#he was in debt before he died and thats why they pushed him to do 50 shows instead of the planned 10

[wp100]

I've been lurking on the mj subreddit for quite some time now and the amount of people who think that "last phone call" he had is real... It's not real. It's fake.

I read some random person made it up to boost their music or some shit idk. But it's definitely not real. Doesn't sound like him if you listen closely. It wasn't in the trial or anything. Just conspiracy shit people fall for.

[cyber-specter]

A debt to my Vices -

This one I would start out after the deal. a women wakes up in a shallow grave. We see a flaming hand rise from the dirt, but as we keep the shot, the hand goes down and a women rises. smoke falling off with the dirt from her frenzied looking hair. lurching from her worm pit, forward like a zombie. She bewildered and loose but is hits earth from pain shooting up her foot. stepped on the glass of a needle. one of the ones used on her.

before she can finish saying fuck she vomits.

the story goes over he putting together the circumstances of her death. she was so insanely high when she died, its a blur. the feelings, though, are real. the pain from that night is looked in her head. pain hurts so bad when you cant remember where its form.

she tries to retrace her steps while going through her south of no where town. this story is alot of talking and a character study as the reader becomes aware of how the addict had ruined her life. the reader and her are thought out the story are pushed into the realization that the drugs didnt help but she sure made all those choices. she hurt alot people. people she cared about.

we meet a good number of characters. some are supportive, some are weirded out, some are very very demeaning and mean.

all while being haunted by a dark spectator with a white face. the sound of chains.

but still the story culminates on how much every one likes the blame this all on her, but what have they done to help her? berate her? talk down to her? they'll wont pay her bail so she gets 4 years in jail so she "learns that her actions have "consequences"! they'll stay quiet when she gets toss around by her boyfriend because "she shouldnt be with him in the first place"!

we barely see her use her powers. maybe some extra strength here. maybe she tanks getting hit by a car. but no fire until the end when she almost gas lit into thinking that she just overdosed but was killed because she was going to stop her boyfriend from flooding a bunch of a new drug across the town. that he and her momma, who cut herself in, were gonna make a bunch more addicts just like her. all so to basically test the results before letting it hit the market proper. by this point she's almost gone fully, her soul eaten up by the hellfire in her chest. everyone assumes that shes just high with something bad. that why they reveal the last info needed for her to remember.

they were trying to force her to push it on "her junkie friends" (we meet them earlier in the story, other recovering addicts). boyfriend tried to "loosen her up" by trying to force the drug on her. she always easier when shes stone dead high, plus she'll do anything for another hit once shes hooked. but her hit her with too large drug and she started tweaking. the last thing she remembers is begging to make them understand the pain in the vice and sadness in her vains. and her mom getting a shovel.

thats when we get female rage horror scene when she goes full rider in a big southern house and a barn and a field and burns every last drug. and every dealer with it. the end of her chains are needles by the way. she needed to get her head straight for her to remember what sparked her vengeance.

sure she was to blame for own sins, but so is everyone else. the hurt she was feeling wasnt a sin. but keeping her high while kicking her while she was down was. all so momma can guilt trip people into donating to her "help the drug problem" charity while making her the face of the towns junkie problems. all so "her mister right" can manipulate and demean and use her and have no one care cause all she is a junkie. the couple characters who were just mean to her who were secretly also in on the drug trafficking so their getting it too.

she penance stares boyfriend and he dies of a hellfire overdoes. momma is burnt to a crisp after trying one last time to talk her back into a manipulative state. but it ends with addict screaming everything she was too weak before. turning momma into a hollowed out chard mark on the wall held up by needles. crucified.

she solved the drug problem in town in one night.

she's hollowed out, numb, aching for something missing but longer living dead after robbie takes back the hell fire. calls her a good samaritan. She won but her soul was basically burned to nothing. she can feel out her insides are more...empty. but Robbie assures her. it'll never be the same. but it'll be better before fading away.

she keeps the charity alive after her mom died in "a gang affiliated attack on her boyfriends drug den". actually helping people and not just scamming people. she gets to the sickness of addiction, not the cause.

eventually one night, some time later, after a good meeting. shes so happy, she doesnt bumps into someone with scolding hot coffee. everyone thinks she crying from the pain, but she smiling through it.

its hurts. dear god thank you she can feel that it hurts.

johnny Blaze becomes the king of hell after he kills mephisto with May Parker.

by the time of 2099 the spirit of vengeance is for anyone willing to take a deal with the devil. he sends his dark angel out (Robbie Reyes but dont worry he lives out a happy life but dies heroically in his 40s) who goes out to people who die with a big enough hankering for vengeance.

before letting the reaper take'em, Robbie offers them a chance to exchange the souls of the wicked who murdered them for theirs. allowing them to temp become a spirit of vengeance. The amount of wicked souls owed is up to Robbie who weighs their sins with his chains (but he can fudge it if he feels like it).

If they accept, they rise again on literal borrowed time.

should they fail to collect enough wicked souls and the hell fire inside of them goes unsated for too long, it'll start eating the soul of the raised. basically burning up their spirit to nothing. Dont worry, they can feel the clock ticking.

should they succeed, the well fed hell fire is returned to Robbie and they can get to back to living. though, there are some who have nothing else but the hell fire at that point. They died with nothing on the mind but absolute vengeance and once the deal is completed, seek nothing else. These psychos have formed a Biker devil worshiping Cult that are basically warlocks for Jonny Blaze. They call themselves the midnight sons. They have a six sense for "the touched" and "the other worldly". They find people who did the deal, either offering further their help as needed or allowing them to join the cult. they also deal with otherworldly magical monsters causing issues.

[caitimetravels]

she’s insignificant

chapter 3: the dangers inside

the umbrella academy x reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: swearing, mentions of death

masterlist

y/n stared at the blue energy in the courtyard before deciding to join her siblings as they rushed to see what it was. as she ran down the stairs she caught sight of klaus holding a fire extinguisher.

"what are you doing?" she caught up with him.

"something" he shrugged, bursting out the door first. "out of the way!"

"thats not going to- klaus what the hell?" y/n went to stop him only to watch as he tried to extinguish the mass of energy. she shook her head in disbelief, stepping beside vanya.

klaus chucked the extinguisher when he realised it wouldn't work.

"what is that gonna do?" allison shouted over the loud noise. klaus threw his hands up.

"i don't know. do you have a better idea?" he stepped back in surprise as another flash came from the portal. luther pulled klaus back.

"everyone get behind me!" and in true sibling rivalry diego nodded, shielding vanya and y/n.

"yeah, get behind us!"

they watched, brows furrowing at the familiar figure that dropped to the ground. as they stepped closer the vortex disappeared.

"is that-?" y/n looked up at vanya, peeking around diego to see.

there, in a too large sized suit, stood their missing brother. he pushed himself to his feet taking in their appearance.

"does anyone else see little number five is that just me?" klaus questioned as they walked closer. the said boy stared down at himself in confusion before looking back at them.

"shit" he cursed.

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they all moved back into the kitchen, letting five do as he pleased while he explained what he needed to.

he placed a chopping board and knife on the table while the others stood at the other end. y/n stood off to the corner, not entirely comfortable with them after being accused of murder. "what's the date? the exact date"

five walked around, grabbing bread to make himself a sandwich. vanya answered, "the 24th"

"of what?" five pushed walking back over.

"march"

"good" he pulled out two pieces of bread, laying them on the chopping board.

"so, are we going to talk about what just happened?" luther raised an eyebrow, expectantly but five stayed silent. "its been 17 years!" luther stood, frustrated but five wasn't taking any of his bullshit.

"it's been a lot longer than that" the shorter boy walked towards him before blinking behind him to grab the marshmallows. luther sighed,

"i haven't missed that"

"where'd you go?" diego piped up, unfazed.

"the future" five sighed, "and it's shit by the way" he opened up the bag of marshmallows.

"called it!" klaus raised his finger.

"do you want one?" five looked up at y/n, referring to the sandwich, a soft gleam in his eyes. the others shared a look, of course he had only missed her. she gently shook her head with a small smile. "i should have listened to the old man" five walked to the fridge, pulling out a jar. "he knew. travelling through space is one thing, travelling through time is a toss of the dice"

he paused as he opened the peanut butter, looking up at them again before noticing klaus' attire. "nice dress"

"oh, danke" klaus twirled loose material around. allison rolled her eyes.

"how did you get back?"

"in the end i had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time" he continued making his sandwich like he hadn't just shocked them.

"that makes no sense" diego scoffed,

"well, it would if you were smarter" five shrugged, ignoring the way diego stood up to fight him. luther held him back.

"did you put a decimal point in the wrong spot?" y/n asked, surprising the others. she crossed her arms, thinking "it was probably a miscalculation in your proof of the existence of a bound for the number of limit cycles of planar polynomial vector fields of fixed degree."

five paused, thinking it over before realising she was right. "it should have been 0.57" he mumbled.

"how long were you there?" luther changed the subject, obviously confused.

"45 years" five went back to his sandwich making. "give or take"

everyone sat back down in shock.

"so what are you saying? that you're 58?!" luther narrowed his eyes in disbelief. there was no way.

"no" five looked up, speaking through gritted teeth. "my consciousness is 58. apparently my body is now 16 again"

"how does that even work?" vanya croaked out, still shocked at the situation.

"delores kept saying the equations were off" five shrugged, stepping away and looking off into the distance as he took a bite of his sandwich. "bet she's laughing now"

"delores?" vanya asked. y/n froze, he had kept her? at the girl's movement, or lack thereof, allison looked over at her, raising her eyebrows.

y/n shook her head, waving it off.

five picked up the newspaper on the table, staring at the picture of their father.

"hm.. guess i missed the funeral"

"how'd you know about that?" luther questioned, defensive.

"what part of the future do you not understand?" five narrowed his eyes, slightly amused by his brothers incompetence. "heart failure, huh?"

"yeah-" diego started only to be cut off by luther.

"no" there was silence for a moment before a kitchen knife stabbed into the table beside luther's hand.

"if i had murderous intent, luther, you'd be the first on my list" y/n scoffed, walking out.

they all stared after her in shock.

"nice to see nothing's changed" five sighed before following her out.

"thats it?" allison asked, turning towards him as he walked. "thats all you have to say?"

"what else is there to say? circle of life" he called back.

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vanya walked up to five in the parlour where he stood staring at his painting.

"nice to know dad didn't forget me" five turned to her, "read your book by the way.. found it in the library that was still standing"

he started to walk around, noticing y/n sitting on the balcony above. she had her legs dangling through the bars, calmly reading a book. he turned back to vanya.

"thought it was pretty good, all things considered" he stared her down, "definitely ballsy, giving up the family secrets. sure that went over well"

"they hate me" vanya frowned,

"well there are worse things that can happen" five was obviously trying to cheer her up, in his own way.

"you mean like what happened to ben?" there was a pause, both thinking it over.

"was it bad?" five asked softly, he knew y/n was still listening. he heard the faint sound of a book shutting. he looked away as vanya nodded.

"y/n had a hard time dealing with it.. the worst of all of us. dad forbid her from going on missions after her reaction.."

"her reaction?" five turned back, eyebrows furrowing, this wasn't in vanya's book.

"she nearly tore our souls out.. she was devastated and couldn't control her emotions. dad said it helped her though, something about a new ability. he trained her alone from then, forcing her to find you" vanya shrugged, sighing, going silent.

"find me?" five pushed, "what do you mean find me?"

"she said she did.. did she not?" vanya looked surprised now.

"no, no she did.. just didn't stay long is all" five shook his head, frowning.

"yeah well, they stopped trying when she lied to dad"

"she lied?" five looked back up at where she was previously sitting but now she was gone, the only thing left behind was her book and a wisp of smoke.

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"ben.. i'm- i'm scared" eight sat cross legged in front of his statue. "my powers are getting stronger and i'm scared to hurt the others. i wish you were still here" she refused to cry no matter how much she wanted to. she couldn't let the same thing happen.

"i'm scared ben. what if i can't control it? what if hurt somebody? you're not here to help me and i-.. it hurts sometimes. dad doesn't understand, he never did but it hurts to suppress my emotions like he wants me to. we try so hard and he still never thinks we're enough.." she paused, pulling her knees up to her chest. "what if i am weak? what if he's right?"

unbeknownst to her ben's ghost sat beside her. "you're not weak" he shook his head, moving to look at her face. "you'll never be weak, you're so strong. please keep being strong for me" he pleaded with her as she continued to blame herself. he hated this. he hated not being there for her. he just wanted her to be okay.

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y/n walked beside five, standing under his umbrella with him. they didn't speak as they walked back out into the courtyard. the siblings all stood in line with luther in front of them, carrying their dad's ashes.

"did something happen?" grace looked at them all, smiling despite the occasion. they all looked up at her.

"dad died.." allison answered, confused. "remember?"

"oh, yes of course" grace nodded, expression turning more somber.

"is mom okay?" allison asked, now worried about how grace was acting.

"yeah, yeah she's fine" diego quickly defended, "she just needs to rest, you know, recharge" allison looked incredulous but dropped it nonetheless.

pogo stepped forwards, looking up at luther. "whenever you're ready, dear boy"

luther breathed out, opening the lid and dropping the ashes in a pitiful pile. they all frowned.

