#he must feel so? terrible? hating on idols for dating rumors is one of the worst norms in kpop

[a-day-in-the-afterlife]

The 14th Department (AFTERL!FE) Meets the Demon Brothers and Undateables (Obey Me!)

Lucifer

Noah heard he has a dog.  He is staying far away from the pretentious eldest. 

Oldest big brother?  You better believe Youssef finds a kindred spirit, even if they differ wildly in personalities.  

Louis lives for the almost regal aesthetic Lucifer has got going on.  Lucifer, in turn, lives for the day Louis will stop talking.

Quincy finds this whole trip preposterous (“What the heck is the Devildom?  What happened to the Underworld?”) and does not like Lucifer’s condescending attitude (it conflicts with his own!).  

Ethan doesn’t like Lucifer—proud and arrogant people with no reason to be so are not to be respected.  Lucifer despises Ethan for the same reason.

Day!  Will!  Not!  Go!  Near!  Lucifer!  He’s so scary!  But Cerberus is his best friend now (Nine-Nine who?).

Nine and Theo together find out that the eldest demon is into classical music and spend hours discussing early compositions with him.

Ell cannot be around this demon!  He is a fallen angel!  He tries to be nice (and because Ell is kind, so is Lucifer, even if the sickly sweetness of the angel drives him up the wall), but every good wish is punctuated with a sneeze.

Lucifer is so overworked, so by way of his calm disposition and love for meditation, Jamie helps him find ways to relax.

The eldest demon’s general demeanor astonishes June.  How manly he is!

Likewise, Sian can’t go near Lucifer without feeling nervous.  The man drips dominating energy!

Verine can’t understand the eldest’s love for classical music.  Rock is infinitely better.

Mammon

Um, Mori and him are best friends.  They together cause trouble in the House of Lamentation and in the 14th Department with their many get-rich-quick schemes.

Gaudy and expensive taste?  Sign Louis up.

Ethan says ‘no’ to the demon’s general pomposity (it reeks of low self-esteem) and by God, doesn’t he own anything that depicts an iota of class?

Mammon is one speedy demon—how can Kirr not appreciate his fleetfootedness when it would bring him so much use whilst hunting?  Apart from that, Kirr has no respect for that reprehensible thief, for the very idea of stealing brings back terrible memories.

Always belittled by their peers, Day and Mammon find a kindred spirit in each other, and Day is always reminded of his past life when he sees all the gold that Mammon professes to possess possesses. 

Kati bit him twelve times because no dumb tsundere was going to steal his (cough Aitachi’s) spot as cutest in the Department!

Licht is eclipsed by Mammon’s demon form because how is he able to pull off wearing so little clothing so well?  He must take notes.  When he learns that Mammon is a model, too, he goes berserk with delight.

Cyrille finds the secondborn exceedingly stupid, although he begrudgingly gives him credit for being pretty decent at math.

Sian spots a fellow tsundere and runs away, because oh my God, it’s so obvious that Mammon likes this MC person!

Leviathan

Games?  Social awkwardness?  Extreme interest in things that no one else seems to care for?  Cyrille has found his soulmate!

Aitachi and Kirr cringe at how Leviathan spends his leisure time, but are intrigued because they have never seen such methods of gaming and media consumption before.

Leviathan is forever at Quincy’s mercy, for the fellow demon has no qualms of absolutely crushing Levi’s already non-existent self-esteem. 

Even though he loathes to admit it, Sian really likes the rhythm games Leviathan plays, and the thousands of idol posters in his room make him strangely nostalgic of his past life.

June wonders how Levi can go so long without feeling the overwhelming need to burst into a sprint now and again.

Theo almost kills the thirdborn because how is his room filled with so many Demonrito and Hell Mountain Dew containers?  What filth!

Speaking of filth, Licht finds some of Levi’s dating sims and oh my darling, some of them are quite … lewd.

Ghilley and Leviathan together construct an elaborate Lego model of a castle from the anime My Sister Is A Fairy Princess, And Her Suitor Is Secretly An Ogre From a Land Far Away And Wants to Eat Us All, And It’s Up to Me to Save My Sister’s Kingdom.

Ethan can’t even walk past Leviathan’s room without a disapproving “tut.”  Has the demon no discipline, despite being rumored to be the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy?

Kati spends all day poking at the cute monster and waifu figurines situated in Levi’s bedroom.  He thinks Azuki-tan is cute, but not as cute as him, and anyone who says otherwise will get bitten!

