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fourpsycho20 · 3 months ago

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*Big large massive GULP.*

I'm gonna dump the entire contents of Ethan's YFM Bible here.

Key:

Italics - Decent canonical basis.

Bold - Fanon that’s not mine.

Plain text - I pulled this out of my ass.

Collectively 👾

The biggest rule here is- They DO all CARE for each other. Two of them are just too bitchy to admit it.

As in, Axel and Puff don’t actually hate Benatar. It’s just a bro thing to be incredibly rude to your friends.

The OTHER biggest rule is that they’re all grown ass adults who ACT like grown ass adults.

I gave them all varying levels of autism. I do that to characters I love. Because yes.

In my interpretation, they’re the same people across all generations, redesigns be damned.

These four men can absolutely TEAR UP a hotel room I’ll tell you what.

None of them have any music in common except for mysteriously Weezer. Why do they all like Weezer? Great question. Probably the autism.

None of them have ever voted. Puff, DeeJay, and Axel because they don’t give a fuck about politics, and Benatar because somebody convinced him that he can’t vote because he’s British.

In-universe, they’re only modestly successful. The “soul-crushing gigs at dive bars” usually sell out but most of the time when they play big venues there’s like a bunch of empty seats.

The crowd, however small it is, gets super into it. Puff has lost a few shoes because of these freaks.

… the collective autism I gave them kicks in at the concerts, too.

They make sure to limit the lights so it’s not super bright in their eyes.

When Epileptic Techno gets performed, they point the strobes at the audience. At least one seizure has happened because of that.

Alien (Unplugged) was performed at a charity event.

I have headcanons for their Smash mains for… some reason.

Puff mains Fox because he’s an annoying mfer and so is Fox. Plus he sees his retroness as a status symbol.

DeeJay mains Pikachu, not because he’s a high-tier character, but rather he just really likes Pikachu.

Axel mains Ridley because he’s cool. I could also see him maining Bayonetta because he’s the “I love the kind of woman who could actually just kill me” type

Benatar mains Duck Hunt because he believes the whole “nobody mains Duck Hunt” thing and he felt bad.

None of these four can grow passable body hair. Low testosterone ahh mfers.

All four of them saw Barbie back in 2023.

In-universe, they have an animation team. A lot of the art style swappery unfortunately didn't happen.

They bully children on roblox >:)

All their avatars are defaults except Benatar who actually goes out of his way to buy robux and customize and the others laugh at him for it.

The demons said they all have the yippie eyes under their hair/glasses.

Puff Puff 🎤

He got the neurodivergence. Autism and ADHD, in specific.

Spends a concerning amount of time on TikTok being a grown-up green screen kid. (I am judging this off the YFM YouTube shorts)

Consumes a concerning amount of true crime. But like the ai true crime slop he doesn’t have the attention span for a documentary.

(Cough cough like the ai true crime slop Ray William Johnson has reduced himself to)

Blind as fuck without those glasses. He doesn’t deserve to see.

Cuffs his jeans inward so it looks like they fit him.

Thinks he can full-combo Rap God. Will only try it when drunk.

He could probably do it sober

Fell for a few too many “hot milfs in your area” ads so now any computer he’d have is just full of viruses.

Bisexual- will never admit that to himself.

Plays off his attraction to men as a joke.

One of those people who will just occasionally say something earth-shatteringly traumatizing when it’s left quiet for too long.

Is a gamer and thus has poor diet and hygiene.

Forced the other 3 into a Minecraft SMP so he can be a griefer in creative ways

Like he taught himself redstone just to fuck with the others.

Skateboards on occasion. He’s not very coordinated so it’s not often.

Animals love him for some reason.

I think he’d be one of those guys who makes his friends in the Sims and takes away the pool ladder when they make him mad.

Honestly I like to see him as someone who’s smarter than he lets on but not like in everything

Say if you give him a random algebra problem. He is NOT solving it.

On the flip side, he could probably name at least a few of the stars on any given night.

His fatal flaw is that he really really hates himself. He plays it off like a joke or “oh it’s just for the song” but he fucking hates himself.

Cries at the end of sad movies but plays it off like he doesn’t.

Owns like a whole closet full of identical red hoodies

And a few different hoodies you won’t catch him wearing

I like to think he owns one of those galaxy pattern hoodies that were cool in 2018

Oh oh and the purple striped hoodie RWJ wore back in the Fatty Spins days (look up Doin Your Mom).

Writes lyrics on his palms like B Rabbit in 8 Mile

Thinks he’s really good at impressions

My basis is Puppet Breakup (criminally underrated by the way)

He also can do a scarily accurate impression of Benatar’s speaking voice.

Can’t fucking stand still the rest of the band have gotten used to his dumb rapper poses.

Holds grudges like crazy. (Time is NOT an apology)

Puff is super weird about eye contact and was pissed when the other three changed their hairstyles so you could see their eyes.

Has great memory for the wrong things.

Watches South Park and other such cartoons that say fuck.

I imagine him being the one that screams during horror movies

On occasion, instead of a normal encore, Puff just goes out by himself. What an asshole.

When he’s at work, he spits in the drinks of douchebag customers.

Him and Benatar reviewbomb places they don’t like on Yelp. Puff leaves nonsense reviews that make no sense because usually he ain’t actually angry.

Goes to unreasonable lengths to avoid asking for help when trying to reach high up things. (The others think it’s funnier this way)

His favorite song he’s made is My Balls.

His pants sag no matter how much effort he puts into making them not sag.

DeeJay 🎧

Regardless of what Puff says, DeeJay is the most important part of the band. He just lets Puff label himself the leader to protect his delusions of grandeur.

He’s also the techie guy of the band. Not because he's some master hacker or anything, he just has basic knowledge of computers and machines and cars so the other three go to him for help when the technology isn't technologing. (Most of the time it's a turn it off and back on again thing).

He also has a habit of disappearing and appearing in places super silently like some sort of mysterious entity. Lots of "holy shit you startled me didn't see you there" moments.

He’s the one who the others go to for relationship advice since he has this mysterious rizz.

Will listen to anything music-wise. His favorite genre is electronic/techno stuff.

Can pick up most instruments and play pretty well for like one song at a time.

Somehow a genwunner (Pokemon-wise) even though he's a bit too young to be.

Him, Puff, and Benatar all had an odd fixation on aliens during most of high school. They thought of the name by just collectively going “ah yes martian”

DeeJay thinks vocal distortion is funny for some reason, leading to a lot of the earlier songs (where he had more creative control) having these goofy ass voices in them.

Still close with his cousin obviously. They communicate through FaceTime.

Sprays the others with a squirt bottle when they’re out of line. Sometimes Benatar is allowed to use it.

Sends the groupchat horrible images to try and make them laugh.

He has two big weaknesses. One is his masculinity is super fragile, the other is that he knows everything about everyone else but never really puts himself first.

Straight. Gets a lot of girls.

Wouldn’t say he’s a big eater (Axel is though) but I like to see him as the foodie type. Take him for a meal and he’ll review it.

(This is based on what his voice actor does)

Likes board games. Nobody else takes it seriously though.

Kinda prone to overstimulation. His headphones are noise-cancelling.

He could beat you up. But he won’t.

No filter in the sense that he’s blunt as hell.

Gets up at the ass crack of dawn on tour, sleeps in till like 9 on the chill days.

Has a concerning spice tolerance.

Benatar 🎸

Specifically trained himself to NOT sound Bri’ish when singing British people usually keep their accent when singing.

He’s actually not that innocent. Ben seems like the innocent one but actually he is JUST as unrelentingly horny as the rest of them. He’s just classy enough to not be weird about it like Puff and Axel.

In the Friend Zone video he pulls out the lotion as soon as the pink haired girl walked away he was touching himself I don’t know what else to tell ya.

Is the only one who actually knows how to tie a tie. If the others wore ties in a music video, he tied them for them (except Axel he thinks he’s a big boy he is NOT a big boy).

Learns instruments when bored. Keytar, guitar, piano, probably ukulele, I like the idea of him playing violin in school, perhaps accordion…

Pays for the Netflix account.

Says “bruv” when there’s a bruh moment.

Likes to go to isolated places and strum out sad songs. The others think it’s not normal.

Suffers from “I can’t take this off” syndrome with his tie

Thinks cleaning is fun. He like sings and stuff.

Says he likes personality in a girl but actually likes the boobs (my basis for this is ‘Real Girl’)

Watches Eurovision for the music

I see him as a rhythm gamer. He’s got like 3 piano tiles games downloaded on his phone. He’s good at Guitar Hero too. Give his ass a different kind of game and he’d suck though.

I like to think he’s actually pretty toned despite how twinkish and skinny he looks.

Bi, leans towards women.

Sounds less British when he’s angry

Sings in the shower.

Paints but only sometimes because he thinks he’s bad at it.

Benatar is a mononym. What’s his last name? He’ll never tell.

Keeps little pink flowers around to remind him of the friend zone girl.

Gets freckles when exposed to too much sun.

Packs snacks to bring backstage after shows.

He attempts to write poems and it always ends up the most corny bullshit ever.

His favorite YFM song is Alien.

The lyrics to the song Real Girl actually started off as a stupid pretentious poem by Benatar.

But unfortunately Ben had a cold, so he made Puff sing his stupid love song.

You can’t tell me Benatar is NOT rich boy coded. I won’t believe you.

I think his hair would be stiff from all the products he uses.

Axel ��

Axel struggles with facial expressions. In most of the older MVs, I like to think he's having a good time even though he's frowning. It's just his natural state.

Got ‘roided up like crazy between Gen 1 and Gen 2 YFM if we’re counting them as the same person. Gen 1 Axel was pretty buff but I’m thinking his motivation was that his hard work wasn’t showing enough.

Metalocalypse is a work of high art to him. (And me…)

It’s giving “Monster Energy drinker”

Sleepwalks on occasion and ends up doing the most random things

Has no affiliation with vikings or anything just wears the helmet because he thinks it’s metal

Will sic Vincent on his bandmates when he’s bored (mostly Benatar because he’s “annoying”)

Eats things straight out of the jar/can/container always. Every food item in that bus is crawling with Axel germs. And also things that aren’t food.

This juice is bangin yo! (That’s paint, asshole)

Do you think he showers? His ass does not shower like ever even Puff showers more than him

Dyslexic

He never got a diagnosis because these mfers can’t afford a psychologist why do you think the trauma song is a thing?

So he owns an electric guitar. Yeah uh he can’t play it he only purchased it to look metal it’s basically Benatar’s guitar.

When the rest of them are playing video games they hand him an unplugged controller (Puff doesn’t like losing to him) and he’s none the wiser.

Makes toast on the stove (this came from my friend Axel if they’re the same person bro I’ll fucking take it)

Has started at least one house fire

Unlike Puff who says traumatizing things when left quiet too long, Axel drops weirdly profound truth bombs and wisdom when things are left in silence.

Likes Kirby but that doesn’t make him any less metal he swears up and down

Birds are mysteriously drawn to Axel. Specifically birds of prey. They like his mysterious eclectic giver of the absolute shittiest advice ever vibe.

Straight but $20 is $20.

Probably eats things off the ground… “5 second rule!”

Actively watches freaky ass anime. Sometimes in front of the others.

Does not own a single pair of matching socks.

Snores REALLY loud.

Axel draws. I like to think he actually did most of the cartooning that transpired in the Real Girl video. (Benatar draws too but he does more realism.)

I make the skull on his shirt emote because that’s a silly thing to do.

#yfm #your favorite martian #headcanons #like a LOT of headcanons

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chidoroki · 2 years ago

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182 Days of TPN - Day 182

Epilogue: "Dreams Come True"

I'm gonna be honestly with y'all, no matter how many times I've read through this chapter over the last couple days to try and prepare myself, all my thoughts and comments are still so similar to what I originally wrote two years ago. I doubt anything I say now could top it but I'll apologize in advance if I really do sound like a broken record this time since my feelings regarding this beautiful finale really haven't changed since then. I'll start off with saying that I am a tiny bit bummed that we never got the chance to see the children explore the large city they arrived in, but the second season's ending slideshow sorta filled in that need for me. While the city is definitely a complete contrast to what they were used to living in back in the demon world, I love they all decided to create their own little village around where Emma lives. That'll definitely make her feel more at ease with being somewhere she's familiar with and I'm sure a majority of the kids fancy the wildlife surrounding them too, especially Ayshe and the dogs. Let's not forget how impressive it is that these kids were able to build so many houses on their own as well! And the idea of them taking turns to visit Emma so she doesn't get overwhelmed with so much attention at one given time makes me so happy. Speaking of our girl, she looks so pretty! She definitely looks like the Emma we've come to know and love with that big smile on her face (even if seeing her without her iconic 63194 still upsets me a little) while looking fondly at new photos of her large family. Sure, anyone in this world could've taken the photos, but of course I headcanon that it was Ray who purchased a new camera to do so.

Emma's face here is damn hysterical and Phil looks so proud of himself for surprising her. Seeing these young kids casually riding on top of a plane that large is truly quite a remarkable sight, but she had to at least hear that thing flying closer, yea? No way something that huge can sneak up on someone.

It is so darn cute how the younger kids act like buying a plane that size and flying it everywhere they go is totally normal. Their chill attitude has poor Emma completely speechless. I'm so proud of her for learning everyone's names though, not only by recognizing their faces but their voices too as she knew it was Phil calling to her from outside. Seeing Violet become a pilot is surprising but the job fits Oliver very well since he was typically seen holding onto a plane toy during numerous Goldy Pond flashbacks. Looks like he achieved his dream and I'm happy for him!

I'm even more excited to see Chris feeling 100% better and finally reuniting with Emma! It's sweet how he still loves her so much regardless her lost memories. I'm only noticing now but it appears Jemima even brought flowers for Emma? Ahh, these kids are too precious for words!

It's crazy how they're able to visit so many different places and experience countless new things all in the span of one single day, but I suppose traveling is pretty simple with a plane like that, not to mention how this world doesn't have any national borders to worry about. Seeing Yvette get inspiration and sketch everything she sees is adorable and of course you have Ray being the strict older sibling who makes sure everyone else behaves while out in public. I still wish more of the Goldy Pond kids were invited to join the trip, but I understand how meaningful it is to see all the GF escapees finally live out their dreams which they shared with us at the very beginning of the story.

One of the most ridiculous and funniest things this extra chapter reveals to us and Emma is how Norman became the leading man behind some huge multipurpose company. I know his motive was to act independently from the Ratri clan (which is fair because I wouldn't wanna rely on those bastards either) but at least have the company be a fresh idea in his mind or a little new, not hit us with his total success right outta the gate! I can accept this life for him further into the future for sure, but not at 15/16 years old! You're still a child sir! Dude must have really loved hearing others refer to him as "boss." Vincent would obviously be okay with that and I imagine Ray making fun of Norman each time, or jokingly calling him "emperor" like he did in one of volume 15's extra pages. Speaking of my boy, he looks way too chill and perhaps unbothered about this whole idea, or maybe he's just so used to his friends having crazy idea that he's become immune and knows deep down there's no way he can change their minds once they get this passionate about something. Even though this chapter is primarily focused on the GF children, it's nice to learn more about what Nigel and Sony are up to nowadays with their new roles.