"probably would have been better with some wind" luther griped,

"does anyone wish to speak?" pogo ignored it, looking at the rest of them. everyone stayed silent, looking away. "very well.. in all regards, sir reginald hargreeves made me what i am today, for that alone i shall forever be in his debt. he was my master and my friend and i shall miss him very much.." he paused, "he leaves behind a complicated legacy-"

"he was a monster" diego cut off, still staring down at the ashes. klaus laughed. "he was bad person and a worse father. the world's better off without him-"

"diego" allison scolded, glaring at him in surprise.

"my name is number two. you know why?" he looked over at her. "because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names, he had mom do it"

"would anyone like something to eat?" grace asked, smiling again, unaware of what was happening.

"no, its okay mom" vanya denied, albeit confused.

"oh, okay"

"look, you wanna pay your respects" diego stepped out in front of them, "go head, but at least be honest about the kind of man he was" he looked at pogo now.

"you should stop talking now" luther warned, anger growing. diego glared at him for a moment before fully turning to face him.

"you know, you of all people should be on my side here, number one"

"i am warning you-" diego ignored him,

"after everything he did to you" y/n sighed, crossing her arms to her chest, fighting wasn't going to fix any of them. klaus and five shared a look. "he had to ship you a million miles away"

"diego stop talking-" luther tried again. diego was definitely hitting a nerve. he jabbed a finger into luther's chest.

"that's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!" luther grabbed his arm and swung at his head. diego ducked. they begun fighting while everyone else backed away.

"boys! stop this at once!" pogo attempted to stop them, moving back despite this.

klaus held an arm out to shield five and y/n. the former slapped it away. they continued to fight, diego egging him on and landing several punches. klaus began to chant while vanya yelled at them to stop.

"klaus" y/n warned, gaining both his and five's attention. her eyes were turning black, she was struggling.

"y/n? are you okay?" five hadn't been there, he didn't know what she would do if she lost control. pogo walked away, not wanting to stay. klaus nervously watched y/n while the others watched luther and diego fight.

"i don't have time for this" five sighed, beginning to walk away, leaving y/n with klaus under his small pink umbrella.

that was when it happened. y/n froze as they knocked ben's statue.

"aw" klaus complained while allison glared at them.

"and there goes ben's statue"

"klaus?" y/n's voice scared them all. she sounded weak. she gripped his jacket, tightly. "klaus"

"what's wrong?" he looked down at her, watching as she fought her emotions. her eyes were turning black but she kept fighting it.

diego pulled out his knife and vanya's shouting at him to stop made it harder for y/n to calm herself. he threw it at luther, cutting his arm.

"klaus" she called again and he held her arm unsure of what to do. "i-i can't.. i can't-" she let out a pained whine as her eyes darkened, she was letting go. suddenly diego and luther let out shouts of pain.

"what's going on?!" allison watched them, confused and distraught. vanya quickly left their mother's side, pulling y/n into her.

"its okay, you're okay" vanya whispered to her, trying to calm her. "it can be fixed, you're okay, just relax. try to relax" listening to vanya's heartbeat she slowly calmed down, the blackness of her eyes seeping away and diego and luther straightened, no longer in pain.

y/n stared at them in shock and guilt before shaking her head and running inside. she locked herself in her room again. she was truly a demon.

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one by one the siblings left, y/n watched sadly as they all abandoned her again. she was always left alone, the family problems only got bigger when they got together. she sighed, maybe she was better off alone.

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y/n looked up from her book as she heard frantic footsteps around the mansion. peeking out her door she noticed vanya slowing down in front of five's room.

"oh thank god" she disappeared through his doorway but y/n could still hear her voice. "i was worried sick about you"

five had talked to vanya? why hadn't he come to her?

"sorry i left without saying goodbye" five's voice answered softly. what had he been doing? y/n quietly left her room to hear better. she wanted to be apart of her brother's plans too. she didn't want to be left out anymore.

"no, i'm the one that should be sorry. i was dismissive and i guess i didn't know how to process what you were saying.." vanya paused, "i still can't to be honest"

"maybe you were right to be dismissive" five huffed, that didn't sound like him at all? what was he really doing? "maybe it wasn't real after all.. it felt real. but well, like you said the old man did say time travel could contaminate the mind"

well vanya referred him to a therapist y/n tried to sense the room. something else was going on. carefully using her power she felt another person.. klaus. when vanya walked out y/n quickly turned to smoke, gliding along the floor, past five who watched vanya leave. klaus pulled himself out of the closet.

"that's so touching, all that stuff about family and dad and time"

"will you shut up? she'll hear you" five warned him, walking back over.

"you're lying to vanya?" y/n appeared next to klaus, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

"it's nothing you should worry about" five dismissed before looking klaus over again. "i thought i told you to put on something professional"

"what? this my nicest outfit" klaus gestured to it. y/n snorted when five scoffed.

"we'll raid the old man's closet"

"whatever, as long as i get paid" klaus shrugged, beginning to walk behind five.

"when the job is done" they stopped just above the stairs.

"so, where are we going?" she followed along, smiling innocently at five who raised an eyebrow at her.

"not we, just klaus and i" five shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"five" she frowned,

"y/n" he mocked.

"just let me come, please don't leave me in the dark. i just want to help you" she pleaded, she had missed him.

he thought it over before sighing, "fine" he turned to walk again but klaus stopped him.

"but just so we're clear on the finer details" he waved his hand around, talking over the plan. "i just got to go into this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?"

"yeah, something like that" five agreed, exasperated.

"what's our cover story?" klaus continued, ignoring five's look of annoyance.

"what? what are you talking about?" five shared a confused look with y/n who shrugged.

"i mean was i young when i had you, like 16.. like young and terribly misguided" five agreed just to get him to stop but he didn't. "your mother, that slut, whoever she was, we met at.. the disco and you can be his sister"

"i am his sister?" y/n raised an eyebrow, but klaus only smiled, clicking his fingers.

"okay, remember that. oh my god the sex was amazing"

y/n scoffed, walking away first, five following. "what a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain"

"don't make me put you in time out" klaus waved a finger at him.

as they walked out the door onto the street y/n paused.

"what's wrong, baby sis?" klaus asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "you're not backing out already?"

"no!" she quickly denied, looking up at him as she snapped out of her starstruck daze. "it's just.. i haven't left the house in 16 years.."

klaus and five shared a sorrowful look. what had happened to her?

tags: @rxses-and-reverie

[fluffimemes]

Okay i sended my request before i finished it basicly MC died became a angel and is dating 1 of the most powerfull demon that their is then threw whine at God to become a demon (luke and simeon saw it all happen) cause they want to be with the brothers and their reasons?

They wanted to be a demon, they are gonna live their life however they want and nobody is stop them not even fucking God himself and how many people get to say they threw whine at God only 1 and thats MC *proud MC noises*🥴😁🤪

Just how would everyone react? or if you don't want to do everyone just the brothers

HELLO, I JUST WANTED TO SAY I LOVE YOU /p

It's not everyday that you get to write about someone throwing wine at God.

Also, I decided to do the brothers with Simeon and Luke!

I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE, MY BRAIN HASN'T BEEN WORKING SO IT'S HARD TO THINK

I also went off track, if you want me to rewrite it, please tell me </3

Requests open! Please request at @local-pansexual-writer !

The brothers, Simeon, and Luke reacting to Angel MC throwing wine at God to become a demon

Warning: A little angst (MC's death) and a little vulgar language

I hope I got that right-

I also did not proof read this

Lucifer

When MC died, Lucifer already knew that they were becoming an angel.

He didn't like that but he didn't want to be selfish, so he overworked himself to not think about it.

That is until MC comes to his office, in a demon form with a proud look on their face.

Lucifer first thought he was imagining things until MC ran to him and gave him a hug while he was sitting down.

He was in shock for almost a minute but he quickly gave MC a hug, got them on his lap, and pulled them in for a kiss, not caring that he broke his composure.

But then Lucifer realized that they were a demon, what happened?

MC quickly told him the story.

"Well, being an angel wasn't so fun, I just missed you guys. So I decided to throw wine at God because he has the audacity to boss me around!"

Lucifer was very starstruck, MC threw wine... at God?

Fucking loves MC so much.

It's hard to see someone else living your dream. Marry him now.

Of course he's still concerned for MC because they did just become a demon.

Lucifer will take in the pride of having a partner who threw wine at fucking God.

He may or may not tease MC sometimes.

"You never learn do you?"

Mammon

Mammon became depressed after MC's death, they were like his other half.

Now they're probably with the angels so he'll never see them again.

He just gambled away all his money and got into more debt.

That was until Mammon came back to his room and seeing MC sitting on his bed, waving at him.

Didn't even think for a minute and ran to them, hugging and kissing them while they both sunk on the bed.

But after they stand up from the bed, he finally starts thinking and is confused on how they're in the Devildom.

MC tells him the story while having a proud face.

"I threw wine at God! I just want to be free and not follow so many rules."

Starts laughing nonstop, imagining his Father's face.

Ruffles MC's hair.

"I'm proud of ya!"

Leviathan

When MC died, he would not get out of his room.

Games and anime abandoned because they somehow remind him of MC.

His brothers needed to force him to eat and get some fresh air.

While he was ranting to Henry, MC bursts into his room.

Levi was SHOOK and was a little frightened thinking that it was one of his brothers to force him out until he heard their voice.

"I'm back!~"

Levi never got up so fast and ran to MC, hugging them hard.

His awkward attitude got thrown out the window, he was just relieved to see MC again.

That was until he remembered they were in the Devildom, he has lots of questions.

MC excitedly told him what happened.

"Well, I was starting to get bored and tired as an angel so I decided to throw wine at God!"

Needed a minute to comprehend it but when he did, he started laughing.

Wishes MC got a picture of it.

"I wish I had your confidence!"

Satan

When MC died, he really didn't know what to do.

Satan tried reading books but it was hard when there's a slight comparison to MC.

He tried going to cat cafes but it just reminded him of MC.

Satan was cleaning a classroom when someone hugged him from behind.

He quickly turned around, ready to push them away until he saw it was MC.

Quickly hugs and kisses MC, he's really excited to see them back and already starts thinking of date plans.

Until he realizes that MC was in their demon form, weren't they suppose to be an angel?

MC's face lights up and quickly tells him.

"God was giving me a lot of orders to do so I decided to throw wine at him!"

Takes a minute to process.

But then Satan starts laughing and pats their head.

Secretly, he was REAL proud of them. I mean, God did kill his sister right?

New date idea: Drinking wine.

"You will always be a troublemaker, won't you?"

Asmodeus

Starts going out to parties less and less after MC's death.

Asmo tries to keep up with appearance but it feels like a chore.

He'll sulk around his room, trying to think that MC is happy in the Celestial Realm.

Until someone kicks open his door. Asmo is ready to scold one of his brothers (Mammon) but his words get stuck in his throat when he sees MC.

They both run to each other and Asmo will hug h a r d that MC needs to ask to breathe.

MC only gets 1 second to breathe until they get attacked with kisses all around their face.

Asmo only realizes that MC is a demon when he remembers why he was sulking around.

MC excitedly tells him the story.

"I threw wine at God! You should've seen his face!"

H u h . . H U H

Kind of worried? I mean, MC did throw wine at GOD.

But that was kind of hot of MC?

That's one of his reasons on why he loves MC, they're fearless! It's kind of a problem sometimes

Though, Asmo is disappointed you didn't take any pictures. He could've posted it on Devilgram!

"You're so fearless!~ But I think we should set up on some boundaries..."

Beelzebub

Didn't eat a lot after MC died, even if his stomach growled REALLY loud.

His brothers forced him to eat because it was too loud.

Everyone was concerned for him.

While he was sitting at the dining table, looking at his plate of food, until he heard MC's voice.

"You're not gonna eat that?"

Never hugged someone so fast.

Even if he hugged MC fast, he was still surprised to see them.

Weren't they suppose to be in the Celestial Realm?

"Oh yeah... The Celestial Realm... Well I threw wine at God so I could come back here! He was kind of a bitch too..."

W-What

Yeah he was happy that MC was back with him but throwing WINE at GOD?

Worry chuckle.

He's also kind of proud though?

God deserved that honestly.

"You should be more careful MC... But since you're back, how about we eat? I'm hungry..."

Belphegor

Would not stop sleeping.

But even in his sleep, he felt cold, no matter how many blankets.

Belphie was used to MC's warmth.

On some nights he can't sleep, he tries to hold one of MC's favorite plushies.

While sleeping, he suddenly woke up because he felt a familiar warmth.

Quickly opened his eyes to see MC grinning at him.

Belphie became WOKE and hugged them tightly.

But then he realized, slowly but surely, that they aren't an angel.

MC told him the story.

"Well... I threw wine at God because he's so bossy. I just wanted freedom, y'know? You should've seen his face!

Belphie being Belphie, broke out laughing.

Is PROUD of MC.

Belphie kept imagining God's face, he wishes MC took a picture, he would've made it his lockscreen and laugh at it.

"Good job MC! I wish I could do that too!"

Simeon and Luke

(Writing them together)

What did they just watch?

Simeon and Luke saw how angry MC was to be in the Celestial Realm but didn't think they would throw WINE AT GOD.

Luke quickly brings napkins to God while Simeon calms MC down.

They are both thinking "Is this a dream??"

Didn't think MC would have that AUDACITY.

Simeon and Luke visit MC in the Devildom.

"Why would you do that! That was really unreasonable of you MC! Good thing we were there to calm God down!" Luke yelled out of concern.

"MC, you shouldn't pull stunts like that." said Simeon, also concerned.