Aitachi likes to rifle through Leviathan’s anime sword replica collection and giggle because in combat, they would be of no more use than a toothpick.

Satan 

Finally!  Someone with sense! thinks Ethan.  Boy, do these two get along, right down to their educated and proper mannerisms to their mutual hatred of Lucifer.

Verine can’t go near Satan without coughing violently because the forthborn always has some manner of cat hair on him, no matter how diligently he preens.

Cats are infinitely better than dogs, so Noah sticks close to Satan.

Cyrille thought he had found a friend in Satan, who always has his nose in a book, but it turns out, Satan is more philosophically-and-intellectually-versed, while Cyrille is more scientific.

Nine likes Satan, for he is as calm as himself.  Strangely enough, they both seem to have hidden wrathful feelings and bond over this.

Kitties! :D is all Day can think when he sees the fourthborn.

Youssef enjoys Satan’s company, too, for they both are anthropological in nature—always watching, but never interfering until there is a need.

Blond and princelike are the two of them, but Louis is sorely disappointed when Satan’s royal appearance is merely a façade of darker emotions to come, where Louis enjoys life in its every aspect.  “How disappointing art thou, Satan!”  Louis throws rose petals in distress.

Kirr and Aitachi try to hunt one of Satan’s cats, thinking it was some kind of Devildom’s finest prey.  Satan does not forgive them for the attempt.

Theo sneezes the moment he enters Satan’s room.  Although everything is in its place and not truly messy by any means, he refuses to let the stacks and stacks of books sit idly by when they are begging to be put in shelves!

Quincy and Satan each add to their respective repertoire of curses in their time together.  It does not bode well for anyone in the House of Lamentation or 14th Department.

Asmodeus

They are … essentially the same person, so you can bet your ass that Licht and Asmo absolutely live for each other’s company.  They literally spend hours modeling clothes together, discussing fashion, gossiping about their romantic exploits, and praising their overall appearance.  

Louis joins in too, although he mostly stays for the latter, and the three vanquish away many nights complimenting their own and the others’ looks.

Sometimes Asmo likes to sew patches and sequins onto his clothes and mend them to his own design, and Aitachi, who likes to sew, learns many different ways of stitching from the fifthborn, although he hates the fact that Asmo, like Licht, never shuts up about what an “adorable and cute warrior” he is!

Asmo has to know Kirr’s hair care routine, which Kirr gives in one, succinct sentence: “I wash it.  Sometimes.”

Nine has to constantly flee Asmodeus’ presence because it is in his nature to compliment the Soul Reaper on how absolutely beautiful he looks.

Kati expects makeovers, all of which should emphasize his cuteness, every other day.

Don’t ask how long Mori spent calculating how much money Asmo spends on beauty products, because he wept at the end of it.

Verine refuses to step a foot into Asmodeus’ room because do you know how much his sinuses are going to bother him when he spends even a second into a room so deeply entrenched in the fragrance of flowers and perfume?

Ghilley is used to a personality so akin to his roommate, Licht, so he has no qualms in dealing with Asmo and quite likes the gossip he is quietly able to distill from the fifthborn.

Beelzebub

Brothers in their flaming orange hair, June gloms onto Beel with astounding loyalty (Theo refuses to admit jealousy, but ...), especially when he hears of his dedication to his twin.

Cyrille has to interrogate Beel on the structural integrity of his wings in his demon form because there is no way that such a flimsy apparatus could lift a demon of Beel’s stature even an inch into the air!  Also, how much does Beel exercise if he expects to gain muscle and burn off the infinite calories that he consumes?  It is a scientific mystery.

Day likes snacks, Beel likes snacks!  Everything is right in the world (even if the demon accidentally mistook Day’s hair for a mint ice cream cone).

Jamie is constantly offering fresh fruits and vegetables to the sixthborn, but even though he eats them willingly, Beel much prefers foods that will actually fill him up for a short amount of time.

Again, Ethan is appalled by the lack of discipline Beelzebub shows.  The demon is simply a slave to his appetite and deserves nothing less than scorn.

Theo cannot decide if he likes or hates the fact that Beel leaves a trail of crumbs wherever he goes.  On one hand, he gets to clean, but on the other hand, it’s so messy ... 

Even though he has many misgivings of fallen angels, even Ell cannot help but like Beel!  As long as he is fed, the demon is very sweet and kind.  

Noah likes Beel, too.  Something about his easygoing and generally cheerful personality pleases him to no end. 