Hearing how Norman was capable of skipping grades and essentially graduating is the most believable thing about this page. I'm sure the schools in the human world were nothing compared to the difficult tests he passed with ease at GF and Lambda. I'm relieved he and the rest of the Lambda crew are healthy as well, but I can't imagine him recovering while simultaneously constructing a large company from the ground up. Perhaps he focused on getting better first and then started on his career path, but then I'd have a harder time believing this boy managed to do so in less than two years, depending how long it took for him to fully recover beforehand. Norman is definitely a force to be reckoned with.

Moving onto everyone's wishes now and ooohhh my, the girls look simply gorgeous!! I love each of their outfits so very much! I especially like how often Anna has her hair up in that ponytail too. It suits her and she's beautiful! And it's adorable how she and Gilda pull Emma along with them so they can all take advantage of the 3-for-1 deal. Emma looks great in her new outfit too but I very much prefer her previous one, only because it's reminiscent of her GP out a little bit. So happy our little musician was able to witness an opera too. I've been to several Broadway plays and musicals before but seeing an opera is still on my checklist for sure.

I gotta give kudos to all the children because while it's certainly insane how they're hitting everyone's dreams all in one day, not once do they ever look exhausted. They're having the time of their lives and are beaming with excitement no matter if they're fulfilling their wish or someone else's. Some of their wishes are really simple too if ya think about it, like a handful are things us readers could try out for ourselves, but after all the drama they fought through in the demon world, they absolutely deserve to enjoy everything this world has to offer them. I'm once again loving Ray being that caring older brother who makes sure his younger siblings don't exert themselves. Not to mention how damn hilarious it is to see him not even flinch while touring the haunted house. After the traumatizing childhood he lived through and the wacko world of the Seven Walls, nothing should frighten my boy, so I'd like to imagine he only entered the haunted house to look out for the younger child like Rossi and Alicia who are absolutely regretting their life choices. What matters is that Yvette is loving every moment of her wish and possibly laughing at her sibling's expense.

Despite mentioning how we could visit such places ourselves, I have yet to actually go watch an official soccer game, visit a hot spring or eat lunch in such gardens. I mean, I visited such botanical gardens down in the city but not once have I ever had a fancy picnic there! These young kiddos are out here making me jealous for real. I still find it so amusing that Rossi, a child who had fled from actual demons before, is amazed by dinosaurs. I guess it would be interesting to see such creatures whether they're alive or not. As of this previous weekend I can say I finally rode one of those old style trains as well, but Phil is way more excited about the adventure than I could ever be. So glad this moment of his was sorta animated, though he wasn't bouncing in his seat as wildly as he is here.

Everyone has these grand experiences in mind for their wish and Norman is over here just vibing with his two favorite people. It's real definitely simple compared to everything else but with how often the trio was forcefully separated throughout the story I know how much he doesn't wanna feel that pain ever again.

While I love how excited Emma was upon seeing the giraffes, I'm certain her reaction was due to seeing these animals up close for the first time. Of course I'd be ecstatic if our girl would slowly gain back some of her memories over time, they choose to show us the anxieties she probably feels every day about whether or not she's really Emma deep down and if she should act like the girl her family loves so much or just be her new self.

Phil being that one good boy who chooses to focus on Emma and her sudden mood switch while she's battling herself in her head.

I wanna say "oh sweetheart, you're anything but alone," but I know her amnesia makes her feel as if she's isolated from her family by not being able to remember every detail about them, the experiences they shared, or her true feelings. She can imagine this giraffe wish would've made her old self happy, since everyone else's wishes brought such big smiles onto their faces, but that's because they all wished for these kinds of moment their entire lives. New Emma is hearing about this dream for the first time and has no clue on how to react to a wish that isn't truly her own. She's probably even feels a little scared that she won't come across as genuine about the idea and she doesn't wanna disappoint her family by not living up to their expectations of what the original Emma would've done in her situation now. It really breaks my little heart to see her doubt herself so much when she literally has the greatest family in the world who would accept her regardless of what she acts like or feels.

One might think that Emma yelled so loudly to try to convince herself and her family that she's really excited about this wish, but to her surprise, she's rewarded with beautiful laughs. Once they arrived, Emma asked if her dream was to see a giraffe but no one bothered to correct her about how original Emma always wanted to ride one instead. To see this Emma reach deep down into her heart and shout with such confidence about what she really wanted to do is perfect in every way, so little does she know that her reaction was exactly what her family expected of her and they couldn't be more delighted to hear such words come from her again.

I'm in love with her adorable, surprised face and how she's in complete awe to learn that perhaps she and the original Emma are more alike that she's realized.

Aahhh it thrills me to no end that this little joke from all the way back from the first chapter is exactly how this series ends. We're coming fill circle baby!

Favorite panel/moment:

Oh no way, Ray's wish as my favorite? Wow, who could've possibly guessed that? Not to show any dislike towards the Mona Lisa or anything, but I'm very glad the story chooses to show us the kids visiting the Sagrada Familia way better. The architecture of this damn thing is impressive and it's insane how it looks this breathtaking despite it not being completely finished yet.

More importantly, this smile of Ray's is the most precious and beautiful thing I've ever set my eyes on! He's probably filled with so much emotion just by standing in a place he never imagined himself to be. He believe he was gonna die a long time ago but now that all his trauma is behind him and he fought his way to freedom, he's so grateful he's alive to actually see this gorgeous structure actually in front of him and realize that all the hardships he fought through alongside his family was truly worth all the effort. This face of his has absolutely lived rent free in my head these past couple years.

BEST GIRL!! I am so incredibly happy and proud of you that you achieved your dreams!! Truly inspirational and she undoubtedly keeps her top spot as my favorite shonen protagonist.

And with all that, I can finally say: End of series.

Seriously though, thank y'all so much for reading through all this, whether you were here from the very start back in April or ya caught interest somewhere down the line, I appreciate every single one of you! I dunno exactly when these posts went from a couple short comments to full length chapter reviews, so I apologize for all my rambling since I honestly didn't intend to write out such long posts. I literally couldn't help it. The love I have for this series is as strong as ever and I'm very surprised that even after these last couple years I still somehow manage to learn or notice new stuff about this world and these characters. One of the many benefits to reading through this story at a slower pace I suppose, and wouldn't you know it? Today is the perfect day to experience it all over again from the beginning.

(Yes, having the project end today was 100% planned from the start.)

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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siimjaeyun · 3 years ago

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eight! : back to square one

synopsis: you've been head over heels for jake, your brother's best friend since middle school; the poor boy has received way too many of your love letters that are stacked up in the corner of his room. and yet, he strikes you down every single time, but being stubborn is both a blessing and curse because when you catch him in a bad mood one day, he takes your heart and breaks it in the span of a few words. and yet, there he is wondering why he's so upset over your new friendship with the transfer student.

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with his head in the clouds, jake had not been himself in the last two weeks. his aim was worsening and frankly his coach was on his ass for not being the same soccer super star he is.

jake sim was not himself.

he was set on redeeming himself and his first start was breaking up with hyena, the girl he couldn't stand by any means.

yeah, she was nice or whatever, but she was too controlling and considered herself the best in the world. according to jake, she was wrong.

when jay's offer to go to their normal joint comes by, he takes it without question. he plans to enjoy himself and maybe solicit jays help on the way, or well that was the plan anyway.

the smell of old grease hit his nostrils when he hears the familiar bell, reminding him of every time he'd stop by with his normal group, including sunghoon.

they head to a booth in the back, expecting it to be disoccupied by how hidden the spot was. but considering a new set of nerves was starting to build, he'd have to think again.

jake was welcomed to his bestfriend hanging with you, felix, and your other friends. sunoo could only glance at him while delivering you a look.

"what are you guys doing here?" jay asks directly.

"ahh we came here to introduce felix to the spot, he's been wanting to get familiar with things." you respond signaling the others to make room for the both of them.

jay is the first to sit down and at noticing jake's hesitancy, sunghoon flicks his arm to get his attention to join them.

this was progress and although he'd expect to enjoy a normal conversation, it was quiet until sunoo and riki lightened the mood by sharing stories about all the men yujin and bahiyyih have liked.

yes, things were awkward, but at least he'd prefer to be back to square one than square zero.

--- taglist: @sleepyenhasasha @enhacolor @mochisnlix @nyfwyeonjun @jaeviez @yizhoutv @enheyy @c9tnoos @ncityy04 @leeis @fionathebanana @tomorrowbymoa-together @90sni-ki @alo-ehas @jakesim-p @ielaa @theskzvibe [temp closed]

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #heeseung #jungwon #sunghoon #jay #enhypen riki #jake imagines #enhypen smau

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crimsonandcloverwrites · 4 years ago

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ok bhah ch1 reread thought dump lets goooo

@youngbloodbuzz @romanitwontletmetagyouuuu??? thank u for writing this. in return I gift u this lightly unhinged commentary

oh the opening quote “Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home?” violence

lmao ok I started this ages ago and then got distracted for a week because that’s just who I am as a person lets try that again

eddie n his glowing glasses nice we love a canon nod

ok I remember getting really emotional reading the chapter where Dani’s car died bc of what it represented to her n now I’m being reminded of it all again with the ‘poor little car’ comment oh dear we’re like 2 paragraphs in and I’m already compromised

the wavering reflection in the water in her hands..... Dani posessed by the ghost of comphet..... I am Drawing Conclusions

eddie “we can hang out more” dani “aha wouldn’t that be neat”

god the prom photo... remembering Dani’s meltdown at the prom bc she missed Jamie... I’m dying Jack I’m dying

lil palm kiss... I know u will not ever love hm that way Dani but fuck I’m a sucker for a palm kiss

lil nerd ass w her folder tabs I love her

god the tone of this is so comforting like I can just hang out n imagine each scene progressing so naturally. wish I did not have to suffer emotionally at the same time but at least it’s a smooth read

Dani feeling like an invader amongst all the physical representations of her relationship w eddie BABY U DON’T HAVE TO LIVE THIS WAY STOP LETTING OTHER PEOPLE INFLUENCE UR LIFE AND RUIN UR HAPPINESS

“Hannah Grose, seamlessly elegant” yes

Hannah: congrats on ur engagement. Dani, with tears in her eyes: thank

Dani relaxing when they’re talking about teaching pls I love her love for it so much

Dani at the blackboard with the “Miss, Ms?” confusion now I am thinking about the Ted Moseby professor/proffessor scene. HIMYM my beloved

mikeyyyy my boy

the image of Dani w chalk dust on her skirt is v endearing.

oooh the library trip gay foreshadowing yes

wait the silver stars on his backpack......... cup of stars crying time

Mikey correcting her on his name when she was the one to give him the nickname in the first place... feeling some kind of way

Dani fostering the talents she sees in her kids is so sweet and mikey shy lil math genuis is also so sweet pls i love this duo

i do wonder if part of her is like I know a Mikey Taylor but I literally refuse to believe it is the same one bc his sister broke my heart and we are absolutely not in the business of confronting hard feelings in this house!!

keys on a lanyard... ok lesbian

“You’re still here?” the love I have for canon lines being used when I can hear them being said in my head

awww bonding over Wonder Woman. cute!!!! When Dani becomes Mikey’s official second mum (everyone be quiet I am manifesting) my heart will explode

eddie ur really just gonna rock up and toot at her. jail for 1000 years

ooohhh Dani is Realising who the sister is. honey you got a big storm comin. oof (the ‘wonder woman punching stars out of her foes” to “dani feeling like she’s just recieved a blow to the ribs.” the cinnamontography). aw baby :(

“Jamie. Jamie, here. Jamie, home.” please i am thinking about her last letter and I am not strong enough

“Somehow Eddie didn’t notice.” sum up a relationship in a sentence

“Jamie would appear, as if summoned by the gravity of Dani’s pounding heart” fuck this hits on so many levels I need to go think about my life for 45mins

CARSON MY BOY. in his studded leather. a fashionable gay never loses.

I looove how soft n caring Dani n Carson are with each other thank gods she has him.

DID WE EVER FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN CARSON AND JASON MY SPIDEY SENSES ARE STILL TINGLING FROM READING THIS THE FIRST TIME

god this post is already so long n I’m only halfway through why do I have so many silly thoughts

god just the... expectations of affection from her by eddie w that placating cheek kiss she gives him is like... I cannot imagine Jamie ever asking that from her in the same way even when they are in a relationship!!! and it’s not even wrong of him to do that??? but it’s just a lot to think about the kind of person Dani makes herself to be to stay with him vs the kind of person Jamie lets her be by not expecting anything of her. they’re such opposites

dani not even feeling at home in her own (former) home pls when is she going to find a soft place to land (it’s also making me think v hard about the title like... the haunting of Dani and Jamie’s relationship (and what that represents for Dani) on Dani’s whole life and Jamie coming home and bringing that to Dani’s doorstep. resurecting a ghost so to speak........ too many homes to think about. I don’t know if I fully understand but I am Thinking)

dani and her inhaler... asthmatic bitches represent

oh my god not the box of memories. been trying to erase that from my own for weeks now let me live

ooh the line about her feeling like an archaeologist at the start of this section and then her ‘exhuming the past’ w the photos of her n Jamie i love a consistent narrative.

THE MIXTAPE. THE MIXTAPE. is there a playlist for this chapter I would like to take that aural journey

oh no i cannot remember where the flower comes from but aahhh this box of memories pain.

this description of carson in a tight white undershirt tucked into his jeans makes me think of freddie mercury. didn’t mean to make you cry etc

lmao Dani trying to get info from Judy abt Jamie in a roundabout way... international superspy she is not

Dani entirely uncomfy in church... i feel it. godd the repression of it all w the movie and the feelings and the Jamie-influence on the feelings my heart hurts.

God knowing how much Judy loves her but the weight of that love also stifling her... pain

they’ve really got her all shacked up w a house and a husband and a kid on the way can we let the girl be a lesbian in peace (also lowkey hoping Dani gets some time on her own at some point no Eddie no Jamie no weight of expectations pls she needs it we all need it)

the thread of Dani refusing to do things for herself in order to make other people happy throughout this entire piece hits so fucking close to home and is entirely heartbreaking to read thank you

jamiiiiieeeeeeeee

Jamie: appears. Dani: every single emotion all at once

Judy and her girls back together is v sweet even if Dani is dying inside at it all

“Jamie only had eyes for Dani.” Again, sum up a relationship in a sentence.

What do you even say to a girl who *the sky goes dark as i attempt to even summarise a fraction of their relationship*. Apparently the answer is “Jamie. Hi.”