"Serves him right! Shouldn't have been so bossy with me." Huffs MC.

In the end, Simeon and Luke are happy that MC is okay.

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[ashfantasyworld]

Ashton

It was the start of me falling for everyone, it was like any other day. I had turned 20 years of age, and had become what we consider in the middle of teens. My tail never does as I want it to, when I try to hide things or feelings. It always blows my cover, and in training I have started to flirt with this good looking human. I seriously melt when I see him, but how the hell do I tell another guy I like him. What if he dont like me? I know I'm ranting now but it's important I promise. I failed him and I failed my Mom, I failed everyone. As I'm writing this letter I am sitting in a cell waiting for the cultists to end me for being unholy. They call me, well I hope someone reads this as i think i will die today. And yes I'm crying. I can't help it. I'm still a kid, well let me tell you my story then. So if you read it you wont be as stupid as i was.

The start of the story is on my 18th birthday, my mom who cares for me alone had made me a cake. And I was eating it with her, as she told me of my dad, and how the humans had come. And I was a mix of Human and Tabaxi and so on, she misses my dad a lot after he died. So she talks about him on a regular basis, but it's okay if she is happy doing so I don't mind listening to it. And well I had plans today to meet up with a guy that looks amazing, and well we have exchanged looks sometimes and he is going to meet me tonight. But I need to train first. I aint so big on using close combat weapons. I rather like to use bows and crossbows but if i can i like to talk my way out of things. So I use most of my day for training, as a tabaxi I have to be combat ready when I'm around 18 to 20 so yeah. When I'm done with my work out I walk to take a shower and damn that's a long process. Have you tried to get fur dry?It's a nightmare. So when I'm done with my 3 hour long chore of showering for 30 min and using 2h 30 min to not smell like a wet dog. Ewww dogs….. It's time to meet up with Thor, it's night now and I have become smaller than what I was. It happens every night. I think it's due to my father and since he was not a cat, I am probably cursed. Thor doesn't mind, he finds it kinda cute, we are going to meet up by the hill so we can watch the stars together. I walk up there with ease as well. I'm a cat and move easily, not like dogs who walk all over the place sniffing pee. So I sit and wait for him, he is so slow I mean I can wait. I remember seeing him walking in, he looked so good. He has a nice beard and looks like something from a story book from the people up north, he sits down beside me. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest, and he asks me “what I think is up there”. I think a lot and look up, before I'm reminded of all the stories from my mom about dad. “I think my dad is up there watching over me, keeping me safe”. I can feel his hand touching mine, I tell him “that's okay, i feel the same for him”. He pushes me to the ground so I'm on my back, and kisses me. He sits back up and looks at me, I smile and move and kiss him back. It feels wonderful. I feel warm all over and I'm so happy. We smile and part ways after a while, I am so happy I am falling so hard for him. Everything was so good before I failed him.

Some days pass and well we meet up, hidden from everyone else. He decides that we should keep it hidden from everyone, and that's fine for me. He has become more bossy with me, and makes my decisions for me. But that's okay. I am kinda girly anyways, and I like to have someone in control of me. And well im 4*10 120 lbs so I'm small, and I dress kinda cute. So I am not someone who is in charge, It makes me smile just to think of Thor, my big viking. 

But one day I decided I don't know why but that i wanted to be in a dress for him you know female dress. They look so nice, and damn cute and I have the body to be in one. So stupid as i was i got one to be cute to him, my Mom told me i was always special and thats what she loved about me. And helped me get the dress on, we had to cut a hole for the tail tho. As that damn tail always got in the way, but we did and it looked kinda good. So I went to where I knew Thor usually did hang out. I went there and it did not go so well, as his friends were there and when they saw me. They called me alot, “Abomination, Little girl, Loser, ugly”. You know all the bad words, and Thor even made fun of me, and when I tried to run they caught me. And started to beat me up, I don't remember too much as it got black quickly. What I do remember though is Thor hitting me in my face with his friends. I did wake up later. My dress was bloody and ripped apart, I started to cry and ran to the spot where me and Thor first met. And sitting down made me even more sad, as I remembered him. I cried for a long time, before Thor walked up to me and sat down beside me. He told me it was my fault, and I said sorry so many times. He agreed to be with me if I did not behave like that ever again and made it up to him. It made me so happy I kissed his cheek and asked what he wanted, he said I had to get something for him from the smithy. When I asked what he smiled and said a special sword from the smithy, I agreed I just had to get that and he would be mine. I did not have any money though as i know he just wanted a gift, like i am supposed to give him. So i had to steal it, i said i would be back here in 3 hours to him with the sword. It was still night so I could get it, he smiled as I ran off, I know I can do it for him. I'm so lucky to get another chance after embracing him like that. When I'm at the smithy I manage to sneak my way over the fence, but then I see it. The terror itself, the thing that could be compared with the devil himself. Ewwww a small dog, it even looks like a rat. I was close to throwing up in my mouth, and now I have to touch it. I am sure I was close to dying right there and then. But for Thor I would, so I grabbed the dog. Made my skin crawl, as I held over its tiny mouth it started to lick me. I know how disgusting, that tongue has probs been licking buts and poop and pee and ewwwwwwww. But I did it, I moved the dog carefully to another place as it kept licking me all the way. Gives me even the shivers now as I write this while crying, but I move it far enough away. So I could sneak back in, and well when people are stupid enough to let a window be open, I mean it's like an open invitation. I stop and look at the Female sleeping, she is so cute she is older than me tho, must be like 25 to 30 in human years. But I have a mission, so I go and look at the swords. I'm not sure which he wants so I take the most fancy look, and move to the window. But stop looking at the girl. I feel bad for her. I will make it up to her, but I have to leave. So I leave and run back to Thor he smiles, as I give it to him, I feel so happy for giving it to him now he wants me back. He looks at me and hits me in the face with the back end of it, and pushes me to the ground and keeps beating me. Screaming at me how stupid i am for taking the wrong sword, I try to say sorry and that i love him in between the hits. But he dont stop, he keeps on beating me for a while. I deserve it though. I failed him, how could i be so stupid. 

After a while he stopped and looked at me with piercing eyes, “you failed me” the words kept ringing in my ears. As he walked off with the sword I had stolen from him, I walked home. My mom saw me beaten and bloody. She looks at me and shakes her head, “i am sorry” she smiles and follows me into the bathroom and finds some bandages and ointments to help with my wounds. She spends most of the evening cleaning me up, and treating me, I don't say much at all that night. My head is spinning around, everything that has happened. I slept for almost 2 days. Before someone comes knocking on the door at my house, my mom opens and asks me to come into the living room. I just put the comforter over my head, I do not want to do anything right now. After a good 10 minutes the lady comes into the room, the smith stares at me as I swallow hard. She closes the door behind me and we have a conversation, she told me that stealing is not okay. And doing so could get me killed. She offers me a job to work off what I owe, she says she had one give her a chance once and this was her doing the same. But if I was late or did not show, she would go to the guards. I started working with her smithy. Her name is Cynthia, she was not too pleased with me at the start, but after 6 months of me working there every day. She starts to take a liking to me, and teaches me about hard work. I have not heard from Thor in half a year, and I'm finally starting to get over him. Everyday I meet up, I do most of the labour around the smith like cleaning up and keeping it tidy. As I see her sell things to people and make deals, I smirk and one day I say to her. “Bet i could make more money off it” she smirks and tells me the bet is on i have 1 month to beat her. Every day I do everything I can to sell, I start playing music outside and to lure people in I let them haggle but manage to turn them around. After the month is over I have made 1276 gold 436 more than she made, I smirk and she smiles and tells me I have worked off all my debt. But I don't want to stop working. I ask her if I can continue, and she accepts with a smile. Another year passes. I'm 19 soon, 20 now and I am happy. My life's going great, I have worked with Cynthia and have been helping me alot with my bow skills and I continue to play music. She even managed to get me into playing in an inn every night, and I love it and the people love it. One day a guard walks into the smith, I freeze up as I see him. It's Thor. He is looking at swords. I gulp as he turns around and sees me too, “well well well”. He puts a sword on the table, “so you work here now” I look at him and swallow hard and nod. “That will be 50 gold coins”, he smiles and reminds me of what i did and threatens me. Before he takes it and leaves, which means I have to pay for it. I put 50 gold coins into the chest. Cynthia has seen it all, and we have a talk. I tell her the whole story, she hugs me. And tells me that we will just forget about it, and that it's not worth picking a fight with the guards over it. Another 6 months pass, as I work and people start to know me, and come alot into the smith it has become a place to hang out for some people. Where they can chat and buy stuff. I have turned 20 now, it's a big day and as I get to work. The guard jumps me and chains me down, Thor is standing there and reading up my accusations of being a thief, breaking the rules of the church and deserves to hang. Cynthia looks at me, and tries to talk her way out of it for me, but Thor is not budging. And they take me to the church, after a while the priest comes. They decide to take me to the caves where they can properly please the gods, they move me at night. And get me into this cell, they are not holy they are a cult. Planning to sacrifice me to their gods, they told me that my mom has been tossed out on the streets and Cynthia is facing charges. So that brings me to the end of my letter, of how I failed everyone. Just never do as I did, because of me people are hurt. I am sorry for getting the wrong sword, I am sorry mom for being a useless son and I'm sorry Cynthia you should never have given me a chance. I am ready now, to pay for my sins. This will be updated as the campaing goes on <3

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The Underbelly Pt. 2 Mandolorian x Senator reader

(Art not mine. This is the readers outfit.) 

So I’m still on a Mandolorian high and I’m just loving where this story is going and how its taking shape. It’s reminding me of clone wars episodes. 

“Who do you think you are?” The Devoronian pushed up against the wall protested as you held him there, blaster to his skull. “Thats not important, but you know why I’m here. I’ve seen you deal with the criminals of the underworld of couricant. So tell me,” Mando came around holding the bounty puck. “Have you seen that man?” The image spun giving the Devoronian a good look. “Yeah, yeah! He’s down in the trading posts and herbal markets down in level eighteen.” He said, panting and still struggling to get free from you grip. You got off of him and drew back reaching into your pocket. “Here.” You tossed a credit to him. He fumbled for a moment trying to get a grip on the currency. “Republic credits?” He looked at you sourly and disappointed. “I can always just take it back.” You replied putting both hands on your hips. “No no no no it’s perfect.” With that last response the horned man left and left you and the Mandolorian in the alleyway alone, the sticky and humid air clinging to your skin as sweat started to form on your brow. “Well that could’ve gone better.” You mentioned looking to Mando. “Didn’t need to kill him.” His visor faced you. “I say it went well.” You shrugged wiping your hands on your trousers at his response. “So, we’re headed to the lower levels?” Mando said nothing then gave a single nod. “Well, let’s go then.”

Your optimistic nature was odd to Mando, to be honest having a good outlook on life was rare no matter who you were or what position you held in the galaxy. “What made you want to become a senator.” The question was posed to you, and you were surprised by the mandolorian asking to begin with. “I wanted to make life better for those who were like me. My parents died in a gutter, in debt to a gangster within the lower levels. I grew up pretty fast. Then the empire rose from the ashes of the former republic. If I’m honest there was a good span of time where I didn’t want to get involved with the war. But then I met my husband.” You trailed off smiling then coming down form the  high of nostalgia. “I’m sorry.” Mando offered as he knew why you didn’t speak further on the subject. “Its fine. More than fine. He gave his life for the belief that we could be free, and here we are. Free and trying to fix a broken system.” The two of you walked down the grimy pawn district, trash tumbling with the rush of wind from the traffic. You didn’t ask anything of mangos past knowing for one, he was bounty hunter, and two didn’t seem like the sharing type which was fine considering you didn’t even need to know this man from a political stand point.

“So why are you after this guy?” You changed the subject before things fell into an awkward silence. “Tax evasion and fraud.” You shrugged again and stretched. “I guess not all bounties are murderers.” Mandos visor was in your direction again. “Not always.” You looked at him, the beskar helmet and dingy armor illuminated by the neon lights of advertisements and business signs. “What are they normally like?” You asked turning your body towards him as you walked. “It depends.” His gaze shifted too ahead of him again. “Murderers, assassins, thieves, smugglers.” You listened as his explained. “It doesn’t matter at the end of the day as long as I come back with the bounty.” Thinking for a moment you remembered what it was like living life on the run with your husband and the squadron you were apart of. That strike team had become your family and only one of you remained.

You. There was a large part that felt guilty, of everyone who had to survive why was it you and not the mother who’d given up everything? The couple who had a daughter on Yavin-4. The grandfather who had everything taken from him in his last years. The Mandolorian saw you were lost in thought. “So do you kill your bounties?” Asking this he looked at you a moment then answered. “Not always. Only when they try to kill me first.” He left it at that.

It wasn’t long until you two made it to the dock to take the ramps down to the lower levels. The ramp engineer was sketchy, but really everyone on couricant was. You paid the man his fee, and he started letting the two of you down. Sometime during the ride the engineer kept staring at you, as if he knew you from somewhere. You hoped he would stop looking if you turned to Mando and started talking. “Do you think he knows me?” You asked clenching your jaw nervously. “Its possible.” The masked man replied. The engineer took a step forward and in turn you took a step towards Mando, your body brushing up against the cold metal of his armor. Mando went stiff but allowed you to stay where you were.

