles, for real this time.

“I’m glad for that. Thank you Y/n.” Lucy Gray whispers, and just like that she’s disappeared into the dark of the night. You rush back home and wash the coal dust from your body with a wet rag.  You think over what your friend had told you. You’d never trusted that Coriolanus guy. Sure, he was pretty and all, and Lucy Gray had seemed to really love him, but there was just something about him that irked you and made it impossible for you to trust him.

The one thing you’d ever thank that man for was saving Lucy Gray in the arena. You brushed off the thought as you stuffed your belongings into a bag so they were ready in the morning. When you’re done you set the bag by your pickaxe at the door. You drag your feet as you walk to your bed and lay down.

———

The following morning before sunrise you grab your things and sneak out to the hanging tree. With how careful you have to be, by the time you get there the sun is peeking over the distant horizon. You smile slightly at the beauty of it. You walk right up to the tree and spot Lucy Gray standing there wearing a small satchel which surely held all of her belongings.

“Y/n, you came.” She smiles weakly. You smile back, “I’d have to be a fool to ditch you.” You say, and offer her your hand which she takes gratefully. Lucy Gray leads the way through the street, you two try your best to be discreet, but a few peacekeepers throw you looks anyway.

When you get to the edge of the forest Lucy Gray stop abruptly, causing you to bump into her. She nearly tumbles down into some bushes, but steadies herself. “Why’d you stop?” You tilt your head, squinting due to the first light of the sun. “I wanna make sure that you’re sure of this decision.” She squeezes you hand gently and looks back at you with deep brown eyes.

“I’ve never been more sure in my life. Please, let’s go together.” Lucy Gray smiles a bit wider and nods. “Okay, let’s head to the lake first?” You agree without argument. 

It rained hard that day.

By the time you got to the shed, you were both soaked, despite your best attempts to cover up Lucy Gray. She insisted it was fine, but you saw the way she shivered. You open the door for her, and walk in after. “We should catch some fish while we’re here. We might not have another chance to get food for a while.”

Lucy Gray grabs a small cutting knife from a shelf by the door. “Right. I’ll check up on the katniss then, even if it’s a lil too ripe it might be semi edible with the fish.” You nod your agreement and lift the usual loose floorboard to find…

Fishing rods. Nothing else. You pick up one of them. “Alright, but if it’s too, too early then we can just eat the fish. Don’t you worry.” Lucy Gray gives you an affectionate look before leaving. You grab anything to use as bait and exit the shed soon after. You spot Lucy Gray knelt down looking over the swamp potatoes a little ways away. 

You hook some bait onto your line and cast it. You look into the surface of the gray water. With each raindrop that hit it, the surface rippled. It felt surprisingly good to be there, especially with Lucy Gray.

Something snags your line a couple minutes later, and just as you’re about to reel it in, you hear a scream from down the lake. You drop the fishing rod immediately and jump up. You turn on your heel and look to the patch of katniss. Your heart drops.

Coriolanus violently pins Lucy Gray down in the mud, while she flails under him. She gets a single kick in before he starts shoving her face into the water. You break into a run, as fast as you can to where they are. Lucy Gray is only more panicked now that she can’t breathe either and it only serves to anger you.

You spot Lucy Gray’s cutting knife, strewn aside in the mud, just out of her reach. You grab it and don’t think twice about slashing at Coriolanus’ back. It’s effective, he lets go and Lucy Gray comes up sputtering and gulping down air. Coriolanus turns to you in a fury, you notice how much darker his eyes look.

With only the thought of protecting Lucy Gray you stab him. Then again. And again. Lucy Gray stared in horror at the stabbing, her jaw dropped. She forces her mouth to close again when she looks at you. You push Snow aside and grab Lucy Gray. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where did he come from?”

You rapid fire questions before realizing you should take it easier, seeing how someone just attempted to murder her. “I’m okay…” she answers shakily, “is he…?” You check Coriolanus for a pulse. “Uh… yeah. Might be for the best I hate to say.” You grab Lucy Gray’s hand again and stand up.

She clings to your arm, staring at Coriolanus’ dead body. You pull her away, and walk to the dock to gather up the fishing rod again. You drag Lucy Gray back to the shed.

Note: If you guys like this one enough I’ll make chapter 2, hope you enjoyed!

[marxism-transgenderism]

I was tagged by @mithli to post some of the books I read this year. P sure it's supposed to be top 10 best but I only read 7 lol. Gonna talk about them more under the cut cause I wanna

I tag @cyanociitta @aspoopalypse @lesbianbrad @post-brahminism @killyfromblame @deadryn and anyone else who wants to do it just say I tagged you and do it !!! And idc if you've only even read one book this year tell us about it !!

Autumn of the Black Snake was a very good history of the wars between the US and the Indigenous confederacy in the Ohio River valley in the 1790s. It had some issues I could get into but as far as most settler-written histories this was one of the best. It did a very good job of breathing life into the figures and really diving into the personal schemes which motivated colonialism here

Indigenous Prosperity and American Conquest was an absolutely incredible book going over mountains of evidence to show to high amount of prosperity of Indigenous nations here and how the the theft of that wealth function on a small and large scale. It's very academic and also got its issues but cannot recommend it enough

Hoosiers was actually the first book I read when I started this and is partially what motivated me to keep ready cause fuck does this thing suck. Like it's not terrible and gave a good intro to the early colonization of what is now Indiana but then it just ignores the brutality it described to talk about how cool and awesome the US system of settlement is and then drops any talk of Indigenous people after like 1812. My hope is to rip it to shreds one day with what I've learned

An Indigenous Peoples' History of the United States is always a classic. I've had to return to this book a lot over the years and it still holds up. I do wish it touched more on the the history here other than Tecumseh but I get why it didn't. Please read this fucking book

Contested Territories is one I need to return to cause I read it too early into my research and did not have the context to grab all its details. It's a collection of modern research on the lower great lakes and had some great stuff but a lot I'll need to reevaluate now that I know more

myaamiaki aancihsaaciki isn't really a book but I'm counting it anyway. It's a summary of the removal route of the Myaamia to Oklahoma and a collection of primary sources about the removal. It's a excellent resource and there's a free pdf of the Miami Tribe of Oklahomas website

Settler Colonialism and the Transformation of Anthropology is one I've only just started but so far its excellent. It's like the foundational work for the moden academic study of settler colonialism so it's cited in like everything I've read

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Wanna Hear a Joke?

A Maoist tries to explain Food Not Bombs to an anarchist.

That's it. That's the joke. If you were an anarchist, you'd get it.

I don't think they intended to explain it to me and the spouse, but they put up a flyer with a scannable code and we almost went to their event this weekend. Red and Well Read sounds like a group we could vibe with! But, uh, no. Not just no but HELL no. In fact, halfway through the article, I decided if I did go, I'd go with a protest sign. A very simple one with large print:

HUNGRY PEOPLE AIN'T LISTEN.

But that may be a bit reductive, and doesn't address the authoritarian need for cannon fodder that's all over this hot take. I don't want to roll up and try to get some authoritarians to listen to me, especially when they make it this clear they see me as a problem that needs solving. But I can typing! And the internet void beckons me to leave no thought unexpressed!

Food Not Bombs will tell you, in broad strokes, what they are about:

To combat poverty and homelessness

To facilitate community gatherings of hungry people

To allow anyone to volunteer to help cook, and then eat.

It's broad strokes because anarchists. If it's not working for us, we don't say "do it anyway," we hash out something that works for us. And, oh, boy, do tankies HATE that. They want to strongarm their way to a Revolution - somehow, they believe that will go well - and anything that gets in the way is a problem. You can't just feed people! That decreases their motivation and makes them dependent! (And conservatives agree with that! Which should be ringing alarm bells, but it never does.)

The point is that you CAN just feed people. You totally can. It's good for them, it's good for all of us, and if you're willing to push back against the status quo (and maybe go to jail or end up on the receiving end of some police brutality) you can do it.

If there is anything in that for "the Revolution" it's the simple fact that hungry people do not make good decisions, and anarchists (ancaps are not anarchists, please, I don't want to have that discussion!) want to help people make good decisions, because everyone has a right to self-determination - but if you're in a really bad place, you will not exercise that right responsibly.

