#REALLY felt when pickles said black out more so you dont remember the time you were alive in dethhealth

[wallace-wells]

every day is worse than the last i think im about to go off the deep end gamers!

#🖍️ #REALLY felt when pickles said black out more so you dont remember the time you were alive in dethhealth #vent post like if read

[vitamx]

the iron door: chapter 1

[ Also read on AO3! ]

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 grian had made quite the first impression when he had entered the hermitcraft server.

 carrying a body bag that clanked whenever it moved in the slightest- some hermits even said it moved by itself- it was obvious as to why that was.

when xisuma had asked, he had simply grinned and laughed, saying it was an incomplete project he couldn't possibly leave behind.

 what kind of project? a redstone one.

so that bag is filled with redstone parts? not exactly.

then what is in the bag? i told you- an incomplete project. nothing dangerous, don't worry...

there might have been a day or two of suspicion, but the minute that body bag disappeared somewhere unknown, no one really seemed to question it.

especially not when he had started a chain of events that led to a chaotic game of tag, a pickle shop with no exit, and after that came prank after prank after prank... and after that, there was the prank war, and the architechs, and sahara, and the build-off...

 needless to say, with such a chaotic server, it was easy to forget something as minuscule as a large bag with, most likely, iron and redstone parts in it.

however, one fateful, chilly afternoon mumbo had received a flurry of messages from his good friend grian.

  grianmc: do you remember the bag i brought with me into the world?

 mumbojumbo is typing...

 mumbojumbo: why yes, i do!

mumbojumbo: you said it was an "unfinished project" right?

grianmc: yes yes

grianmc: this may sound a bit odd but can you,

grianmc: keep an eye on it while im away for the week? like... just some regular maintenance checks

grianmc: nothing too difficult, promise

  curious as to whatever (likely horrid and broken) contraption grian had been working on over the season, mumbo agreed without much thought.

  mumbojumbo: sure i can!

mumbojumbo: where are you going?

 grianmc is typing...

 grianmc: just to an old server. to check up on things

grianmc: and thanks. i mean it

grianmc: i also made some recordings and stuff to help, uh

grianmc: guide you through the maintenance checks and stuff

 grianmc is typing...

 grianmc is typing...

 grianmc: the, project, is in the sunken ship- the one that was my starter base.

 grian mc is typing...

 grianmc: dont freak out when you see it

  the last message made mumbo pause, his fingers hesitating over the keypad of the communicator as he typed out his own response to it.

  mumbojumbo: why would i freak out?

  > grian has left the world.

 mumbojumbo: grian?

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  that night, mumbo had flown over to the sunken ship-in-a-bottle, as grian had instructed.

although his clothes got quite damp from the trip down, which left him in a sour mood, the comforting, almost rustic atmosphere calmed him down greatly and nearly instantaneously.

 the plain, simple garden in front of the ship was also still well taken care of, even after nearly a year and a half of the season starting.

 wringing out his tie and hair, mumbo quickly shook the water off of himself, hugging himself to warm up as best he could.

 as he entered the actual shipwreck itself, a strong scent of wood filled the room. although it was cramped and rather small, was very cozy and welcoming.

entering the next room over, mumbo's eyes landed on a sign that was placed above an iron trapdoor- on the wooden floor in front of it was a stone button.

  mumbo

(or whoever might have come here instead):

push the button and go down the ladder

to check on the project

 placing his foot on the button, mumbo pressed down and quickly climbed down the ladder, which seemed to go on for quite a long while. the pathway down was dark and cold, unlit and chilling to the bone.

by the time he had reached the end, he could see void particles rising through the floor and felt the familiar, faint tug of the void.

  in front of him was an iron door.

  the iron door's windows were blocked with stone, and there seemed to be no button or lever to open it.

 the room he himself was in was hardly decorated and was made entirely of stone and gravel and dirt.

the only light source was a redstone torch placed in the corner of the room- how there were no mobs that had spawned, mumbo did not know.

 but as he stepped closer to the iron door, he began to hear a faint noise.

ignoring the unease he felt, mumbo pressed his ear against the door...

  and he heard breathing.

  whirred, raspy, and heavy breathing, pressed against the other side of the iron door.

the breathing came out in near gasps, the breathing seemed desperate and hysterical.

 mumbo quickly stepped back, uncertainty swallowing him whole and leaving him with nothing but dread and unrelenting unease.

 stumbling backwards, mumbo nearly tripped over a small device that lay clattered against the floor.

upon closer inspection, he saw the faint outline of a communicator, a dim red light overlaying the screen.

upon the darkened screen was a simple audio file, titled "MCHECK_01.mp3".

 with only a few seconds of hesitance, mumbo opened the file, and turned the volume up.

  "um... hello, hello? is this thing on?"

  grian's voice echoed throughout the empty room.

  "ah, good! so, erm... hello! this is grian, though i hope that's obvious. thanks for taking on the job, um- whoever it is that accepted."

  mumbo slowly sat himself on the cold ground, gaze unwavering as he stared at the iron door.

  "now, i know it's super dark and all down here, but... think of this as rule #1. DO NOT! i repeat do NOT! put any more light sources in here than there already is. he- i, i mean it doesn't like bright lights. at least not in this state."

"its just a simple NPC, so it shouldn't be too dangerous to maintain. if you go through the door, which, uh, you'll have to make your own button or lever- two of them actually, it should be slumped against the corner all broken-machiney like."

  mumbo paused the recording, slowly pulling out a button from his inventory.

 grian said it wouldn't be dangerous- plus, what were the chances that grian would make some sort of dangerous machine that would harm him? close to none, he'd say.

he firmly pressed the button aside the door until it was fully mounted on the wall, and held the palm of his hand over it, reluctant to press it.

  he pressed his ear against the iron door once more, hand slipping away from the button on the wall.

  the breathing was gone; the room was dead silent.

  letting out a breath he was unaware to have been holding, mumbo picked up the communicator on the ground and firmly pressed the button, stepping inside of the other room.

 the door shut with a clink, and once again he was met with a dark room with a single redstone torch in the corner.

the only difference he could see was that the room was made of spruce wood and logs, and was much more narrow than the previous opening.

  the floor creaked beneath him as he reached out to grab onto the redstone torch propped on the wall.

  so far, he did not see any machine- though it was more likely that said machine was just in the other corner, which had no light reflected onto it.

bringing the torch closer to the other side of the wooden room, mumbo stalked forward with caution, squinting his eyes to try and make out any outline of a machine.

  what he stumbled across was more complex than any redstone contraption he'd ever seen.

what he came upon was a disturbing sight that sent shivers up his spine.

  collapsed in the corner of the room was a replica of grian.

  the side of its face was sprawled open, revealing its internal metal skeleton, and oil and redstone were bubbling down the side of that skeleton's mouth, staining its iron teeth.

 its eyes were cast downward, dull and black, and the bottom half of its shirt was torn off, revealing an iron ribcage with missing bolts and cut wires, burn marks and scratches.

 its right leg up to its knee was missing entirely, red and blue uneven wires sprawling out across the floor. its hands were missing a few fingers.

  it was hard to look at an NPC replica of your close friend and call it an... well, "it".

especially in the condition it was in.

  shakily leaning down and placing the torch upon the floor, never looking away from the machine, mumbo pulled out the communicator and continued playing the audio file.