“I know you.” The engineer said with his eyes narrowing. “You do?” You gave a questioning answer in an attempt to play dumb. “You’re senator L/N. You ruined me!” He pulled out a dirty looking knife, black and brown streaks coating it. “My family starved because of you.” He went to shank you, putting up your arms to defend yourself, you never felt the man lay a hand on you. Instead you heard leather straining, like a forceful grip was holding the man back. The mandolorian kept his grip firm on the mans wrist, and squeezed until the man dropped his knife. “I can leave you cold, or warm. The choice is yours.” The armored man let go as you saw the engineer stumble back onto the metal grating of the moving platform. “M-my apologies.” He said holding one hand in front of him looking as if he was begging for mercy.

It wasn’t long after that encounter that you and Mando arrived to the lower levels. The quietness was replaced by a bustling marketplace, illegal, food, drugs, and weapons were constantly being traded here. Yelling and laughing could be heard as well as shifty eyes could be felt on your skin as you walked next to the Mandolorian. “What did you do to get him on your case.” The question sounded more like a statement. “I made it a punishable offense to overcharge for rides to the lower levels.” He glanced at you for a moment. “Thats it?” You sighed and nodded. “Thats it.” You watched the ground as your boots scraped against the pavement. “You get in trouble a lot?” You’re gaze locked with his visor.  “All the time.”

[fuckallthegood0nesweretaken]

The Dove and Her Hound - CH. TwentyFive

Title: Ego

Words: 1,561

Warnings: Some adult language, mentions of death

A/N: So this might be the last chapter for a while, my family is most likely getting rid of our internet so we can save a little bit of money. It will happen if the company doesn’t let us be a little late on payments. I do have all the chapters already written, so if I can go someplace that has wifi I’ll be able to update. Gotta love losing jobs cause people can’t wash their hands. Stay safe guys!

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The next morning, the dead were burned. When you found out Theon had died you were a mess. You and Sansa clung to each other in front of the pyre, tears pouring out of your eyes. Beric had died protecting Arya and you would be forever indebted to him. You had said one last goodbye to them before walking away and towards your family.

 “We’re here today to say goodbye to our brothers and sisters. To our fathers and mothers. To our friends. Our fellow men and women, who set aside our differences to fight together, and to die together. So that others might live. Everyone in this world owes them a debt that can never be repaid. It is our duty and our honor to keep them alive in our memories. They were the shields that guarded the realm of men. And we will never see their like again.” Jon’s voice was loud and carried far in the cold morning air. He grabbed a torch and started walking towards the pyres. You and your sisters were given torches along with Daenerys, Sam, and a few others. You lit the pyre in front of you and walked back to Sandor when it caught. He took your hand and you melted into his side, tears clinging to your eyelashes.

---

 After you had the day to grieve, a feast was thrown to celebrate the victory against the White Walkers and to celebrate the sacrifices of the dead. You sat up front with Sansa and Jon while Sandor sat amongst the people below you. You had tried to get him to sit with you, but you couldn’t convince Daenerys.

 “He’s not a lord,” she said.

 “And I’m technically not a lady. Not anymore at least.”

 “My final answer is no. You will sit with your siblings and he will sit with his comrades.”

 To say you were angry would be an understatement. You caught your husband’s eyes from across the room and gave him a soft smile. He smiled back then went back to his food. You had had enough of the feast and was about to stand up and leave when Gendry beat you to it. Daenerys called him out and you stayed still.

 “Gendry,” she said. “That’s right, isn’t it?”

 “Yes, your grace,” Gendry replied.

 “You’re Robert Baratheon’s son.”

 You and Jon made tentative eye contact when Dany said this.

 “You are aware he took my family’s throne and tried to have me murdered?”

 “I didn’t even know he was my father until after he was dead.” Gendry said.

 “Yes, he’s dead. His brothers are too,” Daenerys paused. “So who’s Lord of Storms End now?”

 “I don’t know, your grace.”

 “Does anyone?” The room was quiet, nobody daring to say a word.

 “I think you should be Lord of Storms End.” You straitened up and looked at the Dragon Queen.

 “I-I can’t be. I’m a bastard.” Gendry looked shocked and confused.

 “No. You are Lord Gendry Baratheon of Storms End, the lawful son of Robert Baratheon. Because that is what I have made you.”

 You looked at her in shock and hurt, your mind running a mile a minute. You didn’t even notice when Ser Davos had stood up and toasted to Gendry. Everyone else stood up and cheered for him while you stood up and left the room. The only ones to notice you leaving right away were Sansa and Tyrion.

 “A fitting reward for a hero. And a Lord that will be forever loyal to you,” Tyrion said. “But it seems as though someone isn’t too pleased with what you have done.”

 “And who is not pleased?” Daenerys said, still looking straight ahead.

 “[Y/n] Stark. Or should I say [y/n] Clegane. She left right after you gave Lord Gendry that title. Why is that?”

 Daenerys stayed silent and took a drink. Tyrion already knew, he just wanted her to say it. Sansa knew as well, and she was silently fuming. Not at Gendry, he deserved recognition. But she was angry that the Dragon Queen would do that to her sister. She had noticed you leaving, but if she slipped out now, she would be spotted. So Sansa sat quietly and tried to enjoy the now boisterous room.

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 You were happy that no one had seen you leaving. You had angry tears in your eyes and every time you wiped them away, more took their place. That made you even more frustrated and you tumbled into your room, nearly blind with tears. You didn’t even bother taking off your clothes and fell on your bed. Ten minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You stayed silent, not wanting company. The person knocking went silent for a moment, then spoke.

 “[Y/n]? Open the door. I know you’re in there,” Sansa said. You slowly got off the bed and opened the door. Sansa took one look at you and hugged you.

 “How could she do that? Sandor has done nothing to wrong her and she wouldn’t even let us sit together at the feast. Then she goes and gives out a title to someone else? It’s like she doesn’t really care.”

 “I’m so sorry,” Sansa whispered.

 “I even brought up the argument that I’m technically not a lady anymore, but she wouldn’t have it.”

 “Have you bent the knee to her yet?”

 “No. And I don’t think I want to anymore. I was just warming up to her and she goes and pulls this shit on me.” You stared at your door. “I just want to go live somewhere with my husband and child. Somewhere far away from all this war and blood.”

 “I want that for you too. And hopefully you’ll get it.” Sansa took your head in her hands, putting your foreheads together. “Would you like me to get Sandor for you?”

 “Yes please.”

 She gave you a peck on the forehead and walked to the door. “Don’t worry about anything. Good things will come to you.”

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 Soon after Sansa had left, your door opened. Sandor was in the doorframe and he saw you sitting in the chair by the fire, stroking your belly and singing to it softly. You hadn’t noticed that he was the room with you and he stayed silent, watching you sing to your unborn child. You were singing quietly and Sandor didn’t catch all of the lyrics, but he heard something about figures dancing gracefully or something like that. He thought your voice was beautiful and he closed his eyes, leaning against the wall. The song wasn’t too long and you were about to repeat it when you saw Sandor.

 “Seven Hells,” you said, jumping slightly. “Stop scaring me.”

 “Sorry,” Sandor said gruffly. He was embarrassed that you had caught him, but brushed it off and walked over to you.

 “Sansa said you wanted me.”

 “Yes.” You stood up and looked at him tentatively. “What would you think about us moving somewhere out in the country, away from all of this lord and lady stuff? Because I’m technically not a lady anymore and Daenerys pissed me off and I just want away from this. It would have to be after the baby was born, of course. There’s no guarantee of a maester somewhere else and I would like for one to assist with the birth and—“

 Sandor cut you off with a kiss, pulling you close to him. You squeaked from the shock, but reciprocated. After a minute, Sandor pulled away, leaving you breathless.

 “What was that for?” You asked, breathless.

 “You were rambling.”

 “Oh.” Your face turned red and Sandor chuckled. The two of you were silent for minute until you broke it.

 “So, what do you think of my idea?”

 Sandor didn’t say anything at first, he just gathered you into his arms. His hands rubbed your belly tenderly and you could feel the tenseness of his muscles.

 “That sounds really good, but I have some unfinished business to do in the capital.”

 “Is this about your brother?” You asked quietly after a moment. When Sandor didn’t answer right away, you knew you were right.

 “So killing your brother and most likely you in the process is more important than me or your child?”

 “That’s not true.”

 “It is though! You have a family right in front of you and you’re going to throw it all away for some revenge.” You were livid and had torn yourself away from his grasp. “Even after all this time you’re still stuck in that idea that killing him will make everything better and right again. I thought that everything was right. It felt right, but now I know that it was all a lie.”

 You let out a humorless laugh and ran your hands through your hair. Sandor tried to reach out and take your hand, but you flinched away and glared at him.

 “Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me,” you spat.

 “Dove—“

 “No. Stop. You’ve lost all rights to call me that. I need to be away from you right now and you need to think about what’s really important. Your family, or your ego.”

 You took one last look at him, and walked out of the room. Tears were threatening to fall but you pushed them back. If he really did leave for King’s Landing, he wasn’t worth your tears.

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PART IX - DEBTS

PART IX

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Nothing had gone as planned today, nothing at all. Jean one of liquor connects came by to talk shit, smoke and keep Tre in the loop about what would be going on within the next few weeks before he could get some from Elle. He’s showed her something no one alive knew about because Jean was a dirtbag - though they were ‘friends’ he prided himself in never giving anyone a weakness to exploit. Elle had enough shit going on in her own life - she didn’t need to be in the middle of that. At the end of his visit he smiled.

“I know you like bitches but don’t go to the museum event tonight” Jean smiled.

“Why not?” Tre had asked casually.

“Owner has a gambling debt that hasn’t been paid. It’s not going to go well - got some pictures of him doing shit married men shouldn’t do to show his bitch of a wife” he laughed before leaving. Leaving Tre with a bad taste in his mouth.

He didn’t have Elle’s number or know where she was. He knew how the casino bosses worked. They’d collect by any means necessary. It could be starting a fire and then collecting all the insurance money or ruining your place of business to force your hand out of fear. Traffic on a Friday night was working his last nerve as he flipped through the forms trying to find Elles number. He finds it sitting at a red and dials the number.

“Pick up” he shape only to hear the machine before calling again hastily.

“Fuck man pick up!” He shouts only to hear music in the background.

“Elle, Elle its Tre listen” he shouts.

“Tre?” She asks sounding tipsy.

“Elle get out of the museum now, don’t ask questions just get out and get anyone you care about out - act normal” he shouts going against all his street codes. Silence is all he hears on the other end before he hears gunshots and screams.

There’s nothing else from Elle so he cuts on the news slowing down as cops face to the scene. There are firetrucks, ambulances and the media with no sign of Elle. He tries but all the calls go to voicemail. He feels his stomach drop with worry for the first time in a long time.

Keep calm.

He reasons deciding to drive to the hospital despite it going to be crawling with cops. He sits listening to hear one person was pronounced dead at the scene and five are critical with a few with minor cuts and bruising.

His phone rings showing Elles number.

“Elle?” He questions.

“Where are you?” Her voice calls.

“Civic hospital parking lot, are you okay?”

She sniffles and theres a pause.

“I don’t see your car turn on the lights” Tre does as he’s told before he sees her coming and gets out. He goes to hug her but she stops him.

“What was that and how did you know?” She cries.

“Your uncle has a gambling debt, one of my associates told me not to go tonight. As soon as I found out I tried to warn you - but I didn’t have your number?”

Elle looks broken as she sniffles again with glossy eyes streaming tears.

“Why would Kell gamble?”

“I don’t know, I’m not in that business”

“Tre, I can’t do this.” She whispers wiping her eyes and taking a breath as the ugly cry begins. She tries to quell the emotions holding her face and trying to keep it together.

“I should be with my family Tre, the whole reason I came was to get away from shady business. Thats your world.” She shrugs getting his keys and handing them to him.

“You’re upset and tired”

“Exhausted” she corrects holding her arms. “Kell is critical so I can’t ask him if this is true”

“Why would I lie?” Tre snaps offended now.

“Calling you can fuck things up for me but I did it anyway. I know you lost Jesse and losing Kell would be too much for you. But he’s a piece of shit for doing things that can endanger his family like not paying a debt from dangerous people” Tre grits just above a whisper.

“Tre, he could die” Elle reasons only to get a shrug in response.

“You shouldn’t be here right now until things die down. Please” he reasons looking down at Elle and reaching for her chin only to have it his hand pushed away. She looks down at her phone showing a string of missed calls.

“Don’t worry about it Tre - thanks for letting me know. We’ll be fine” she sighs pulling herself together.

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Tre couldn’t help but notice the kind of people that were in and out of Elle’s apartment. The debt had been paid and a cease fire in place. There was a lot of arguing and politicking from what Tre could hear, crying too. He’d seen Elles mother one day as he was heading out - he could just tell by how she carried herself. They shared a few similarities but not an overwhelming resemblance. Kell was pulling through from what he heard. His brows furrowed as he saw Rico, they’d done a stint on juvie together outside of Elles door.

“Black?” He questions turning to Tre. “Bro you’re fucking huge” he laughs heading over to greet Tre. He was one of the few inmates that wasn’t always angry but he had a temper like none other. His commissary was always stocked and he always got two of everything - one for him and one for black. The conditions of their probation kept them from staying in touch.

“What’s up man what are you doing here?” Tre asks looking him over.

“You stay here? You’re neighbours with my sis man” Rico smiles shocking Tre for a lot of reasons.

“Shit man, am I that much of a fucking lowlife or is she still prissy as shit?” He asks knocking on Elles door.