TWO MONTHS JAMIE TAYLOR. CRIMES

It’s ahh. fairly entertaining to be going through Dani’s emotional journey alongside her and knowing that Jamie is also Going Through It on some level but having 0 insights to it bc she keeps her emotions so in check.

oooh how much of a gut punch is this engagement revelation for Jamie??? like on some level I’m sure she always knew this was coming but I’m sure another part of her still desperately hoped one day Dani would choose her. god I would kill for Jamie’s POV in this scene

Jamie’s scarrrr. Literally Dani’s impact

oh fucking hell that moment of like... familiarity and almost a coming home for Dani when Judy is talking and she meets Jamie’s eyes... she really was entirely screwed from that moment on huh.

oof god this is a hell of an opening chapter lets see if my attention span will let me continue this journey (also @ myself reminder to read this all in chronological order one day for a real nice session of emotional destruction)

#bhah #bly manor fic #this is so chaotic i apologise to anyone who reads this #absolute delight tho i love writing out my rambling thoughts as I read #god i remeber reading this chapt when it first came out n i truly... had no idea what i was getting myself in for huh

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bang-bangtan-boys · 6 years ago

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In The Late Of Night

{Taehyung x M!Reader}

Warnings: nsfw at the end

Request/Summary: hm I’d like one with v where he gets really upset cause he misses you.. ends up calling and you have to go and see him, maybe ends in some lite smut if possible ( @yzngserpent )

I accidentally made it somewhat fluffy near the end oops—

also the both of you are still in school. it’s like a high school au, but in college and BTS still exists. let’s pretend it’s like an after-school band thing and they’ve just been signed by bighit okay? so maybe the both of you are around 20-21… ok? taehyung is older by a year, so imagine whatever you’d like. i just miss skinny baby-boy BTS tbh (TT)

*for once it’s edited lmao*

You sat alone in the cold bedroom, typing away on your computer to finish up your school work that was due tomorrow. Biting your lip, you tried to focus on your paper, but it was hard to do with the constant Snapchat text-sounds that you were recieving. It was 11 o’clock at night, what was Taehyung still doing up?! You had an excuse— you were finishing homework. But Taehyung had practice early tomorrow so he should be getting rest. Sighing, you reluctantly peeled your eyes off the computer screen and readjusted your sight to the screen of your phone. Opening up Snapchat, you saw Taehyung had sent you almost 20 messages, and it didn’t look like he was going to stop anytime soon.

CutieTae♡

Jagiiii

[M/NNNN]

OMG ANSWER ME FFS—

CutieTae♡ sent a snap!

You sighed, finding Taehyung’s clingy-ness rather annoying at this time of hour. You were tired; couldn’t he understand that? Deciding to feed Taehyung some of the attention he so desperately craved, you opened the snap. Almost immediately after opening it, you regretted it.

TaeTae’s[M/N]

Taehyung!!

It’s 11.03, go tf to sleep!

CutieTae♡ sent a snap!

TaeTae’s[M/N]

And stop sending me ass pics

Go to sleep for Christ’s sake

I have a paper due tomorrow, I need to focus on finishing that

CutieTae♡

But I’ve been waiting all day!

I miss you!

I haven’t seen you for a week

[M/N]ie

Pleaseee

TaeTae’s[M/N]

Maybe tomorrow night, Tae

Right now I’m too tired to add 2+2

And don’t you have practice tomorrow?

I don’t wanna make you sore…

CutieTae♡

I don’t care

The other members probably won’t mind either

They might let me off the hook

CutieTae♡ is calling…

You sighed, not really sure if you should pick up or not. On one hand, talking with Taehyung could ease the growing insanity known as college-struggles. On the other, it could lead you to make poor decisions; Taehyung always seemed to get his way no matter what.

��Taehyung-ah, you need to sleep,” you were first to speak up, not even saying ‘hi’.

“Wow, I missed you too,” Taehyung sassed, and you could sense him pouting, “Does [M/N] not love me anymore?”

“No, Taehyung, it’s not anything like that. I’m just—“

“Not even calling me Hyungie or jagiya? Ahh, [M/N] really doesn’t love me anymore!” Taehyung began to use a slight baby voice, trying to be cute and wrap you around his finger.

“Tae, please dont make this any more difficult that it has to be,” you sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“What do you mean? I just want you to acknowledge me as your boyfriend, not some item you seem to be bored of!” Taehyung said, rather loud. Didn’t he realize he had a sleeping roommate next to him?

“TaeTae, isn’t Hoseok-hyung sleeping next to you? Isn’t the noise you’re making bothering him?”

Taehyung scoffed, sounding genuinely upset, “So what I’m hearing is that my problems are just noise to you? I miss you, [M/N]! It’s been forever since we’ve seen each other in person, and now is a good opportunity for us to meet up.” On the other end of the line, Taehyung had sat up from his position on the bed, beginning to sound annoyed, “And, for the record, no; Hoseok-hyung isnt in the room with me. He, Yoongi, and Namjoon are busy working on some rap lines for our new song. He said he wouldn’t come back so you and I could have some privacy to spend time together, but it seems like I can just call him back over here since you obviously can’t find time for me…”

You hear a slight sniffle on the Taehyung’s end and sighed, disappointed in yourself that you made him cry.

“Taehyungie-” you tried, but he cut you off. “Am I not good enough anymore? Am i boring? It’s because I gained 4 pounds, isn’t it?!”

“No, Hyung, that’s not it—“

“I’m not attractive anymore, huh?!”

“Tae, no, that’s not it either—“

“If you want me to lose weight, I can! If it’s my sounds i make during sex, I can change them!” You sighed through your nose, feeling guilty and agitated at the same time. “Taehyung listen to me, the way you are during sex isn’t bad. I dont care about your weight. Everything about you is fine, I just have this paper to finish up and—“

“It’s okay,” Taehyung said quietly, bitterness laced in his tone of voice, “I’ll call Hoseok-hyung and tell him you aren’t coming...”

Taehyung ended the call suddenly, not even saying goodbye. You knew you had struck a nerve there; Taehyung always wished you a good day or night and made up multiple excuses so you guys could continue your call. He always said goodbye. Sighing, you stared at the phone screen for a while longer, contemplating whether or not you should call him and try to make things better. You glanced at the time; it was almost 12 o’clock. You set your phone face down, turning back to your computer reluctantly.

You spent about 5 minutes typing, but could only type out one sentence before throwing your hands up in defeat. The thought of an unhappy Taehyung kept nagging at you, and eventually you stood up and got dressed to go to BigHit Studios to visit him. You left the small apartment without even brushing your hair, wrapping the jacket you randomly picked out around your body tightly.

You knocked desperately at the door, knowing very well at least Jungkook was up; Jungkook was probably playing games on the computer. Hell, maybe even Namjoon would be up, just for the hell of it.

Instead, Jimin opened the door, having to look up as soon as his eyes made contact with your chest— since that was your guys’ height difference. He smiled at you, “Oh! Hey [M/N]! How have you been?”

“Great, umm… actually, I came to see Taehyung,” you dropped your voice to a whisper, “We got into an argument.”

Jimin opened his mouth, letting out an ‘ahhh’ in understanding, “In that case, he’s in Jin’s room. He seemed rather upset…” He shrugged, figuring it made sense now.

“Thank you,” you gently pushed past him, and Jimin watched your retreating figure for a bit before closing the door and moving to his previous spot on the couch. You made your way to Seokjin’s room, knocking three impatient times before Worldwide Handsome himself answered. The door wasn’t fully opened, as if he had been expecting you, as he stood in the small crack that barely accommodated the span of his shoulders.

“Can I help you?” He asked, somewhat sarcastically.

“Don’t play dumb with me, I know he’s in there.”

Jin sighed, looking inside, as if he needed confirmation, before opening the door fully for you to enter. There was Taehyung, laying on Jins bed as he was curled into a little comfort burrito. You had to suppress a snort at his state— entire body engulfed in a warm blanket with his face squooshed through the small opening.

“Why are you here??”

“Hm? But I thought you wanted me here?”

“I’ll leave,” Jin says, closing the door behind him so you two could have your privacy.

“I did, but not anymore” Taehyung said, “Now I don’t feel like seeing you.”

His voice is softer the second time he speaks, like hearing his own hurtful words made him upset as well. “Hyungie,” you start, “I had a school project to finish, its due tomorrow— well, today…” You check the time; 12.44AM.

“I know, I know,” Taehyung says, “I shouldn’t bother you with it… I know…” He sounds close to crying. You sigh through your nose, “Baby, it’s not like that… you weren’t bothering me…” Taehyung stays silent, not meeting your gaze, “You really weren’t…” you tried to reassure him.

Sighing once again, you move to rest your head on what you assumed was his arm, wrapping your arms around the baby-blue-burrito-hooman you called your boyfriend, “I couldn’t finish my essay; I came here ‘cause I thought I could finish it before class and convince Mr. Han to let me print in-class… I’m yours the whole night,” you tried to give your best forced smile, wanting to look genuine and comforting, but it wasn’t like there was a mirror near you (surprisingly, Jin only had two— a full length and a dresser mirror…).

Taehyung still says nothing and you huff, “Hyungie… I walked all the way over here!” You whined, moving to let Taehyung lay on his back so you could hover over his hips. He pouted, “[M/N], get off…” You shook your head, moving to unwrap Taehyung from Jin’s blanket. You undid it gently so now his body was shown to you— a light grey T-Shirt with cute shorts that went down to his thighs. Mmmh, his thighs…

You shook your thoughts out of your head, moving to sit on top of your precious Hyungie as you smiled up at him, “Now that the boundaries have been disarmed, can we fuck?” Taehyung nearly choked on his breath, “You sent me all those pictures— I saved them all and now I’m horny.”

“[M-M/N], I—“

“No, I’m gonna make it up to you,” you said, moving your hands up the male’s shirt to softly caress his hips, going higher and gently feeling each rib through his skin. Taehyung squirmed a bit, red spreading across his face like jam; the feeling tickled him. Your hands eventually reached his nipples and brushed over them, watching as they perked to life under your fingers. Taehyung let out a soft breath, eyes closing as he bit his lip. You smirked; was he trying to conceal his sounds? Was this his way to get back at you?

Your hands eventually left Taehyung’s chest and moved to his hips again, slowly trailing to his V-line, and eventually— finally— you pushed Taehyungs shorts down enough to expose his grey boxers. You huffed; had he changed out of his lacy lingerie after your little argument? You wondered what that must have been like for him— the intent of impressing you when all you did was ignore him. You cocked a brow at him, ignoring those thoughts since— by the look on his face— it seemed to make him rethink and regret his actions… somewhat, “It’s wet?”

You sounded more like you were stating it, but there was a small raise to your voice to make it qualify as a question. Taehyung moved to cross his legs, only being able to touch his knees together. Your hand hovered above his warm crotch, barely grazing it with the tips of your fingers before you planted them softly on the surface, not pressing down. Taehyung bit his lip again, a soft whine pushing through his teeth as he arched his back.

Taehyung tried bucking up against you, but your other hand was quick to hold him down, pushing his hip against the mattress. Your thumb traced the top of Taehyung’s erection, moving to the waistline of his underwear (where the tip of his length began to poke out) before pulling it down, setting him free.

Your palm made contact with Taehyung’s member, slowly wrapping your hand around it before pumping slowly, gripping tightly. Taehyung let out a small, broken yelp, back arching even more off the bed. Your hand was squeezed so tightly around him, but going so slow. It was pathetic how much he tried to thrust into you, your other hand trying its best to pin his waist and keep him at bay.

Suddenly, Taehyung used as much force as possible to turn you over, moving on top of you so your cocks were pressing against each other. He then rapidly began to rut against your clothed crotch, moaning loudly as tears pooled in his eyes. “H-Hyung—“ you called out, startled by the sudden neediness Taehyung displayed. He moaned out— soft, this time; unlike the previous ones, which were long and dragged.

“I was so needy earlier,” Taehyung admitted, “But you were so busy… I- ahh- I’m sorry I might make you get a bad grade…” Tears fell from his eyes, “I should’ve left you alone like you asked… I’m a bad b-boyfriend…”

You watched as Taehyung cried silently as he ground against you leg, members brushing against each other as if, they too, missed each other’s feeling.

You sat up, kissing Taehyung’s neck while he wrapped his arms around you, hands running through your hair before staying in place, tugging it every so often as he cradled his forehead against your shoulder. “Baby,” you said, trying your best to suppress your moans so you could speak clearly, “You aren’t a bad boyfriend. You just- hnh- needed me really bad… I ignored you; I’m the bad boyfriend.”

“[M/N]~”

“Taehyungie~”

You both moaned out, Taehyung’s cum splattering across your chests while yours made itself apparent by staining your jeans. You panted in time with Taehyung, making eye contact before Taehyung hugged you, burying himself in the crook of your neck. You were stunned for a bit, before wrapping your arms around him and leaning against him to counter his weight against you.

You opened your mouth to speak, opting to ask if Taehyung wanted to move to his room and talk things out, maybe even so you could apologize more, but Jungkook beat you to it.

“Hey, Taehyungah, [M/N]ah,” Jungkook spoke through the closed door before opening it, eyes too focused on the back of a video game cover— reading the summary to himself— while talking to notice your guys’ position, “I just got this new game; feel like playing a three playe-aH OH MY GOD, IM SO SORRY!”

Jungkook slammed the door, and Taehyung tried covering himself with the blanket before Jungkook saw anything. Too late, Jungkook had seen enough. He stood outside the door, still apologizing, “Jimin said you guys were in here talking things out and that a new game would be perfect to try and fix things but I didn’t know you guys were busy—“ he dragged on.

You laughed while Taehyung cried to himself. “Hey, I’m still down for a threesome!”

“[M/N]!”

“I meant the game, Kookie. I have my own joystick right here!” You said, referring to Taehyung, whose pants were now pulled up all the way. Taehyung blushes and hugged a pillow to his chest and face. Jungkook sputtered, trying to find something to say before whining and running off, “Jiiin!! Taehyung and [M/N] are making porn in your room!!”

“Yah!! You kids get out and do it in your room! My sheets better not have any cum in it— or else!!”

“Yes hyung!” You and Taehyung said together.

This ended up being about 7-8 pages on GoogleDocs, depending on whether or not you wanna add the A/N’s and request

#taehyung x male reader #bts mlm imagine #bts imagine #v x male reader #bbts x male reader #request

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archive-sugamoom · 6 years ago

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Unit 0 | 4

Summary: JYP, Jinyoung, Jaebum and youngjae know enough to end it all, but what is your reaction? or It’s arresting time babyyyyy

Word Count: 5278

Genres: Drama | Mystery | Crime | Angst | Detective! AU

A/N: Aaand I’m back once more. This time however I’m actually proud of the progress, for once I wrote an ‘’outline’’ and it actually worked really well. I’ve been working on this chapter for exactly a week now and there are bits where I think ‘’nice, well written’’ Soo I hope you guys do too! But without further ado… Enjoy.

REQUESTS: OPEN!!

Masterlist

Character Introduction | Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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‘Date: 5th of July,

Today started off great. But it got ruined by someone.. At least they ruined it for me. I believe that (Y/N) hasn’t noticed anything. I wonder what she would have done if she was in my position.. Am I a bad Fiancé for not telling her that someone kept looking at her? No… No Changwoo you’re not. She cannot know. After all Ignorance can be a bliss, correct? I hope that this won’t happen again.. Please..’