  "...so, you probably saw it, and freaked out a little bit, am i right? well. i guess it's pretty normal to do that- sorry for the scare. i guess we can just move along with the maintenance check ASAP, huh?"

  the head of the machine creaked ever so slightly, turning to look at mumbo the minute his eyes looked downward.

  "for now, you can just push any parts of its body that have... popped out, so to speak. sometimes it's its face, sometimes it's its arm... i think its locks are kind of broken. all you gotta do is push it back into place until it clicks. after that, just make sure it's powered down all the way- the power button is on the back of its neck. if it's green, press and hold until it turns red."

  the recording ended; the communicator shutting off by itself.

 looking up at the NPC, he froze up, eyes locking instantly with black and empty eyes.

hadn't it been facing towards the ground...?

  no, no, he must have just been imagining things, there's no way the broken down and tattered machine in front of him could have moved.

it was as still as a stone, unmoving and unwavering.

  swallowing a lump in his throat, mumbo reached his hand forward, pressing against one of the three sections of the NPC's face, and clicked it back into place.

reaching both hands out this time, he swiftly pushed the other pieces of its face back, retreating his hands the minute the pieces clicked into place.

 why was he so nervous? there was nothing to be nervous about.

it was just a broken machine, nothing more and nothing less.

 pushing its head forward, mumbo peered behind the NPC, a chill running down his spine as he saw a bright green button on the backside of its neck.

recalling grian's instructions, mumbo quickly pressed the button, holding it down for one second, two seconds, three seconds, and finally-

  "HELLO, MY NAME IS NPC GRI-AN- NPC GR- NP- N- N- N- N-N-N-N-N-"

  jumping back with a scream, mumbo fell onto the floor, scrambling away from the NPC fearfully, its voice screeching loudly and its body twitching sporadically.

his heart beating loudly in his chest, and he locked eyes with the reddened irises of the machine before him.

 after a few more seconds of jittering and glitchy screaming, the NPC seemed to shut down completely, its eyes flickering back into nothingness.

  mumbo heaved, stumbling up to his feet once more. after quickly and skittishly checking to see if the power button was red (which it was), he quickly ran to the iron door, slamming a button down and opening the iron door immediately.

elytra equipped and rockets in hand, mumbo flew upwards and out of the sunken ship as fast as he possibly could.

  even as he reached his base, he could feel his heart racing still.

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[mousehole5000]

tgcf chapters 107 - 120 this is one where i give some Opinions. i do overall like hualian a lot but i have some quibbles

wait why am i still taking screenshots? i can copy/paste again afskldfjasad

It really was hard to tell whether people would feel happy after watching such performances. However, in truth, slaughter and the sight of blood did create excitement in people. Whether or not there was fear, after the initial shock was over, a rush of adrenaline would be produced in the heart- me watching horror movies

“Shi Qingxuan said. “Then, Your Highness, Crimson Rain Sought Flower! I order you to—to immediately strip each other’s clothing!” - djslkadjlsd WHY DID HE SPECIFICALLY SAY THEY HAD TO STRIP EACH OTHER THISALSKDJ is this a normal thing is it a wingman attempt what is happening

“I’ll tell you what it is,” he said softly. “To watch with your own eyes your beloved be trampled and ridiculed, yet be unable to do anything. That’s the worst suffering in the world.” ... “Ming Yi asked, “What’s the biggest regret of your life?”- when truth or dare gets a bit too real

On the side, Hua Cheng was still only observing, and was already bored to the point where he’d changed back into his red robes. Then he changed to black robes again. Then to white robes. Almost every time Xie Lian looked back, he would be donning a different appearance, and with every new look there were different hairstyles, and different accessories, and different boots, and so on; sometimes playful, sometimes elegant, sometimes deadly, sometimes glamourous. Xie Lian was growing dizzy from all the colours and kept looking back, unable to look away. - THIS ISNT THE TIME HUA CHENG. YOURE PRIMPING. THE WINDMASTER HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED AND YOURE PRIMPING

obsessed with xie lian not being able to figure out to use the windmaster’s fan and just. using it to SMACK

also windmaster??? whats going on??? :( i know some things from spoilers like who is not to be trusted but i really have no clue whats happening rn

anyways back to puqi shrine lets check on those kids also can we PLEASE get some funds for this restoration smh. hua cheng and xie lian doing mundane hard labor together to fulfill prayers.... :pleading:

jailbreak in the heavens 2: dig a tunnel

Sure enough, the moment Ming Yi put pressure on his shovel, a hole opened up before them. With the shovel raised, he burrowed crazily ahead while Shi Qingxuan, in the middle, cheered him on crazily. As the only non-crazy person, Xie Lian brought up the rear. That treasured shovel of the Earth Master was indeed magical, and with only a few strokes, a new tunnel of over ten meters was dug. - anybody remember mulch diggums from the artemis fowl series? this is much more dignified than that but i think this is only the second time ive read a character just starting digging a tunnel as a plot point

okay so much is going on i wish i hadnt spoiled who certain characters actually are for myself but i have no one to blame but me for a) not blacklisting spoilers at all and b) just having a little freefall through the tags. oh well. anyway heavenly college admissions scandal except way worse. the corruption extends to the heavens and the windmaster is having a very bad day

i guess we’re having a high seas adventure now?

im gonna keep it real im getting tired of how often we get told how handsome hua cheng is. i know its all xie lian’s pov and while im not terribly familiar with it i know what genre we’re working with and im assuming thats pretty typical. its something i dont much care for in general and idk maybe it sounds better in the original but ngl its starting to make me roll my eyes. love you goth king but god okay we get it.

i guess what i will say about hualian so far is that overall i like them and i like how they interact in general they have a lot of nice moments and they just genuinely seem to like each other which is really nice to see EXCEPT for when it actually comes to things that could be romantic or sexual which is a shame bc i dont think it has to be like this. again disclaimer that im only reading a translation and dont know everything might not have all the knowledge necessary to accurately criticize etc etc and im assuming a lot of this is expected from the genre (disclaimer to this disclaimer that i cant say that for sure its just based on things ive picked up about the bl genre over the years) but idk like xie lian was so distressed after their underwater kiss scene. it was kind of uncomfortable to read and maybe im being unfair i know his cultivation is based around abstinence or whatever but idk i dont care for it. and that scene alone doesnt have to be a bad thing like idk i guess its his first kiss ever (?) and it would make sense if he feels weird about it but i just have my doubts thats going to be addressed or resolved in a satisfying way. also im like. dude everyone is like centuries old. xie lian’s been on earth for 800 years. has he really never met or heard of a gay person during all this time? maybe he hasnt idk what he got up to yet maybe that’s actually a thing. also same thing with the reactions from the immortals to xie lian in a dress and characters like the windmaster like again you’re all centuries old and its not uncommon to be able to just completely change gender presentation. why are you all weird about a man wearing a woman’s dress? i just feel like that shouldnt be a big deal to these characters idk

also again not going to lie part of this that im not really a big fan of reading romance in general. yes i am reading this book. yes i do read and write a lot of fanfic that includes or centers romance. im multifaceted. but really what im talking about is the like physical side of it and descriptions im extremely picky about it. ill give an example. early on in the torture pit (or whatever it was called i cant remember lol) when xie lian kind of accidentally felt up hua cheng in the dark when he was being carried. i dont think thats a bad thing to have happen between the two romantic leads i think thats fine and good to include that early but i just did not enjoy reading it when it happened idk maybe it was the wording and i do think that moments like these work better in a visual medium. ive definitely read het romance that reads like this and i wasnt a fan of that either lol same with fanfic i get tired when writers go on and on about how hot one characters finds another character. this isnt a huge criticism of it like i said im picky but again like with the way that hua cheng is described it just makes me roll my eyes sorry kings

okay back to the reading. this whole saving the fishermen thing feels like a big set up for something narrative-wise. hua cheng specifically insisted on coming and i know one of the characters involved ends up dying im wondering if thats now it would be a good time tbh if things get just a bit too unfortunate during this heavenly calamity... and the brothers are notably not having a harmonious time... also tho it feels very likely we’ll just have another Hualian Moment (tm)