“Thought you had brothers”

“I do but my pops, had her and her mama kept it from him for a long time. I hear shit’s been kind of wild for her so I’m here to do my part” he says as Elle opens the door.

“Hi Rico”

“Aww hell no. Go change, I’m not going back to jail today” He groans seeing Elle and folding his arms in annoyance right away.

“Rico!” She stomps sounding like a kid.

“Rico nothing! I don’t wanna hear it, nothing sexy or tight - shit!” He snaps making Tre laugh a bit. That was all ever did. Sexy all day everyday.

“You can come in while I change”

“It’s alright catching up with my patna”  he reasons making Elle peek outside.

“Huh?” She asks. “How do you two know each other”

“Prison” Rico says frankly making Elle laugh.

“I'll just be five minutes” she says getting on an oversized shits and a pair of boyfriend jeans with sneakers.

“Good?” She asks locking up and heading back to the hall but Tre and her brother are outside.

“Much better” Rico comments.

“Meh” Elle comments not feeling the outfit change.

Rico had told Tre the truth. Elle’s grandma called him hoping for anyone to check up on her and make things better. She thought someone from her other side of the family could be a nice break from all their family drama. In Rico’s word’s Elles grandma was the only family member who didn’t stick her nose up at them and Elle never really got the change to be a little sister from her maternal brothers.

…

Tre just got in as Rico was heading out.

“Be easy man if you need anything you have my number and if anything happens with her call me ASAP” Rico smiles.

“For sure” Tre agrees.

“Between you and me that gambling shit is ain’t right. They’re good for the money - cheater maybe but gambler? That nigga is a whole square” Rico says shaking his head.

“I’ll keep my ears down for more information” Tre nods giving Rico a handshake before he leaves.

Then the rain started all over again. Tre had always prided himself in being a stand up guy, giving women their choice and not being pushy but it was like everyone but him got to check up on her. Everyone who wasn’t there when she was trying to drink herself into a coma. Pride aside the thunder was his perfect opportunity. He knocks on her door and finds her wide awake.

“Tre”

“Come on” he takes her hand ignoring her protest and heading into his apartment once she’s locked up.

“Rico says you’re good people” Elle comments.

“Good people don’t have trap doors or know when somewhere is going to get shot up”  Elle continues once he’s locked up.

“Thought we established I’m and asshole?” he asks leading her up to the penthouse.

“My Grandad built this place, his mistress my granny lived in the apartment that neighbours you - family lived up here” he explains.

“Sorry” Elle whispers.

“Its convenient”

“So how’d you end up in juvie, how’d your mom end up with an addiction?” Elle asked plain looking around the much nicer furnished large apartment.

“Her dad died with her mom in a car accident she started dating losers who wanted her for the money left behind. I went to juvie for sealing and fighting. When my grandfathers wife found out about me she took me in. I gave her hell but she didn’t mind - left this to me when she died a few years ago” he explains.

“She sounds like a class act.”

“Only woman I’ve ever admired” he nods sitting down honestly. The silence is heavy as they sit facing each other. “You know I care about you right?” He asks and Elle sighs.

“Yeah, don’t know why but I know you do. I was a bitch-“

“Don’t apologize” he cuts her off.

Reaching for her only for her to reject the affection again.

“Nothing lasts forever Tre, I’d like to keep the things I can lose at a minimum” she sighs truthfully. He takes her chin this time holding on and her hands go to his arms to stop him from kissing her.

“Don’t worry your pretty head about me, I’ll always be good and so will you - even when we can’t stand each other” he reasons looking into her brown eyes before letting go. He heads outside sparking a blunt to clear his head and think. There was too much he didn’t know, too many players, factors hidden motives. A hit like the one on Kell wouldn’t be good for anyone, especially the neighbourhood.

He turns hearing the door open and Elle walk out tying her robe closed to weather the breeze.

“You smoke?”

“Sometimes, to clear my head” Elle nods sitting on his lap and taking a pull.

“Tre, I think after tonight we should stay away from each other. We both have a lot going on. It’s pretty clear you can take care of yourself but I have a lot of family bullshit going on”

“So its the worst time for you to be alone, trust me I know. I won’t force you to do anything but keep good people around. Your brothers solid” he swallows attentive to her response.

“He is, hard to imagine you’re his cellie” Elle winks playfully resting her head on his shoulder and watching the rain.

“Just now I’m here too if you need me. I don’t want you to take this the wrong way but be careful around Kizzy alright and don’t tell her anything about me. She was the only one not in the building when they started shooting. She gave me the invitation - hates my ass and I know some people that say she hangs out with a mid level guy on the other side of town” Tre explains making Elle sit upright as she processes his words.

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[poison-basil]

Detective Richard Grayson - Chapter 7

Dick was worried after the call rang out for the fifth time. He’d called Tim because he wanted to talk about what had just happened, with Bruce just showing up in his apartment. Now he wants Tim to answer the phone just so he knows he’s ok, if he was busy there was usually an automated message that would come through and his phone couldn’t be off, since he wasn’t going straight to voicemail.

It was how four in the morning. He’d left some time between calls incase it was a bad time for Red Hood to pick up the phone. But nothing, nada, had gone through.

He knew he shouldn’t worry, that Tim could look after himself.

But there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Telling him something wasn’t right.

Dick, so consumed in his internal worry almost didn’t hear the dull thump against recently closed window. He stares blankly for a moment before rushing over to the window. He looks out to see nothing but darkness of the early morning.

Taking a chance Dick opens the window and hears a quiet groan from below the window ledge. Looking down Dick sees Hood laid out on the fire escape hands clutching his side, blood seeping into his clothes.

“Fuck.” He breaths, climbing out of his window and crouching down next to the young vigilante. “You alright there Hood?”

Tim just groans back, his face twisted in pain. Dick quickly lifts him not wanting to waste time, he tries to be careful of any other wounds that he might have and carries Tim into the apartment and straight to the bedroom before laying him down. Silently glad he’d tidied his room recently.

Dick could hear the wheezing of Tim’s breath as he struggled with the pain.

Moving as quickly as possible he grabs the small first aid kit from the bathroom and brings it back to the bedroom with some towels that he’s grabbed on the way.

Tim is in the same position that he’d been left in. He hands shaking with effort to stay on his open side.

It’s time to get to work.

Tim lets out a pained whimper and Dick soothes back his damp, sweat soaked hair and presses a kiss to his forehead. “It’s ok Timmy. I’m going to look after you, but you’ve got to listen to me and help me when you can, ok?” He gets a weak nod back in return and Dick gets to it.

“I know this is going to hurt, but I need get the jacket off. I’m pretty sure the shirt is a lost cause so I’m just going to cut that.” Tim’s face pulls into a grimace as Dick removes the jacket as quick as he can. He helps Tim lie back down and grabs the scissors.

The wound on his side is deep and long, but the bleeding seems to have mostly stopped.

When Tim isn’t in so much pain Dick’ll ask him what had happened. But for how he’ll settle with just knowing that Tim is here. He has to push away the creeping despair that he could of lost Tim tonight.

Dick tries to think of the positives. Tim is here. With him. And not too hurt, he can manage this.

“You want something for the pain Tim?” He asks, Tim shakes his head so vigorously Dick becomes concerned that he might hurt himself. “Ok, ok…” Dick says, pulling the stuff he needs from the kit. “I know you’re brave Timmy, but this is going to hurt.”

Tim gives him a curt nod and scrunches his eyes closed. Limbs now oddly limp at his sides.

Must be something to do with his training Dick thinks, like the crazy alertness when asleep thing.

Taking a deep breath Dick sets to work.

About twenty minutes later Dick has finished bandaging up Tim and packing away the supplies.

Thankfully everything had gone well. Not of the stiches had slipped.

Tim had barely moved, his only sign of life was his breathing. It was worrying a little that when Dick was sliding the needle through his skin there wasn’t a flinch or even a peep from Tim.

He must have succumbed to exhaustion.

Dick watches as Tim body settles into the bed, his breaths coming out evenly now that the worst of it is over.

Dick grabs a blanket from the wardrobe and carefully places it over Tim.

He hasn’t said a word yet and it worries Dick a little, but he doesn’t want to push yet. He’ll let Tim sleep for a while. God knows he needs it.

Now that things have settled Dick can see other marks marring Tim’s pale skin. It looks like it was one hell of a fight that Tim was in before he got here. Bruises purpling the skin, to marks on his face, one on his right cheek bone and the other on his jaw.

Dick will take a look at them tomorrow when Tim is awake. He doesn’t want to risk waking him right now.

Dick hopes he didn’t distract Tim by calling earlier and get him into this trouble.

Tim’s not unprofessional enough to have his phone off silent when he’s patrolling.

That would be dumb.

But that doesn’t stop the guilt that's currently eating away at him as he watches Tim’s breathing even out as he falls into a deeper sleep. He’ll talk to him when he wakes up.

Dick didn’t want to disturb him, didn’t have the heart to. Tim found it hard enough to fall asleep as it was, never mind when he was hurting. The sleep debt that Tim has accumulated lately must of caught up with him.

Gently laying down next to him, trying his hardest not to wake him, Dick slides under the covers and watches Tim, the only might coming from the dawn light coming through the cracks of the curtains.

Before he knows it, he’s fast asleep too.

__________

A sharp digging sensation is what wakes Dick in the morning. Bleary eyes look around his room trying to figure out what's going on. A muffled groan to his left alerts Dick to someone else being in his bed. Looking over he sees Tim staring at him, unfocused and Dick is reminded about how he work up when Tim digs an elbow into him again.

“I’ve been trying to wake you for ages.” Tim says, his voice gravelly with sleep and slightly strained with pain.

Sitting up quickly Dick assesses him. Seeing if the bandages are still holding or whether they’ll need replacing soon. “Couldn’t have been trying too hard Timmy.” Dick smiles. Glad that they don’t need to be redone yet. But the bruises from Tim’s night are darkening and showing just how beat up Tim really is. “What happened last night?” He asks.

“Fucking Ninja.” Dick starts for a moment, hoping Tim will carry on, but the other and just stares at the ceiling. Mild annoyance showing on his face.

“Ninja?”

“Yeah, freaking Ra’s has decided to up the game. Sent ten of his men. I got out, but not before they got in a few lucky shots and put this wicked slice down my side. Thanks for helping me out by the way.”

“Any time Timmy.” Dick says, running a hand through Tim’s hair. “You need me to get you anything? Last night you didn’t want any meds so…”

“I’m good, I don’t want to take anything. Just incase the substance I got stabbed with last night reacts weirdly to it.”

“You were poisoned?” Dick mouth feels numb as he says it.

Tim shakes his head and starts to sit up, wincing a little as the stitches pull. “No, I think it was some sort of paralytic. Got out of there as soon as I started to to feel some weirdness.”

“What the fuck?”

“It’s ok Dick, I’m sadly kind of used to Ra’s doing weird shit like this. But thats why I was flat out on your fire escape when you saw me, could barely move anything. Glad your place was so close.” Tim laughs.

Sometimes, Dick really wants to shake Tim and ask him about his life choices, how did he get to this point? How can he laugh about being paralyzed on his fire escape?

What if Dick hadn’t been home and he’d had to go somewhere else?

Nausea bubbles up his throat at the thought of Tim falling from his grapple trying to make it somewhere else. It scares him, Tim could of died, the same way that his parents had.

Hot tears prickle his eyes.

Something hadn’t felt right last night. Maybe that was it. Dick takes Tim’s hand in his, squeezing harder than necessary but Dick just wants to feel the younger boys heat and life under his hands.

“How do you get yourself into these messes Timmy?” Dick whispers.

“Ah man, don’t cry Dick, I’m ok now.”

Dick takes in a shuddering breath. “I know, but Timmy, I could have lost you last night and been none the wiser. If you’d left that flight just a little later you could of fell and there would of been nothing you could do-” Dick chokes a little, “Nothing I could do to stop it. Again.”

“Whoa, hey Dick, it’s ok.” Tim sooths. Pulling Dick towards him, forcing him to kneel over the younger man. “I’m ok, I made it.”

“But you nearly didn’t.” Images of Tim and his parents lying broken on the floor. Blood pooling and their glassy eyes looking up at a Dick, silently judging him for not saving them.

For letting them slip through his fingers.

“But I did Richard.” Tim’s voice is grounding, bringing Dick out of his head. Chasing away the haunting images. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

“No, don’t be sorry, I just… I just thought that you were hurt, like normal hurt.” Dick cuts off for a moment. “Not normal but you get what I mean right?” It’s feels like he’s talking through cloth, trying to get Tim to understand that Dick expects Tim to get injured from time to time, but paralytics that's not normal. Not really.

Tim is smiling at him and Dick takes that to mean he does get what Dick is rambling about. “I know Dick.”

“I just- Seeing you like that was hard, I don’t see you like that Timmy. You usually go back to the cave when it’s bad and I see you after you’ve been put back to together. I just had to do and I couldn’t freak out because you needed me. Which is a good thing I guess, last night would of been horrible if I’d freaked out and couldn’t do anything.”

“Sorry I put you through that--”

Dick cuts him off and presses their foreheads together, looking deep into Tim’s violet rimmed eyes. “No, don’t apologise Tim. I’m just, I’ve never really thought about what happens out there you know? To you? It’s on another level what you do.”