Beel tried to eat Kati’s hair, thinking it was a yummy bun.  Sadly, he got bit more times than Mammon.

Youssef is a good cook and is thereby followed by Beel wherever he goes.  The kind Soul Reaper doesn’t mind, though.

Belphegor

Noah likes how Belphie takes things easily and calmly, although it probably wouldn’t hurt for him to get more exercise.

Belphegor is even more of a conundrum to June than Leviathan was.  He decides that next time he goes to the Devildom, he’s going to bring an extra pair of running shoes because the demon most certainly was wanting of physical exertion! 

Kirr is absolutely astonished at the unguarded and completely lax way Belphie sprawls out in the House of Lamentation, sleeping.  If he was an enemy tribesman, he would have no trouble in taking the demon down as he slept.

“This kind of laziness is not fit for a warrior at all!” cries Aitachi any time he seems Belphie dozing off.

Jamie likes Belphegor’s way of thinking.  Sometimes, sitting under an apple tree in the sweltering summer heat after a hard day of work just causes one to be overcome with the desire to take a nap. 

Youssef tries to brew Belphie a cup of espresso, but the caffeine just doesn’t seem to have an effect on the Avatar of Sloth. 

Although he is slightly disheartened by the fact that his quiet footsteps seem to have no effect on the seventhborn, as he is always asleep, Ghilley revels in the prospect of drawing unsavory graffiti on the demon’s face when he slumbers.

Day sometimes tries to rouse Belphie, and Belphie, in turn, tries to kill Day.

Like his observations on his twin, Cyrille cannot fathom how the demon could sleep so much.  How could one body need so much rest?

Simeon

Ell loves him.  How can he not?  He is the perfect angel!  He is also very curious as to how the Celestial Realm of Obey Me!’s world works compared to the one in AFTERL!FE.

His whole aesthetic mesmerizes Louis.  There’s something so tranquil but regal about it.  

Licht wants to know where he can get an exact copy of Simeon’s outfit because darling, it's gorgeous.

Youssef probably spends more time around Simeon than he should, but his calm demeanor is so refreshing compared to the chaos in the 14th Department and the House of Lamentation. 

Kirr and Aitachi together lament with Simeon on the struggles of working with technology.  Why is it so difficult?

Something about the angel’s holy air makes Mori very much not inclined to ask him how much the gold clasp on his cape is worth.

Quincy hates the “pretentious” and “stuck up” angel and bickers with him almost as much as he bickers with Ell.  Simeon never responds to his goading, although ... he does get a bit prickly when Quincy criticizes Luke or the Celestial Realm too harshly.

Encouraged by the prospect that he can actually breathe in the (fresh-smelling) presence of Simeon, Verine enjoys his company, but is perpetually annoyed by the fact that the angel seems to pity him for his condition.

Ethan can’t hate Simeon, either.  He is the sole honorable character he can find in the entire Devildom, even though he has to admit that it seems that the angel is hiding something.

Day really likes Simeon!  He’s so nice and is always ready to play with him.

As a man of science, Cyrille scoffs at Simeon (and Luke’s) unfaltering belief in religion. 

Luke

Kati bites him on sight.  Luke just seems irritating and how dare he think himself cuter than him!

Aitachi sympathizes with Luke, for they both lament on not being taken seriously because of their age.  

Luke reminds him a bit too much of a chihuahua for Noah to be too fond of him, but the little angel means well, so Noah suffers his incessant barking out of (Kind)ness.

Day is a human puppy ... and Luke is an angel chihuahua.  They get along great, although Luke makes it his most important goal to Christianize Day, who seems to believe in other things!

Quincy wonders when Luke will stop talking and is constantly entertaining thoughts of hastening the day when he will.  Likewise, Luke wishes the “horrible demon” would go away forever.

As a fellow angel, Ell finds Luke to be great fun.  It’s strange though, Luke seems to always be expressing the opposite of what he’s feeling in typical tsundere fashion, but he never sneezes.

Sian finds Luke to be of the utmost annoyance.  He’s so short (heh) and yappy and annoying!  

Kirr wonders if the little angel will make a good hunting dog, but after he realizes that Luke has a lot of trouble keeping his mouth closed, he thinks  better of it.

His dealings with Day cause Nine to be an excellent caretaker of Luke when Simeon is away.  You just have to deal with exuberant personalities like his carefully, is all.

Ghilley and Licht give Luke “five stars” in terms of cuteness.  The young angel does not approve!

Theo stays far away from Luke.  Children are walking crumb-and-stain-factories and he is not going to get dirty.