And we don't know how to deal with that! (To be fair, we don't know how to deal with anything; we have ideas but we need YOUR input.) We'd rather just help get you to a better place and keep our fingers crossed for less toxicity. If you're not able to participate in the process of bettering the world, we need to make some adjustments so you can. A very simple thing to do is ask, "Are you hungry?" and go, "OK, let's eat!" And if, after they've eaten, they might not want to do your Revolution, WTF even is your Revolution? You need to starve people into cooperation? If you're willing to do that before you upend society, won't you be willing to do it afterwards? History says: YES!

History also says starving people are willing to throw in their lot with an authoritarian shitstain who promises to feed them eventually. Willing to kill for them, to die for them, to help them win elections. And this person will not necessarily have to deliver on the food if they don't want to. Deep down, that's what anyone arguing for this kind of "Revolution" wants. As if the only thing wrong with the status quo is who's in charge. All we need is one of those GOOD dictators. That definitely ain't it.

I really feel like I shouldn't have to explain this, but: the main goal of feeding people is to feed people. Are they eating? OK, then that's a win. If they get a little more radical by association, that's fine, they can come back and help cook, or come up with something else to do. But the food is not contingent upon the radicalization! We're not trying to train them like dogs! They are people! They need a little help and they'll probably get back on their feet if society stops kicking them in the groin. A human being needs no Master, and if they want one (outside of kinky playspaces!) something has gone wrong. They have a need that's not being met and they're trying to meet it in a bad way. So maybe we can help them meet it in a better way!

For all the above blog post insists that we must get out there and talk to people, it doesn't provide much space for listening. Y'all wanna get out there and talk AT the chronically unseen and unheard some more? "Hi! Would you let me dictate your needs today?" Maybe they will. Hungry people don't make good decisions. But they won't listen either. And you may find that most of them aren't willing to die for you like you want. Sometimes they are, but often they are not.

Can't we just help each other? One-to-one without anyone having to be the Boss of Help? A take-a-penny/leave-a-penny situation? If we can - safely, without the people in power trying to kill us for it - that's all the Revolution I need. And it's hard enough trying to get that.

Because authoritarians of any political stripe are scared to death of it, and they will try to stop us.

But we're not going away. And it's hard to sell us this bullshit - maybe a couple of us will buy, but not all of us. We don't march in lockstep. Anarchists will resist. And if that's not effective... Why does it bother you so damn much?

[selfspinninglies]

👁️👁️?

hi aureo that was fast . anyway explanation under the cut woo

its kinda fuzzy in my head since ive only had this idea for two days including today so . but basically theres magic in the world that this takes place in (side tangent that isnt totally important but im gonna talk about how it works now if you dgaf skip to the plot stuff) its mostly not demonized/hated/feared/whatever cause i dont feel like it . anyway basically the energy needed is inside of your blood so whenever you use it it draws it out of you in some way (depends on what its used for) or you can draw it out yourself (bloodletting) and depending on how strong the spell you're doing is a certain amount of blood will be needed which causes !! a lot of problems for magic users . also its not like . a lineage thing anyone can learn how to do it because another part of how it works is making bonds/pacts with spirits that hold power over certain things and the blood is like . the offering also and you can either use incantations of sorts to do spells or just command things that youve borrowed power over also if your family has a pact with a spirit you are automatically in that also

vey end up going into the center of the woods and there's a grave in the clearing so vey go to it and make a blood offering assuming that this is the correct place (<- its not . oops) which ends up pissing off the spirit there because they do not have a pact together so vey are Not supposed to do that . it ends up pissing the spirit off more by admitting that it thought this was the correct place to be for a different spirit who was apparently not even close to here . who knew (everyone except erika) . the spirit ends up laying a curse on nem as its one of those angry and restless ones + got angered further . the spirit explains that somewhere in their body the seed of the plant that fits them best will start growing inside of them at a random place and slowly kill them by taking all of their energy and eventually spread out of them and essentially take over their body . they don't say if there's any way to cure/get rid of and it doesn't really sound like there is . they also say that when ey're at eir deathbed ey'll drag eir body back to this very spot and become part of the forest in the same way the spirit is . (sorry i keep saying "the spirit" i know it sounds kinda weird but i havent named them yet) (also ihave sooosososo many thoughts about how this would work so . maybe another time but if you wanna hear me go insane ask)

(other side tangent) also the way that the spirits work is that if you're connected to something deeply throughout life and your death is also connected to that thing (ex you have a connection to oceans/lakes/rivers your entire life and then you drown and die) you become bound to it spiritually and it becomes literally a part of you which means you have command over it kinda (does any of this make sense . idk) but it sucks a lot because the thing draws out your energy after death to fuel your ability cause like i said earlier spells require energy n shit but you also gain the ability to share your ability with others which relieves it a little since the burden isnt all on you BUT some spirits are angrier and curse anyone who steps foot near the area where they died . also their abilities and people who have deals with them's powers are amplified in the death area

ANYWAY actual plot time . the protagonists name is erika/erik (goes by both) (any pronouns but mostly uses neos) and ney're part of a family that has a pact (<- i think im going with that as for what ill call these) with some sort of plant spirit ney aren't sure which one though ney didnt pay much attention to the explanation of it all . it doesnt care too much about its lineage its more interested in biology and anatomy related things (<- woaww title reference) and also salamanders . its not story important but ve really likes salamanders . anyway x2 nix is somewhere in nixs early 20s and lives alone in an apartment planning on going to college soon but is putting it off . probably works a shitty 9-5 that it hates idk . very tired guything . theyre kinda bored and start thinking about their abilities and general ineptitude with it and decide that they'll go to the forest that their pact spirit dwells in to feel more connected to it or whatever . ey didn't really plan things through a lot . It makes a small bag with some supplies in it just in case and goes to the place that it thinks is the correct one but ends up being wrong and ends up in a very large forest . paragraph break because this one's getting long

obviously it freaks the fuck out about this and ends up running veryvery far away from the clearing and ends up collapsing somewhere because its really fucking tired . in the morning to nix's surprise nothing happened to nix in that time . anyway first thing he does is take out a diagram of the human body that was in one of the notebooks that he took with him and starts drawing out what the curse might look like on the inside . (which is also kinda where the name of the story comes from)

hey remember how i said energy needed for spells lay inside someone's blood . and how the plants will sap off of the person's energy and therefore blood . and how erik's family has a pact with a plant spirt . hey do you think that might be just a little important -

so anyway she tries to find her way back but fails miserably because the one thing she happened to forget was a map of any kind so now she's stuck in a forest with a deadly curse and no idea how to fix herself. they frantically walk through the forest and end up finding a village filled with totally normal people yayyy . anyway when they get there they say that they got lost in the woods and need a place to stay until they figure stuff out . oddly enough someone agrees to house them for a bit . The people of the town are incessant with questions, particularly about if they've encountered the spirit . on impulse he lies saying that he didnt which totally wont bite him in the ass later i mean who said that . anyway thats basically the plot theres more but this is already long as fuck and i dont feel like typing anymore idk how much of this makes sense but whateverrr im sleepy n sickly (<- has a cold) so . yeah hope you like it :]]

[occasionally-victor]

i feel like i need to start atleast sometimes talking about my au's, they can't keep cooking in my brain for years without output because for some reason i always need to visualise (draw) what im gonna talk about lmao. and when i day years - i mean it, my mer au was first conceptualised back in march 2021 (even though the most recent version of it was developed in 2023)

Anyways, mer au, huh? It isn't restricted to one specific smp (like all my au, ig), i just put anyone i want there.

I wanna talk some general things about it because i never really did (also, every time i say people - it means just everyone living in this dimension on this planet, who possesses the level of intelligence of a human irl. Sometimes i just need to specify which species of people we are talking about, like here about mers. and yes there are other dimensions im not talking about them tho.)

The world itself is pretty much just more or less normal fantasy world. I don't really go into world building more than necessary considering i mostly focusing on mers, but there are a lot of non-mer characters as well so. I basically kinda bullshit through there, but oh well. One thing i know for sure is that the planet they all are on is implied to be really fucking big. It's very common to often not be aware of existence of another species just because there never been one living close enough. Mers are very much one of the biggest "victims" of that (it's not bad nor good - it's just is). They are not hiding tho - it's just the ones who have contact with them are mostly people living by big bodies of water like sea or giant lake.

Talking about people living by big bodies of water, overall relationship between the ones on land and mers is pretty good - like, they trade between eachother; mers often seen around bays and beaches just hanging out with their land friends; it's very normal for food places that are right by the water to have an area for mers to access (and some are even ran by mers).