In such a situation, Pei Ming still acted the same. In the evening, when they rescued a few fishermen girls, so scared their eyes were blurry from tears, he held them in his embrace and soothed them with a gentle voice; a true show of honeyed romance, affectionate and charming. - pei ming please get pickled again.

also its funny that hua cheng is just kinda hanging out and everyone else just has to deal with it

Looking down from above, the entire area was painted in a terrifying black. It was easy to see the collision between the two different-coloured currents. Their fierce battle was what formed this enormous whirlpool. As the eye swallowed the ship whole, the two currents of water separated. However, the battle was far from over. Like two venomous vipers, they continued to snap at each other. Each collision was followed by a mountain of angry waves. - this pretty dope ngl. also love our wind and earth masters just chilling on a shovel i dig it. hehe

Yet, other than discovering Hua Cheng had a fine body, there were no other finds. Xie Lian was at his wit’s end and started to worry. - okay see this one’s funny im just also irritated bc im like WE KNOW!!! WE GET IT HE’S HOT AND XIE LIAN THINKS HE’S HOT OKAY GOT IT

okay kiss #2 again its not the kisses themselves its xie lian’s reaction it just bothers me idk im not saying i need him to be super into it and completely unconflicted about it rn but he’s just so freaked out about it and idk i just dont really like it just feels weird i dont care for that aspect of it. also dude hua cheng is a ghost and he did this exact same thing for you before just chill. i wish instead of xie lian literally running away while screaming that hes sorry he was just like “oh haha youre fine thats cool im gonna go look around the woods i dont feel weird about this at all haha” like idk its kind of funny but when its literally our two romantic leads i just feel like its confusing like it kind of makes me feel like they shouldnt be together if one of them freaks out this much again considering the fact that they are both CENTURIES old. i know i know xie lian is an 800 year old virgin but. he hasn’t been like this about anything else so yeah idk like it still could have been awkward and funny i just dont think it needed to be so :/ that being said it was funny that xie lian was then internally like “oh i did it wrong? perhaps i should ask him for more.. instructions....” if that actually happens i might like it bc it would complete this little watery theme

Before he finished, he immediately remembered. Coffin wood. There were trees here everywhere; and a deceased? There was one right before his eyes. Sure enough, Hua Cheng smiled. “Won’t it be fine once I lie inside? - love that hua cheng just sat on the fact that he can turn anything into a coffin. that would have been really useful information earlier but no he just waited until everyone but xie lian was gone afjaklsdjf

also i do think that oblivious xie lian thinking “wow whoever it is that hua cheng fancies is an idiot for not liking him back theyre totally taking him for granted :/” is kind of funny and sweet. actually the whole conversation they have at the campfire is good and im bookmarking it to think about later

“...You on top and me on the bottom,” Xie Lian replied. “Isn’t top and bottom the same?” Hua Cheng asked. - okay im sorry but. mood whenever theres discourse about top/bottom dynamics for a ship im just like jesus christ i dont care. tbh i rarely read fanfiction if its just sexual and ngl if i see a fic specifically tag characters as top or bottom i wont read it lmfao. especially when people have really strong opinions about this stuff when theres nothing canonical to back it up like headcanon all you want but whenever i see people argue about it im just like no offense but go work out your own sexual issues and dynamics instead of arguing with strangers on the internet about who’s a top and who’s a bottom. sorry to be mean but just thats how i feel lol

this was mostly a ramble with a few excerpts but im getting sleepy im going to TRY to take a break from this for like a day but we’ll see how that goes i do very much want to know what happens. anyway if you read this whole thing hiiiiii sorry for subjecting you to my opinions on top/bottom discourse

#minors dni #reading this is weird its like wow this is pretty great actually im having a blast #and then there's these moments that are like...... hmmmm. #idk they havent been awful i just think theyre :/ #still funny tho ill give it that #tgcf liveblog

[neoculturetechxgot7]

♤ // Six of Spades // ♤

part 1

Summary - Mark Lee offers you to join his semi-legal club, where he and his friends count cards and win money playing blackjack every Saturday night.

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader

Au: College!Au, Gambling!Au

Word Count: 2,5k

Warnings: Gambling references, mild language

All the dull golden rays coming from the streetlights lining the pavement do little to provide illumination, as you hastily walk across a deserted neighbourhood, hand clutching onto the soft material of your coat. It's silent, too silent to be comfortable but you keek going, feet slightly shaking, both from the cold breeze pickling its way through your clothing and the eerie atmosphere around you, as if every soul has vanished.

A sudden roaring has you jumping in terror, as a car speeds past you, leaving a trail of thick black fume on and your heart banging erratically inside your chest. "Focus" you mutter to yourself in an attempt to calm your nerves and reminisce his words.

"Left turn on the central road, then right after the cathedral and left again. Look for the neon sign." Mark's raspy voice echoes in your head like a ghost and your gaze lands on a small gated church ahead of you, newfound hope blooming inside your chest. You're in the right route.

Picking up your pace with a faint grin, following the orders that black haired boy had given you, your feet stroll on the grey concrete quicker, anticipation growing inside of you. His image unconsciously flows in your mind, with his glassy eyes that possess the sweetest shade of chestnut and his sharp edges and high cheekbones and that damn smile that's so boldly carved in your brain, as if his pearly teeth can brighten away every shadow.

Another turn and you find yourself in a narrow alley, the complete lack of lighting pulling you out of your thoughts to look up the hugh buildings caging you inbetween paint-chipped walls, a smell of gasoline and trash in the air. Beaming neon letters catch your attention, brushing purple strokes of light on the ground. "Three Of Diamonds" the sign reads, decorating the wall above a rusty door, old enough for you to wonder whether it will collapse upon knocking on it. After convincing yourself that this is indeed the right place and taking a few hesitant steps through the shadows, your knuckles bang on the cool metal twice. You can her shuffling from the other side and then the screeching sound of hinges, before a familiar face appears before you, strands hair messily pocking out of a green beanie and a large hoodie hugging his figure.

His eyes light up at the sight of you shyly greeting him with and airy wave of your hand, the corner of his mouth forming a smirk. "I was starting to think you wouldn't show up after all." He says before gesturing you inside, voice smooth as silk.

"Well, I was seriously debating whether to come or not." You reply with a raised eyebrow and step inside the small residence. Or better say, warehouse. The floor is dusty, weird stains evident of its rough surface and a discreet smell of mold makes you noticeably cringe. You begin scanning your surroundings to notice a red leather couch on the side of the room and a tv hanged on the wall across you.