Solomon

Quincy and Solomon exchange many spell incantations and curses and keep the rest of the Soul Reapers, angels, and demons in an uproar with their constant shenanigans. 

When he notices that Solomon has many fortune-telling artifacts in his room, Kati rifles through them all (without permission), much to the sorcerer’s amusement, especially when Kati discovers many supposedly unpleasant things about his future.

Although Quincy and Solomon are the true troublemaking duo in terms of pranks (Satan helps, sometimes), Day and Solomon are almost equal in measure, although much of Day’s rogurey is an accident, and he never means to cause any harm!

Licht is instantly enamored by Solomon’s cape—what style!  You can see the entire Milky Way embroidered on it (Cyrille instantly assures him that that is not actually the case)!

Ghilley can’t help but wonder why anyone thinks Solomon is shady.  He seems to be a pretty upstanding, if chaotic, guy?

Youssef admires the humanity of Solomon.  In a land of angels and demons and even Soul Reapers, it’s good to have someone so normal.

Unlike Ghilley, Ethan definitely notices that something shady is afoot when Solomon is around.  Because of this, he tails the sorcerer wherever he goes, for he’d rather not a ruckus be caused.

Sian has many questions for Solomon on the status of idols in the Human World since he left it.  What are the newest trends?  The most popular groups?  The most admired dance moves?  He wants to know it all.

Barbatos

Cyrille finds the whole time-travel aspect of Barbatos’ powers intriguing and derails the butler from his duties for hours in attempts to understand the nuances of this overpowering concept.

Ethan privately thinks that he looked much better in a butler suit than the demon.  What is even going on with the front of his outfit?  A diligent and uncomplaining demon is Barbatos, and Ethan has to respect him for that, even if he is a position so beneath his own.

He’s so scary! D: thinks Day, even though Barbatos is nothing but kind to him.

Kirr likes the fine fare that Barbatos cooks, although he laments not being able to win “the mind game” against the butler, who he spends many hours staring coolly at.

Theo and Barbatos spend many an evening chatting about the best way to maintain the most perfect state of cleanliness.

The strong smell of detergent follows Barbatos sometimes, and Verine can never bring himself too close to the demon.  However, he has to begrudgingly admit that if it weren’t for the overwhelming stench of chemicals, he would be breathing in a suffocating cloud of dust particles, so he has to thank the butler for that.

Jamie gives Barbatos many good recipes for fruit pies and Youssef can’t wait to try all the (possibly) delicious recipes that Barbatos recites to him.  

Ghilley, unfortunately, finds it very difficult to sneak up on the butler, for Barbatos has seen all Ghilley’s attempts to scare him in all the timelines he has observed. 

Diavolo

This bumbling idiot is the ruler of the Devildom? thinks Ethan with great distaste.  However dignified Diavolo might be, Ethan cannot see past the blindingly cheerful mask he puts on and finds it most undignified.

A fellow royal!  How is Louis supposed to resist striking a long-winded conversation?  Diavolo entertains Louis’ pompous and overbearing self and they find each other most delightful.

Licht positively drools over Diavolo’s demon form outfit.  Just how he is pulling off that much style?

Quincy finds much enjoyment in disrespecting the Prince of the Devildom to no end and is always disappointed when Diavolo responds to his insults with a tolerating smile.

The Prince of Demons and the son of the Demon Lord are titles that are essentially the bane of Ell’s existence, but he manages to be most respectful toward him, even though he is shaking in his shoes and wondering when all their interactions will come to and end.

Day lived like a king in his past life and is not even remotely fazed by the enormous amount of finery found in the Demon Lord’s Castle.  He is, however, enamored with the Little D’s, who, when not insulting him, are great fun!

Diavolo’s lifestyle of luxury is basically Mori’s dream, so he takes every opportunity to make notes of the expensive furniture and ancient pieces.

Noah and Youssef like how down-to-Earth Diavolo is, despite his high position.  They feel as if he has something to hide, but for the most part, he is a jolly fellow and they enjoy his company.

#afterl!fe #obey me #after l!fe #obey me lucifer #obey me luci #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me solomon #afterlife nhn #afterl!fe nhn #after l!fe nhn #obey me shall we date

[deliberatelyvague]

Spotlight (Asmodeus x fem!reader)

Started: April 5, 2020 at 7:42pm

Ended: April 5, 2020 at 8:50pm

Word Count: 2,030

Shipping: [Asmodeus x fem!reader]

Trigger Warning: cutting, eating disorder, (notes of) depression

Author’s Note: Uhh so here’s another one. I enjoy writing stories, so please, continue requesting!