Mers usually live in underwater cities - each city is protected by Heart of the City (HotC) - a system of runes scattered in secret places (its one main rune and a bunch of smaller ones). Those runes also can be "found" in some other protected places outside of city. Making one rune is not hard (for mers, everyone else is fucked tho), but time consuming. How does it protect? By basically powering up mers in all ways. To not mess up with perception of their own might, mers tend to not "use" this power up until needed. Also, a lot of entrances in important places are made with much more heavy materials so without the rune active they would be hard to open. However, there's another thing about those runes - they also make non-waterbreathing creatures be able to breath under water when around. No one really understands why. But it does make tourism to underwater cities more accessible (tho, its pretty limited if going with a tourist group. however, if you have a mer friend - they totally can just get you there np)

Both qsmp and hermitcraft parts (they kinda separate, but also not really, it's just me splitting up lmao.) of au happen around the same sea. The two underwater cities would be pretty far away to really interact tho. (i also already kinda have the thing showing who's mer who isnt, but it isn't fully finished). Also, like i said, the au doesn't really have a plot lmao i just think mers are neat.

[crystaljins]

Stars Above | 08

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 5.2K

Synopsis: Your nagging roommate is desperate for a third person to help meet the rent and your university just so happens to be running a fully-funded government grant for anyone who signs up to participate in the Intergalactic Exchange program.

Having an alien for a roommate is just asking for all kinds of trouble, though.

Alien!Taehyung x reader

Rating: Teens

Notes: This is arguably one of the emotional climaxes of this drabble series. If I was aiming for a warm hug up until now, then maybe this part is fireworks at a festival? Maybe not ahaha. I’ll let you guys be the judges

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For some reason, something makes you feel uneasy as you watch Rose unpack the boot of her car. You’ve gotten quite adept at sniffing out Nayeon’s schemes, and this certainly reeks of one. For one thing, you hadn’t thought the two girls close enough to warrant an invite to Nayeon’s “super-intimate but also super-casual” weekend away to her parent’s lake house. For another, Nayeon has been acting weird around you lately. You can’t pinpoint the exact moment it started, but one moment she was being her normal, if a little irritating self, and the next she was cranky, irritable, prone to tantrums. Actually, in all honesty, Nayeon does have her cranky days and you’d be inclined to write it off as something simple like a guy not liking her or her favourite eyeshadow pallette being discontinued were it not for the way her ire seems directed at a specific person.

Or rather, alien. 

Said alien comes scampering over to your cheerfully, a smile brighter than the sun above plastered upon his face. He’s steadily adjusted to earthen levels of UV radiation, and can now get away with a wide-brimmed hat and copious amounts of sunscreen to cope with the outdoors, but he’s missed a huge smear of sunscreen just under his left eye. 

“Would you require me to carry your possessions over to your temporary inhabitance?” He enquires giddily. Something in you softens, at his tone. Like the warm autumn sunlight that spreads across the lake, it’s pleasant and sparkling, stretching to the tips of your fingers with a delightful fizz. 

“No, that’s fine.” You say, bringing a hand up to gently scrub the blob of sunscreen away. He looks momentarily taken aback, but the look quickly morphs into a contented smile. 

For just the briefest moment, you’re excited for this weekend. Taehyung had admitted he’d spent a lot of time watching human movies back on his home planet, and a trip with friends had been something he’d always wanted to experience. So Nayeon’s birthday weekend away had been the perfect chance for him to experience that. 

Then you feel a heated pair of eyes on your back and the brief excitement melts away. Glancing over your shoulder, both Nayeon and Rose are glaring at you, and you’re immediately reminded that Nayeon is up to something. You don’t know what that something is, but you hope you’ve packed enough painkillers to deal with the headaches she’s sure to induce over the next 48 hours. 

With a sigh, you turn back to Taehyung. He falls into step with you as you heft your baggage along and a few steps later he insists on taking it off you anyway. 

“What are the intended activities?” He questions you. “Are we permitted to go “canooking”?”

You laugh, shaking off the chill of unease that Nayeon’s strange behaviour has set upon you. 

“It’s “canooing” or “kayaking”.” You remind him. “But I think Nayeon rang a rental place and has us booked in for tomorrow. For today it’s just setting up for the barbeque and waiting for everyone to arrive. I think the boys also wanna play capture the flag or a spooky hide and seek once night hits as well.”

Taehyung nods eagerly, a little extra bounce present in his step upon hearing the itinerary. 

The rest of the afternoon proceeds enjoyably- Jungkook and Jin arrive in the late afternoon and immediately start fighting over the barbeque. Dahyun decides that she’s a campfire expert and goes searching for firewood, while Nayeon and Rose sit in the evening sun with blankets and a bottle of wine between them, laughing at the boys’ antics. It’s nice, watching your friends have fun. You watch them through the window of the kitchen in between washing and prepping vegetables for dinner. 

“If you wish to share time with them, I can complete the eating preparations on my own.” You start a bit when you feel a warm thumb slide along the collar of your shirt, tickling the top of your shoulder. Taehyung sidles up to you, shoulder to shoulder. 

Despite yourself, you smile and shake your head. 

“Then you won’t be enjoying yourself!” You remind him sternly. “Help me in here and we can join them more quickly- they’re planning on playing some game once dinner prep is done.” 

Taehyung nods enthusiastically, reaching across you to retrieve the bowl of mushrooms you’d left unattended. He hums as he works- it’s a habit he picked up recently, not long after you downloaded Spotify onto his phone for him; since then he always seems to have a tune on his tongue. 

You like his voice- it’s warm and velvety and suits the mood of a lazy autumn afternoon. You’re not really the singing type yourself but you could spend the whole day listening to Taehyung hum absently to himself. 

You’re focused enough on your task that you don’t notice the way Tae’s voice gradually fades until you accidentally knock against the countertop and the resulting “thud” is abnormally loud in the kitchen. 

Surprised, you glance over Taehyung to find his progress with the vegetarian skewers has stalled. Instead, he scans his gaze across the lawns to where Nayeon and Rose are settled on their picnic blanket, visible through the glass window. Something clouds his expression as he stares at the pair. 

“Can I ask you a question?” He says softly. His voice sounds distant and contemplative; it’s like he’s a million miles away in that moment. 

“Ask away.” You answer back, and suddenly the warmth of the afternoon seems evaporated. Something about the look in Taehyung’s eyes leaves you uneasy. 

“How does courtship work on this planet?” He asks. 

You splutter for a few moments, floored by the unexpected question. And then you follow his gaze once more and something clicks when you realise he’s still staring at the two girls lounging on the lawn. 

Oh. 

Something clicks into place like two puzzle pieces slotting together neatly. You clear your throat awkwardly before shrugging and turning your gaze away. Memories flash through your mind; Nayeon’s bad mood, Rose’s unexplained presence on this trip, and even a few weeks earlier when an upset Taehyung had informed you that Nayeon had been trying to set him up with one of her friends. 

Was... was there something between Rose and Taehyung?

“It’s... if you... if you f-find someone attractive,” You begin. You’re sure that you sound like an absolute idiot with your sudden stammering but for some reason your tongue feels like it’s made from lead. “Then you spend time with them. On dates. Trying to decide if you like them enough to spend your life with them.” 

A surprised expression crosses his face. 

“That’s all? You spend time together and you are entered into a bonded agreement? How to you discern ‘courtship’ time together from ‘friendship’ time together?” He demands, completely and utterly baffled. And then his expression grows into horror. “If that is the case then I must attend to something in the immediate!” He cries, dashing out before you have a chance to interrogate him otherwise. 

“Taehyung, wait!” You cry out, but he’s already out the door, leaving you by your lonesome in the kitchen. “Is there someone you want to “court”?” You ask to the empty kitchen anyway, knowing it won’t answer back. 

You pretend you don’t notice him cross the lawns moments later and take Rose aside, somewhere out of view and instead focus your energy on finishing the dinner preparations. 

++

It is entirely stupid to spend the rest of the evening sulking and yet that is what you find yourself doing. 

You don’t even have any rational explanation for why you’re so upset. Taehyung hadn’t mentioned Rose by name at all prior to this trip; it’s a huge assumption to think anything would be happening between them. And, even if there is something happening between them, it’s genuinely none of your business. You’re just his roommate. Your sole job is to take care of him on this exchange. If he wants to fool around and have flings with Earthen girls, he’s well within his rights to do so. 

But, nevertheless, something in you aches at the thought. And so, the easiest way to deal with the unfamiliar emotion is to avoid the trigger. 