‘Date: 7th of July,

It happened again.. this time however I saw their face. No, I saw his face.. And I have seen it before. Let me search for something quickly. Yes, Changwoo great job! Lee Hojin.. I thought he was still locked up, how long has he been free? And for how long has he been watching (Y/N)? I don’t know what to do.. I should probably report it, right? No. I can’t do that just yet. I will have to do it on my own. I won’t let (Y/N) know about this either the wedding is almost here I can’t have her stressed, she doesn’t deserve it… Then again she doesn’t deserve it at all..’

‘Date: 12th of July,

It’s been a week since I first saw Lee Hojin and I still don’t know what I should do.. I have been contemplating about whether or not to inform (Y/N) and even the police.. I know I wrote that I don’t want her to be stressed and that she doesn’t deserve this.. But it’s eating me from the inside! I feel like I am slowly going insane.. and I think that people around me are noticing! What do I do.. Lee Changwoo what is your plan?

I’ve been gone for a while.. My mind it… it went blank. I had to take this break or else I would break! I need to make a decision and I will do so today, tonight! Once I have made that decision I shall do it tomorrow!

Finally… Finally! I know what to do! Lee Changwoo you great man! I shall tell you.. Me? I shall tell myself the great plan that I came up with! That man.. Lee Hojin I shall find him.. With a knife. Shall I kill him? Changwoo of course I won’t kill the man.. Aaah… Hahaha I think that I’m going insane.. I’m talking to myself in third person even! All because of that man… I cannot wait to see the look on his face when I confront that disgusting man. I am sure he will leave (Y/N) alone after this. He must! Ahh.. (Y/N).. Don’t worry my love everything will be fine… ’

‘Date: 13th of July

I… I ruined everything.. I am such an idiot… I.. I-I killed him.. I am a horrible, disgusting human being.. I didn’t want this.. I promise I didn’t.. All I wanted was.. to.. to intimidate him, let him know that he should stop but… I stabbed him.. He looked at me as I did.. I saw the fear in his eyes as he looked at me.. How did this happen, why did I do this?? And why… why didn’t I feel bad, afraid.. shocked when I did it.. I felt nothing.. not even a bit of remorse.. I’m sorry… I’m so so so sorry…’

‘Date: 14th July,

Changwoo.. how dare you.. You promised yourself- I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again.. was one murder not enough? Why.. Why did I do this? That man… that poor old man.. He didn’t deserve this.. But… He did, didn’t he? If he didn’t witness me murdering… stabbing Lee Hojin, then he would have lived. It’s his own fault he got in the way! But he is gone now… Forever.. Nothing… No one can stop the future that I have with (Y/N). No one can and no one will. I will be the one that makes her happy.. It’s me that loves her, and it’s me that she loves! If someone dares to change that it’s over for them.. Ha! They will end up like those two bastards! They will die. An even more painful death each time someone even dares to touch (Y/N).. Changwoo-ah it’s time you grow up… You don’t have to be nice to anyone anymore… Do.. Do what you do best… Love (Y/N). Love her until the end.. Don’t worry… Everything is going to be fine.. I promise you- no I promise myself. It will be fine I won’t get caught… I will have my future with (Y/N)….’

Jaebum and Youngjae look at each other in silence, both of them not knowing what to say, or even if they should say something. Jaebum sighs as Youngjae steps away taking a deep breath. After a couple minutes of silence Jaebum says. ‘’Let’s take pictures of these pages as soon as possible. That guy seems to be so unstable, who knows who he will hurt in this short span of time.’’ After that he places the Journal onto the desk as Youngjae gets the camera ready.

Jaebum stays quiet as Youngjae takes the pictures carefully. He takes another look around the office and notices a photo of you and Changwoo hanging on the wall. He glances at Youngjae before walking towards the picture of you two smiling. However not even the happiness that is shown in the picture lifts the burden that he feels inside of his body.

“Hyung. Hyung!” Youngjae says trying to catch Jaebums attention. Jaebum let’s out a hum before turning around to look at Youngjae. “Ah.. You’re done?” Jaebum asks and Youngjae nods. “Yeah, you okay Hyung?” He asks Jaebum knowing the answer to his question already. 'What a stupid question, of course he’s not okay. Even I am not okay..’ Youngjae thinks to himself. “We should head out now. The sooner it’s over the better.” Jaebum says before walking towards the desk. He quickly shuts the journal close and places it back.

“Yeah let’s do that. I feel uncomfortable in this house now.” Youngjae retorts and with that the two of them leave the house. Before they leave however they check everything one last time, just to make sure that it doesn’t look like someone was in their house.

“Good you two are finally here.” JYP says from his chair when Jaebum and Youngjae walk in. Jaebum looks at him but stays quiet. He then looks at Jinyoung who is sitting on his own seat. “Where are (Y/N), Bambam, and Yugyeom?” Youngjae asks. “They are with Jackson (Y/N) wanted to train a bit and Bambam wanted to join. Yugyeom didn’t want to be left out and went with them.” Jinyoung says before looking at the camera around Youngjaes neck. Youngjae follows Jinyoungs look and quickly takes the strap off around his neck. “Don’t worry we got the things we needed.” He says as he takes out the memory card giving it to JYP.

“What did you find?” JYP asks as he puts the pictures on the laptop in front of him. “We did find a knife, with blood. It is at the lab now though. Mark-hyung is probably on his way back now with the results.” Youngjae says. JYP nodded and opened the file. He frowns as he looks at the picures. “What’s this?” He asks looking at Jaebum and Youngjae. “Apparently he’s the type to write in a journal.” Jaebum states.

JYP hums in approval as he reads through the text. “Well this is basically evidence enough to get him arrested. But we should wait until Mark is here with the news. Hopefully good news that is.”JYP says as he gets up from his chair. He smiles as he places a hand on Jaebum and Youngjaes shoulders. “Good work boys.”

It was quiet when Mark arrived. No one dared to say something but the file had to be read. Mark looked at JYP for approval to open the envelope and he just nodded. And thus Mark opened the envelope carefully as they gather around Mark one by one, all wanting to know what it said. It was quiet as they were reading the file. And once they were all done reading they all let out a deep sigh. They didnt know if they should feel relieved or not.

Especially Jinyoung as he has the confirmation that Changwoo, the person you called the ‘Love of your life’ did in fact kill Lee Hojin and poor innocent Mr. Oh. Jinyoung sighed as he thought about how this all would end. How would you react? ‘You’d obviously be devastated’ Jinyoung thinks bitterly to himself. But what would you think of him? Would you hate him? Or the others in this room. He knew that only time would tell..

The first one to break the silence was Mark as he cleared his throat. “I’ll go ask for an arrest warrant now.” “Yes you do that Mark, let’s clean this up before the others get back.” JYP says and with that everyone does their own thing.

Date: 16th July

You wake up at the sound of your alarm with a soft groan. ‘8:30 AM that’s not too bad.’ You think before turning it off. Indeed waking up at 8:30 in the morning wouldn’t be too bad if you actually went to sleep on time. Which you didn’t. Instead you and Changwoo were busy with a different activity that required a bed. You smile as you think back to the things that lead you do those activities.

You sigh out in content when you feel Changwoo press his body against yours. ‘’Good morning love.’’ He says as he kisses the back of your neck sweetly. ‘’Morning Chang, did you sleep well?’’ you ask with a smile on your face as you place your hands on top of his. He hums in response and moves his head a bit so that he can kiss your cheek. ‘’I’m always able to sleep well when you’re around. You give me so much peace. I cant believe we’re getting married so soon..’’ He says as he places his chin on top of your shoulder.

‘’I can’t believe it either Chang.. it feels so surreal, it feels like we just met yesterday.’’ You say with a chuckle which makes Changwoo chuckle as well. ‘’Are you sure about just meeting? I thought you didn’t like me at first or was that all an act?’’ He says as he holds you tighter relishing the comfortable warmth you give off.

‘’Hmmm let me phrase it different then. It feels like we just started dating.’’ You say as you wriggle around for a bit so that you could face him. Changwoo looks at you with a smile. ‘’You’re cute y’know?’’ He says before leaning in for a kiss.

However the kiss never came because of the loud ringing of the doorbell. You chuckle as Changwoo sighs. ‘’Don’t worry hun I’ll get that real quick and get back, yeah?’’ You say as you get out off the bed. Changwoo nods as he looks at you putting on some training shorts and a t-shirt. Once done you walk towards his side of the bed and give him a kiss on the head. ‘’Be right back~.’’ You say and with that you head downstairs to open the door.

You raise your eyebrow as you look at the people in front of you. ‘’What are you doing here so.. early?’’ You say as you look at Jaebum and Youngjae. ‘’Did something happen? You two don’t look all too happy..’’ You say once taking a good look at them. Jaebum sighs and nudges Youngjae with his elbow. Knowing what Youngjae had to do he smiles weakly at you. ‘’Sorry (Y/N)..’’ He says but Jinyoung interrupts him before he could continue.

‘’(Y/N)!’’ He says as he passes Youngjae. ‘’Come with me.. Please.’’ You look at him with worried eyes. ‘’Seriously did something happen? Why are you three here?’’ You ask no one in particular, all you wanted was to know what was happening and why the three of them looked so upset.

Jinyoung grabs your hand and takes you outside. You look between Jinyoung and the two others in confusion as you keep walking. ‘’Jinyoung I mean it! What is going on?? Why is—‘’ Before you could finish your sentence Jinyoung pulled you into a tight hug. And as he was doing that Jaebum and Youngjae inside.

‘’I-I’m sorry (Y/N).. I r-really am.. I promise you.. that I.. didn’t want this to happen..’’ Jinyoung cries as he keeps holding you, not allowing you to move or see him. ‘’I-I’m such a bad friend… I’ll.. I’ll understand if you hate me..’’ You stiffen when you hear him call himself a bad friend because.. Jinyoung would never say that. Instead of keeping your arms to your side you decide to wrap your arms around his middle. That’s when you realise that he is crying

‘’Jinyoung.. Please don’t cry.. You’re not a bad friend! Don’t call yourself that.. Please tell me what’s wrong yeah? If it’s something I did then I’m really sorry..’’ You say in hope to comfort him. You knew you did when you felt his grip loosening around you, allowing you to look at him. ‘’It’s not you (Y/N).. God no.. it’s never you please know that..’’ He says in a shaky tone as he sniffs his nose. ‘’Then.. What or who is making you feel this way.. You can tell me.. Take deep breaths.. Yes, just like that.’’ You say in a calm voice as you take deep breaths with him.

Jinyoung gulps and takes one last breath to calm him. He then places his hands on your arms. ‘’I am here.. No we are here to arrest Changwoo, your fiancé.’’ He says slowly not changing the tone of his voice. You look at him with wide, surprised eyes. You chuckle thinking that it is a joke. That is until you look at Jinyoung again, his serious face not even changing, which meant it was not a joke but the full on truth. And it was then, at that moment that you broke.

Jaebum and Youngjae were currently searching on the ground floor. But there was no sign that indicates that Changwoo would be there, thus they slowly and silently went up the stairs. It was at that moment that they heard a loud bang, which meant that Changwoo had found out as to what is happening.

‘’Hyung you take the bedroom, I’ll take the office’’ Youngjae mouths at Jaebum. Jaebum nods and slowly walks towards your bedroom door as Youngjae went to the office. He stops right in front of it and stays quiet. He reaches his hand towards the door handle when he hears movement. He points the gun in his hand as quickly as he opens the door, pointing right at Changwoo.

‘’Lee Changwoo, drop the gun now.’’ Youngjae says as he steps into office room. ‘’N-No! S-Stay back!’’ Changwoo almost screams as he shakes with the gun in his head. ‘’No don’t come here at all l-leave now!’’ He continues as he now holds his gun, no your gun with both his hands steadying the gun only a little bit.

Youngjae internally sighs before looking Changwoo right in the eyes. ‘’Drop the gun, You don’t know what you’re doing.’’ He says keeping his gun pointed at Changwoo who in return shakes his head ferociously. ‘’N-No! I… I know exactly what I am doing… I am.. I am protecting (Y/N) from you! From everyone… You… that bastard Jinyoung… Jackson.. Even your boss! She cant be with you!’’ Changwoo shouts and he starts shaking more and more.

‘’Calm down you are currently not in the right mind.’’ Youngjae responds hoping to get into Changwoo’s head. ‘’Shut the fuck up! Shut up! Please for the love of god shut up! I’ll kill you too if you don’t shut up!’’ Changwoo shouts once again gripping the gun tightly. Youngjae observes him and nods after a few seconds have passed. ‘’Al right… We will have it your way. Uh. Don’t shoot. I’ll drop my weapon.’’ Youngjae says calmly while he split his hands apart and remove his finger from the trigger.

Youngjae keeps looking at Changwoo while doing this and he slowly gets up after he placed his gun on the ground. Meanwhile Jaebum had been hiding behind the wall knowing that if he interfered that it wouldn’t have ended up nice.

Changwoo let’s out a deep sigh, feeling a wave of relieve going over him but he knew this wasn’t the end and so he kept his gun pointed at Youngjae. ‘’I didn’t do it on purpose… really I didn’t… I-I wanted to intimidate that bastard!’’ Changwoo suddenly said. Youngjae looks at him, encouraging him to continue speaking. ‘’That bastard.. T-That fucking bastard Lee Hojin was stalking her! (Y/N)… she didn’t know… Our wedding is almost and I-I didn’t want her to feel fucking stressed because of that bastard! So I.. I decided to make him stop… Surely he would… That bastard would stop when being intimidated by the fiancé right..?’’

Changwoo lowered his gun a bit as he thought back about the events. ‘’But that fucker laughed at my face! I-I got so mad.. I really didn’t mean to… and then… that.. t-that old man… when I realised that he was there.. I didn’t want to but… Then in my head… It was better to have him dead.. He couldn’t live I cannot live.. without (Y/N)!’’ Changwoo broke down as he finished his sentence. He dropped to his knees and started to sob. It was soft at first but it became louder and louder with each word. ‘’I-I didn’t mean to… do th-that… I-I’m serious you.. you have t-to beliehieve me….. It’s not my fault that L-Lee Hojin.. That he.. had to die… A-And the o-old man… H-He.. really… It’s.. it’s not my fault that he had to go..’’ Changwoo cried loudly, snot was starting to leak out his nose his vision blurry due to all of his tears. Youngjae quietly looked at him, at the gun in his hands hoping it would be dropped as quickly as possible. After a whole minute of crying Changwoo finally let go of the gun. Not even a second later Youngjae ran towards him and kicked the gun away while Jaebum appeared with the gun still pointed at Changwoo.

Standing Changwoo, Youngjae grabs both Changwoo’s arms and moves them to the back before handcuffing him. ‘’Lee Changwoo you are under arrest for the murder of 2 men Lee Hojin and Oh Deoksoo. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.’’ Youngjae says after getting up with Changwoo.