Tim’s got this bewildered look on his face that Dick momentarily thinks is cute, the wide eyes and slightly parted mouth. Makes him want to lean down and capture those soft lips in a kiss.

“But you’re a cop, surely-”

“It’s different Tim. There are protocols in place for what I do. If something big is going down we call in the S.W.A.T teams and they deal with that, I always have my partner with me, I’m never alone out there like you are. I don’t have to worry about ninja!” Dick stresses.

“I have Batman and Red Robi-”

“But not all the time! Last night you were on your own and got attacked.” He takes in a trembling breath. “I don’t want to make it sound as though I don’t support what you do Timmy, I really do, you do so much good out there.”

Tim has linked his arms around Dick, pulling him in.

“But I’ve already lost you once, without knowing. And now that I have you, know what it’s like to hold you and be with you.” Dick brushes his lips against Tim’s, feels the younger man pull him in for more. “I don’t want to lose you.” Finally Dick leans in fully and kisses Tim.

“You won’t lose me Richard.” Tim says against his lips when they pull apart. “I wouldn’t lose this for the world.” He dives back in, this time more hungry and Dick can sense his desperation as his tongue begs for entrance.

Dick opens up willingly, letting Tim’s hot tongue run along his and into his mouth. The vigilantes hands run through his hair, pulling him impossibly closer and licking further into his mouth.

Just as Dick shifts for better leverage Tim lets out a pained groan that has Dick pulling away fast. Another pained noise leaves Tim and Dick looks down and sees that his knee is pushing into Tim’s side. “Fuck!” With flexibility Dick hasn’t really utilised for a while he gets off of Tim and the bed as quick as possible.

“It’s ok Dick.”

“I didn’t mean…” He trails off lamely.

“Dick it’s fine, I know you didn’t mean it you big idiot.”

“Hey!”

“Now make yourself useful.” Tim says, a cheeky grin on his face. “Go make me some coffee.”

Dick huffs a laugh before placing a kiss to Tims head. “Sure thing, short stack.” He say, making his way to the kitchen.

“I’m not short!” Tim shouts.

Dick laughs. It’s good to have Tim around.

[baconpal]

so heres the long super paper mario post

strap in for why super paper mario is fucking bizarre and why that’s pretty much awesome

gonna be a good amounts of spoilers, so if you’re on desktop then hit that read more, and if your on mobile, then here’s your punishment for using this god awful app

super paper mario is a game that is incredibly difficult to put into words, but it leaves such a powerful, lasting impression on me and i can’t come to say anything first other than I love it so much, and if you havent played the game, please just go do it now, even if you have to pirate or emulate or something, just let yourself play this game. It’s one of those games that I really feel I can just recommend to anybody

it’s difficult to think of where to start with dissecting this thing so i’ll just start with the art since lookin at things is pretty easy

ART/WORLD DESIGN

every world in SPM is completely unique, not just in what type of environment, but it’s art style, and this is premised with the fact that none of these worlds are capable of existing together and are completely separate, and NOT part of a cohesive universe (LOOKIN AT YOU ODYSSEY I STILL THINK YOU LOOK STUPID)

The hub and the first 2 worlds are mostly just slight variants on the same general style of simplistic shapes and colors, with world 1 delving into more linework type aesthetics, and 2 focusing more on impressions and silhouettes, 

world 3 changes this completely with what is obviously an 8 bit kind of style, but instead of jarring over sized pixels, the world is composed of detailed tiles arranged to look like pixel art that imply a more real world, and not a gamey one, 

world 4 focuses on patterns and big patches of color to give the impression of the vast emptiness of both space and the surface of a barren planet, before giving you the “Whoa Zone”, with a striking mix of wire frame and futuristic UI style to it

world 5 takes the idea of nature being crude and simplistic and humanity being sharp, angular, and extreme and flips that on its head, with humanity and the space they occupy being these absolute memes with no sense of depth, and the plant life existing in a system of clean cut caves with futuristic technology and elegant historic values

world 6 simplifies a kind of colored Japanese painting aesthetic, down to the funny cylindrical cloud clusters and brushstroke trees

world 7 depicts what is essentially hell (yes there’s hell in this game keep your pants on) as a squarish blur of bright greens and warm reds and purples, and depicts heaven as fluffy land of clouds and Greek temples

and lastly, world 8 is inverted greyscale, where light is black and darkness is white, its simplistic and striking and i couldn’t think of a better style for the final area of a game so focused on the concept of light and dark

MUSIC

I’ll just try and keep it simple, the musics fucking cash money

The game makes great use of motifs when it needs to, where specific themes and instruments are used in other songs to suggest relationships and put battles and travels into perspective

And when it ISNT doing that, it’s just fucking funky stuff, with a weird trend of BOING and PLOP and SPLISH noises in the percussion because fuck you i guess

There’s a lot of good songs that do lots of interesting things, any of the like 5 final battle songs are great things to point to, but i’ll just go ahead and say the main theme of world 8 “Castle Bleck” is one of my favorites that isn’t super highly rated. It brings in the types of instruments that have been associated with the villain the entire game, but also throws in 2 very important things; a sudden triumphant burst of almost JRPG styled chiptune that pushes away the constantly building tension, which is then followed by the sound of a clock ticking, which is a musical motif only present in the songs “Memory” and “Promise” which is played whenever the memories of the player’s little guide thing and the main villain’s past lives together are alluded to. This one song holds a lot of weight, as well as simply being a fucking cool song.

GAMEPLAY

This is, sadly, the one place I’ll not mince any words and say the gameplay is not amazing by any standard, it’s pretty much a classic mario game if it had RPG stats, items, and random abilities granted through the character and partner systems. The 3D flipping mechanic is nothing astounding, though it is very interesting to see how worlds are constructed

One of the biggest flaws people will mark the game for in its gameplay is that it’s tedious, and while I have to agree, that’s because I’ve already played the game before, and the tedium only comes from not being completely invested in the experience anymore. I’ll get some specific examples in a bit, but there’s a few cases of “tedium” that i believe are 100% intentional and drive the story in an interesting way

STORY/WRITING/GAME DESIGN

Thats a fuckin broad section, but its pretty much everything else i have to say on the game, and where the most spoilers and random praise is gonna be

I’m not actually gonna talk about the whole story, more just the strong parts of it, under the assumption you’ve already played it or understand a story as simple as “villain wants to destroy world, hero wants that to not happen”

The writing and characters are just flawless, everyone is fun to be around, especially the bad guys, who you see more antics of than your own party. There’s goofy running plotlines about O’chunks and mimi essentially getting grounded and being forced to write essays about why they fucked up at beating mario, and big stinky brother dimentio teasting and bullying them and sneaking them out to do his bidding when The big Count Bleck is away

The game is full of referential humor to not just mario itself but all kinds of games, there’s skeletons in hell who are clearly just Marios from the mainline games who died in stupid ways, there’s an actual dragon quest turn based boss battle in hell too, and chapter 3 has an otaku villain who tried to get with peach in a simulated visual novel

but the humor exists not just in references, but in simple good scenarios, with things like “Having a game show in a bathroom when everyone's life is at stake” and “locating an ancient manuscript to use as toilet paper” or “flying through black holes to find a convenience store” and things of that nature

It also interacts with the players emotions in many interesting ways, one of the more lauded being chapter 2-3, where mario is forced into working off a massive debt of fictional money, and is required to do hard, boring labor. There isn’t anyway to avoid doing both the hitting a block 100 times and the running on a treadmill for a few minutes thing, but the constant feeling of “there has to be a faster way to do this” drives the player to prod around, find the secrets, and slowly discover how to break the system wide open and get to the end, and i love it for that

This entire game is some sort of bait and switch, to put it simply, while it’s already a bit of a departure from both mario itself and the paper series, the first 5 worlds are pretty fucking tame stuff, other than the void, which is a giant black and purple spot that sits in the sky, always, every single world has the void growing in its sky, and it does grow, every chapter it gets bigger and bigger and takes up the sky, but where this truly culminates into the “switch” part is chapter 6, which starts itself by presenting you with the most TEDIUS sounding chapter possible, fight 100 enemies in a row, and nothing else, and for 25 straight fights, that is all it is, so you’ve locked yourself into it at this point, you know whats up, but the void in the background begins to grow to the point of being the entire fucking background, and every enemy you face speaks as if they know they’re all going to die, and by the 30th fight, one of the villains comes to stall for time as the void completely swallows the world, and the party is sent back to the hub. When they decide to go back in to world 6, its empty, the entire world is a white void with a single black line making up the ground, and colorless destroyed structures occasionally peaking out of the ground.

and you walk on this white void for so long and you just feel nothing but regret and fear and no matter how fast you make yourself go you feel like you’ll never find anything, but you do eventually get your plot item and escape

then, Dimentio, one of the villains you’ve seen the least of, appears in the hub world, the safest place in the universe, and kills mario

he just fucking kills him

he puts mario in a box and fills the box with explosions and mario fucking dies and goes to hell because fuck you mario

then you go through all of chapter 7 just to escape hell (called the Underwhere cus how could we possibly be allowed to take hell seriously) and join up with your full party before confronting the final world, which i’ve already stated i just love the design off

the game just takes the comfortable ride you’re on and throws it into the fucking sun and burns you alive and i love it so much, even the very end of the game doesnt let up, where the main villain is overtaken by that absolute madman Dimentio (Whose name is a play on both Dimension and dementia), who clearly was powerful enough to have done the whole “ending of the world” himself, but did it this way for the theatrics of it

there’s a lot i could still say about the game, but this post is absolute rambling and its 2 in the morning but as usual, i just wanted to shit my thoughts onto the internet to people could maybe learn somethin about either the game or me and how i think and look at and respond to stuff, and as always, anybody who read this whole thing is cool and i love you a whole heck of a lot

[filmery]

Stream of Consciousness

from Iron Man

****WATCH OUT FOR LOTS OF GRAMMATICAL ERRORS****

fav marvel opener- flipping comic book pages -never read any whoops

no one is wearing black- back in black

sexist- driver woman

rdj is =iron man

peace sign kid holds- he dies so thats why tony does peace sign

"older guy cant work camera" clishe

uggggh shaky camera

why was he with the troops/ not in helicopter?

zoom into bomb fast- GREAT fast comedic moment just before sadness

he shud not have been conscious after explosion that close

WTF IS THAT UNDER HIS SHIRT WTF- IFITS ARMOR IT SHULD PROTECT HIM

al quaeda to soon

so hes steve jobs- made a frikin computer in his garage

ewww rbj with no beard- bad cgi :( cant u just shave and get over urself?

yes weapons are the key to peace hahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHhahaha

rip terrence howard as rhody

"too cool for award" cliche

"bald guy is bad" cliche

"hes always working" uhhh besides a few montages.... no he really just parties

only talks to cute girls....... uggggh

military funding? ha more like military debt ahahahahah 20 trillion is iron mans fault

jarvis is wing man after one night stand???? idve thought hed think tony was cheating lol

"girl wakes up with just guys shirt" cliche

"guy wakes up and leaves before girl wakes up" cliche

cat fight ha+2 points

literal and figurative island haha

so tony aint smart, he just uses jarvis

he obvi doesnt know how t4he faa works

i was gonna get REAL mad if tony didnt buy a painting cuz it was "too expensive" but we good

tonys a dick

yet pepper finds him attractive

ksorry

yaaaas rhody calling him a baby cuz he FING IS

im pretty sure laser shows in airplanes are illegal

"im not drinking them gets drunk" cliche

in my opinion from what ive collected, you cant be feared AND respected. fear takes over and you do things based on fear, not fromrespect - also how will blowing up people help them respect you? unless youre talking about getting respect from those u protect and those u kill cuz thats completely differeent then

"i respectfully disagree" or do you "fearfully disagree"

starts out as all techno talk, then turns into baby talk wtf

that shock wave conviently stopped right after it hit them

montage of painful surgeyr cliche

ewww that pipe in his nose as groooooooss

"dont do that but dontexplain" cliche

the dude cant understand english how did he know that tony refused????

why tf wouldnt u test it ANYWHERE BUT THE MIDDLE EAST?????

why cant they just wait and order the missile

k so this scene is srs and all but WATCHING HIM CARRYING THE CAR BATTERY IS SOOOO FuNNY I CANT

"no he wont" OK NOW U CANT UNDERSTAND U POS

"theyll never find u" cliche

why is his friend here?

how does he know how to build it? tbh he probs just had jarvis do it back home

how does the gov not know hes selling weapons to terrorists? we cant be that corrupt can we?

so hes building his ring thing but they DONT FING NOTICE THATS THERES NO MISSILES AT AlL??????

and they didnt question them the entire time

lemme peek but not go in and investigate

"i have steady hands" and then he crashes his car and LOOK! Doctro strange!

when a speech starts with a history lesson, u know its been rehearsed u poser

honestly... hot coal in mouth- worst way to die fml

props to marvel for not telling how fast theyre moving so i cant bust them for not being able to get it done

why the circle around the chest thing

wouldt one of their rules to be able to see u at all times

ctrl i is italicize hahahaha

why did the lights shut off but no the clearly hookedup laptop?

i enjoy the rock music as background music- not ur stereotypical ( yet awesome) hans zimmer score

yaaaaaas bitches run

gun shootsthen rebounds onto him- pretty sure thats not how physics work

if anyone should die, its tony tbh that whiny bithc

-2 for killing an actual good guy

how does not one of those bullets penetrate his suit?