Now if only everyone else would let you do so in peace. 

“What’s wrong? Did Taehyung find out you used beefstock in the veggie soup by accident?” Jin asks, siding smoothly into place beside where you’re seated on a log, a few metres away from the campfire and the majority of the action. 

“No, I remembered to use vegetable stock this time.” You sigh, accepting the can of drink he holds out towards you. “I just...” 

You trail away. If you can’t articulate to yourself why you’re upset, there’s no hope of you explaining it to Jin. At least not without significant misery and humiliation on your part. 

Jin, to his credit, spots Rose enthusiastically chatting to Taehyung, a hand resting delicately against the alien’s forearm, and takes the hint to leave you alone. He smiles awkwardly at you before shuffling off to bully Jungkook.

Nayeon is nowhere near as tactful. She slumps down beside you on the wrong end of tipsy, wielding a beer can like a weapon and ready to complain. 

“Why do you look so sad?!” She drunkenly demands of you. Startled, you glare at her in what you hope is an adequately distasteful expression. She doesn’t take your hint, continuing on despite the dour expression on your face. “You were supposed to not care! You never care about these things! Nothing ever gets to you.” 

“Nayeon.” You cut her off sharply. Any other day you’d tackle this but today you’re especially not in the mood for her antics. “What on earth are you going on about?”

Nayeon stops her rant, staring at you wide-eyes. Then her gaze flicks to where Taehyung is now being inundated by people- Jungkook has an arm thrown around him while Rose still clings to his forearm and Jimin looks like he’s drunkenly squaring up to Taehyung. 

Guilt fills her expression. She opens her mouth slowly. 

“I.... didn’t know things would end up like this.” 

She confesses in a rush. She buries her face in her hands and suddenly seems a lot more sober. “I didn’t know Rose would like Taehyung so much and if she did, I thought he’d end up liking her back.” 

She’s really only adding to your confusion, and you wisely choose to remain silent as Nayeon spills her guts. 

“I just... I was jealous.” She admits, looking at you with miserable eyes. “I know you don’t consider me your best friend- I’m not stupid, ok? I know that most of the time you barely tolerate me, but for me? You’re the closest friend I have. No one else even comes close, and when I saw how close you were getting with Tae, I felt threatened.”

You blink in surprise at her confession, and then it’s your turn to feel guilty. Nayeon has always taken your dismissiveness with a grain of salt or with a laugh. You’d always assumed the whole ‘’my best friend” thing was a joke, and so you’d aways been quick to shoot her down. 

“I...” you begin, scrambling for the right words to say. 

She cuts you off, however. 

“I thought if he got a girlfriend, he wouldn’t have as much time for you. And then things would go back to normal.” She confesses. “I just assumed after a couple of dates they’d hit it off and he’d have less time for you! But instead, he’s completely uninterested in her... and Rose fell head over heels for him, and you’re sitting here looking like I killed Sergeant Sparkles the seventh!” She cries. 

“The fifth. Sergeant Sparkles the fifth.” You correct her, more in a state of shock than anything else. 

Her expression darkens. 

“About that...” she begins, and it’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back as the reality of Nayeon’s actions come crashing down upon you. 

“What the hell, Nayeon?” You demand, shooting to your feet in sudden anger. You’re not even sure why you’re so angry. Her actions were relatively benign and harmless- whether she sets Taehyung up on any dates or not is actually none of your business. And the stupid fish is hers anyway so who cares if she’s still managing to kill them when you aren’t home? It’s stupid- it’s all so stupid!

And yet-!

“You have no business meddling in his life or mine like that!” You say, pouring out all the strange and antsy frustration you’re feeling on the easiest target; your annoying roommate. “If you’re upset, you talkto me! Instead, you’ve done all this, and I...” Your voice cracks. “And I...”

And you what?

You’re upset that another girl likes Taehyung? You’re annoyed that he’s gone out on dates that he probably didn’t even know were dates?  You know that you truly have no right to be upset, no ground to stand upon. Nayeon is right- you weren’t supposed to be moping around over something as simple as Taehyung being romantically interested in a girl. But here you are, upset, distressed... and jealous. 

Jealous of the look on Taehyung’s face as he had gazed thoughtfully across the lawns at Rose and Nayeon, the way the setting sun had gilded his profile in rich gold and turned his dark eyes into endless galaxies, jealous that someone else was on the receiving end of that look. 

Nayeon stares up at you- she’s probably a little too tipsy to be managing such an intense conversation, and you’re too upset to spare her any niceties. You turn your head away, pointedly ignoring the tears that have pooled in the corners of her widened eyes. 

“Whatever.” You grit out. “It’s stupid anyway. I’m going to bed.”

In the midst of the din of the campfire, no one really notices you slipping away, fighting back frustrated tears. 

Except one person, that is. 

His fingers are warm around your wrist, and you know it’s Taehyung before you even turn around to check. A burst of distress fills you, and you wrench your hand free like he’s burned you but it’s too late. You know he’s read your emotions from the way his expression shifts. 

“What’s wrong?” Taehyung demands, stepping forward to reach for you once more. “What happened?”

You pull back a step before you even register what you’re doing and it’s like you’ve slapped him. His eyes widen in hurt and shock. You bite your lip; you know that reading your emotions is important to Taehyung. It’s become synonymous with trust for him. He’s always been careful with who he touches- meticulously tugging at his sleeves to cover his fingertips and always wearing oversized clothes to cover as much skin as possible around everyone except a select few. And you’ve always been one of the select few that he can be his free, unrestricted self around.

And suddenly you’re pulling away without explanation. 

“Nothing’s wrong.” You say quickly, hoping to cover the intense guilt you suddenly feel. It’s no use, however. No matter how brief, he’d already felt the brief surge of your emotions- the anger, the bubbling distress, the hurt, the confusion. He knows something is wrong, but he’s also probably the last person you want to know that something is wrong. 

“(Y/n),” he calls, gentle and coaxing because that’s always worked in the past. He reaches for you again, and this time you panic. 

“Don’t!” You cry, and it comes out harsher than you intend. It doesn’t stop you from continuing, however. “Don’t touch me- just leave me alone!” 

Something happens in that moment; like the snap of a rubber band giving way. The recoil stings sharply and instantly you regret your words. Taehyung’s face goes slack for a moment before his expression shutters. He takes a deep breath, shaking on the exhale, before offering you a weak smile. 

“Ok.” He says, and its soft and giving, like the caving of a mattress under your body weight and your chest aches. “Good night then. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

You feel like the worst person alive.

++

You wake up late the next morning reeling with the memory of what you now recognise as a massive over-reaction. Bright sunlight streams between the lace curtains of your window and you stare dully up at the cracks of the ceiling of your room. Whoever you were sharing a room with is long gone; only the unmade bed signifies their presence.  

You can already hear the clang of cutlery from downstairs as your friends rouse around the house and prepare for breakfast. No one’s bothered to wake you yet but there always seems to be a collective agreement on trips like these that everyone wake up at their own pace. 

You’re grateful for that sentiment, and for the chance to mope alone for a moment. You hadn’t slept well- you’d tossed and turned and flitted from bad dream to bad dream. You feel exhausted.

Really, your behaviour last night had been silly. Both Nayeon and Taehyung had done nothing wrong. Even Rose hadn’t done anything wrong. The issue lies solely with you, and your own feelings. 

And if your feelings are the issue, the healthy thing to do would be to process your emotions and think things through. You should really give a name to the faceless beast that triggered such jealousy and misery inside you. But that feels like a terrifying thing to do- like standing on the edge of a cliff face and preparing to go bungee-jumping off the edge. 

With a sigh, you roll onto your side and bury your face into the pillow. The cotton is cool against your heated face and for a second, if you squeeze your eyes shut, things don’t seem so bad. 

And then a gentle knock comes and they seem bad again. 

“Come in.” You call, muffled by the pillow.

You’re not sure how you know it’s Taehyung, but your hunch is proven correct when he shuffles inside. He’s wearing a dark blue hoodie with his hood pulled over dark, curly hair and plaid pyjama bottoms that he hasn’t bothered to change out of. Everyone else is probably in their pyjamas downstairs anyway. He’s the picture of cosy when you finally allow your gaze to settle on him properly.