"I'm glad you came." Mark captures your attention, geaturing towards the large table in the center of the room, covered in thick green felt and single deck of cards laying on top. "Have a seat."

You mentally count the chairs around it, adding up to a total of 6. "Who else are we waiting for?" You ask watching him grab one and turn one around and sit with his elbows propped on its back, fingers already shuffling the cards in an instinctive way.

"Renjun, Jeno, Heachan and Jeamin." Every name rings in your ears like a bell to trigger hour memory. You recognize them, but have yet to officially meet anyone . Jeno and Renjun are in the same major as you and you share a couple of classes with Heachan and Jeamin, but other than that -and some quick glances in the hallways- you have no other interaction with them.

Your coat slides off your shoulders and you settle down next to him. His presence stirs up something inside you, emotions mixing up in an mysterious combination.

"You're smart, I guess you've already figured out why I called you here, right?" Mark asked, his dark chocolate eyes not leaving yours.

You really wished you had. "It's something that involves gambling." You said pointing at the deck in his hands and he nodded. "And I think it's kinda illegal..." You continued, earning a chuckle from him, his head shaking in agreement. "Other than that, I really dont know."

Mark leaned back in his seat. "So, you got a good idea of the whole concept." That smirk lingered on his lips again. "But you're missing some basic details. Allow me to explain. Remember what I told you yesterday in the library?" You hummed in agreement and brought your weird encounter back.

Mark Lee was the hot senior that got involved in almost everything, his name well known among students and professors around campus. You had met through common friends in a party last year and he was polite enough to greet you every time he passed by you at the hallway, but you didn't talk that much to consider him anything more than an acquaintance. So it was out of nowhere when he sat across from you, while you were sank in your physics text book, and sparked a conversation. "Hey, I've heard you're really great at linear algebra" You were startled and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his awkward compliment. "Uh...thanks." Mark leaned loser, his fingers tangled together on the wooden table. "Do you, by any chance, happen to know how to play blackjack?" You were taken aback by that. What? Why was he even asking such a thing? You set the book down and tilted you head to the side. "Yeah...But I've never been to a casino before." Your voice came out low and hesitant.

"Great. Now one last question. Would you like to earn fast cash?" That caught you off guard. You didn't respond and kept staring at him, trying to pinpoint signs that would prove he was just messing with you. Maybe this was a prank, he was a senior after all. But he didn't even flutter an eyelash as he waited for your answer, eyes trying to read your expression, and you had to admit, his question had picked at your interest. You ducked forward, your eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?" Mark scanned the room, moving form rows and rows of books to students that were walking by. "I can't really tell you here. But we can meet up somewhere close by." His voice was only a hoarse whisper as he started giving you directions to the location. "Tomorrow, 11. And don't tell anyone." He swiftly got up with a grin plastered on his face and made his way out, leaving you with a confused grimace, trying to make sense of the last 2 minutes with him.

And now you were sitting across Mark, as he proceeded to explain the reason he had invited you over. "So basically we play this game, blackjack" his fingers were quick to start dealing the cards he was holding around the table. "And we place bets. I guess it is gambling yes, but we're not really gamblers." He spared you a single knowing glance before placing another card on your pile. "A gambler plays based solely on their luck. They take risks, bet on chance. We, on the other hand, bet on an insured win."

You crossed your arms over you chest, biting your lip while trying to understand where he was going with that. Once done dealing the cards, he sat down, facing you. "See, we've found this way, this method, to predict our chances of winning."

"How?" you cut him off. He smirked at the curiosity written across your face. "It's simple, we count cards and play accordingly. We bet, we win and we gain money. And practically, 'counting' isn't illegal, only the gambling club we play in is." You laughed at his remark.

A few long moments of silence followed, where Mark fidgeted with the sleeve of his hoodie, waiting for you to respond. "So, you go to your nice little gambling club or whatever, you do this 'counting' thing and win money. Sounds nice. But why am I here?"

"So" He paused to wipe his palm on his tighs, with a sigh before he continued, shrugging. "This club we play in is only for college students and we usually win a fair amount of cash but we wanted something more. Try to catch the big fish."

You nodded at his words, seeing where that would end.

"So we have decided to try our 'luck' in an actual..." Your voice cut him off mid-sentence "Casino." Mark grinned, he liked that you were following him that well. "But we need one more person. Someone that has the skills." "And that's where I come in." "Yeah." You got up and began pacing around, his eyes following you.

Once more, silence fell over the room as you took your time, processing every bit of information Mark had given you the last 5 minutes. For a few seconds you wondered if this whole offer was legit, or Mark was simply pranking you, just as you had thought in the library. He and four other guys were going to this gambling club where they counted cards and made themselves richer and richer every time, but apparently that wasn't enough for them and they needed you, a complete stranger that was good in algebra, to help them do the same in an actual casino. As in, cheat in an actual casino....as in practically rob an actual casino. Yeah, ain't happening.

"No way." You spat out standing in front of him. Mark tensed up, his face morphing into a frown. "What? Why?"

"I don't know...maybe because I don't want to go to jail for illegal gambling?" Sarcasm dripped from your tongue as you pronounced every word, shoulders shrugging. He jolted up from his chair, lightly grasping your arm, sending shivers down your spine. A reassuring look settled on his face as he leaned closer. "That's not happening. I already told you counting isn't illegal, no one can arrest you for counting cards. And it's only for one night..."

A loud banging on the door interrupted your conversation, causing you both to turn to that direction. Mark sighed and reached for the door, to let four boys, whose faces you instantly recognized, inside. One of them, Jeno, had black hair and a tall, muscular frame just as his blonde friend Jaemin, the one that run to pull Mark into a tight embrace upon entering. The other two, Heachan and Renjun walked in afterwards, patting their friend on the back, before coming to stand around the table, eyes focusing on you. Mark pushed the door closed and came to stand by you, hand lingering on the small of your back as he gestured you to the others.

"So guys, y/n, decided to join us for today's session." Mark announced and Jeno stepped forward extending his arm to shake your hand. "Hey, I'm Jeno." His smile made his eyes crinkle. "We're together in linear algebra."

"Yeah, but I didn't know you had noticed me before." You replied, arching your eyebrow.

"Actually, Jeno was the one that took an interest in your skills." Mark commented and you watched the other chuckle and run a hand through his locks. "Yeah, I was really impressed with your answers in lectures. I think you'd be really good at counting." He winked at the last sentence.

You mumbled a brief 'thank you' as Jeno took a seat around the table, beside yours. Next to him was Jaemin who instantly waved when your eyes landed on him. He introduced himself to you and you did the same, then moved on to the next one, Renjun, who leaned over the table to shake your hand. His voice was soft but a steady tone tangled throughout his words. Lastly, came Heachan, who had picked up the pile of cards in front of him, already fanning them out in his fingers. He didn't even bother to raise his glance at you when you asked for his name -even though you were well aware of it and the popular, rebellious status that came with it-. "Haechan." His tone was cold, almost spiteful, as he kept chewing his gum and eyeing the numbers on his cards, uninterested in you.

Mark didn't seem to notice his friend's behaviour as he continued. "So I was just telling her about our plan"

"And I think I'm gonna have to pass on your generous offer. What you got going on seems fun, I guess, but I'd prefer not to risk it." You cut him off once more, hand reaching for you coat on the chair, before Mark swiftly placed his own over it. "Wait." He just can't take 'no' for an answer, can he?