Prompt/Request: OK SO IDK WHICH ONE I WANT TO REQUEST SO IM DOING BOTH. Can I request a mc x asmo scenario where mc is a super duper popular idol but it’s later revealed that in order to keep her beauty she develop an eating disorder and started to develop depression resulting in cutting her self?? Sorry for the weird ask!!

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You had always heard the saying ‘beauty is pain’. You didn’t realize how much pain it was, however, until you got down to the Devildom. Of course, you weren’t totally off Scott-free, your fans still expected some content, and you were in no place to deny them that.

Now, you loved the majority of your fans. They always backed you up, defended you and the link, but there was just somethings they couldn’t defend you from. Including yourself, unfortunately.

Getting famous started moderately fine, you went viral because of your singing videos, and you guess some modeling businesses enjoyed your looks and attitude enough that they asked if you could do some shoots. From then on, it was a whirlwind of sessions, meet and greets, starving yourself and self harming.

That last part was relatively new, and it was caused by some hate that you had received. Well, hate was to put it in modern terms. A tabloid had started rumors that you had gained weight, which wasn’t wrong (you were still growing and maturing, your body weight is going to fluctuate), but they stretched it beyond what it was and paired it with some terrible pictures taken with your guard down. It all mixed to create a terrible atmosphere, especially when other tabloids started to gossip about your weight as well.

Eventually it seemed that your weight was the only thing important. So, you started to cut down on food. You started to take walks and workout moderately regularly, and the results were almost instantaneous. You dropped a few pounds a week, your figure slimmed down and you had never felt better. But then, the opposite effect happened with the tabloids, talking about how much weight you had lost, but this time they were praising you. You loved that feeling, it’s why you continued singing and modeling anyway.

People called you beautiful and you thrived off the attention, which is probably why when you went to the Devildom you and Asmodeus hit it off so quickly.

You two were best friends within the first week you were there- and since he had a tendency of going partying after school and hanging out with other friends of his on some days, he never noticed how little you truly ate.

None of the other brother’s noticed, or you figured they didn’t.

But then something happened, you stopped losing weight as quickly as you had been. This sends you into spirals of anxiety, making you cut back more and more, exercise more. But it didn’t work. In fact, one week when you had weighed in, you had gained weight.

As you stared at that number flashing at you, the number that was only a pound above where it had been last week, you started sobbing.

Thoughts piled up in your mind about how you weren’t good enough anymore, about how your fans will leave you, about how Asmodeus would leave you. His friendship meant the world to you, and you would be lying if you told yourself that a friendship was all that you wanted from him.

But he was out partying with demons that were better than you, no doubt, ones that were skinnier, more confident, and yards better than you in everything.

In the back of your mind, you remembered the hater’s comments on some of your most popular songs, telling you about doing things to your body. You remember the tabloids gossiping about self-harm scars on popular actresses' bodies, and you thought about why they would do that. It’s said to be a pleasure source, something that makes the person doing it feel better.

You would do anything to feel actually, genuinely happy, for once, so before you even thought about it you had popped a blade out of the razor in the bathroom and pressed it to your hip. You almost never showed off your stomach, so it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

You flinched away from the wound almost immediately, the pain coming in tiny spikes. But then, eventually, there was a bit of pleasure coming from it, watching little dots of blood pop up and drip down your hip and fall onto the ground. You cut yourself again, then once more.

You swallowed, breaking out of the trance the red lines had put you in before you realized that you needed to finish your homework. You cleaned up your cuts, sliding on a pair of loose-fitting joggers and a shirt you had taken from Asmodeus and padded over to your desk, sitting in the sodden chair, trying not to bother the cuts more than the pants would already. You quickly finished the homework, well as quickly as you could when every few minutes or so you would move slightly and the cuts would be agitated, and for a few quick moments you considered taking off your pants, but you didn’t know when Asmodeus would make his way to your room and come in without knocking like he usually did.

Though eventually you did change into some sleeping shorts, ones that almost fell off of your body, and that were practically bootie shorts.

“Doll, I’m coming in,” you heard Asmodeus’ voice through the door before he opened it. You were laying on your back on your bed, your head hanging off and your DDD in your hand.

“Asmo!” You called gleefully, his face immediately lightening your mood substantially. “How was the party?”

“It wasn’t as good as the one the other week, you remember that one, right doll? The one I forced you to come to.”