‘’We got him sir.’’ Says Jaebum when Youngjae and Changwoo pass him.

Back outside JYP went to you and Jinyoung. Jinyoung looks at him and sighs in relief when JYP gives him the ok-sign. Jinyoung looks at your face, the tears on your face have dried some time ago, just like your crying did. Pulling you into a hug once again placing his hand on your head. ‘’It’s over now (Y/N).’’ He mumbles in your ear, letting you know that they got Changwoo and that he could come outside any minute.

Jinyoung looks at the door and sees Jaebum coming out before Youngjae and Changwoo. Jinyoung feels his body get tense when he sees Changwoo. He looked broken perhaps even more than you. Jinyoung is surprised in a way as he has never seen Changwoo like that, he never thought that he would see him like that. After all he including everyone thought that you and Changwoo would end up happily married.

Jinyoung keeps looking at Changwoo and gulps when Changwoo looks right back at him. Or was he looking at you? Jinyoung couldn’t tell he hoped it was him and not you. Wanting to protect you Jinyoung turns the two of you around so that Changwoo would face his back however his plan didn’t go as he wanted because before he knew it, Changwoo was yelling your name.

He held you closer to him not allowing you to suddenly react, he didn’t want you to see Changwoo, he didn’t want to see you crying again. You tugged at his sleeve and mumbled his name. At that Jinyoung loosened his grip around you so that you could look at him. You give him a weak smile although he could not really call it one. ‘’It’s ok.. Jinyoung…’’ You say hoping that he would let you go. And that’s what he did.

Your smile falters when you see Changwoo. You didn’t know what to say or what to do, but did you even want to say or do something? Did you even have the energy. Your heart and mind felt numb. Changwoo was shocked when you looked at him like that. But it didn’t stop him from telling you what was on his mind.

‘’I did it for you (Y/N)! I protected you! Please… Don’t look at me like that.. I love you!’’ You grimaced as you heard him say that he loves you. Youngjae noticed and pushed him a bit so that he started walking again. ‘’We get it, you did it out of love now continue walking.’’ Youngjae says they walk past you. He looks at you with a smile. Not his usual bright contagious smile but an apologetic one, one that you appreciated a lot.

It was after that moment that everything went fast. Before you knew it the police car with Changwoo in it drove off and it was just you, JYP, Jaebum, Jinyoung, and Youngjae in your living room. Jinyoung sat next to your holding your hand, refusing to let you go. Before the five of you sat down JYP asked if you had any questions and that they would answers everything honestly. But you had so many questions that you didn’t know what to ask.

You break the silence after 5 minutes. ‘’Who… Who knew it first..?’’ You ask in a soft voice but loud enough for everyone to hear. Jinyoung squeezed your hand after you asked the question. ‘’I did… I’m sorry..’’ He says softly. You shook your head as you squeeze his hand back. ‘’You shouldn’t apologise for that… You only did your job..’’ you say trying to reassure him.

‘’(Y/N).. I would like to formally apologise to you as your boss. I gave them the order to not say anything to you.’’ JYP states looking at you. You look back at him and shrugs. ‘’You don’t have to apologise sir. I understand why you did it, although it would have been different if I didn’t work here..’’ You didn’t blame anyone. Of course you were hurt. It hurt a lot in fact. But it was their job, your job to protect the citizens of Seoul an lock up the bad guys.

‘’Does… Bambam and Yugyeom know about this as well?’’ You ask carefully. ‘’They don’t. We thought it would be best if they didn’t know. Especially for you. The only ones who knew were us and Mark. But it’s possible that he has told them now, after all I have an offer for you.’’ JYP says as he changes his position.

‘’What is it?’’ You question looking at your boss. JYP takes a deep breath before explaining. ‘’I know that this morning has been a lot for you. And you don’t have to go to work. If you want of course. You’re allowed to take a break for as long as you want. All I want is that your mental health is in great condition because really.. You didn’t deserve what happened. So my offer is, do you want to get back to work, or do you want to take a break?’’

You look at him, and then at Jinyoung who just smiles at you. After thinking for a while you came to the decision. ‘’I’ll take the break.. I don’t think that I will be able to work properly now..’’ JYP nods at what you say and gets up. ‘’Alright is there anything we could do for you? Do you need a place to stay here in Seoul or?’’ You shook your head. ‘’No.. No thank you I don’t really need anything. And I don’t think that I should stay in Seoul for some time.. But thank you for the offer sir.’’ You say with a small smile.

Youngjae looks at you in confusion. ‘’If you’re leaving Seoul.. Then where will you go?’’ He asks. ‘’I’ll go to my parents. They live in Yeosu and I’m sure they could use some help at their inn.’’ You say as you smile a bit more this time thinking about your parents.

JYP looked at his watch. ‘’I’m sorry (Y/N) but we should head to the Unit now.’’ You nod and get up as well walking them to the front door. ‘’Good luck with work, and please tell the others that I will be fine.’’ You say once you open the door. Jinyoung looks at you. ‘’I’ll stay with you, I don’t want you to be alone, you’re alright with that right sir?’’ Jinyoung asks JYP who smiles with a short nod in return. ‘’Of course I don’t want her to be alone. And I shall tell the others. Now (Y/N) don’t force yourself and take it slow. Never forget that you’re always welcome here. Take care.’’ And with that JYP is the first one to leave the house.

‘’(Y/N) take care!’’ Youngjae says with his contagious smile which makes you smile in return. ‘’I’ll make sure to work double as hard for you!’’ You nod with a chuckle. ‘’Don’t overwork though, we don’t want our sun to burn out.’’ You say as he waves before leaving. You then look at Jaebum as he looks back at you. ‘’Uh… Good luck and.. it’s alright to feel down about the situation.. So yes… We’ll speak again.’’ He says before nodding and quickly following Youngjae. He did smile when he heard you say thank you.

‘’Let’s go pack your stuff yeah?’’ Jinyoung says after you close the door. You nod and walk over to him and hug him. ‘’Thank you for staying with Jinyoung.’’ You mumble as you plant your face against his chest. Jinyoung wraps his arms around you and hugs you back while rubbing his hand slowly over your back. ‘’I’ll always be there for you.. Please know that.’’ You hum in response and hug him even tighter. ‘’Of course.. and please know that I don’t hate you for all of this. You only did what you thought was right for me.’’ You say as you pull away.

‘’Thank you (Y/N)..’’ He says with a fond smile. ‘’Now get let’s get upstairs.’’ He continues as he goes upstairs with you. ‘’What do I do with the house though?’’ You ask him as you open your part of the dresser. ‘’Hmmm if you bought the house you could have rent it out.. but you have a landlord so that’s impossible.’’ Jinyoung states as he opens your biggest suitcase.

‘’That’s true, I could have earned some money if I did own it. And I probably cant come back here again. Not that I want to do that.. I mean it would be way too big for me alone if I did want to..’’ you say taking out some of your clothes and giving it to Jinyoung. Taking the clothing from you Jinyoung places them on the bed and folds them in a way that everything will fit in the suitcase properly. ‘’Well we shouldn’t get worried about that. I’ll figure something out so you won’t get stressed about that.’’

You smile at him bringing more clothes. ‘’Thanks Jinyoung, I wouldn’t know what to do without you.’’ Jinyoung smiles back at you folding the rest of your clothing. ‘’Hmmm Indeed.. What would you do without me?’’ He says as he looks at you with a dumb grin. You throw a pair of socks at his face and laugh a bit. ‘’Shut up, don’t think of your self too highly~’’ Jinyoung just laughs in return. And with that the two of you continue packing the rest of your things.

You sigh and roll your eyes as you look at Jinyoung, who is currently checking if you truly have everything with you, for the 5th time. ‘’Jinyoung you’ve checked everything already. You don’t have to do it again.’’ You say but groan as you don’t get a response from him.

You sigh once again when he gets up and looks at you with what you call ‘’his mother smile’’. ‘’Alright, alright you got everything, I promise you I will stop now. I don’t want you to miss your train because of me.’’ He says while looking at you. ‘’Finally, it was about time.’’ You say in return hitting his arm as a punishment. ‘’I’ll miss you.’’ You say after he’s done pretending to be in agony.

He looks at you with a fond smile and hugs you once more. ‘’I know, and I’ll miss you too. I will most definitely visit you soon.’’ He says and you nod. You pull away and grab your suitcase. ‘’You do that, Bye now~’’ You say as you start walking away while waving at Jinyoung who waves back at you until you get onto the train. You sit down after putting away your suitcase and get your phone out to listen to some music. But not before you get multiple text messages from multiple people.

JYP: (Y/N), enjoy your time, remember your health is the most important and you’re always welcome to come back.

Jinyoungie~: I know we seriously just spoke but I forgot to say this, text me when you arrive okay? I love you.

Uncle Joon: I heard from (older) Jinyoung what happened, take care. The kids are already wanting to see you!

Jacksoff: Hey sweets! Heard what happen I’m so sorry :< Call me when you feel like working out I’ll join!! Say hi to your parents for me x.

Mark (my words): Hey. Sorry for not telling you. If I was able to I would have drop kicked his face the first time I heard it. Good luck. (:

Bammie: Ahhh Noona I cant believe what happened! I’m so mad and you must be so sad.. Take care! Oh I’ll be sure to send you nice clothing from Seoul! ; )

Gyeomie: Hi Noona, I will miss you for sure, I want to visit you sometime… Maybe with Jinyoung-Hyung? Will you bring souvenirs when you come back??

Sunboy: Hey hey (Y/N) I just heard you were leaving today already, I just wanted to say to be safe while travelling. And I shall promise you to send you a photo of Coco every day. Here is one!

Jaebum: Hi. First of all I’d like to apologise for everything that happened.. And I’d like to apologise about how awkward I was before I left the house.. I’m not the greatest with words but I’m sure you knew that already. Secondly please don’t blame yourself for what happened. It’s not your fault. Lastly.. It might sound weird coming from me but trust me I understand what you’re going through and uh.. I know there are others that might be better to talk with but.. You can always vent to me whenever you want. Take care.

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 5 years ago

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(1/?)Hey! I'm really sorry for the late reply :( I don't like sending long messages on my phone because I'm lazy lol. Anyway, I am not but I'll try harder 🤡 my biggest fear in love is meeting the right person at the wrong time, but I hope I find someone who loves me the way Kuroo loves (Name). Can I just have an irl Kuroo please. And I feel that! Kuroo is my ult fave but now I have a fave from each team. I'm actually lowkey becoming an Iwa simp again lol.

omg please don’t feel bad! we all have our own lives and you definitely don’t owe me anything. i’m the very same way. i actually only use this account when i’m on my desktop so dwai lol. i’m the biggest iwa simp istg. i started this account to simp about him but kuroo is out here stealing all the love/attention 🙃

i promise, you will find someone someday to treat you right. the right person will find you when you need them, but not necessarily right when you want them if that makes sense.

(2/?) and it's okay! It was painful but the writing was great and it made me emotional :') I also take comfort in the idea that none of the haikyuu!! boys would actually do that. yeah! I don't know much about terushima and astumu but I know that I always see them depicted that way. Oikawa is such a complicated character and it sucks seeing people reduce him to an annoying play boy. They're all hard workers who care about their friends and have admirable goals

atsumu and oikawa radiate the same energy to me. they’re both ridiculously dedicated to volleyball, have fan-girls, and probably couldn’t maintain relationships in HS because of their volleyball dedication. not to mention they’re both a tad immature sometimes and rely on their friends/team-mates to reel them in.

terushima is literally such a major nerd too like, this mans is in the highest class level. he’s smart and the way he plays volleyball? just a huge goofball. i may be slightly biased though bc i definitely thirst for terushima LMAO. he just matches kuroo’s energy to me and i live for that aesthetic

(3/?) Honestly I haven't had a bad experience in a relationship (probs because I haven't been in one lol) but I've had bad experiences with guys in general so 🤷 I think mine come from the unhealthy relationships around me and a lot of self doubt/insecurity. We'll get there someday though. I'm glad you enjoy those scenes! I'm a sucker for angst but the gentle and genuine love between Kuroo and (name) is what really gets me :') It's hard to decide which scenes are my favorite tbh.

i am a jaded old lady when it comes to relationships imma be real 🙃 i’m bi and have dated one girl and multiple guys, and i’ve just been disappointed an endless amount of times. i'm more than happy to spend the rest of my life sharing a house with my home-girl and my dogs at this point.

i’m really sorry to hear that you’re surrounded by unhealthy relationships and that you have insecurities. it’s not easy to overcome, but i know that you’ll be able to overcome anything that you put your mind to.

shameless plug but my Complementary fic is also Kuroo angst ;) in all seriousness, i’m glad that what i’ve written makes it difficult for you to have a favorite 😂

(4) The entire first chapter really got me because it was a mix between the pain that Bokuto went through and the relationship between Kuroo/name and Hikori (HIM HAVING KUROO'S LAST NAME??? I'm uwu but poor Bo). The soft and domestic scenes in chapter 5?? my heart ;-; also the "look at that, baby." you're killing me, Skye (are you okay with me using your name?)

(5) Reading about the past and knowing how it ends up when Bo comes back makes me so eager to see how it all gets there. I'm so excited read Chapter 6, esp since it's your favorite!! I have to brace myself for it haha. Also you are LOL. but really it's worth it and we're v luck you're sharing it :') (I hope this doesn't seem creepy akdfhkdj) same tho. I try not to hurt myself but here I am reading angst all the time and putting myself through my faves/reader suffering 😔

you can most definitely use my name Skye! Please lmk what you’d like me to refer to you as 😍 I know not everyone is comfortable with terms of endearment

i’m ngl, the first chapter was actually supposed to be like the 9th chapter or something. but i (sadistically) thought that it might hurt more if that’s how the story starts off 🥴

your compliments are 100% not creepy. they make me feel so warm and floofy hehe 🥰 i lowkey have desensitized myself to angst now, but i still won’t read “In Another Life” because I’ve seen spoilers for it and that made me cry. idk if that’s your type of thing though 🙃

(6/7) That's such a sweet reason to have that. I'm glad you have that kind of reminder. It's so important and I'm really happy for you ❤️ Ahh I wish, but I'm broke :') I know I want the aries constellation behind one ear and cat eyes behind the other (I love cats already but lowkey bc I love nekoma/Kuroo to akdfjh). My sister and I are going to get matching winnie the pooh and piglet ones too

(7/7) Then I want an islander inspired one because ya girl is Chamorro. and then one spanning my back diagonally but I'm not 100% what I want yet. I did end up doing it, just last minute haha. I hope yours went well for you btw! School is hard lol

that’s so cute that you and your sister are getting matching tattoos! that’s literally the dream 😍 is there a story behind the winnie the pooh and piglet?

and i love your idea for the constellation tat! I was planning on getting a quarter-sleeve bicep tat centered around a Sag constellation. ugh i just love tattoos so much, i can literally talk about them for hours 🙃 i’m multi-racial, and i was gonna get an Asian dragon quarter-sleeve on my other bicep, a phoenix on my shoulder blade, and maybe even a tiger on my rib-cage but IDK it’s so expensive and just so much pain. the left side has all my Western tattoos atm 🤣

school can be so rough!! i promise though, it’s worth it in the end. what are you studying?