"Mark, I think I've made up my mind." You said breathlessly, your eyes rolling before you pressed your lips together in slight annoyance.

He didn't back down. "I think you haven't. Because you knew something was going on here yet you came. That must mean something." His voice was low but soft, words hitting a spot inside you. "Maybe it was just my curiosity." You replied, shrugging.

Mark's eyes glimmered under the dim yellow light inside the warehouse. "Aren't you curious about how we do this then? Wouldn't you want to play one round to find out?" A sigh left your lips as you rolled your eyes. "Mark..."

"Y/n please, just one round." Mark insisted, his fingers squeezing yours. You looked over at the table, where the others were fanning out their cards and Jeno selecting the top card from the deck. As much as you wanted to walk out that door and forget about Mark Lee's stupid offer, you couldn't hide the desire burning in your chest. There was something luring you to that green-felt covered table, the pile of cards in front of your seat calling for you and the looks of the men around you, as if pleading you to stay. Even Haechan's attention was withdrawn from his cards and focused on you. And you needed money too, it wasn't like you were gonna land a good paying job the minute you graduate college either way. But above all, you needed, a little of what seemed like an adventure. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

You took a deep breath, blinking a couple of times. With a groan you pulled your chair back and sat down, gathering the cards in your palm, as you watched Mark Lee's smile making an appearance on his face again and Jeno, the dealer for tonight, sliding a single card to the center of the table. The ace of spades to start the game.

#mark lee #nct dream #haechan #jaemin #lee jeno #renjun #lee donghyuck #nct #nct u #huang renjun #jeno #nct imagines #nct blurbs #nct lucas #lucas #wong yukhei #johnny seo #johnny #johnny suh #jaehyun #jungwoo #jung yoonoh #taeyong #lee taeyong #kim doyoung #doyoung #dong sicheng #nct ten #nct 127

[jiilys]

This is me, asking you about a bend it like Beckham au 💖✌🏻

half of this isnt even from the film but u know what???? i dont think Gurinder Chadha would mind 

Look, Sirius isn’t ashamed to admit the whole thing was a bit gay. Jogging in the park and going up to a guy to talk about his soccer skills would basically be the start to any good gay porno. He’s talking about this as they walk in.

“Stop talking about gay porno.” A redhead says from behind the bar.

“’Porno’ sounds so much dirtier when you say it.” Sirius smarts, turning around to mouth ‘this is her’ at James. She isn’t looking at them, instead wiping down taps.

“You’ve just got the hots for my accent.” The girl says, sounding almost impossibly Irish.

“Lil, this is the guy.” Sirius jabs a thumb at James, who currently feels remarkably out of place. Everyone in the photos on the walls is white. The girl- Lily- looks up at them, and then before he can believe it, jumps over the bar and walks up them.

“Lily Evans. Coach.” She sticks out a hand. “So you’re the one Black found in a park, huh?”

“James Bhamra. And, ah, yeah I guess.”

“Lily used to be on the girls team but then fucked her knee and our old coach moved to Argentina and there was no one else.” Sirius has picked up a menu and is looking it over.

“I was selected to coach you fuckin’ ungrateful dicks.” Lily shoves Sirius half-heartedly into the table, “And it’s one of my biggest regrets.”

Sirius grins at James. “She loves us really. Me especially.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Lily gives him the most withering look James has ever seen. “Not even if you paid me.” She turns back to James. “So,” she says, hands on hips, “You wanna play?”

“What, now?” he told his mum he was just going out to buy some pickles for her achar about two hours ago.

“Christ, you’re keen. I meant Saturday. At trials.” It properly occurs to James for the first time that this is a real team with a home stadium and a coach and trials and probably uniforms. This is kind of a big deal.

“Yeah. Sure.” He sounds more confident than he feels. This, in essence, has always been his problem.

//

He makes the team just like Sirius said he would. They train three times a week and then on Wednesday’s they run for hours, all over Hounslow. At the end of it James always feels like he may just physically die, and then he never does.

Lily tells him he’s being dramatic. “Pick it up, Bhamra” she pants, hair everywhere, a good three paces ahead of him. Sirius is at the front, tearing past all of them, chanting HOUNSLOW” and having everyone yell back “HOGS”, even though their actual team name is the Hounslow Hares.

“BLACK!” Lily is yelling, “THIS IS A RESIDENTIAL AREA, KEEP IT DOWN.”

Sirius turns around, now running backwards, “BUZZKILL” he shouts, hair falling out of his headband. Lily cocks her head, grins. James shuts his eyes, breathes through his mouth, thinks of guzzling a Powerade the size of his arm, and sprints forward.

“HOUNSLOW” he screams, possibly the loudest he has ever been, and behind him he can hear Sirius laughing, the team roaring “HOGS”, and someone slamming a window shut.

//

“Not bein’ dramatic or nothin’, but mum’s gunna kill you.” Pinky’s standing in his doorway holding his footy uniform that is normally hidden in the bush near the letterbox. Fuck. James sits up on his bed like a shot.

“You’re not allowed to tell. Sibling Loyalty.”

She sighs, throwing his boots on the bed. “You’re so boring. Even for you this is a crap secret.”

“Well you’re already the designated slag-“ She hits him before he can continue.

“I’m getting married, I’ve been with literally one guy.”

James grimaces. “Cheers for sharing that.”

Pinky ignores this. “Mum’s gunna skin you alive.”

“She’ll never know.” James says, sounding unconvinced. Pinky snorts.

“One of the aunties will see you and then you’re in the shit.”

James, who had had this exact nightmare many times, glares at her. “You’re not-“ he sighs, “You’re not gunna say anything are you?”

Pinky looks at him like he’s being an idiot. “’Course not. Just wish you were more interesting.”

“I’m interesting.”

“Na,” she answers, already leaving, “You’re piss boring. Always football.”

“Thanks Mum!” James shouts through the already closed door, shoving his boots under his bed.

“Huh?” his mum calls up from downstairs. And because this is Hounslow and their house is shit, James can hear Pinky snort.

“Nothing mum!” he calls.

//

“How’d you get the scar?” Someone asks him, and James jolts. It’s Lily, leaning on the stadium barrier, eyebrows up. In one movement she’s jumped the barrier and is climbing over stadium seats to sit next to him.

“Beans on toast.” He says. She gives him a look. He explains. “When I was eight and my mum was working overtime at Heathrow I was trying to make beans on toast and when I jumped to the grill my pants caught fire. My sister put me in the bath and ripped my pants off, and also a decent amount of skin.”

“Jesus,” Lily grimaced, “Sorry.”

“Yeah. I had a fiver in that pants pocket.”  

Lily grinned. “Come on. ‘Lest you can still play.” James looks at her for a second, confused, and then she pulls her pant leg up, revealing a grisly scar covering her knee. He remembers what Sirius said at the bar.

“Shite.”

“Yeah,” she looks at it, “Two surgeries and three years and it’s still fuckin’ useless. My sister’s a bitch.” This throws him. If he said that about his sister his mum would personally fry him and put him in Saturday lunch. “Come on,” she stands up, “let’s play.”

//

Sirius is sitting on his bed eating a packet of crisps. “Med-school” he echo’s, looking mildly horrified, “Like bein’ a doctor med-school?