“Oh, yeah that one. I love that the first party you made me go to was also a rave. Go big or go home, right?”

“Of course! Now, Doll, what are we doing tonight? We could watch a movie and eat some unhealthy snacks?”

“Uh, we can watch movies, but I don’t really want to eat anything,” you told him, flipping around on your bed and sitting on your legs. He tilted his head and a frown formed between his two perfectly sculpted eyebrows.

“Oh? But Lucifer told me you didn’t eat tonight, you must be hungry?”

“No, I’m not really,” you assured him, but your stomach decided to betray you in that exact moment almost as if it was saying ‘don’t lie to him I am hungry’.

He looked from your stomach to your face with an unamused look on his face.

“[Y/N], he also told me that he’s never seen you eat, that you don’t eat dinner here at all. You know you don’t have to lie to me, right?”

The honesty in his voice and the look in his eyes almost broke you.

“I know,” he looked concerned, but didn’t push you. You knew you would tell him about your disorder when you were ready, hopefully if he had any idea about your disorder, he knew that too.

The two of you decided to do an at-home spa day, and he took you to his room. The two of you did face masks, hair masks, mani-pedis, and other things like that.

You had chosen each other’s nail colors, and you had picked an orange color to match his eyes, and he picked pink, using a holographic color on your ring figures. You liked that enough you did that on his ring figured too so you both would be matching.

While you waited for your nails to dry and picked out toenail polish, he asked you about any crushes.

“Oh, no, Asmo, I don’t really have my eyes on anyone,” you lied as you looked through the shades of blue he had. His eyes immediately lit up.

“Yes! Yes you do, I knew it! Who is it?” He said excitedly, and you shook your head.

“I knew you wouldn’t believe that. I’m not going to tell you because it’ll never happen, trust me.”

“Doll, how could you say that? I’m sure a lot of people would love to date you, to be able to call you theirs!” You shook your head, scoffing at him.

“Not this guy. I’m pretty sure he had his eyes on someone else, anyway.”

“Is it Lucifer? It does seem like he has his eyes on Diavolo, but I don’t know about that one, Doll. You still might have a chance.”

“No! It’s not Lucifer, I don’t have that big of daddy issues.”

“Who is it? Please, tell me,” he begged, and for the first time you actually looked at him. His eyes showed almost.. sadness. He seemed sad to be thinking about you with someone else.

You just shook your head.

“Asmo,” you let out, leaning back and looking at him. “It’ll ruin this.” He frowned.

“[Y/N], what do you mean?”

“Asmo,” here it comes, you just decided to let it out. “I like you. I really, really like you. But I understand if it weirds you out, if I’m not your type, I-”

You were interrupted when Asmo held the back of your head and brought your lips to his. You melted into his, and he put his hands on your hips and pulled you onto his lap. You let out a yelp when he pulled on you a little too hard, your cuts opening.

“Doll, what’s wrong?” He asks, before looking down at where his hands were, one of his hands having a little spot of blood on them and the shorts being stained with a little amount of blood. “[Y/N], what’s this?” You let his lift your shirt and pull down your shorts slightly, and he let out a small gasp, his face dropping as he took in your figure, one significantly smaller than it had been when you first came, and the multiple cuts you had on you.

“I, it’s just stress. The tabloids, the comment sections of almost anything when I post pictures, it’s all just a lot.”

“Doll, you could have come to me. Here, let’s fix you up a little bit,” he soothed, picking you up and making you wrap your legs around him, carrying you to his bathroom and dressing your wounds. You didn’t say anything to him. “When’s the last time you ate or drank anything?”

“I drank some water earlier today,” you tell him, and he smiles slightly and strokes your hair. “Good job on that, Doll. But we need to get some food in your stomach, okay?”

Your heartbeat sped up, and you shook your head, tears coming.

“No, Asmo, I can’t eat. Please, don’t make me.”

“I’m not asking you to eat much, please, I can’t have my girl dying on me. What about a piece of fruit and some more water?”

You looked at the floor for a few seconds.

“Can we watch something while I eat, and cuddle, please? It’ll help me take my mind off of it, I think.” He nods, and you both walk to the kitchen after fixing your clothes.

Grabbing your food and water you make your way to your room and turn on [TV show or movie] as Asmo sat on the floor, pulling you into his lap, his chest pressed against your back. He kissed underneath your ear.

Once you had finished the food, which took a bit, but it’s still down for now, he praised you.

“Good girl, Doll. Now finish the water and he can cuddle more.”