#skye's asks #firebonbon #lockscreens

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daelighthwi · 8 years ago

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the way you let me in on secrets (that are already mine)

this is a type list for my most recent mafia au!!

in my AU, people are born with a type that is not hereditary. It usually presents by age 3, and it shapes the personality of the person. of course, there are exceptions to the types.

along with some types come magical abilities (or phenomenon that cannot be explained using science).

there are social stereotypes usually associated with the types (eg. a PC-T is air-headed, K-Ts are gym rats, V-Ts are evil, etc.) especially for the the V-Ts, there’s a social stigma that comes along with the type as many other Types associate them with evil. there was a villain rebellion somewhere along the years that caused people to further turn their backs on the V-Ts.

all these types kind of get affected around DP-Ts and may or may not start singing, depending on how strong their resolve is.

anyway let’s get onto actually explaining the types like i’m supposed to be doing:

V-T aka Villain Type:

very creative!!!

insanely good talkers / very eloquent

naturally charismatic (something about them just draws people in)

A++ planning skills

but they’re also good at coming up with things on the fly if they need to

very good at convincing people

clumsy as heck though

expect them to be able to solve / accomplish very difficult tasks, but fail miserably at the simple things

quite oblivious

K-T aka Knight Type:

great fighters

awesome physiques (always very healthy!!)

great faces (many K-Ts tend to be models or celebrities because of their faces)

very courageous in different ways, depends on each individual K-T, so it could be true courage or just foolhardiness

e x t r e m e l y loyal

heart of gold

very passionate about what they do

kind of obsessive sometimes

T-T aka Townsperson Type:

the most ordinary of the Types

tries to stay out of drama as much as possible, but more often than not, they’re collateral damage

life can get kind of hard for them but they just move on

can get kind of pessimistic at times, it’s either that or savagery

very sweet and kind people!!

extremely helpful (though they can go overboard with all the help they shower upon you from the goodness of their hearts)

kind of selfless

great singers, though they tend to be subvocals more than the main vocals (doesn’t make their voices any less melodious)

S-T aka Shaman Type:

very sharp intuition!! really strong 6th sense always trust the gut feel of an S-T

strong shaman types can actually perform small spells, but these are random since their magic energy comes in random spikes

you can tell who’s a S-T by the small magics of life, like measuring the exact amount of flour needed just by randomly pouring out some, flipping to a channel just as the ads end and the show starts up again

S-Ts are kind of aloof and tend not to be surprised at anything

RBFs are strong

they’ve each got small magic abilities given to them, like soothsaying/shapeshifting

really extra most of the time

PC-T aka Prince Charming Type:

can kind of be regarded as the perfect human being

they’re really talented and pick up things really easily (ends up with them having this large set of skills)

really polite, they’re the least likely to sass you both ways to Africa

tend to have a strong emotional attachment to things they really like

also they love their parents a lot, and will do anything for them (like i’m just saying, they love their parents and show it way more often and in crazier ways than the other Types)

trendsetters!!

usually the ones having hipster cafes/bakeries that are really successful because of the interesting themes

short attention span though

DID-T aka Damsel in Distress Type:

unluckiest beings on the planet

they don’t go actively searching for drama, drama finds them

usually have really dainty personalities

just can’t get a break, poor them, they’re usually really tired by the time the day ends

if you get injured a lot or bad incidents keep happening to you, you’re probably a DID-T (or collateral damage)

when they’re tired, they tend to get sulky and petulant

by the way you can never win an argument against a DID-T, they’re just about the best debators on the planet

they have the prettiest smiles

with all the shit they get into, it’s no wonder they’re good at screaming/falsettos

C-T aka Child Type:

is the most-well loved of all the types

cute, pure, wonderful cinnamon rolls

amazingly nice and adorable you really just want to squish them

super optimistic!! very bright and is basically the energizer bunny in human form (or a vitamin, your choice)

good as heck at manipulating others as a result (if they know how to)

mostly they don’t want to because they’re generally too nice

very hardworking and listens to advice well

affectionate!! subtle or out there, it doesn’t matter, C-Ts love skinship

they can eat a lot!! like bottomless pits for stomachs!! (kind of varies from a case to case bassis)

H-T aka Healer Type:

good at looking after people

mothering others is in their blood, but they suck at taking care of themselves

H-Ts are generally really zen and calm (it’s either this or they’re at the opposite end of the spectrum and are l o u d, but they’re still very quiet when they’re tired, upset, or have nothing to say)

good listeners and offer great advice

they have an awesome memory

guitar playing?? they tend to be good at acoustic guitar, but electric guitar is fine for them too

have this special ability to heal injuries, but they can’t bring people back to life

can get kind of lazy

DP-T aka Disney Princess Type:

okay honestly this is the most ridiculous of the types

ahh, yes, DP-Ts, rarest of the types

kind of delicate looking, but they can also be like really strong so don’t let that fool you

really spontaneous people (okay, maybe impulsive is a better word)

they have a natural ability to dance gracefully

no matter what happens, they look impeccably neat and at their best. they look good in ANYTHING (which is so unfair you wouldn’t believe-)

they can talk to animals (the world is unfair, we know)

sings well, they have awesome tone and are always on pitch

the only problem is, the DP-Ts aren’t that well received because they’re rare and different and people don’t like that

also they cause people to stop what they’re doing at any random time and break out into a dance number what do you expect

and that is all, thank you!! hope you understand my fic a little better now lol

#daelightwritings #its a little mafia au of mine #hyungseob's a DP-T #and Woojin's a V-T #i think i'd be a T-T #okay i just realised how that looked #jaehwan's actually a really good exception of his type

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bahkeks · 8 years ago

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tagged by @craniuum, thank you love! this made me want to pick up another book, I haven’t really had the chance since new years :’>

tagging @clueingforlooks, @cupcakesandtv, and @johnandsherlock, but feel free to ignore this of course. (It’s insanely long, I wouldn’t blame you)

1. Do you remember how you developed a love for reading?

I started listening to a read-along tape with the book Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter when I was four and I listened to it so often I eventually memorized the whole book and tricked my family that I could read that’s how I found out reading was my gateway into being a sneaky little binch

but really it was them roald dahl books man matilda was my heart

2. Where do you usually read?

I like reading in cafes, it makes me feel quaint. sometimes in bed but I tend to get distracted

3. Do you prefer to read one book at a time or several at once?

i have the shortest attention span so i’m always in the middle of eight different books

4. What is/are your favourite book(s)?

A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood.

// I can go on and on about this book I love it so fucking much. The movie alone was so beautiful, but once I read the book I hated the film. Because they reversed the story and made it about a depressed man who improved, rather than a man who should have been depressed (because his live-in boyfriend died, he’s alienated by his neighbours/boyfriend’s family, and his one friend is a burden he doesn’t often have the strength to support) but instead he was always so determinedly alive and eager to experience life in its most genuine form.

5. Do you have a least favourite book?

I really did not enjoy the great gatsby. That might have something to do with the fact that I hated being forced to read books in high school, so I immediately resented every book assigned, but I also felt so frustrated that everyone went on about how they loved it and it was incredible and I just couldn’t find it in me to agree, I thought it was boring and there was nothing about the characters I related to or sympathized with, so much so that I don’t even want to try again to see if my perspective changed

6. What is your favourite genre?

it really depends. I thought it was classic fiction, and I didn’t think I could ever touch nonfiction, but then I sprinted through a handful of memoirs by amazing, inspiring ladies. and now I think my only stipulation is books with gay characters or at least gay coding. is that a genre? let’s make it one.

7. Is there a genre you won’t read?

i’m pretty sure i’m just done with YA. hunger games turned me off, and I think i’m just over adolescent emotions that never mature.

8. What is the longest book you ever read?

fanfiction tbh?? Order of phoenix would be my guess, or maybe the complete sherlock books if you count it as one? I don’t really read long books, I get distracted too easily. I’m still in the middle of The Count of Monte Cristo (unabridged is over 1000 pages), and I started that at the beginning of 2016 hoping I could finish it by the end. I'm only a third of the way through.

9. What book are you currently reading?

Nothing at the moment. I mean I do have a handful of books half finished, but I’m not actively reading them. A bit too busy lately, we’ll see in a few months.

10. What was the last book you finished?

Goodbye to Berlin by Christopher Isherwood. It was scary how familiar it all sounded, particularly how people reacted to Hitler’s rise to power.

11. What was the last book you bought?

Fleurs du Mal by Charles Baudelaire, because it’s my favourite book of poems and I found it a fancy leather-bound version; Christopher and His Kind and Down There on a Visit by Christopher Isherwood

12. Do you have a favourite book quote?

"I see now the virtue in madness, for this country knows no law nor any boundary. I pity the poor shades confined to the Euclidean prison that is sanity. All things are possible here and I am what madness has made me. Whole. And complete. And free at last."

that was from a batman graphic novel bite me it was so well written

13. Do you prefer library books or buying books?

buying, definitely. I like staking ownership, and I have a habit of writing in the margins to add my own voice and thoughts

14. Where do you buy your books?

The Strand is my favourite place in the world. it’s basically my sunflower mural in pawnee city hall. but there are also a few cool smaller bookstores in the west village and lower east side. Bluestockings is a volunteer-run intersectional feminist bookstore that’s almost intimidating to walk in but it’s such an amazing resource.

15. How many books do you buy a month?

it’s too irregular to gauge. When I do go into a bookstore, I am very likely not coming out with less than three books, but I’ve been keeping myself from going into bookstores in the first place for a few months.

16. How many books do you own?

I’ve got about 125? in my room right now, but a lot of them are unread and at least one shelf is a collection from childhood that I don’t really intend on keeping.

17. How do you feel about second hand books?

i get them if i’m broke as hell and still feel like treating myself to a dollar one on the racks at The Strand, but i prefer not to. I prefer fresh books, I can’t help but feel icky not knowing where the books have been before

18. Do you prefer E-books or physical books?

physical books mostly, but if it’s bulky i’d rather read it on my phone if i’m on the go

19. Do you prefer paperback or hardback?

if given the choice, hardback, because they last longer and i’m an aesthetic ho

20. Do you prefer to read trilogies/series or standalones?

standalones. reading series feels like reading really long books, and as i’ve said, i’ve got the attention span of a teaspoon.

21. What is the weirdest thing you’ve used as a bookmark?

probably like my toe while i was multitasking

22. What is more important to you: characters or plot?

characters, definitely. i really love connecting with a character because then it feels like i’m just reading about myself or what i could be and i’m a narcissistic pos so who could ask for more

23. Do you ever judge a book by its cover?

oh all the time. especially when a book isn’t popular and doesn’t have an adequate synopsis on the jacket, how else are you supposed to judge it?

24. What’s the most beautiful book you own?

I would say my gilted leather bound copy of Fleurs du Mal, it’s gorgeous and I love looking at it. But if we’re talking cover art... ahh it’s hard to say. I quite like the fsg covers of Christopher Isherwood books

25. What is your favorite book to movie/tv adaptation?

The granada sherlock series is a brilliant adaptation it looks exactly how I’d have imagined when reading the ACD canon.

26. What is the best beverage to drink while reading a book?

tea 90% of the time, but i also love macchiatos if i’m feeling indulgent. when reading. they’re so small, but sipping at them between readings feels like a lil reward for finishing a page.

27. Are you looking forward to any book release? If so, which one?

i don’t really read new books. i think part of my enjoyment is reading books like viewing art in galleries; knowing the story behind them, understanding the context within culture/history.

28. Recommend me a book :3

The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer. I think the message -- to ask more of the people in your life, to trust that people will respond and trust yourself to let them help -- is universal and can really change your life if you let it. Also, Amanda Palmer is a fucking badass and inspiration.

#i do declare #books #reading

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hhjs · 5 years ago

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🍑: ahh no worries! it's okay! i always forget things people have told me a minute ago, so i can't really be mad if the same situation happens to me 🥰 seriously,,, my everyday memory is poor, and so is my attention span lmao

sameeeee lmfao sbsjjdjdjdj we have one braincell ok that's just how it is🥺😭

#🍑anon

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theoriginalkidwithapen · 5 years ago

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Principia – De Motu Corporum XI

CW: politics, foul language, abuse, violence against children, death, murder, drinking, generational trauma, alcoholism

Moreover... we may discover the proportion of a centripetal force to any other known force, such as that of gravity. For if a body by means of its gravity revolves in a circle concentric to the earth, this gravity is the centripetal force of that body.

– Sir Isaac Newton, “Philosophae Naturalis Principia Mathematica”

The Southeast Corridor was a long tunnel 30 meters across. Like with other examples of Lunar construction, it had been bored and excavated from an existing lava tube long ago, and was not covered from floor to ceiling in buildings, bridges, catwalks, and canopies, all punctuated and interwoven with pipes, ducts, and conduit placed wherever it would fit. The lighting was warm and homely, the air rich is the strong, hearty smell of a dozen aromatic spices, and to Sara’s awe and perplexion, the tunnel walls rang with the sound of hundreds of people singing, accompanied by steady rhythmic clapping and the low drone of a didgeridoo. All of this came together to create an atmosphere of primality and modernity, jubilation and solemnity, ritual and extemporanity, it was a hauntingly beautiful and profoundly… human experience. “That’s amazing,” Sara half-whispered in awe, “What are they doing?”

“Havin’ a sing-songs,” Tahlia said contentedly as their coworkers began to join in, “Ahh, nothing like being back on colony after a hard day’s work, ay?” “I… wouldn’t know,” Sara said, somehow feeling a sense of loss at the richness of culture around her and the… happiness, as if to spite the poverty present here, like in the other Selenite spaces she had seen here on the Moon, “Back home, everyone’s always so miserable and beaten. You’d never have something like this in the Wards.” “Can you say that?” Tahlia asked, surprised, “Well, stay close to me, ay? We’ll get you busted out laughing so we can scare those lows away, unna?”

Tahlia led Sara and, by extension, the rest of the group, left to the tunnel wall, up the stairs two floors, then a right, down past the large air vent with wind chimes hanging off the front, and another right across a bridge until they came to a triangular sign with 10 black circles connected by black lines to look like a shrugging cross, laid against a yellow background. Sara had seen thee signs along their path, and that Tahlia had turned every time they encountered one, as if she were avoiding them. “Catchya inna bit, fullas,” Tahlia called out to the others, “The Earthfulla here needs some schooling.” The others let out a hearty laugh and continued ahead. Tahlia directed Sara’s attention to the shrugging cross sign. “That right there is a marker for the Mara-Tea Dreaming,” she began, “It’s important to my mob and to my colony, which is why it marks our custodial lands. We fullas are the Chladni Community of Sinus Medii – our roots, customs, and culture came from the custodians of the lands of Australia way back in the way backs, but in the centuries since, we’ve welcomed Moonfullas from other backgrounds into our colony.” “And how does Sharqi fit in with all this?” Sara asked. “He’s one of us,” Tahlia replied, “Earthgubbahs put him in welfare during the moonquake of ‘49, so he never got reared up proper – he got sent to an Earthfulla family that were part of the Organisation. He came back all growed up, and in a real blackfulla way, he uses his position to get us Moonfullas jobs so fewer of us have to be on the pension.” “You sound like you admire him,” Sara said. “For a Stolen Gen,” Tahlia replied, “he’s a fulla who’s strong in his culture. Now, let’s get some grub, ay?”