Foolishly, you hadn’t really prepared yourself for the moment you’d see him again after the fiasco that had occurred the night before. If you’d thought things would be the same after the revelations of the previous night, you were wrong. Instead, you’re struck, full-force like a truck slamming into a tiny clown car. Your gaze catches on the way the sunlight catches the tips of his hair, the way dark, alluring eyes peak beneath a curly fringe. Something in your chest stretches and expands outwards, like the melodic thrum of a guitar code. 

You like him. You’re not sure how or when or why. What did he do, that he’s burrowed so firmly into your heart with your knowledge? Was it seated on the harbour, watching the boats go by? Or curled up on the couch together after a bad day? Or was it even earlier- dark, lost eyes watching you through the rain like you were his last hope? You don’t know- something happened and now here you are, with a crush the size of Jupiter. What do you do, now that you know this? Now that the irrevocable truth is before you? 

You squeeze your eyes shut as if that will change anything. It doesn’t- behind your lids his smile is burned there like sunshine on a bright day. 

You hear the shuffle of his slippers against carpet and feel the edge of the bed you are facing dip with a new weight. When you open your eyes, he stares back, one arm resting on the bed. He’s crouched by the side of the bed, watching. Waiting. 

Slowly, very slowly like he’s approaching a skittish animal, he twists and manoeuvres his arm on the surface of the mattress until his palm faces upwards, outstretched towards you. 

It’s an invitation; you know that Taehyung won’t force you to share or to tell him what’s wrong or to explain why you shouted at him the night before. He’s kind like that- he’ll accept an apology with zero explanation. You’ve seen him do it countless times with Nayeon, smiling whenever she tosses a thoughtless and reluctant “sorry” his way. He’ll do the same with you, if you so wish it. 

But his outstretched hand is also a request- unbidden, you recall his prior words. “There’s nothing you can feel that I wouldn’t want to share in.”- that had been his admission to you. He wants you to trust him, to share the painful and ugly parts too.

And oddly... you want to share them with him. You want to share everything with him. You want to hold his hand. 

Hesitantly, you let your fingers slide against his palm. You imagine that maybe Taehyung was expecting misery and anger to slide through your skin to him, but you feel strangely calm. You’re not sure how he interprets that,  but Taehyung’s goal isn’t to know more. It’s to share with you- to empathise with you, and you know he’s happy with what you feel. Slowly, a smile slides across his face and he reaches a hand up to smooth his thumb affectionately across your temple, absently tucking a stray hair behind the crook of your ear. 

You can’t imagine what he feels pulse across the contact of where your fingers rest lightly against his palm but you hope you’re not too obvious. 

“Nayeon told me the two of you had a fight.” He admits. “I wanted to see if you’re ok.” 

His curls his fingers upwards, wrapping them around your hand and shifts upwards, settling onto the edge of your mattress. You move back, and he beams when he has enough space to lie down parallel to you. He stretches out, still with your hand clasped between the two of you. 

“I am.” You admit. “It was stupid to get upset, anyway.” 

Taehyung shakes his head, and he’s close enough that his hair nearly tickles your forehead with the movement. Up close, you can see the way his pupils are shaped differently- you’d aways assumed they’d be round, like a humans, but instead they’re pointed, like tiny little stars, and his eyes have the slightest blue sheen over them as a default. 

“It’s not stupid.” He reassures you. “You silly humans are always so quick to dismiss your feelings.” 

He wraps two hands around one of yours and drags it up so that he can press the back of your hand to his cheek. His eyes flutter closed, and it’s a little too much. You’re not sure what he feels from you in that moment, but for whatever reason he chooses not to comment on the intense flood of emotions he is surely experiencing from you. 

“I felt it last night.” He reminds you with a sigh, eyes still closed. His fingers tighten around yours just a fraction. “You were hurt- I felt it so clearly. That means that whatever happened last night hurt your feelings and it isn’t stupid for you to get upset. But I’m glad you’re feeling better, now.” He confesses. An eye blinks open to watch you curiously. 

Silence hovers between you. It’s not a bad way to spend the morning, curled up against him with your hand in his. Maybe it’s something the two of you could have, if he wanted it too. Maybe you could spend lazy mornings with him blinking sleepily at you and warm morning sunshine tickling the edges of his cheeks. Or you could spend the evenings together, huddled under the warmth of a blanket while you watch silly movies together and his eyes sparkling at you like they are now, like he knows a secret that’s just for the two of you. 

Your heart pulses and lurches, and you long for those things so fiercely you’re sure Taehyung is being bludgeoned with the onslaught of your longing and yet he doesn’t comment on it. 

“Taehyung,” you say, and though your voice is barely above a whisper, it echoes too harshly and loudly between the two of you. “I’m sorry about how I acted last night.”

The expression he gives you is warm and yielding- like butter melting against toast. 

“It’s ok.” He assures you. “As long as you’re ok, it has no matter.”

You smile at him, and the air between you heats. You can’t name what sensation crackles through the room, but your heart sits in your throat. Swallowing awkwardly, you’re suddenly too aware of your proximity, and Taehyung seems to be too from the uncertain look that has suddenly entered his eyes. You expect him to shift away, or pull back, or urge you to get ready so you can start the day now that the air has been cleared. But Taehyung makes no attempts to move.

Instead, just for the briefest moment, so quickly that you almost miss it, his gaze flickers down to your mouth. 

And then he’s lurching suddenly out of bed just in time for Jin’s shout to echo down the hallway. 

“Any stragglers who don’t get out of bed now don’t get any pancakes!” He calls. 

Taehyung scrambles out of the bed, still not quite looking at you. 

“We better get going!” He exclaims, voice cheerful and without a trace of the moment that had hovered between you before. “Otherwise we won’t get to go canooking!”

He’s out the door before you can correct him on the terminology, and you stare in bewilderment after him. 

For a long moment, you just sit there, dumbfounded in your bed, before you allow a smile to soften your face.  You’re glad Taehyung is largely unaffected by your behaviour last night, and there’s still time to enjoy the trip with him. 

There’s just one thing you have to do first. 

++

Nayeon is moping by the pier when you eventually find her. She sits, idly swinging her legs over the edge of the wooden planks and forlornly watching her friends splash around in the warm autumn morning. Taehyung remains onshore, trying to master the movements of the paddle while Jungkook swings it around like it’s a weapon. You’re going to have to teach him to do it properly at some stage but for now you have more important things to do. 

Like cheering up the birthday girl. 

“Here.” You say. You had intended to give the gift at the start of the trip, but between Nayeon’s strange behaviour and the chaos that had ensued following it, the opportunity had been lost. 

Now is as good a time as any, however, and you set the small wrapped box next to her. 

“I know you said no gifts, but I also know you were secretly hoping people would buy you gifts anyway.” You sigh, settling down beside her and swings your legs over the edge. The surface of the lake just wets the bottom of your reef shoes and little ripples of water spread out from where the soles of your feet make contact. 

Nayeon eyes it suspiciously, before leaning forward and plucking the box off the floor. She shakes it once, twice, before eagerly tearing at the wrapping paper. 

“I’m sorry.” You say, as she makes tears through the paper. Her fingers pause, mid-task, and dark eyes flicker to stare at you tentatively. 

“For what?” She asks. You shrug- discomfort swirls in your chest, but despite your reluctance, the words must be said. Because even though you had been strangely hurt by Nayeon’s scheming, she had acted out of hurt too. And Taehyung’s right- it’s wrong to just dismiss her feelings like that. If she got hurt, then those feelings are real. 

“For over-reacting last night.” You confess. And then you shoot her a furtive look out if the corner of your eye. “But also for making you feel insecure enough that you couldn’t just come and talk to me. That’s not what friends do.”

Nayeon stares at you for a long moment, before dropping her gaze back to the present. Her hands tremble as she carefully resumes unwrapping it. It takes her a moment to gather enough composure to reply. 

“I didn’t know you’d be so upset by it.” She admits. “I wouldn’t have done it if I’d known you actually liked him. I just thought… I thought it was like every other thing in your life, where you don’t actually care who comes and goes.”

You stare at her in surprise. 

“Is that what you think?” You wonder aloud. “That I don’t care?”

Strangely, you’re not offended by her assumption- after all, isn’t it what you are constantly trying to convince yourself? That you don’t care? That people can come and go?

The thing is, you do care. No matter how much you try and convince yourself, you care too much. 

“You seem like you don’t.” She admits. Her gaze turns back to the shoreline, catching on Taehyung who is now splashing idly in the shallows with his paddle with the same fascination a child might hold. “But you do. And as your friend, I should be able to recognise things like that.”