“What kind of other med school is there?” James is lying on the floor, throwing a ball in the air.

“I dunno. Shite.” Sirius put another crisp in his mouth, “Lots of responsibility, that. If my mum wanted me to go to med school I think I’d die.”

“If I die before going to med school my family is gunna be right pissed.” James joked, and Sirius laughs.

//

Lily, all casual, says that an American Scout coming to see them play when they go to Germany. She tells him this when they’re playing darts at the bar, and it’s his throw. He misses.

“What?”

“Yeah. Thought you’d be pleased.” She takes a swig of beer.

‘Pleased’ is an understatement. This is the best news he’s literally ever heard. Then, he realises what she’s done. “Did you time telling me that so I’d miss my shot?” he asks. Lily drinks more beer, saying nothing, conspicuously looking out the window. “Unbelievable.” James says.

//

His family finds out about the footy team. His Dad sees him running in the park with the team, full uniform, chanting, trying to half wrestle Sirius to the ground. When James sees him, standing by a bench, arms folded, he feels all the blood rush out of his body. The car ride home is silent.

At home, his mum goes ballistic, pointing at the photo of his Babaji and asking how he could do this to him, to them. It’s shite and James tries to argue but it doesn’t matter because he’s lied to them for almost three months. His Dad says nothing, stone silent, staring at him.

It’s not that he doesn’t know they’re wrong. Because they are, because it’s football, and he’s eighteen and knows what he wants. It’s just. Disappointing them makes him sick. He loves his family and how they’re proud of everything they are and how his culture ties him to a place that feels impossibly far away. He loves being Indian. He doesn’t want to let anyone down.

//

Lily turns up at his house, white shirt, black pants, hair everywhere. She looks nice. He doesn’t say so. Instead she sits in his living room, looking utterly out of place.

“James has real potential, I think he could really go places. I would hate for him not to have the opportunity.”

It doesn’t work, and he walks her out. “We’re playing Chaswick on Saturday. Come.” She says.

“I haven’t been to practise in two weeks.”

She looks at him. “Come.” She says again.

//

He goes. They win.

//

On Sirius’ birthday they go to bar with a juke box, so Sirius can play ‘Sk8er Boi’ and pretend it’s a joke. James and the other guys from the team throw nuts in their mouths until Lily appears and bests them all, and then no one wants to talk about it.

James has a beer. James has several beers. This is why he turns to Lily when they’re waiting to be served, and says, “Why are you so mean about your sister.”

She looks at him sharply, “What?”

“That time- months ago- in the stands. You told me about your knee and then said your sister was a bitch. You shouldn’t-“ he hasn’t had nearly enough to drink to justify saying this- “you shouldn’t say that stuff about family.”

Lily just looks at him. Then- “When I was seventeen me and my sister were on the same team, and I hurt my knee in match, but she wouldn’t let me stop playing. She was the captain, and because Petunia likes to win because she’s like that, she told me not to be soft and wouldn’t let me call time. I collapsed ten minutes later and we lost and she was so, so angry at me. She didn’t talk to me for months.”

James is just starring, having never felt more sober in his life. He’s such a fucking twat. Lily tilts her head at him. “I don’t need to love my sister like you love yours, James. I don’t need you to feel sorry for me.” There is silence for a minute.

“I’m an arse” James says, because he is. Always has been.

“Nah.” Lily says, and points to Sirius, who was pumping his fist in the air in time to ‘If You’re Not The One’ by Daniel Bedingfield, while chugging a beer, “He is.”

//

Sirius is rubbing his hair with a towel, talking to James. “You’ve got to tell them at some point.”

James is lying on the ground, sweaty and gross. “Stop harassing me.”

“Seriously man. It’s been months, if you tell them what you want then at least you’ve said it.”

“That’s the whitest thing you’ve ever said. If I tell my mum I want to play football and not go to med school she’ll shit her own brain.”

“Your analogises get more and more colourful” Sirius comments. James gives him the finger.

“That’s my towel, you tit.”

Sirius whips it off and hits him in the stomach. James groans.

//

They’re in Germany, currently in a club, and James is tipsy. The thing is, Sirius is probably right. His parents would probably, if he played it right, get over the football thing, because they love him. Right now, in the dark, with the game two days away, anything seems possible. Pinky could get married underwater. Sirius could finally shut up about Arsenal. He could play football forever and disappoint no one by doing it.

“Hey” he’s ended up outside, kind of stumbling but not really, and there is Lily, leaning on the railing, eyes shut. When he steps towards her she blinks at him.

“Bhamra.” She smiles, “’better fucking win this match for me.”

“For you, huh?”  

She points at him, beer in hand. “Yeah. Impress me.”

“I’m trying.” He says, honestly. She cocks her head. He takes her beer. “Forget I said that.”

“Alright.” She says, looking like she won’t. He’s gotten closer to her without realising. “You do, by the way.”

She’s a lot shorter than he is, and pale as anything. White as they come. “I do what?”

“Impress me.”

James swallows. “Ah.” He says. “That’s… ah.” Her eyes are flickering all over his face, like if she looks at him hard enough she could see his brain. Lily takes back her beer.

“Win the match.” She commands, like a dare.

And because she’s looking at him like that, he feels like he can say anything.

“Only for you.” He replies.

#this aint proofread im sorry i have LOUISE GLUCK 2 READ #jily #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #carolineswritingtag #bend it like beckham au #Anonymous

[nymph-net]

ISSA STORYTIME

Ok I’m bored so ima tell y’all a wild ass story that happened to me first semester of my college experience; the story of when I got laced by a wild thot with some CRACK. Let’s get into the tea gorls

So I went to art school for communications design. I dont go there no more because it was hella racist, but a different story for a different day. The campus I went to was way up north, in Utica. Never heard of it? Didn’t think you would. Just imagine if the worst neighborhood in Detroit was an entire town with like no people and cows. I don’t know about y’all but at my school we had this thing called late night where we get snacks and shit in the cafeteria after dinner. I was one of 6 black boys in my entire school so it was always dry. So this particular late night I had got a pink wig and started fucking around and giving these crackers some life to entertain myself. My extra ass being who I was did stand-up for the entire night. Since it was early in the school year tho I aint really have no solid friends, so the people who I was gonna go smoke with finished their food and left me like some fucking snakes. When I was done I was deep in my feelings lol because bitch.....you gon spark up.....without me???

I was like “y’know what idgaf, I don’t need you niggas” because I’m likable, right? I could talk to anyone I wanted and make friends. That’s what my dumb ass thought even though I knew damn well these all were some back woods ass white people from Cousin Fucker Nowhere. So I’m standing in front of the dorms like “ok, if I was a white person who loved giving free weed to negroes, what would I look like?” and as though Satan himself heard me, this girl wearing dem Jerusalem B.Cs (you know what I’m talmbout) and a bright jacket that had to be from the thrift store because it smelled like pickled dick and horse radish extract walked past. I was like DING DING DING, gotcha Becky!! So I was like “omg hi sis, I always see you in class and I think your style is so cool blah blah” and all that fake shit. Naturally Linda felt gassed af and immediately offered to let me smoke with her. Yeah, yah boi got it like that.