You finish the water and turn to him.

“Thank you, Asmo. For helping me.”

“Of course, Doll. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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This was written by me in no way trying to romanticize mental illnesses. I try to write what I feel would help me in the moment. I completely understand that mental illnesses don’t just ‘disappear’ when you’ve figured out that someone loves you or someone helps you once- that’s why I don’t write what happens after in most cases. If you are struggling, please reach out to anyone you trust, or call a hotline.

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For You: 4 O’Clock

Chapter 5: Shook

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Lucas’s POV

I was betrayed. 

On the plane, Kai was my friend. Or at least he acted like he was. 

After Mom stormed off, and Baekhyun started whining about his hurt feelings, Kai gave me some gummies from his travel bag. Everyone knows fruit flavored snacks are the way into my heart. 

Then he let me listen to music on his phone. Everyone knows I love listening to music. 

Then we laughed at Mark when he fell on his way to the bathroom. Everyone knows I love laughing at Mark.

Life was good. I didn’t know that Kai was laying a trap that would spring the minute we were alone in the hotel room. 

“Do you like Lei?” He asked after closing the door. 

I hadn’t even changed into my SpongeBob pajamas, and I was already answering that old question. The answer never changed, but people kept asking. “No.” 

I walked past him and belly-flopped onto my bed. The pillows were so soft, and I was so tired, I decided to take a nap without changing out of my jeans. I closed my eyes, started to drift off, and—

Kai jabbed me in the side with his index finger, and I flinched so hard that I banged my head against the wall. 

“Cut it out in there!” Taeyong barked from his room. I heard him loud and clear. The walls must have been thin. 

I shrieked, “Ow!” but Kai didn’t apologize. He was glaring at me, I realized while rubbing the swelling injury on the back of my head, because he thought I actually liked Lei. 

Narrowing my eyes, I asked, “Why do you care?” I was kinda kidding when I asked, “Do you like Lei?”

“What?” Kai’s face darkened in anger, disgust, or both. “No!”

I gasped as I sat upright. “You do!” My jaw fell open. “Why else would you respond so passionately? You know what they say— there’s a fine line between hatred and love— and you’ve always hated Lei!”

He said, “I don’t hate Lei.” 

And I was like, “Ooooooooh!”

He rolled his eyes and added, “I don’t love her either!” And when that didn’t shut me up, he asked, “Why were you all huddled up in the bathroom if you don’t like her?”

I bit my tongue. How much was I allowed to tell Kai? Obviously, I couldn’t have said any of that junk about Mom actually being the idol who never debuted. I couldn’t mention that stuff about Mom and Donghae’s fifteen years of “unrequited” (totally requited) love. Or else, Lei would probably kill me. 

“We were just talking.” 

I knew he probably wouldn’t accept that answer, and he would ask for details that I wouldn’t give. But my friendship with Lei wasn’t any of his business anyway, so I crossed my arms and didn’t say anything until Kai guessed, “Were you talking about her moment with Taemin in the garden?” 

Nodding, I went with that. “Yep.” 

“Great.” He threw his hands up in the air. “So they’re both hung up on it.” I realized then that there was more to their late-night conversation than Lei told me before Mom barged in and jumped to totally perverted conclusions. 

Lei probably wouldn’t have told me more even if we had all the time and privacy in the world. I wasn’t hurt exactly. Just jealous that Kai’s best friend had obviously told him more than mine told me. 

I understood that Lei was all shy and secretive about boys. That was her right or whatever. But it sucked that she was secretive even with me— her best friend— as if I were a psycho “fan” or two-faced reporter. 

Of course, I never pressed the issue. I didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable or defensive. Didn’t want to put more pressures or burdens on her shoulders. Didn’t really want to talk about kissing and feelings and all that with her because she was like my little sister, but still. She deserved someone to talk to. And I would’ve tried to be that person for her. But she never asked me, and I guess I kinda wished she would. 

My head hurt from thinking so much. 

“Oh.” I leaned against my headboard. “So Taemin’s talking about it too?” Because Kai was pouting, I pouted and hoped that he wouldn’t realize that I didn’t really know what it was. 

“Yes!” Kai crashed onto his bed. “Apparently because she gave him some ribbon, and he gave her some rose, and they texted all night after staring at the moon, Taemin thinks they’re soulmates!”

I was shook. 

Yeah, I overheard Taemin say that stuff about ribbons and soulmates when we went camping. And I liked to tease lei for her obvious crush on Taemin. But I honestly didn’t know there were real feelings there. 