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The inside of the restaurant was lively and raucous, full of people talking, laughing, eating, drinking, even singing – and just generally enjoying each other’s company. The air was alive with the smell of hearty food grilled in the open air – the aroma of onions and bell peppers, cooking oils and barbecue sauces, marinated meat and golden grains – Sara had never salivated like this before. The fry cook behind the counter was a giant Aboriginal man with both arms heavily scarred at the elbows, which was where flesh and bone abruptly gave way to the metal and silicone of his cybernetic replacements. His apron had the words, “Black And Proud” printed in large, friendly letters across the chest. “Ay, there you are, sistagirl,” he said jovially, “I was wonderin’ what a fulla’d have to do to get his li’l darlen to come back to her dad’s!” He noticed Sara quietly following her, unsure of how to interact in this sort of setting. “Tahlia,” he asked, “who’s that fulla?” “This fulla’s our new gunna be docker, Sara,” Tahlia replied, “She came up here from America.” “Shair, auntie girl,” he scolded, “Are you ignorant or what? You know gubbahs don’t get us.” “This one ain’t a gubbah,” Tahlia explained, “Nan says she’s my sista from another mister, and I believe her.” “Shame job, Doris,” he sighed, and he gestured to the TV on the far end of the bar, which was airing an interview with the next prime minister of United Earth, a morbidly obese blowhard whose spray tan and toupee were in such appallingly bad taste that they had to be some kind of incomprehensible fashion statement, “Earthfullas are all like that one – they’ve got no respect.” “I’ll flog her myself if she doesn’t,” Tahlia said to Sara’s astonishment. “I’m still here, you know,” Sara commended, “and I’ve picked up enough Moonfulla talk today to know that you don’t like me very much, and I gotta know if we have a problem.” “Ay, little woman now,” the man answered, “don’t be a sookie. I don’t bar fullas unless they’re violent or mission managers. What’ll you have?” “Two of your finest,” Tahlia ordered, “and a flagon each. Don’t skimp on the peppers this time, ay?” “Got it, Tahli,” he affirmed, “Ay, Christo! Fill two gooms for these fullas ‘fore I bust you up!” “Ay, boss!” a younger Aboriginal man shouted in response before filling up two fist-sized glasses with some kind of clear liquor from a tap made from old copper pipes. He slid the two glasses down to Tahlia as the older cyborg turned to his stovetop to grill up their orders. “I’d watch out, if I were you,” Tahlia cautioned as she handed Sara her drink, “This grog’s deadly solid, and it has but one redeeming quality. Mooms up!” Sara joined her in knocking back the sterile, corrosive liquid, fighting the gag reflex its stench evoked as it went down her gullet. Apart from the overpowering alcoholic sting, it had a distinct metallic tang, probably from the pipes and whatever it was stored or distilled in. Even she, a seasoned moonshine drinker, found herself coughing and wheezing after choking it down. “Damn, that’s fucking good!” Sara winced. “It’s also too deadly a machine degreaser,” Tahlia concurred, just as impaired. “Literally,” Sara groaned as she struggled to find her equilibrium, “I might need a new liver after this.” “Dad’s right,” Tahlia said, “You are a sookie.” “Am not!” Sara protested. “Therem therem, sookie,” Tahlia teased, “Auntie Tahli’s gonna love you long time. Two more, Christo!” “Ay, tidda!” Christo called out in response. “Maybe we should go slow on this next round,” Sara suggested, “You have any mixers back there?” “Got some cookin’ oil in the deep fryer!” Chrito replied loudly. “Ay, don’t try to be a blackman now, Christo!” Tahlia yelled, “You’ve got lemon juice and sugar back there, unna? Mix us some hard lemonades, budj!” “Yeah, ay?” Christo answered, “Ay, she’s a big shot now, unna?” “True that, buddah!” half of the people in the room called out in response before going back to their business. “Shame,” Tahlia muttered to herself.

The headquarters office for the Life Support Utility company’s Grimaldi branch was a cylindrical prefabricated structure that jutted out from the water treatment plant like a barnacle, as if it were tacked on as an afterthought. Finchley noted the enormous water main going up through the cavern ceiling to the space elevator. It was the non-descript jugular vein that provided the water, air, and propellant that without which, Grimaldi Station and all aboard would die. He and Nguyen continued across the stark concrete bridge that spanned the trench housing the electrical conduits servicing the power needs of the entire Grimaldi Space Elevator complex, and approached the front gate, which wasn’t really much more than a steel barricade set inside a gap in the chain link fence surrounding the facility. Finchley pressed the button on the intercom. Nothing happened. He pressed it again. Still nothing. Nguyen began restlessly looking around, and noticed that although the door’s security equipment was in place, the bolt holding it locked had been cut. No, burned. Nguyen thought that a laser cutter or acetylene torch had been used here. With one hand and a sideways motion, Nguyen slid the barricade aside with little difficulty, to Finchley’s surprise. “Ewan,” she said as she pulled a bundle of wires out from behind the intercom, which had been cut with electrician’s pliers, “just how, exactly, did you become an inspector?” “My maths were too poor to be an accountant,” Finchley confessed dryly, “and I’m too much of an arsehole to be a project manager.” “So much for the excellence of United Earth’s Civil Service,” Nguyen snarked. She and Finchley drew their sidearms and cautiously approached the office building. They crept up to the front door and flattened their backs against the wall, flanking the doorway. They could hear muffled, indistinct voices on the other side. Nguyen pressed the button to talk on her collar microphone. “Nguyen to Stationhouse,” she whispered urgently, “I’m with an MOI inspector at the LSU Grimaldi Branch HQ. Possible breaking and entering, requesting immediate backup.” She glanced at Finchley, and he returned her gaze. Finchley stepped in front of the door and, after silently counting down from three, he kicked the door open violently and entered, with Nguyen following closely. “Ministry of Inquiry!” Finchley barked at the occupants, “Don’t move!” The six people inside, all wearing LSU uniforms, looked up from apparently mundane tasks with surprise and alarm. Everyone waited in apprehension as detective and technician alike were unsure of how to proceed. Finchley and Nguyen slowly lowered their guns. “Stationhouse, this is Nguyen,” she reported in annoyance, “disregard. Situation is under control.” “Are we under arrest?” a supervisor-type asked obliviously. “No,” Finchley replied with greater annoyance than his partner, “No, you’re not fucking under arrest, you twit!” He holstered his weapon, and Nguyen did the same. “Good,” the supervisor said, “Now, if you don’t have any business here other than harassing utilities technicians, please leave. We are extremely busy!” “Obviously,” Finchley snarked, “You didn’t notice that someone had disabled your security system. We thought someone had broken in!” “You didn’t notice it either,” Nguyen commented offhandedly. “A break-in?” the supervisor asked, “We’ve detected no break-in here.” “How could you?” Nguyen countered, “All the security devices at your front gate have been disabled!” “Besides, you didn’t detect us until after we kicked in the door,” Finchley added. “Fair point,” the supervisor conceded, “and I would send someone out to repair them if I could spare anyone, but I’ve been down to a skeleton crew here ever since all those algal blooms cropped up in Surveyor City. Even with everyone working on that crisis, we’re still working double and triple shifts every day. You can thank your wretched colonial government’s shortsightedness for that!” Nguyen put a hand on her hip. “That’s a hell of an opinion,” she critiqued, “especially for an employee of that government.” “Is it?” the supervisor asked, “I guess I’ve been too busy making sure that half a million people don’t die to notice.” “Right…” Nguyen narked as she rolled her eyes. “That said,” the supervisor said, “I must insist: What business do you have here?” “We’d like to talk to you about the technician you sent to service the CELSS unit at the Governor’s Residence the other day,” Finchley said. The supervisor paused. “Kovac, take over here for a minute,” he ordered, “Officers, step into my office, if you please. I think we may want to discuss this in private.” They followed him to a plexiglass cubicle with no door. The supervisor plopped down in the swivel chair behind the desk and turned to face the detectives. “You wanted to know about a technician that LSU sent to the Governor’s Residence?” he asked as he tapped his desk with his finger, calling up a holographic display with graphs, charts, spreadsheets, and tables, all hovering like cyan specters, “Ah, here it is. Konstantin Dibra, Journeyman Utility Technician Grade 1, assigned to perform the monthly diagnostic test on the Governor’s Residence CELSS unit for January 2293 on 22930112.” He poked the work order for more information. “Huh,” he said in subdued curiosity, “It says here that he accepted the job and completed it within the time allotted, but never reported in for his next job. In fact, he didn’t show up for work today.” “Is that unusual for him?” Finchley asked. “Most definitely,” the supervisor replied, “Konstantin started here as a Grade 4 Apprentice, and in the 12 years he’s worked for the company, the only time he’s ever taken off from work was during the labor strike of ‘87. The man’s a workaholic – he’s always taking extra shifts whenever they become available – even the few times he’s been sick or injured, he insisted on working his full shift.” “The ‘87 labor strike?” Nguyen asked, “So he’s political?” “I don’t have that information,” the supervisor said, “but everyone in LSU was there protesting the pay cuts and having to pre-fund 100 years of retirement pension payments, thanks to your wretched colonial government again. I don’t think he had the time to get involved in politics, he was just standing up for his livelihood like the rest of us.” “But he’s still a trade unionist,” Nguyen pressed, “Doesn’t that imply a political affiliation?” “Not necessarily,” the supervisor corrected, “Everyone – and I mean everyone, down to the secretaries – who work at LSU is a card-carrying member of the LLT. They don’t have to agree with the League’s politics, they don’t even have to like it, period, as long as they pay their dues, they get to work here and receive all the benefits that League membership confers. Konstantin’s paid his dues on time every quarter for 12 years now.” “Could we get a copy of his employee jacket?” Finchley asked. “Certainly,” the supervisor answered, and summoned the technician’s dossier, which he sent to the detectives’ handsets with a flick of his wrist, “Anything else I can do for you?” “No,” Finchley concluded, “but we’ll contact you if we have further questions.” “Well then,” the supervisor dismissed, “good day.” He gestured for them to leave. As they exited the building, Nguyen spoke up. “So, where to now?” she asked. “I’ll question Ms. Yousafzai again,” Finchley stated, “I want you to go follow up on the Dibra lead. Go to his home, try to locate him.” “Understood,” Nguyen responded.

A savory, meaty, bready aroma heralded the arrival of Sara’s salivatory entreé – a breaded steak, buttered mashed potatoes and gravy, collared greens, and a pair of southern-style biscuits. Never before in Sara’s life had she seen such a feast, let alone had one prepared for her. She found herself unsure of how to attack it. Tahlia saw the apprehension in Sara’s eyes. “Somethin’ wrong with it, darlen?” she asked. “No, it looks great,” Sara said, “I just can’t believe that all this is for me.” “Well, eat hearty,” Tahlia advised, “A docker’s gotta keep up her strength, unna?” She took her own advice and began cutting into her steak. Sara stuck her fork into her cutlet and carved off a lice. She put it in her mouth and began to chew, and the flavor – the tang of the salt, the cream of the buttermilk, the sinus-clearing power of the peppers and the garlic – it was more than merely delicious. It was painfully, profoundly beautiful. As she swallowed, she could feel her eyes moisten. The moisture turned to wetness, the wetness to tears that rolled slowly down her cheek in the 1/6th gravity. Before she knew it, she was sobbing uncontrollably, grieving for… something. The girl she was never allowed to be; who could have eaten like this sooner, perhaps. Her grief turned to regret and self-hatred. She wished she had never tasted such a morsel – that way, she wouldn’t have ever known that such a delightful thing could possibly exist, or that she could ever sample such a glorious delicacy. She felt as if she had taken her knife and fork and cut out a piece of herself instead. It hurt her more deeply than any wound she had ever suffered in her life, and it was agonizing. Good things didn’t happen to her. She couldn’t accept that they might. Tahlia was surprised at Sara’s reaction. Her dad’s cooking was good, but she had never heard of anyone being reduced to tears after only one bite. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Sara continued to bawl inconsolably. Tahlia didn’t know what to do – she had never seen a grown woman have a sook like this before. Her tears weren’t born of pain or petulance, or of grief or gladlessness, or of heartbreak or hopelessness. Hers were complex, conflicting tears which tugged at the tapestry of her soul in every direction until the threads frayed and it began to come apart at the seams. Tahlia couldn’t comfort Sara because Sara didn’t know what she was feeling herself. “Mad deadly, ay?” Tahlia asked Sara tenderly, “Gorn den, the second bite’s better’n the first.” Sara wiped her tears away on her sleeve, almost stabbing Tahlia with her steak knife on accident. She regained just enough composure to take Tahlia’s advice and eat another bite of her impossibly heavenly steak dinner. “Why now?” Sara wept wretchedly, “Why not sooner?” “My dad cooked it as quickly as possible,” Tahlia replied, trying to raise Sara’s spirits by comically missing the point. “Not that,” Sara continued, “I just… never ate like this before. Nothin’ like this where I’m from. I’m not sure I deserve this.” “Can you say that, auntie girl?” Tahlia asked, “You deserve to eat hearty and be happy like any fulla. Now eat up. Auntie Tahli’s gonna treat you right, ay?” Sara kept eating, still weeping as she did so. Tahlia turned to face her dad behind the counter. “Ay, dad!” she called out, “Is he ignorant or what?” “Who?” he asked back. “That gubbah,” Tahlia clarified as she nodded in the direction of the screen, which was still showing the interview with the overflowingly gelatinous Prime-Minister-In-Waiting from the United States, George Paramount, “He’s got so much shit packed in his head, it’s spillin’ out his mouth!” “Ayy, no respect that one,” Dad replied, “They had him on earlier, busted for behaviour his nan shoulda flogged him for when he was a little fulla. He’s got no shame.” “What sort of behaviour, dad?” “Oh, he was yarnin’ up big time about grabbin’ mootchas and other shameful shit on an Earth chat show last month,” Dad explained, “and get this – the host let rip on him for that talk, and the dish licker called her a liar, even when she showed him the fucking video of him sayin’ his exact words! Then he stood over her and lapped her up over mobbin’ him up with slander and fake news!” “You’re gammon!” Tahlia dismissed, “Good go, dad, but not even!” “I’m bein’ straight out, baby girl, I’d swear he was grog sick there,” Dad contested, “The loon’s an even bigger sookie than this one, here! If that’s the flashest the Earthgubbahs can pick, we Moonfullas might be best off lettin’ rip on those mission managers in the Colonial Government and stand up for our land rights.” “Nahhh, Earthgubbas have got all of the guns and none of the respect,” Tahlia countered, “If we rise up against them, they’ll turn the city’s tunnels into one great massacre site, and then we’ll all be in for some sorry business, unna?” “Shair, auntie girl,” Dad articulated, “There hasn’t been a massacre on Luna in a hundred years. Gubbahs haven’t got the boobles for more than the occasional bust up.” “Dad,” Tahlia protested, “Mum and Nan were killed in the last ‘bust up.’ I don’t want any more in my mob to die.” “Is it better for us Moonfullas to die slowly as the Earthfullas replace us?” Christo chimed in. “Fuck off, Christo!” Tahlia snapped, “I swear to God I”m gonna bust you if you don’t!” “Then let’s get busted!” Sara shouted, “Christo, two more!” “That’s ‘hammered,’ sista from another mista,” Tahlia corrected.