----not enough use of the word penetreate

k no theyd keep shooting

tony: everythings on fire and im dying

ouchie that giant fall

how does he know hose helis are good?

DONT TOUCH HIS SUNBURNT AND BLISTERING SHOULDERS RHODY EWWWW

+2 for cheeseburger yas

-2 for burger king ew

doesnt sheild deal with aliens not terrorists?

newsreels? hes not THAT old

+10000 for ACCOUNTABILITY AND RESPONSIBILTY WOOOOO

k hes obvi doing the best thing here and now everyone gets pissed for him TRYING TO SAVE PEOPLES LIVES EHY IS THAT BAD?????? HE ALREADY HAS a shit otn of money LET HIM BE

fuck u and ur segway obidiah

the other thing..... dont put ur name on it

jokes on u! it was alqueade

+100 for mad money reference!!!!!

...so pepper didnt know about it so whyd he blame her for .3 seconds?

pepper is useless omg PUT YOUR HANDS IN HIS CHEST

why did he say dont take out the magnet but all of a sudden u dont need it?

i wonder if they actually built robots for tonys btterfingers

rhodeys we need pilots speech was just proven again by the aircraft landing in the hudson

so non military= humanitarian now? and if so why that bad?

honestly surprised that jarvis isnt some hot lady voice

k raza with sunglasses= morpheus

why is the mask the most vital part for raza?

tony crashing into wall is why u should ALWAYS WEAR A HELMET KIDS

obadiah is NOT playing the piano

+2 for not trusting obidiah

daaaamn if thats 1% whats 100% capacity

and he still doesnt wear a helmet

k his eye holes are so small how can he actually see?

run before walking leads to lots of problems later in life tony

at leaast he checked atc

goddammkit u made smol child drop ice cream

beginners luck

rip that baby grand he probs didnt know how to play

+2 for that fire extinguisher

+50 for Pepper being a cutie with that gift

how does tony not have his liscence revoked? hes a shit driver and can hire a chaffeur

STAN LEE BABE

RIP COLESON OMG :'(

so just fire pepper and marry her

pepper is totally right and tony should seperate who actually matter to him

how is a lot of olives 3?

im not my company- THEN TAKE UR NAME OFF HOE

no, modern day hell s walking those 15 miles and watching a car and heli and camera lady who are fine and can get there in 20 minutes

i sincerely hope that these footages were planned and not real

is this the news or a documentary?

just realized he never gave pepper her drink lol

yeah, let the kids watch their dad get shot thats fine omg

after that hit, he looks like a lion

why did he say colonel rhodes form weapons development? that name isnt that common

there was 0 time for radio contact omg

the only thing i could think during this scene was SERPENTINE SERPENTINE SERPENTINE

k now im getting a lil tired of the electric guitar

finally obi has been outted geez

im feeling some west side story WITH snaps

why is raza telling obi what he ALREADY KNOWS CUZ THEYVE BEEN IN CONTACT

how has no one noticed that obi just GOES TO THE MIDDLE EAST LIKE ALL THE TIME

this scene between pepper and tony is THE MOTHER of cliched lines

WHY DIDNT SHE SHUT DOWN THE COMPUTER STUPID WEIRDO

he tried to push his hair back hahahaHAHAHAHAHhaha

not scraps obi.... he had his own stuff

im just imagining obi hidig under toys couch haha

that dick took his shirt!!!

yaas beethoven reference

props to makeup people for his paralysis on point!

sorry but paralysis seems to me like U CANT FING MOVE TONY

i thought the old reactor needed a magnet

OF ALL THE CARS TO STEAL RHODY YOU STEAL THE AUDI

goddman all these chains

JUMP SCARE COMING HAHA I KNEW IT

-2 awful jump scare

yes middle age mom- honk at the GIANT FING ROBOT

nooo not the hydrogen powered bus!

gooood iron freezes before stainless tell

daaamn obi is a real bad shot

and radiation now floods the malibu land area and thosands are illed thanks to tonys reactor

sk glad hes corrected the mediait aint iron

coleson never briefed tham

that was longer than 90 seconds

iron man- STOP TRYING TO BE BATMAN

great ending 10/10

affter credit scene: 10/10 avengers yay

[gftrfr]

Fucking bastard

I fucking hate my brother with every fiber of my being. He is a fucking selfish-rudeass-disrespectful-asshole-inconsiderate-closeminded bastard that I have ever known. He cursed at my dad and fucking told him to die. Fuck you! I wish everyday that it was you who died instead. Every argument that the family had with you, you always think your right but your not. Your arguments are out of this place and invalid! You think you've won every single argument because mom and dad don't talk back to you, the reason they don't talk back to you is because they're tired of you, YOU ARE NOT WORTH IT AND NOT WORTHY TO HAVE AN ARGUMENT WITH. You only think of your own perspective never thought of others' perspective.

People said we should adjust for your sake and try to understand you but we're not gonna do that anymore because why would we? Are we at fault, fuck no! You're not worth it and you never tried to understand anything or the situation we're in, you never have because you only thought about yourself!!! If you think everything is your fault, yes!! Yes, I fucking agree with you!! Its your fault dad died because you told him to die! We're short financially because you pushed to enroll in school even though mom and dad told you they are not yet ready but they will enroll you next academic year, but no, You insist on enrolling even though we had nothing, you sold things that dad worked so hard for to have and you just sold them like they were nothing!! Mom and dad had no choice to asked for money to other people for you to enroll and when dad's paycheck arrives we never got a chance to own it because we paid the people who we have debt to because we borrowed money from them because of you wanting to enroll, we could've used dad's paycheck for savings which could've help the family better but no, you're a selfish bastard and you never thought of that.

Another thing that I hate the most about you is that you going to church or just even praying. YOU'RE A FUCKING HYPOCRITE. Before dad died you told mom you don't believe in God or in Saints heck, you purposely grab a Mother Mary figurine/statue and smash it!! I mean who fucking does that? Are you one of the terrorist from Marawi who destroyed a church because its not their religion?!?! An Atheist doesn't do that, they have more respect than you ever have with God. And now, you're going to church, praying and making sign of the cross?!?!? HOW DARE YOU. DON'T YOU HAVE ANY SHAME?!?

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you and your fucking awful attitude. I hope you know if there is a way that we can disown you I will do it, but for mom's sake I'll wait for the right opportunity to do so. I hope you know that we are ashamed of you, mom and dad never raise you the person that you are now, thats on you, ALL YOU. They have nothing to do with who you are. Even our relatives know you, the fucking horrilbe person you. They don't like you, they just tolerate you sometimes they don't want to be with you in the same room because of who you are. I do hope that your girlfriend's family know the real you sooner, I don't know what facade or what kind of person are you showing to them but its as sure as hell is not the real you. I'm pretty sure you talk about us to your girlfriend but she doesn't know who you are and the things that you have done at our home and if she does find out who you are and the things you've done then sooner or later she's gonna leave but if not then that's the first person I know who stuck with a type of person you are.

They say I should just ignore and leave you alone because you are not worth it but one more disrespectful act towards mom I won't hesitate to fight you and kick you out and tell dad's sister the things you have done including what you told dad a week before he died and hopefully that will get them to stop helping you financially with your studies. And I will let anyone have their way with you, like punch you because of your actions, I will let them do whatever they want to you just so they can give you a taste of your own medicine. You claim you have a mental illness, please, you don’t know anything of having one! If you know, then why did you do what you did with dad?!?! You fucking asshole!!! Claiming to have a mental illness is not a fucking excuse to act like a fucking asshole you bastard!! YOU DON’T HAVE AN ILLNESS YOU HAVE A FUCKING ATTITUDE!! A BAD ONE! PROBABLY THE WORST!!!

There is a special place for people like you and that's HELL. GO TO HELL because that's where you belong.

[dawon]

Cruel Love (4)

Pairing: Hyuk(VIXX) x Reader x Hoseok(BTS)

Genre: gang au

Length: 4,100 words

Part: 4 / ?

Summary: “I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.”  — Warsan Shire

part 3 | part 5

You wake up as you usually did, the familiar nightmare jolting you awake.  Breathing hard you look around the room trying to find any time telling surface.  You look to the wall behind your desk knowing there is a clock there and squint your eyes.  

Curse your blackout curtains, you can't see a thing.  You blindly search around your body for you phone.  Shivering as the cold air of your office infiltrates the warm cocoon of blanket.  Your fingers finally wrap around your warm phone, it being lodged in the crack of the couch right under you, and turn the screen on.

You see a couple missed calls from N followed by almost a hundred texts, none belonging to Hoseok.  You clear your screen and check the time.  8:27 am.  You flop your head back down onto your pillow and stretch your arms above your head.  

After staring at the dark ceiling and the constant whining of your stomach you decide it's time for breakfast.  You decide you don't want to leave your room so you text Ken and tell him to bring it to you.  He kindly obliges and brings you food for the next two days while you ‘did paperwork’.  

That's how the next couple days went.  You not leaving your office.  Ken bringing you three meals a day all four hours apart precisely and kindly eating with you.  Constantly checking your phone for calls or texts from Hoseok, while ignoring ones from N.  

N usually comes to knock and plead at your closed door at least two times a day.  You learned from Yoongi that Hope hasn't been showing up lately, due to having business somewhere else that needs to be sorted.  You sigh loudly and continue editing business receipts and writing letters to other gang leaders.  

Thanks to your self lock up your gang is now all up to date on debts, current loans and deadlines.  Precisely at five o’clock you hear the secret knock on the door that you and Ken made up the other day.  You open the door for him and he quickly shuffles in, setting the food down and takes a seat on the couch.  

You sit on the opposite couch and begin eating.  “Thank you Ken”  You choke out, mouth filled with delicious food.  He rolls his eyes at your disgusting food filled mouth and starts to eat his own food.  “How are things today?”  You say after swallowing your food.  

“Good.”  He replies taking a sip from his cup.  “Hongbin is still holding tight, the sales in all districts are looking good.  Jimin and V miss you tremendously, they want you to watch them play their video game.”  

You nod encouraging him to continue.  He sighs.  “Still no sign of Hope.”  You look down.  “It’s not your fault Y/n.”  He says.  You nod but can't help but think it must have been something you did.  “There is a hockey game in a couple days.. Wanna go?  Just like old times?”  He asks trying to raise the mood.  You smile.  “That would be nice.  Thank you Ken.”

The next morning you woke up with tears running down your face.  You wipe your cheeks and trying thinking of anything other that the nightmares from last night.  They were worse than usual.  Last night not only did Hyuk die, but also Hoseok.  

You get up off the couch and walk to the bathroom and check your appearance.  You have dark circles and your hair's a mess.  You quickly brush your hair and wash your face after deciding you need a glass of water and some fresh air.  You slowly unlock your door just incase there is a sleeping N waiting for you.  

Slowly you poke your head out of the crack and look both ways down the hall before stepping out.  Silently tiptoeing down the hall you stop when you hear the voice of Yoongi.  “What do you mean you aren't coming today?  We almost have this guy cracked.”  A couple seconds of silence follows.  “Hope, where are you?  You have been gone for five days.”  

Hope is he ok?  “Are you sick?  What's wrong?”  More silence.  “Ok, well call me if you need anything.”  You hear him set his phone down and you peek around the corner.  You see Yoongi sitting at the middle barstool of the counter sipping from a mug, and by the smell in the room it's most likely coffee.  

You slowly walk towards him.  “Is Hope okay?”  You ask.  Yoongi jumps at the sound of your voice, not knowing you were near.  “I don't know.”  He shrugs.  “Says he has some things to do, can't come in today.”  You nod your head and walk to the refrigerator.  

“How are you boss?  Haven't seen you in a couple days.”  You ignore his question not wanting to explain yourself.  “How is Hongbin..?”  You ask shuffling through the contents of the fridge.  “He is tougher than he looks.”  He laughs.  

You mentally agree with him.  “He wouldn't have lasted so long in this business if he wasn't tough.”  You reply a smile gracing your face as you find what you were looking for.  You hear his stool scrape the tile floor.  “Speaking of Hongbin.  Gotta go boss.  Duty calls.”  You hear him call over his shoulder as he walks out the door.  

You close the fridge and open the adjoining freezer.  Grabbing your favorite flavor of toaster strudels you turn and walk to the toaster.  You pop them in and pull your phone out of your bra.  You open up Hoseok’s number and quickly type up a message.  

You:  I miss you.  Please come back.

You quickly tuck your phone back into your bra at the sound of fake coughing behind you.  You turn and lock eyes with the last person you wanted to see.  “Why have you been avoiding me Y/n?”

“I was disappointed in your attitude at the restaurant and didn't feel like seeing you at all.”  You shrug and turn around to face the toaster.  The room is silent and you almost thought he left until he spoke.  “Go out with me again.”  He says taking a step closer to you.  

You turn to look at him.  Disbelief gracing every feature of your face.  “Please.  Just one more chance.  Let me make it up to you.”  You laugh.  “So you can beat up another waiter?  I don't think so N.”  He runs his hand through his hair.  “Please.”  He whispers.  His voice sounds so broken and you swear there are tears in his eyes.  

“One more chance.  Just me and you.  We can go anywhere.  Anywhere you want.  I’ll even go through the Wendy’s drive through if that’s what you want.  Just go on one more date with me.”  You turn back around at the sound of the toaster popping.  “N you promised if I didn't want a second date you would be ok with that.”  