But mama ain’t raise no fool and I seent Get Out so I don’t go nowhere with a white person without at least one other poc with me. So this couple I’m good friends with now was walking out of the dorms, we just gon call them Peanut & Jelly. They were quiet and both shy people so they didnt hang out much yet. They were also native and latino which was good enough for me so my loud ass was like “Aye, y’all smoke??” it’s 2017 so of course they smoke and I invite them to come smoke some of Margret's weed. Consider it reparations. Since they ain’t have no friends they were happy to come join us. Smh y’all if you see this I’m so sorry I got y’all into this lmao. Anyway Trisha was like “Super duper the more the merrier, let’s go :))” with her wild ass. But I remembered I still had some of my own weed left so we ran to my room and got it, but I ain’t have no bag to carry it in. So Ingrid said “Oh, I have a bag you can put it in” and pulled out this ashy ass ziploc bag. RED FLAG NUMBER ONE. But my clueless ass thought she just had some plaster or some shit in there before since we went to an art school. Smdh.

Shortly before we depart Peanut and I are getting everything together and making sure there’s no smell. While this is happening Jelly watches Rebecca spread some “dust” on her gums. RED FLAG NUMBER TWO. This nigga thought it was candy dust or something. No one in this equation is particularly bright. But anywhore, we started making moves to this parking lot/roof that we usually hung out at. I was hoping my friends fake asses would be there so I could ditch Jill’s ass. Peanut & Jelly I ain’t mind because they were cool once you got them to talk. I could tell they weren’t feelin Harriet tho lol and tbh neither was I but would your ass turn down a completely free spark up??? Didn’t think so. We get to the roof finally and I start checking my jacket to find I forgot my mini bong in my room. So Elizabeth is like “Oooh awesome we can smoke out of my pipe!” and I’m like lol you bougie ass bitch just call it a bowl. But my fake ass just said “Litty gorl, load that shit up!” thats exactly what I get. She starts loading her “pipe” up and I notice both my weed and hers lookin a lil ashy. AND THATS RED FLAG NUMBER THREE

It’s like 11 at night tho and we only had street lights so I didn’t wanna call Susan out and end up lookin a fool if it was nothing. So I just let her do her thing and pull out my lighter so we can make it do what it do ya feel? So we smokin and I’m having a pretty good time. I feel proud of myself and shit for scamming little Mary Ellen and getting a full spark up after my niggas rolled out on me. I’m like “haha bitch you did that and you high as fuck”. Me being the funny nigga I am in my head, I make myself laugh. Then I realize for someone who smokes pretty regularly and only had two hits, I was already shmizzed for some reason. I look over at Peanut & Jelly and both them niggas lookin like

“Already??? Huh, that’s weird”, young nigga Kam thought to himself. But once again it was free weed so I shut my Nancy Drew ass up and let it go. Debra passes the “pipe” to me and I hit it harder this time because I ain’t pay for it so ima get mines. Because I hit it so hard I kinda taste it and bitch, that shit tasted like Mary J. Bliges leather boots and plastic. So I’m like “yo Amanda, what’s good with your bowl the weed taste weird?” And it ain’t like weed has a particularly good taste but I know it damn sure don’t taste like that. Emily proceeds to say “I don’t think anything’s wrong with the weed, might be the other stuff tho” As soon as she said that shady shit Peanut and I’s heads snapped to look at her like “Bitch....what other stuff??”

Jelly at this point is checked the fuck out, like this nigga is walking through space or some shit. That might just be him tho cause that nigga always acts weird when he high smh. That ain’t the point tho. This raggedy Ann ass hoe starts giggling and laughing like someone said something fuckin funny. I’m sitting there confused and high as shit still got the fucking pink wig on, Peanut got her ass riled up and with good reason because we both know we just asked ole girl a question. So Peanut says one more gain “Did you put some shit in the fucking weed?”. By now I think Amber realizes the joke is nay and she’s close to getting stomped out. Here comes the climax of the story y’all. This bitch gon roll her eyes like we being extra and say “lol it’s fine, we just smoked out of my crack pipe and I haven’t cleaned it yet” When I tell you the entire world went silent, I heard SZA wheezing into her microphone miles away. My ass, Peanut ass, and even Jelly incapacitated ass was all like

“...wut?”

Jelly just started laughing like he just heard the funniest thing ever in his whole life. Peanut was staring at Tina like she was preparing her alibi for the police when they find that lil girl’s body. And me, you ask? I was just thinkin bout my girl Whitney. Like sis, is this how it started for you? I was looking at Rachel all hurt. Et tu Becky? All a nigga wanted was some weed and now my ass sitting on a roof high off crack. Suddenly time returns to normal and the only thing my faded ass can muster is a “Pardon me???” Helen continues to chuckle like she Tiffany Haddish up in this bitch and tells us that she smokes crack and weed out of that bowl sometimes, and that we had placed the collective weed in her coke bag. Jelly stupid ass still in the corner laughing to keep from crying because I knew that baby voiced nigga was scared. I’m so astounded at this point that I can’t even drag this wild ass bitch. Peanut however, is not me. Lort I never seen anyone but my momma yolk somebody up so fast! She smooth slid across that asphalt like

Grabbed Ellie, and said “BITCH HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?? ARE YOU SERIOUS??” and started shaking that bitch like she was tryna give her shaken baby syndrome. Jelly managed to get himself together enough to try and keep his girl from going to jail. What was I doing? Well I knew I had a choice, I could help Peanut throw Taylor off the roof, or I could help Jelly keep our good sis from catchin a charge. So I chose the smartest option. MY ASS STARTED TO HIT FOOT.

That shit wasn’t none of my business no more!! Bitch the link up is over! The deck is DONE. I could already hear my momma belt whoopin my crack head ass in my mind, no thank you ma’am! My black ass was done for the night. As I’m running back towards campus I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around to find Jelly running behind me, dragging Peanut along by the hand. Chloe however, is nowhere to be found. I ain’t stop running tho. Was it fear, was it anger, was it the adrenaline pushing me to run? Nah I was on crack so it was prolly that lol. We run until we’re two blocks away from campus and I’m finally too tired to run, which surprised me because I always assumed crackheads were just like the enegizer bunny. So we’re catching our breath and I’m tryna keep from falling over because I feel hella whoozy, but I manage to ask “What happened to Bobby?” Peanut proceeds to tell me she took one good fist, and dropped Katy like a bad habit. I was proud of sis too because she’s twig thin and I thought she was meek af. We start walking back to the dorms and all 3 of us are just silent. Ain’t nobody got shit to say bitch we on crack. Peanut and I lived 2 doors down from each other so they go in her room and I go in mine after we say our good nights. I go in my room and my roommate is there with his boyfriend. Immediately my roommate is like “lol you’re high af” and my overly trusting ass gon tell him “This girl laced the weed with crack”. This cracker ass bitch gon look at me and say “oh really.....are you ok?” like I just got into a small argument. Like nigga....I GOT LACED WITH CRACK DO I LOOK OK???

So I sit down and start watching videos on my laptop to try and distract myself from my anxiety because a nigga was SHOOKT to the core. My roommate and his boyfriend were just watching me like I was a good ass episode of something. I don’t blame ‘em tho, I looked wild af. I was twitching, teetering, and sweating like shit even though it was late September in upstate New York. Now this fake ass bitch gon take a snapchat video of my crackhead ass trippin and put it on his story for everyone to see. Needless to say after that day ain’t nobody fuck with Molly ever again. One good thing did come out of it tho, Peanut, Jelly, and I became real tight after that. And what became of Becky you ask? She made sure to steer clear of all 3 of us and my friends lol because they threatened to cut that hoe. Moral of the story children? Don’t trust white people.