Amsha was rudely awakened by percussive, metallic banging on the door of her cell before the bolt slid open and the door swung open, blinding her bleary eyes with the light from the corridor outside. A short, stocky, night-black silhouette blotted out the light and set foot in the room. Amsha quickly wrapped herself up in her bedsheets to preserve her modesty, but she wasn’t quite able to cover one of her ankles in the confusion. “Tell me about the LSU technician,” Fichley asked without breaking stride, “Every detail, you can remember, every impression you had of him, everything!” “What is going on!?” Amsha asked in a shocked manner. “The technician!” Finchley repeated, “Tell me now!” Amsha had to take a moment to organize her thoughts and recall what had been a routine and thoroughly forgettable encounter. “The technician was courteous, efficient, professional,” she replied nervously, “The job was completed within half an hour – at the time, I thought it was satisfactory – there weren’t any problems with security, no apparent difficulties or delays–” “Describe the technician,” Finchley ordered, “How tall was he? Was he an Earther? Spaceborn? Selenite? Did he have any identifying features, like scars, birthmarks, prostheses, tattoos?” “Th-the technician was 170-odd centimeters tall,” Amsha anxiously answered, “I think she might have been an Earther, but it was hard to tell with her baggy coverall–” “Wait a minute,” Finchley interrupted, “‘She?’” “Yes,” Amsha affirmed. “The LSU technician was a woman?” “Surely that’s not unusual.” “It isn’t,” Finchley interrogated, “but in this case, it’s impossible. The technician that LSU dispatched to the Residence was male.” “What?” was all that Amsha could manage in her astonishment. “The technician, Konstantin Dirba, was a man,” Finchley clarified. “Your information must be wrong,” Amsha denied, “The technician who came to the Residence was definitely female.” “Ms. Yousafzai,” Finchley said sternly, “why are you lying to me?” “I’m not,” Amsha countered, “I was there. I spoke with her for five minutes. I am certain that she was as much a woman as I am now.” “Indulging in this ridiculous fiction will not derail this investigation,” Finchley accused, “Who is it that you are protecting?” “I’m not protecting anyone!” Amsha protested, “With merciful God a witness, the technician was a woman! Why won’t you believe me!?” “Because your story is unbelievable,” Finchley conjectured, “Now, let’s try this one: Your sister died from anatoxin poisoning due to contamination in the water supply, which the terrorist organisation he belonged to attributed to deliberate incompetence on the part of the Earth-appointed colonial government. Grief-stricken and grasping for meaning, you joined up with the Selenite Liberation Front to carry on your sister’s work.” “This can’t be happening,” Amsha whispered with a quivering voice, “I’ve never committed a crime in my life, I’ve never harmed anyone–” “After being radicalised by Selenite nationalists, the Front exploited your exemplary criminal record to infiltrate you – a sleeper agent – into the Governor’s staff,” Finchley raised his voice as he speculated, “When the time was right, all you needed to do was look the other way while a Front operative sabotaged the Residence’s life support system, and avoid drinking the water while you stood by and watched the maladroit magistrate got his just desserts – death by anatoxin poisoning, just like your sister and thousands of other Selenites.” “–How many times must I tell you that I’m innocent?” Amsha continued, “Why do you keep accusing me of a crime I didn’t commit?” “Of course, your role in this sinister plot could be easily dismissed a negligent, for want of conclusive evidence or culpability,” Finchley pressed, “but under section 132 of the United Earth Code of Laws, lying to an Inspector of the Homeworld is considered perjury, which is a felony offence punishable by up to 120 months’ hard labour, a fine of more than 20,000 Global Exchange Option credits but not exceeding 25 million, or both.” Amha was aghast. 20,000 GEOs was more than she made in a month, and the Lunar Civil Service paid her for her work in the Residence much better than most jobs her fellow Selenites languished in. She wasn’t even sure that she had 20,000 GEOs saved. A perjury conviction would ruin her, but she knew that she was not wrong about the sex of the LSU technician. She had no choice but to persist. “I’m not lying, Inspector,” she answered with renewed determination, “the technician was a woman, and I had no knowledge of a plot to sabotage the Residence or assassinate the Governor-General. You can check the security logs, they’ll prove that I’m telling the truth!” “We’ll see,” Finchley said coldly, “Get dressed. We’ll start again in five minutes.”

It wasn’t until she knocked back her fifth “flagon” of “grog” that Sara loosened up, stopped crying, and felt that warm, contented feeling she remembered from the hard-drinking days of her squandered youth. The booze was her happy chemical. “Auntie Tahli?” she drawled at her drinking companion, “I think I’ve found the grog’s one redeeming quality.” “Yeah, deadly ay?” Tahlia slurred back, “I’ll admit, you smashed those flagons like a killer, sistagirl!” “I can thank my dad for that,” Sara uttered, “It’s because of that motherfucker that I can hold my booze like I do.” “Was he a drunkard?” “Yeah,” Sara miserated, “Hardly had any money for food, but somehow he could always afford a bottle of moonshine for himself. Whenever he got drunk, he’d hit me ‘til I was blue all over. He wouldn’t stop until he passed out, and I learned to cherish those moments when he was too drunk to hurt me. I’d bandage myself up as best I could, get a couple hours of quality shuteye, and pretend that he hit me because he loved me.” “Aww, poor darlen,” Tahlia commiserated, “How’dja get out?” “I was 8 when I got the idea that it was the booze that made him violent,” Sara yarned, “So one day, after I got thrashed so hard that three of my teeth broke, li’l Sara waited until he passed out, then stole his booze and ran away to throw it out somewhere.” Sara gulped nothing before continuing. “Of course,” she confessed, “it wasn’t until I was halfway to the river that I realized that my dad would hit me for takin’ his rocket fuel away, so I decided not to go back home, which turned out to be the best decision I ever made. I knew that alcohol made for a good disinfectant, and because I was still bleeding from my dad’s ham-fisted dental work, I took a swig from the bottle, endured the burning and the pain, and after a few more self-medication sessions throughout the day, I developed a taste for white liquor.” “Your mob’s river people?” Tahlia asked, apparently only catching the middle part of Sara’s tale. “Yeah, that’s us,” Sara sighed drunkenly, “Minneapolis – the Megacity of Lakes. Straddling both banks of the mighty Missississ… Mithithipp… some big-ass river south of Canada, anyway, like a hooker fucking a storm drain.” “That’s a big fucking hooker,” Tahlia mused disjointedly. “Chonky,” Sara concurred. They sat there for about a minute, basking in the sophisticated poetry they had just crafted collaboratively. They expected to win the 2293 Rhysling Award for their creative genius. “Mississippi!” Sara shouted out victoriously, “That’s the name of that goddamn river! Fuck, I’m wasted!” “Glad we got that sorted,” Tahlia declared as she stood up, “I’m gonna go ring my flannel.” She lurched over to a door marked, “Djillawa,” and stumbled inside. The George Paramount interview was interrupted by a news flash. “Breaking news at this hour,” an impossibly comely news anchor announced, “Farouk Al-Amir Najjar, Governor-General of the Lunar Colonies, was found dead earlier today in the Governor’s Residence from anatoxin poisoning.” “Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving gubbah,” Dad grumbled as he wiped the counter down with a microfiber towel. “What’d he do?” Sara asked with inebriated curiosity. “That dish-licking mission manager’s been bleeding us Moonfullas dry for over 30 years,” he replied bitterly, “His ‘work programmes’ created thousands of jobs for Earthfullas while millions of Moonfullas are starving in the tunnels. His government have prioritised tourism over life support, pouring money into expensive hotels overlooking the Apollo sites while children suffocate in their homes and algae blooms kill their parents. He and his predecessors have been perpetrating a genocide so they can replace us with Earthfullas who will do as they are told, and every time we hoola to be heard, they make us drink contaminated water, breathe unrecycled air, and starve on crumbs thrown to us by ignorant visitors who care nothing for the hardship we Moonfullas suffer at their own hands. That is what that Douligha fucker has done!” Sara paused for a moment. “I’m one of those ignorant Earthfullas sent to replace you, you know,” she countered. “Tahlia says you’re a goodfulla,” Dad replied, “That’s good enough for me.” Sara thought about that for a moment, and she decided that she liked that.

“How did you get a job on the docks, anyway?” Dad asked, “The LLT aren’t in the business of giving jobs to Earthfullas.” “Sharqi pulled some strings,” Sara answered. Dad’s expression was one of understanding. “A jambi job, unna?” he wondered, “That fulla’s a cheeky one, ay? Must be because he’s a Stolen Gen.” “Why does a crime boss have so much pull over the Moonfulla community?” Sara asked. “He’s got no more ‘pull’ than anyone else, at the end of the day, we’re all just blackfullas anyway,” Dad answered, “but there’s no denying he’s a respected person in our mob – he’s done more for the Moonfulla community in five years than the Earthgubbahs have in fifty. The Organisation give the LLT the moolah and the muscle they need to stand up to the ration dolers in the colonial government. LLT protect legit jobs for Moonfullas, while the Organisation look out for our little buddahs and sistas who have to act shameful to keep from cadjing in the tunnels. Since Sharqi took over the Organisation, fewer blackfullas have gone missing, especially the sistas.” “So they throw you a bone every now and then, and in return criminals get your undying loyalty?” Sara asked, “Sounds like a bad deal for you fullas.” “Don’t be a mission manager like those fullas,” Dad scolded, “We’d rather not be associated with criminals, but the Earthgubbahs have left us no choice. When the rules are made to keep you under some other fulla’s heel, no one should be surprised when you don’t follow the rules.” “Naw, I get it,” Sara replied, “I really do. Where I’m from, following the rules means a race between overwork and starvation, and see which kills you first.” “For more, we go live to our correspondent on the scene at the Governor’s Residence, Guiseppina Conti,” the anchor reported, “Peppi?” “Grazie,” an Italian reporter said as the screen switched over to her, “The Governor died while eating dinner, when he was served drinking water contaminated with anatoxin-a, a neurotoxin created by the bacteria that live inside toxic algae blooms. He was dead within minutes.” “Does the investigation have any suspects?” the anchor asked. “They have the murderer in custody,” Peppi answered, “and there’s a manhunt for a co-conspirator going on as well. While official sources refuse to comment on whether this was an isolated incident, reliable sources close to the investigation have indicated that the Selenite Liberation Front, a terrorist group operating in the Lunar colonies, may have ordered the Governor’s assassination–” The bar erupted in an uproar. “Ay, look out!” Christo shouted, “There’s gonna be blood on the walls now, buddahs! True!?” “True that, buddah!” the patrons of the bar shouted in response. “Listen up now, young ones!” Dad roared, “Now I don’t wanna hear no more talk of risin’ up or of revolutions or of havin’ a crack at the Earthgubbah, at least not when they might be within cooee, unna!?” The uproar died down abruptly. “That’s him,” Dad said with satisfaction, “Now, they’re just trying to flush us out, ay? They’re out to irritate us – pull our beards, flick our faces – to make us fight on their terms. Now, when the time is right, we and the other communities will sing out, and we will be heard. Until then, we just oughta take a deep breath and cool our jets. No sense in getting violent when it would do no good, ay?” “True that, Elder,” the bar murmured. Dad turned the screen off. “Now clear off,” he said, “Go home and get some rack time. Another hard yakka await you in the morning.” The bar began to empty out, and Dad clapped a synthetic hand onto Sara’s shoulder. “You too, sistagirl,” he said, “Bar’s closed.” Sara got up and stumbled out the door.

“Ay, Sara!” Tahlia called out from behind her, “Where you goin’?” “Home,” Sara muttered distantly, “wherever that is…” She continued to follow Sara for a bit, until Sara stopped at the mouth of the tunnel. “Ay, I’m such a boofhead!” Tahlia declared, “Your salary won’t come ‘til sundown, so you’ve got nowhere to go! Cooee, you can camp with me ‘til then, unna?” “Only one day?” Sara asked despondently, “Where will I stay tomorrow?” “Nah, auntie girl,” Tahlia said reassuringly, “sundown’s not for 18 days. Sunup-to-sunup here on Luna is about a month long.” “All right,” Sara consented, “let’s go. Lead the way, Auntie Tahli.” Tahlia turned Sara around and led her back into the tunnel.

Finchley exited the interrogation room and answered his handset. “Inspector Finchley,” he said. “Ewan, it’s Anh Lihn,” Nguyen replied, “I’ve given Dibra’s hole a once-over. He hasn’t been home since Wednesday morning, when he left for his first LSU job.” “He’s been gone for nearly two days?” Finchley asked, “Did any of his jobs require that he stay overnight elsewhere?” “No, they were all within two hours’ travel on the metro,” Nguyen answered, “The last job he accepted before he disappeared was the routine diagnostic of the Residence’s life support system. How’s the interrogation proceeding?” “It’s been three hours, and she still professes her innocence,” Finchley answered, “She insists that the LSU technician she met was a woman.” “A we saw, the security footage was inconclusive,” Nguyen acknowledged, “but I came across an entry in his diary which describes a recent romance with a woman. Apparently his work schedule required that they postpone a romantic getaway several times, and they were about to finally go when Dibra was called away to work on his last job.” “Did he call for a replacement?” Finchley asked, “Did LSU send someone in his place?” “No,” Nguyen replied, “he accepted the job, and later submitted a completion report. As far as we know, that’s the last anyone heard from him.” “Try retracing his steps,” Finchley ordered, “I’ll follow up on the girlfriend.” “Got it,” Nguyen affirmed, and hung up. “Have Ms. Yousafzai moved back to her cell,” Finchley ordered one of the guards, “we’ll hold her for further questioning.”

“...Reliable sources close to the investigation have indicated that the Selenite Liberation Front, a terrorist group operating in the Lunar colonies, may have ordered the Governor’s assassination…” the screen in Sharqi’s champagne room played. The room was dark, and Sharqi was brooding. Esteri and Rosita had been showering him with affection, and he them, until his consigliere told him to watch the news. Now, they were torn between trying to cheer him up and their own terrible awe at what their ears were telling them. Sharqi tapped the tabletop exactly thus, calling his consigliere.

“Forbes,” he said between gritted teeth, “get me Rong She immediately. I want to know what that serpentine fucker and her psychopathic sister were thinking when they had the Governor murdered.”

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