He grabs your shoulders and turns you to face him again.  “Tell me you don't want a second date.  Tell me you don't feel anything between us.”  “What are you talking about N?  We are just friends.”  He groans and turns away from you.  “What is so special about that boy?”  He asks.  “Who?”  “You know who!”  He yells.  

Turning to face you and punching the cabinet next to your head.  “That boy Hope.  What makes him so special.  I’ve been in love with you for years.  Years.  I've been by your side through all the ups and downs.   When Hyuk asked you out,  when you were accepted to your favorite university, when you went to tour europe and when Hyuk died.  That boy comes along for a week and he already has your heart?”  He was full on yelling at you.  

You can't say anything and just stare at him.  Thats a lot to take in.  One of your best friends loves you, has been in love with you for years.  “Do you love him?”  He asks softly.  Finally calming down a little.  “I don't know..”  You say.  “I don't know..”  He pushes you back hard against the cabinets.  

“Tell me the truth.  You love him don't you.”  You whimper as his grip on your arms goes from painful to extremely painful.  “N, you're hurting me..”  

“ANSWER ME.”  You can feel his hot breath as he yells.  “N let go.”  You whisper.  “Not until you answer me.”  You says.  His lips brushing the skin under your ear.  

“She said to let her go.”  Your heartbeat increases as you recognize the voice.  N lets go of your shoulders and turns to face Hope.  He scowls and starts to walk towards the door bumping Hoseok’s shoulder.  “You are going to regret this Y/n.”  He calls over his shoulder.  “Soon you'll realize that you are meant to be with me.”  Then he was gone.

You made eye contact with Hoseok before turning around to finish making your breakfast.  He stood behind you silently observing you.  You picked up your plate and made your way to the living room closely followed by him.  You were relieved to see Jimin and V sitting on the couch already watching some TV game show.  You plopped down right in between them.  

“Boss what are you doing?”  Jimin groans.  Scooting away from you rubbing his leg.  “If you wanted us to move you could have just asked.”  V whines stretching his leg out in front of him.  

“Sorry I just missed you two rascals.”  You pout looking at them both.  “Whatever..”  Jimin mumbles before returning his attention to the TV.  You finish eating and place the plate on the side table.  You can feel Hoseok staring at you.  

You ignore his gaze and lay down on the two boys next to you.  Your head resting on Jimin’s lap and legs resting on V’s lap.  “Y/n.. Can we talk?”  Hoseok asks, but you ignore him, keeping your eyes glued to the TV.  You can see Jimin and V exchanging confused glances so you pull out your phone and set up a group chat between you and the two boys.  

You:  Please don't leave me alone with him. V:  Why? You:  He has been ignoring me for the past five days so i'm just returning the favor. Jimin:  That's not very nice Boss. V:  He has been staring at you for the past hour.  Just talk to him. You:  No.  I won't give in so easily. V:  He is seriously starting to creep me out. Jimin:  Me too. You:  Just ignore him. V:  I’m trying.  His eyes are just so big. You:  He has pretty eyes. V:  Pretty?... Boss.. Jimin:  Do you have a crush?? You:  NO why does everyone keep asking me that? Jimin:  You totally do V:  Our little boss is growing up so fast.. You:  Shut up.  I don't like him… that much.. V:  You gotta tell him!  Its obvious he likes you. You:  I barely know him.   Jimin:  Good luck boss. You:  What?  I'm not going to tell him.

Before you could even send the message you were being lifted and moved as the two giggling boys ran off down the hall.  You quickly realized what the ‘Good luck boss.’ was about.  You silently curse the boys and stand up.  

“Y/n..”  He says.  You can't look at him.  You look and you crack.  “What.”  You respond.  “Look at me..”  You shake your head.  “Please look at me.”  You start to walk away when you feel his wrist on your arm.  

“I’m so sorry I left.  I'm back now though.”  You pull your arm away.  “Why should I care if you left?”  You say starting to walk back to your office.  “It's not like we are in a relationship.”  You walk faster.  

You walk into your office and quickly turn to close the door.  The door is almost closed when a hand stops the door from moving.  “Don't you want to know why I was gone?”  He puts his hand through the crack of the door showing you the screen of his phone.  

There on his phone screen was a box of baby kittens.  You stare at his phone confused.  “I was driving to my house when I saw them in the street.  Their mom got ran over and they were all cuddling up to her dead body.  It kinda reminded me of myself.  My mom also died when I was younger.  So I have been.. I guess raising them..  I was planning on coming back as soon as I found them someplace to stay.”  

You open the door wider, looking up at him.  “Why didn't you answer my texts?”  You ask.  He says nothing.  You can't help it anymore.  You step forward wrapping your arms around his waist.  He hugs you tighter pushing you into the room so he can close the door.  

“I'm so scared..”  You mumble into his chest.  “I'm so scared of these things i'm feeling.”  You lift your head from his chest looking up at him.  “Why did you ignore me so long?”  You ask.  

“I was mad..”  He sighs.  “How can you like a guy like N?  He is such a jerk.  You deserve so much better.”  You laugh.  

“I don't like N like that..”  You unwrap your arms from his waist.  You walk to your computer desk and sit down.  “You don't?”  He asks.  You shake your head and turn on the computer.  

“Did you find the kittens a place to stay?”  You turn your eyes on him.  “Yeah.  The neighbor has a cat that lost all her kittens recently.”  He says with a smile.  “The cat is treating them as if they are her own!  Isn't that so cool!”  

You smile at how happy he is.  He tells you all about the kittens and how you have to come see them.  You smile and nod your head but don't have the heart to tell him that you are allergic to cats.  “Hoseok..”  You say looking away from the computer screen.  

“How did you get into this business?  You don't seem like the type who comes looking for it.”  He looks down at his feet.  He seems so innocent.  So pure.  Why is he here.  You are torn away from your thoughts by your phone ringing.  “Ken.”  You say into the phone turning your chair away from Hoseok.  

“Hey boss.. I'm going to have to cancel our hockey date.. Something came up and I gotta take care of it.”  “What's wrong Ken?”  You ask.   “uggghhh….”  You can hear the faint chants of ‘don't tell her’  ‘she'll kill us!’  ‘please don't tell!  I'll be your servant for a week.’  You smile.  

“They broke the TV again didn't they.”  He laughs nervously.  “haha.. I gotta go.. The tickets are on the counter if you want to take someone else.  Maybe next time. Bye.”  

You laugh at his flustered state.  You turn back around and look at Hope waiting for him to continue.  He was silent leaving you once again to your thoughts.  You were really looking forward to going..  You haven't been to a hockey game in so long.  

“Who was that?”  he asks avoiding your earlier question.  “Ken.  He cancelled our hockey night.”  You say with disappointment lacing your voice.  “You like hockey?”  He asks.  You nod your head.  “I do too!  I’ll go with you if that's okay.”  

“You wanna go to a hockey game?”  He nods.  “Sure why not!  I haven't been in years!”  You smile and stand up walking around your desk and grabbing his hand.  “Well then!  Let's go!”

You drove this time.  Not wanting to risk your life for a hockey game.  You arrived just on time.  Not too late and not to early.  You hand the ticket man your tickets and he gives you the vague directions to find your seats.  

Luckily you used to come here a lot and know exactly where your seats are.  You sit down instantly becoming entranced in the game, barely noticing when Hoseok taps your shoulder mumbling something about going to buy snacks.  You stand up and cheer loudly as your favorite team scores the first goal.  

He hands you some nachos which you thank him for.  You almost drop your nachos from cheering loudly when your favorite player does a sick body check.  Hoseok just smiles at you and takes another bite from his burger.  

He was very much enjoying your enthusiasm for the game.  You finish your nachos just before half-time.  You watch the big screen as they replay the highlights of the game.  You like when they show the goals in slow motion.  Your smile only gets wider when the mascot comes out and does his signature dance.  He climbs up into the stands when his dance is over and starts to hug and high five all the excited kids.  

Your eyes are glued to the sweet faces of the children when you hear the chant that means your favorite part of the night, hands down, has began.  ‘Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss’  You join in with the chant looking up to the couple on the Kiss Cam.  Your jaw drops when you look at the screen immediately recognizing the two faces, one being your own face.  The other being the boy next to you.  You turn to look at Hoseok and see his face is as red as a tomato.  An idea immediately forms in your mind and a sly smile finds its way onto your face.

‘Kiss kiss’  You close your mouth. ‘Kiss kiss’  You smile at him.  ‘kiss kiss’  You grab his red face intertwining your fingers with his soft hair.  ‘Kiss kiss’  You lean in close enough so your noses are touching.  ‘Kiss kiss’  You shift your head so your lips barely touch his before you whisper,  “There is sesame seed on your lip.”  You press your lips to his in a chaste kiss.  

You can barely hear the cheering from all the fans over the sound of blood pumping in your ears.  You enter your own world as the crowd loses interest, the screen moving to the next couple.  You pull away, looking straight into his eyes.  “But don’t worry, I got it.”  

You couldn't look at him for the rest of the game.  A couple minutes after the kiss it finally sunk in.  You kissed Hoseok.  In front of all these people.  And you liked it… a lot.  You wanted to do it again.  You felt your heart skip a beat at the thought of his lips on yours again.  If only for a second.  

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye every couple seconds but he never moved.  His body facing forward eyes glued to the game.  Ahhh why did you have to do these kinds of things.  Your mind was all over the place.  Thinking of excuses as to why you didn't resist the crowds peer pressure.  

‘I was just giving the crowd what they wanted?  You don't want to be the couple that won't kiss and gets food thrown at them do you?’  It's not like you could just tell him that you wanted to kiss him,  you have wanted to kiss him ever since that game of laser tag.  What if he has a girlfriend?  Maybe that's why he is acting so weird?  No.. He wouldn’t be hanging out with me all the time if he did.. Would he?  

You looked back over at him just studying his side profile.  You didn't try to hide the fact you were staring at him.  You wanted him to turn.  To look at you.  He didn’t though.  His eyes stayed glued to the match.  You sigh and turn your attention back to the game.  Noticing there was only about  a minute left and your team was up by two points.  You had been lost in your thoughts for a long time.  

You get up and walk through the aisle towards the exit.  You mutter a quick excuse to Hoseok as you passed not even looking at his confused face.  You walk to the bathroom studying your face in the mirror.  You run your hands through your hair and let out a loud groan.  

You pull your phone out sending a quick text to him telling him you would be waiting in the car and that he can come out whenever he is ready.  You slowly walk through the hot humid air coming to an abrupt stop as you lay eyes on a figure leaning up against your car.  You stay still eyeing the figure as they stand up straight and turn to face you.  

“Took you long enough, i've been out here for almost ten minutes.”  Your body relaxes at the familiar voice but soon tenses up once again, this time in anger.  “You scared the crap out of me Hoseok.”  You lunge forward hitting him hard in the arm.  

He just laughs and waits for you to unlock the car before ducking through the door.  You stand there for a couple seconds staring up at the dark sky filled with bright stars.  I can't lose him.  I have to apologize.  

You start the car and busy your hands with adjusting the air conditioner, changing the radio station and buckling your seatbelt.  You adjust your mirror before letting out a sigh.  Do it.  “Hoseok i’m sorry for kissing you like that back there.”  He doesn't move.  

“Why would you be sorry?”  He asks.  “I… I kissed you without your permission, I should have asked if you wanted to.  You probably have a girlfriend and now you have to go and tell her and I might have ruined your whole relationship.. I just don't want to ruin what we have….”  

He cuts you off with his soft lips pressed firmly against yours.  “I don't have a girlfriend,”  He says pulling back.  “And nothing you do will ever ruin what we have.”  He leans in lightly brushing his lips against yours once more.  He abruptly pulls away.  

You open your eyes wide in shock.  “I love this song!”  He yells as he cranks up the volume and sends a wink your way.  You can't help the cheek splitting smile that graces your face for the entire drive home.  

You told him he didn't have to but he insisted on walking you to your room.  You stop at your door slowly opening it just incase N was sleeping.  You were happy when you saw N wasnt lying in his bed but that soon faded when you realized you would have to sleep alone tonight.  

You stretched your arms above your head and plopped down onto your bed.  You felt the bed dip at the foot and looked up to see Hoseok sitting criss cross.  You sit up and plug your phone into the charger on your nightside table a thought running through your mind.  

“Do you have a room at the warehouse Hoseok?”  You ask.  He nods his head.  “Yeah my room is right next to Yoongi’s.”  You bust out laughing.  “You don't stay in your room often do you.”  You knowingly smile at him and he returns it.  

“That guy never sleeps.  Always playing music and talking to himself.  He is so loud.”  You can see the slight irritation on his face as he recalls the noise.  You let out a yawn and he hops off your bed.  “I’ll let you go to sleep.  You know where to find me if you need anything.”  

He turns and takes a step towards the door.  “Wait..”  You call.  He turns back staring at you with large doe eyes.  “Don’t laugh.. But ever since the Hyuk incident I get really bad nightmares..  That's why I share a room with N..  I don’t like being alone..”  You didn't realize he was already by your side hand cupping your cheek wiping away the tears you didn't know where falling.  

“Do you want me to stay with you?” He asks.  You nod your head.  “Just until I fall asleep and then you can leave..”  He takes off his shoes and lifts the blanket for you to slide under.  He lays on top of the blankets.  Leaning up on one elbow to look at you.  

“I’ll stay as long as you want.”  He says as he turns off the bedside lamp.  You can feel his body warmth through the covers and it isn't long before you are falling into the first peaceful sleep you have had in months.  

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