#storytime #story #black tumblr #i dont even know what to tag this as #text post #? #entertainment #idk man #just dont juudge me #weed #tw drugs

[assels]

Demons & Angels » Part 2

A few minutes, well hours, later after I had talked to the agents they were still here waiting for my sister. Awkwardly, we sat staring at each other but never making eye contact. I, not being able to stand the tension, left the main room to the kitchen. I grabbed a few beers assuming that they might want some. I sat back down sitting the beers down on the mahogany table my sister had bought. I felt their eyes on me so I took my gaze from my beer bottle andplaced itonto them, I gave them a questioning look then took a drink of my beer. My phone buzzedon the table and u lunged for it hoping it would be my sister.        "Hello?" I said into the phone laying mylegs of the arm of my chair, sitting sideways now.        "Shes having the baby!" my sister said as I heard the sounds of a hospital.        "Alright, Mia calm down. I will be there in a minute---I just have to take care of somethings first." Clearly they could hear my sister screaming at me through the phone. My sister hung up the phone and so did I.I sat up and looked themin the eyes, "Well--I sort of have to go now but my sister will be there if you wanna come." I offered and smiled to them. "Yeah, lets go." The shorter, better looking, one said as his brother sighed "We would be--" "So? We have to interrogate her sister anyhow." I stood and walked to the door and grabbed my jacket already walking out the door as the two bickered about if they were imposing or not. ~~~~~A Few Hours Later~~~~~ The child of my best friend, Mina, had already been born by the time I had got there. I sighed as I ran in to see the newborn baby twins asleep already. "Damn it!" I whisper yelled trying to not wake Mina and her kids. I went back into the lobby to see the agents already asking my sister questions. She didnt seem so enthused just attracted to the tall one. I smiled slightly and rolled my eyes. But I then realized the short one wasn't with him. I looked around confused, then gave up after Icouldn'tfind him.I knew they weren't real agents, they had the names of band members, coincidence? I think not. I went outside to grab a fresh air, I hated hospitals they were stuffy and the thought of them always creeped me out. I pulled my jacket close to my body as I was met with the cool night air. I breathed out the fresh air and smiled. I loved the cold night air, thestars and the freedom of the outdoors. i never liked being locked up.... I felt someone tap my shoulder, my eyes flashed open as I was prepared to punch whoever touched me in the face. Reflexes suck sometimes. I turned to find that it was just the agent with the green eyes, I didn't fully trust his 'name' so-- "Whats your name?" I asked him as I turned to face him. "I told you" he said as if I should believe his name really is John Boham. "No- Its not John Boham." "It is!" he said in retort and a smile on his face. "Lies" He just sighed in response then spoke, "Here," he held out a coffee to me.  I smiled and thanked him as I took it. "Hope you like black because that's all I could manage." he said as he sipped his as well. "It's fine black is better than none." We then sat in silence, not an awkward 'why am I still here?' silence but a comfortable silence. It felt like hours but was only minutes till Mia came out from the hospital with tears staining her cheeks. She sobbed and ran past me. I gave a confused look as the other agent followed her out with a sad expression. "MIA!" I called out to her but she continued to run faster. I handed my coffee to 'Mr.Boham' and ran after her, my jacket flowing in the wind. "WAIT!" I called to her again as she continued to run. "PLEASE MIA!" I continued to call after her as we ran miles from the hospital. Running out of breathe I slowed and so did she but she was still far ahead of me. "PLEASE!" I called one last time still running with all my might. She turned a corner with no reply back to me. I pushed myself as hard as I could, I miss placed my foot and fell to the ground scrapping my hands and knees. She ran out of my line of sight. "Damn it!" I yelled as I stood up blood dripping down my legs and from my hands. I reached into my pocket to get my phone but it had fallen out. "Great" I said sarcastically as it then began to rain. "REALLY?!" I called out as I looked up at the sky and sighed. I wrapped my jacket around myself and began to walk home, with one question on my mind; 'What's wrong?' ~~~The Next Day~~~ I woke up the next day on my couch surrounded in journals, books and beers. Confusion spread across my face as I sat up, I then remembered. I was looking into any cases in the area and I happened to find a witch case. I sighed as I went to look for my cell as I then remembered I had lost it the night before. I again sighed and stood from my spot on the couch deciding to clean up. I cant let my sister know I'm a hunter or else she would want to join in the cause. After an hour of vigorous cleaning I heard my house phone ring, which is weird because I dont have a house phone. I timidly walked over to the phone and answered it with silence. All I heard was static on the other end. I set the phone back down and immediately went upstairs and covered my bathroom door and window with salt just to be sure, I also grabbed my pistol. For safety..... I also grabbed clothes so I could get dressed and take a shower. I turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up. I then stepped into the shower. Humming Warrant's Cherry Pie I washed my hair,when all of a sudden the water was freezing. "AH!" I yelped and jumped at the sudden coldness. "Jesus Christ!" I yelled as I shivered slightly, I still had shampoo in my hair therefore I had to endure the freezing cold water. I jumped out of the shower as fast as I could. I grabbed my towel and dried my self off after the 'quick' 30 minute shower which included all of the shit I had to do in that shower. I then put on a cute outfit (www.polyvore.com/demons_angels/se... ). I looked into the mirror and put my hair up into a messy bun then grabbed my pistol and tucked it into the waist band of my pants. I opened the door and walked down and out of the house to my car. I drove to the local 'hippie', as most people called it, store. I walked in and looked around to see, crystals, tarrot cards, witch stones, shaman balls, dream catchers, fairy wands, and many more witch craft things along with hippie clothes. I can't deny that I use to be a witch when I was a teenager, it'sin my families blood I couldn't help it. I left that behind though being a blood born witch was more complicated then being a hunter so thats what I became but enough about me back to the case at hand. I smiled as I causally looked around, looking at everyone there until the shop owner walked in. I walked over to the shop owner and smiled at him.        "Hi, names Amy," I held out my hand to him,"I was wondering if you had a hand of glory." I asked as my expression turned serious. He just stared down at me with shock in his eyes.        "Y-yes we do, w-why?" he stuttered over his words, shocked that a girl like my I guess would be asking that. I just laughed and smiled at him, "Im kidding I'm here for the fairy wand." I lied, the witches I was hunting had used a hand of glory. If you dont know what a hand of glory is its a hand, which is a given but the hand is a hand that was taken off a murderer that was in the gallows,, it was then pickled and dried. If you use a candle with this hand that was made fro the fat of a murderer it will make people unable to move and unlock any door. Pretty creepy but awesome to use to get whatever you want or to just escape but very hard to make. Why would this wiccan, good good witches, shop have one of those? He just smiled and handed me the wand and told me I could have it for free since it was his day off and he was feeling nice.Again I smiled then left. I looked across the way to see a man, not any normal man he gave off a vibe that didn't seem right. He looked over to me and that's when I realized he was the man that had been following my family and I for our entire lives. I glared at him, but he just smirked and vanished as a person fell to the ground lifeless.

(Link to Part 1:https://assels.tumblr.com/post/159277578313/demons-angels-part-1 

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