She finally finishes unwrapping the gift, and her eyes widen at the content inside. 

It’s the trigger she needs- finally, she meets your gaze. 

“I don’t think you over-reacted at all.” She confesses. “You got jealous, is all. That happens. That’s normal. And it’s my fault for forgetting that you’re human just like the rest of us.”

Her gaze flicks down to the gift, a necklace she had been eyeing for months but always lost the opportunity to buy. 

“I feel like I don’t deserve this.” She says. And then she looks back to you. “I’m sorry too. It was wrong if me to try and sabotage your friendship with him. Even if you didn’t like him, it still would have been wrong. People got hurt because I was being silly.”

You smile awkwardly at her. 

“It’s ok. We both acted dumb last night. And, for the record, I do care about you. Somewhat.” You reassure her.

She stares at the box with a sigh, before smiling at you. 

And then she sets the box down and slaps her own cheeks so aggressively you yelp in surprise. 

“Enough mushy talk!” She cries suddenly. She points at you aggressively. “It’s my birthday! Time to enjoy things! You’re coming in my canoe.”

You glance over your shoulder at Taehyung, back on the shoreline. 

“But what about-“ you protest. 

“He can “kanook” with you over my cold, dead body, (Y/N).” She asserts a little too seriously. “Now that I know you like him like that I’m gonna have to fight twice as hard if I want your attention.”

She grabs you by the wrist, dragging you towards the boat-shed and ignoring your squawked protests. 

She does throw you one little boon, over her shoulder though. 

“He rejected Rose, by the way. She asked him to go to some lookout together and he said he couldn’t because you’re afraid of heights.”

And it’s wrong to smile but you do anyway. Crushes are weird like that.

[krystalphantasm]

You know toon town? Or what about free realms? Dude, holy fucking shit I used to play so much free realms back when I was a kid I would go over to my aunts house and make a new account everytime and play until I hit the pay wall. That game was mediocre at best. You wanna know a good game? Project notherfucking zomboid (the title does not include motherfucking) you're just this dude who happens to be immune to an airborne strain of the KNOX VIRUS that has infected and zombified the rest of the population of mulduraugh, Westpoint, riverside, rosewood, phallus lake, and Louisville Kentucky. All the locations are based on real world locations in Kentucky (loosley) and there are thousands, hundreds of thousands of zeds, but oh no this ain't no run of the mill call of duty shoot em up, you ain't shit, you ain't even the shit on the bottom of the boot man, you're just a regular fucking dude facing an impossible apocalypse. You're outnumbered, resources are scarce, and every day survived is just a tick down in your limited time left on this wretched fucking planet. You're gonna face food shortages, water shortages, the electricity will shut off, the local area will become increasingly depleted of resources, forcing you to venture out of your safe zones to unfamiliar locations, and all of this of course if and only if you manage to not get your body turned into a zombie chew toy. Is this another survival crafting game? Yes and no. It's so much more than that, it is an immersive experience my friend just watch some game play if you're not sold. But speaking of being sold, that is not my purpose here today, I do not accosted you just to brag about my favorite video game (of which I have played countless) no, in fact, my purpose is much more sinister, evil, wretched, maybe a little bit pog champ. (A lot pog champ)

Basically, I want you to imagine the funniest thing you can possibly conjur up in your mind. Also now I'm going to be trite and demand that it be funnier, even funnier than you thought possible, I bet you can't do it. I bet you're struggling to make yourself laugh silly at the idea of how funny the thing you didn't think up is. Being pressured is hard. You know what else is hard? Making your way in the world today, it sure does take a lot. Wouldn't it be nice to get away? To somewhere where everybody knows your name? Trust me, I know the feeling. That's why I'm building an army, a force to be reckoned with. We're gonna split off from it all my friend, we're gonna make a whole new country probably in the middle of the ocean and we'll have lots of fresh fruit and fish and maybe some cows and chickens and you can bring your friends and family and pets and well all be on this island and treat nature with the respect that it deserves and everyone can have a robot limb and we won't even kill anyone to make it happen because the island will be protected by a force field that is impenetrable unlike your mom. Heyo, get owned. Anyway say bazinga, that's the cost of entry, the sole piece of paper you gotta fill out, trust me, it's worth it. Also if you don't you're be cursed by an ancient force I have no control over and that would suck for you gamer, that would suck so hard

you mentioned toontown and then immediately lost me with project zomboid >:C

[rebecca-babe]

out of char

watching the amazing digital circus pilot writing down my thoughts

DONT READ IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED IT YET

-ooh the change in graphics was so good

-why does Caine enter the screen like a deflating balloon you've blown up and set loose

-WHY THE HELL DOES BUBBLE TALK LIKE THAT I DIDNT KNOW IT WOULD TALK AT ALL MUCH LESS SOUNDING LIKE >THAT< DEAR GOD THAT SENT A SHOCK THROUGH ME I WAS PARALYZED FOR A FULL MINUTE JUST IN SHOCK

-the soundtrack???? It actually sounds like a kids show when they introduce them. ALSO gangle is so cute

-someone fire kaufmo bc why is he not showing up. Disrespectful. Also does it bug anyone else that they say ragathas name like raga?? No tha??? Just me, ok.

-the 'why' in the 🎶we don't know why🎶 is so good

-SOMEONE HELP POMNI OUT SHE IS SO CONFUSED

-i didn't get the Jax simps before... I'm not saying he's hot he just has sassy fav character potential

-can someone actually acknowledge pomni or is she gonna go insane by herself

-the censorship... I love how pom goes straight to swearing. Also it seems like you put I headset on and then you become a part of the circus? Like... a vr headset? Something like that?

-RAGATHA HAS NO FEET

-IM DYING CAINE IS LIKE "stop swearing girl this show is supposed to be PG 😊" and pom is just like "SHIT BITCH FUCK ASS. BITCH!!!"

-pomni is so baby

-"did someone say something about an insect collection?"

-micheal kovatch really gets all the good roles huh

-ZOOBLES VOICE. MOMMY?

-i thought pom was gonna have a panic attack instead she just spirals

-NEVERMIND. I HATE JAX. HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO GANGLE DID YOU HEAR HER VOICE IM SOBBING BABY NOOOO

-" the GROUNDS! 🎪🍓😊😁🎶 drown yourself at the digital lake 🍓🎶🎪😊"

-was not expecting a flirty moon. Huh

-bubble what. "Why are you like this..."

- I- that was an exit door. The way Caine just goes DIGITAL HALLUCINATIONS! and shuts her down makes me think Caine is keeping them there all on purpose. either that or the exit door is something evil that Caine wants to protect them from.

-"I said that like five minutes ago"

-"YOU! do you like adventure? Activity? Wonder? Danger? HORROR? PAIN? SUFFERING? AGONY? DEATH? DISEASE?! DEATH??!!! angel food cake?"

-Caine is actually insane what. YOU PARASITE!!!

-gather the gloinks has bisexual letters

-Caine is insane pt 2

-really hoping the way to defeat a gloink is to beat the shit out of it

-"oh no. They killed zooble. Anyway do you guys want to get something to eat"

Yeah I'm only at 7 minutes so I'll stop now. I'll keep going when I wanna blab about something

-CRYBABY AND HOOHAH 😭

-gangle is my favorite. I love her. She is baby.

-OH MY GOD. OHHH MY GOD. LITTLE RUNMO REFERENCE!!!

-uhh. Yall pomni isn't okay. Can someone help her out

-oh damn. The end is just pomni realizing she'll be there forever. She needs a hug

[alwyscrtns]

Song Storytime Sunday

feat. LS6 by Slaney Bay

(the song goes with the story, and its good, so play it as you read if you want!)

SO back in freshman year I took geometry (I took alg in 8th), the class was easy and my classmates were nice (mostly). At some point thoughout the year me and this girl, I'll call her C, get sat next to eachother. She was funny, I was funnier (in my opinion) we get along and become good friends.

I, a artist, noticed that her headphones were audio-technica m40s, valued at $100+. for those who don't know, that's a popular audio brand for professional audio. (Aka, not just regular headphones). I asked her where she got them from and then she told me about this radio camp she went to. Now also, as a artist, every single one of us gets excited when we hear the word "radio". Getting radio play is usually the #1 milestone for any small artist. So, when she said "radio" + "camp" I basically went like "!!!!".

We talk about it for a few days and eventually she shows me her radio "learners guide". It's really all common sense but it had a few funny moments. There was a list with words that you can't say on the radio. Including:

(all censored in my unique way)

Sht, P*ss, Fck, Cnt, C***sucker, MF, T*ts, BS

So anyways, I get her discord and apply for the summer camp that year (past the deadline). I wasn't expecting to get in, but I put down that I knew C on my application. School was ending, but me and C keep in touch through sending each other memes on Instagram and Discord.

C texts me, "she (wxox leader girl) says you can come in the last day of camp if youre free". i was SOOOO EXCITED. I replyed cool, when where how?". One thing led (lead?) to another, and I was inside the broadcast center one afternoon in July.

i did the hellos you usually do when you walk into a building, and waited on the couch in the lobby. (there was some cute boys there but i digress), C walked in and we start to talk about the books in the room. eventually, thats boring so she led me around to say hi to the other DJs who were early in a tour like fashion. there's not much to say about that, but I will note that I introduced myself as DJ Fruity 🏳️‍🌈 to the other DJs.

We go back in and the leader girl walks in and does a presentation/speech type thing and introduces me to the djs who came in after my tour. not much to note here, but everyone was very nice.

we go into the studio and a very professional looking guy comes in with us. he shows me this LOOONG radio contract. I dont sign without reading, so I sit and read it for a moment.

"we reserve the right to use, share, publicize, and monetize your radio show in perpetuity"

(normal talk: we own everything you say on the radio forever)

The other guys before us were doing some talk show, and were running overtime (a serious infraction in the radio world apparently). very professional guy comes in and ushers them out. I fiddle with the headphones (also m40s) for a while (they fold on themselves), professional guy helps me, and then it was time to go on air.

we snap a pic first:

C: "Hi, this is me, DJ C (forgot her dj name) and today the show is about national r&b history (something). I'm here along with..." she pauses for me to answer (thankfully)

Me: "dj create!"

(I figure you can't identify as DJ Fruity on radio)

I forget what she says next, but somehow we get onto the topic of my music "career" (i still consider it a hobby).

C: "which one of your songs did you you have the most attachment to?"

me: "I released this one song back near the start of my "career" titled albu, its real emo. the whole song is a extended metaphor with internal conflict and a lake"

She starts playing the first song, 🎵Killing Me Softly With His Song🎵. (by Lauren Hill) Anyone who's listened knows that that song knows that it ends with... a not so radio friendly bit. so we had to quickly abort halfway through the song and we go into a interview type thing.

C: "do you wanna play a song?"

me: "idk any good r&b songs"

C: "it doesn't have to be r&b, just radio friendly"

So, I played the song of the day, ls6 on the radio for r&b day. if you're listening to the song you obviously realized, it's not a r&b song, but everyone loved it anyways. I loved the experience, and I hope I get to attend the full boot camp next year. Shout out (to whoever read this whole thing) to WXOX 97.1 FM radio Louisville ❤️ (they also go by ARTxFM sometimes, Idk the difference, sblmk)

link to wxox website

Picture of all of us:

(Profesional guy is far right, leader girl is the one next to him with sunglasses on)

the end

there's more to this story, but I don't want to write too much if nobodies listening. if I get enough likes (like more than 20 ig) I'll write out what happened afterwards! comment any questions you have!

post song bonus ideas:

(r&b trivia and "the force")

(pizza party)

the actual end

[youllneverknow28]

stars

ricky Bowen x black!reader

not proof read 😭

After opening night me Gina, EJ, Ashlyn kourtney Carlos, and seb all met up at the local pizza shop still in my clothes I tried my very best not to spill tomato sauce on the white dress. I had seen eyes on me, but not just anyone’s eyes. Ricky Bowen‘s eyes I had had a thing for Ricky since third grade, but I shut those feelings away after he started dating nini and honestly I had kind of felt like an outcast. Gina was with EJ gadget was with Ashlyn Jet was with kourtney. And me and Ricky were the only ones single. my hair was braided curls at the end in the white dress that fitted me oh so perfectly. Every time I laughed, smiled, giggled, or even side eyed I could feel Ricky Bowen’s eyes on me. What the fuck I thought after the show at camp shallow lake I was sure him and Gina would hit it off, but EJ swindled his way back to Gina and now they’re living happily ever after. I wasn’t jealous. Why would I be jealous it’s not like the boy. I’ve had a crush on since third grade just kept getting bitches prettier than me but I’m not nini and they’re my friends now and I don’t have those hateful feelings towards them anymore I just wanna live my life and see what happens next. Go with the flow you know? And that’s what I was truly going to stick with until a walk out of the pizza shop, making my way towards my car when I heard a similar voice stop me “ Hey veah you gotta sec” turning around to see Ricky Bowen “ hey Ricky yeah what’s up” “ nothing at my dads out of town and I was just wondering if you’d like to come back for maybe movies in popcorn?” “ oh yeah, yeah shit let me him. Ask my mom she should be fine with it” I said pulling out my phone turning around and calling my mom after a five minute conversation. My mom asked to talk to Ricky which honestly kind of scary but he was a nice boy “ here my mom wants to talk to you” I said awkwardly mouthing the words. I’m sorry as I handed him the phone. “ Hi Mrs. Wallace how are you?” “ hi Ricky look I’m fine with Nevaeh staying over there, but my daughter better not come back pregnant and she sure as hell better not come back with no bruises and she better not come back with any trace of her being unsafe or hungover so basically, my question is, is my daughter gonna be safe” “she will be perfectly safe I promise” hanging up the phone he gave it back to me as we got in his car and made our way back to his house when we arrived he unlocked his door and made a little couch bed “ so what do you want to watch?” Smirking I said “ high school musical” about 30 minutes into the movie. Ricky suddenly screams “ I mean come on who does barges into song like that” giggling, I told him “ Ricky we’re literally theater kids you can’t hate on the movies that we play” “ ok but what the fuck nobody does that in the real world” “ we do that” He looks at me back at the TV and back at me again. “ we do not do that.” “ ok, Mr. Bowen whatever you say.” After the movie was done he popped in the second one. I asked him if he had any clothes, or I could borrow for the night here me a pair of his boxers and oversize T. As I made my way to the bathroom, I realized I only had my curl cream in the bag that I had brought and usually this wouldn’t be a problem, but it was the only thing I had besides the mini brush I carry all the time my hair was long, but not too long which meant It was hard to manage. I heard a knock. “ Hey, you ok in there” I heard Ricky ask opening the door curl cream all in my hand he suddenly walked in, taking some and running it into my hair “ I hope it’s ok I’m touching your hair” he says, looking at me in the mirror “ yeah it’s fine. I couldn’t do it all by myself anyway.” after he helped me with my hair we cuddled up and continued watching hsm2 and I was out of it in no time

[khodorkovskaya]

im a terrible friend and it's eating me from the inside

so there's this festival thing this weekend. like a big event by the lake with live music and everything. and i have a friend (let's call her the chemistry friend cos she does chemistry) who's been obsessed with it for the past 5 years. cos it used to be a yearly thing and then they cancelled it and this year they brought it back. so she created a groupchat with like 30 people and she sends messages everyday like "3 days left!!!!! let's gooo! daily motivation!".

and i was like woop woop let's go! cos i really like the chemistry friend, i think she's really cool.

but what bothered me is that there are a couple of people in the groupchat who i don't really like. and here's the thing, these people never did anything to me but ive been avoiding them. specifically, it's nik and this girl, let's call her luna. they never did anything to me, i shouldn't hate them, but yet i do. and it makes me feel terrible.

so i was like okay, the plan is, i go to the festival, hang out with the chemistry friend, maybe talk to a couple of people in the gc who are chill. and dance the whole night through and not socialise with nik and luna and anyone else. i added my zurich friend to the gc and that also made me happy i was like okay: chemistry friend, zurich friend, chemistry friend's chill friend, maybe that one cool guy from epfl is gonna be there, that's my plan. maybe my oxford bestie can make it and that way it'll be perfect.

but it was already stressing me out bc i feel like nik and luna don't deserve my hate. and why do i hate them? i don't know.

but anway, i was fine. and then!

my london bestie texts me that she's in town this weekend.

and i lost it.

i was like no.

no no no.

and i feel so guilty! because she's supposed to be my best friend! but i really don't want to see her. again, why do i not want to see her??? i don't know! i feel like a bad person! why do i hate my best friend? im supposed to be happy that she's coming, right????

then she said that her, the chemistry friend, nik and luna are going to see shrek together and they want me to come. and nik and luna are my london bestie's friends. so i can't just avoid them if im hanging out with her.

and i was like "eh idk, im more into the dancing vibe, i really wanna dance, but i'll see". and my london bestie was like "okay, chill, let's get shisha today". so we're getting shisha today, it's gonna be chill.

then nik texts me

nik: so shisha tonight, huh? 👀

me: yeah, with [london bestie]

nik: mind if i join? or do you wanna have one on one time with [london bestie]?

so i was like fuck nik loves inviting himself to things, he always does that, it's so annoying!

me: idk, as you want, but i wanted to have some one on one time with [london bestie]

nik: you've been avoiding me :(

me: we're gonna see each other on saturday anyway

and then he sends a whiny voice message like "yeah im gonna pass by to see you guys after work. but if you insist im gonna go home and be alone i guess :(((("

like broooo

i don't want to see him

i don't want to see any of them

adjhowzuehfoskflskds,hgklk;;;;;;;;,,,...

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

Random Idea junk drawer

So I had a great time doing my Wangxian-centric Breath of the Wild AU last year, and when I finished it I definitely left the epilogue open-ended enough to do more Zelda AU’s/Fusions in the future (I still don’t REALLY know how big the difference is between AU’s and Fusions and which one my other-content-inspired stuff usually counts as but I DIGRESS) because here’s the thing. The Thing(TM). Zelda games are my JAM. They were baby’s first special interest. Literally.

When I was 7 years old my parents bought a GameCube and a game disk that had 4 remastered Classic Zelda games on it (two 2D, two 3D) as well as a 20-minute playable demo for Wind Waker, with three different starting locations to choose from that you could play as many times as you wanted. And you bet my little 7-year-old ass played every bit of it that was within my skill level (which was not much lol), until I got my next Zelda game at 10 (that was Twilight Princess, and it was the first Zelda game I ever finished). I have the Wii walkthrough book for Twilight Princess that I bought used online and it reeked of cigarettes for months after I got it. I chose a screenshot of one of the characters out of it to paint on one of those horrible school industrial ceiling tiles in my 8th grade art class (sadly the photo of it is lost on an old dead phone, but it was really good, I mixed up all my own custom colors of paint and everything which was like. Impressive for 13 year old me :( ). I have and treasure the Hyrule Historia book. I had shitty ill-fitting graphic tees that said things like ‘Good things come to those who break clay pots’ (really funny to me now that I’m a ceramicist and could easily make pots for myself for the purpose of smashing if I were so inclined [I’m totally gonna]). I have massive Zelda tattoos on the insides of both forearms and I’m planning more so that I’ll hopefully end up with two Zelda half-sleeves. Like ZELDA IS MY THING. WHY I’m not writing more Zelda AU’s and playing around in my expanded sandbox of hyperfixations, I have no idea.

But anyway, I’ve started playing Ocarina of Time again, I have no idea how many times I’ve played it at this point within the last 19 years, and I’ve done it on every Nintendo console possible (except, ironically, the N64 as it was originally made for). So obviously I’m playing along and getting lost in the story because it’s a fuckin good story, as one does, and I was like ‘hey what if Wangxian tho’ and thus. Today’s junk drawer was born. Have I already started an outline of the fic plot points as well? Yes. Did I have to stop myself 800 words in and say that no I can’t just write out the entire plot tonight and no it can’t all go into this junk drawer post because I should actually just write the damn thing instead? Yeah. When will that happen? I don’t wanna think about it, so let’s just have fun talking characters and locations and their implications, shall we?

I’m going to post my notes completely unedited and let y’all see the whole ugly process, and I’m gonna put it below the cut because this is already long enough to scroll past but all I’ve done is gush about Zelda and in doing so further cement my well-established status as a huge fuckin nerd lol:

Jiangs/Lotus Pier as Kokiri Forest -- Deku Tree is Jiang Fengmian (Does this make Madam Yu the giant nasty spider inside????? ew)

- Wei Wuxian -- taken into LP/Kokiri Forest as a young child, young enough to fit in with the other children, but he'll soon be old enough for everyone to know that he isn't one of the lake/river children, he's from Elsewhere. - Jiang Cheng as Mido, small and angry and won't let anyone see JFM/YZY without really fucking good reason but also takes the leadership role in LP/Kokiri Forest once JFM/Deku Tree is dead - Jiang Yanli as Saria, gentle and sweet and fond of music and wandering through the woods that keep their lake hidden from the rest of the world. She'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood.

Cloud Recesses as Hyrule Castle, Lans are the Royal Family and Sheikah combined

- Lan Qiren as the king of Hyrule, though as the second brother he's supposed to be leading the Sheikah, not sitting on the throne - Lan Xichen (already in his 20's) as Impa. He'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood. Although he's supposed to be in line for the throne, someone has to be the leader of the Sheikah since LQR can't be, which leaves: - Lan Zhan as Princess Zelda -- plagued by dreams and visions of evil coming to take over the world, but no one takes him seriously because he's still so young. People also forget that in the line of succession he's supposed to be the one protecting the royal family as the next leader of the Sheikah, so it's actually his destiny to have these visions, not to be a politician. He sees in Wei Wuxian someone who's willing to break the rules and society's expectations to be the true hero he's been dreaming about. He'll take up the extremely active role of Wangji/Sheik as an adult, having learnt the Sheikah secrets under Lan Xichen's tutelage and taken up his rightful place as one of them since his escape from the palace as a child.

Kakariko Village -- inhabited by average people (akin to Caiyi town, close with the royal Lan family but not directly cultivators?)

Nies as Gorons in Death Mountain/Goron City/Nie Fortress

- Nie Mingjue as Darunia -- hot-tempered and built like the mountain, willing to swear brotherhood with the boy who came to save his people. He'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood. (NHS as the snot-nosed kid who hero-worships WWX in adulthood? lol)

Jins/Jinlintai as Zora's Domain -- The Zora are a proud people who live high above the rest of Hyrule at the top of their waterfall (tower). (Golden Carp Tower has a lot of water motifs and they decorate things in teal and gold like the zora do too)

- Jin Guangshan as King Zora - Jin Zixuan as Princess Ruto, eaten by their deity god (who is still a giant fuckin fish, I dunno what else he could be lol) and who thinks he has to be engaged to WWX after giving him the Sapphire (maybe because he was told from a young age he'd have to get engaged to one of the lake children anyway and just didn't know who/hint at unrealized Xuanli?) He'll awaken as a Sage in WWX's adulthood. - Jin Guangyao as (????? :( :( :( where will my boy go?? I need my boy for emotional support)

Wen Ruohan as Ganondorf -- a cruel king wreathed in shadow and flame....I mean it writes itself lol

- Baoshan Sanren as Rauru, the Sage of Light -- withdrew from the mortal world an unknowable amount of time ago to protect the Sacred Realm and has watched over WWX these last seven years as he slept. - Jiang Yanli as Saria, the Sage of Forest -- she awakens into her powers to protect her childhood friend/brother(s), though this will mean having to leave Jiang Cheng on his own in Lotus Pier - Nie Mingjue as Darunia, the Sage of Fire -- he awakens as a sage to honor the Brotherhood oath he swore with WWX in the past - Jin Zixuan as Princess Ruto, the Sage of Water -- he 'dumps' WWX because he has to do the more important work of stopping the apocalypse, try to contain your disappointment WWX, you can still be coworkers and save the world or whatever, if you even care. - Lan Xichen as Impa, the Sage of Shadow -- Lan Xichen must leave the mortal world behind to take up his mantle as the Sage of Shadow, leaving Lan Wangji to carry his worldly responsibilities instead (sort of half-retreating into seclusion like canon) - Wen Qing as Nabooru, the Sage of Spirit -- Wen Qing is the leader of the all-female band of Gerudo thieves who in no way endorse Wen Ruohan's domination of the world. When she leaves to take up her role as the Sage of Spirit, she leaves her cousin Wen Yun (my OC Madam Lan) to lead the Gerudo in her stead. (need to find a role for Wen Ning? Except zelda lore is that only one man is born to the Gerudo at a time every hundred years and he’s always their king. Maybe WN is meant to be the new one but WRH has reached immortality/won’t die and let him succeed him?)

Plot would follow Ocarina of Time fairly closely (Unlike my BOTW AU where I tried to make it...relatively more like canon??) because there's a very definite plot there, while BOTW is so much more fluid it was easier to adapt to something else.