To tell you the truth, I felt like a big stinking pile of crap for joking about something that actually mattered to Taemin and Lei. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know. It didn’t matter that I didn’t get it. I was sorry. 

“Well,” I shrugged, “maybe they are.” 

Kai started ranting about how irresponsible it was for idols to date, how it could end badly for Taemin and Lei and everyone in the group. He probably thought I was zoning out because I was too dumb to get it or something. But that wasn’t why I blocked him out. 

In my head, I knew that Kai was right about a lot of things. He knew more about the industry. In my heart, I knew that Taemin and Lei deserved to be happy. Maybe they could have been happy together, I thought. And, in my head and heart, I knew that Lei already understood everything Kai said. 

If I knew Lei— and I promise I did— I knew she was laying in her bed trembling with anxiety. She was probably too stressed about unfair garbage that came with our job to feel happy that Taemin— her idol— and, more importantly, a good person— recognized that she was a ray of sunlight even if she didn’t feel like one. 

Kai wasn’t trying to be a jerk or a party pooper or anything. Maybe I should have listened to him. But I decided as I laid there smiling because I could just feel that Lei was going to end up in love with Taemin— TAEMIN— that I wouldn’t bother her with all those real-world worries. I would nudge her toward happiness any way I could, every chance I got. 

So I was excited when Lei knocked on my door at daybreak. I was so excited to report that Kai said Taemin liked her that I opened the door wearing nothing but my SpongeBob pajama pants. In hindsight, I guess I understand why we had so many dating rumors. Oops. 

“Dude, Lei!” I cheered. Then, I noticed she was upset. In the face, she looked like a sad toddler, and her hair looked like a bird’s nest. “You look like a mess.” I pulled her into the room and tried to smooth her hair. 

It was hopeless. I can’t say this enough: she looked terrible. 

She moped, “That’s good because I feel like a mess.” 

I expected her to scold me when she saw I wasn’t wearing a shirt, but she didn’t. She just said, “It’s really hot in your room. Mine is freezing.” 

“Well,” I sincerely suggested, “why don’t you get Taemin to hold you? I’m sure you’d only have to ask once, and—”

Lei wheezed, “I can’t stay in a room with Taemin. That’s why I came to find you. We have to swap roommates or something.”

Oh. I knew Lei was modest, but I kinda expected her to be thrilled to share a room with Taemin. Had something happened? Did love always end so soon? Was Kai right— were things already ending badly? Before our first concert?

“I don’t know what you want me to do.” I scratched my neck helplessly. “We’re not even supposed to be talking right now, and—”

From his bed, Kai groaned, “What’s going on over there?”

Lei ushered me closer to the door— further from Kai— as she whispered, “We’re gonna have to ask Kai to swap. Or I’ll go sleep in the van. Or maybe Mark—”

“Lei, chill out for a second.” I grabbed her arms to assure her that everything was okay. There was no reason to talk so fast or resort to sleeping in a car or in a room with Mark. “What happened? Did Taemin do something or—”

“I didn’t get any sleep, and I don’t understand why I couldn’t fall asleep when he did. I just laid there, freezing, and I thought about him, and I felt so sad for no reason, and—”

Thank God somebody knocked on the door and interrupted Lei’s monologue. I didn’t even know where to start unpacking it, and I realized I wouldn’t have to when Taemin’s voice came through the door. 

“Jongin! Lei’s missing, and—”

When Taemin first tried to open the door, I panicked because Lei still looked like a wreck. I screamed. My scream made Lei scream. And Lei’s scream made Taemin scream and slam the door on his foot. I think it would have been pretty funny if I wasn’t too busy trying (and failing) to fix Lei’s hair to laugh. 

The second time Taemin opened the door, Lei and I yelled, “Don’t look!” I grabbed the hat I wore on the plane and forced it over her bushy hair, she positioned herself to cover my exposed chest, and Taemin dropped his jaw as he looked at us with wide eyes. 

This time, I instantly knew how bad Lei and I looked together. 

Maybe he wouldn’t admit it— or maybe he would if he liked Lei half as much as Kai feared— but I knew Taemin was gnawing on his lips like that because he was jealous. Jealous and hurt. 

I pushed Lei off of me, and Taemin quietly beckoned her into the hall. 

Even though nothing happened, I felt bad about the misunderstanding. Still, I didn’t doubt that they would work things out when Lei followed Taemin into the hall. 

Things always work out for people who are meant to be together. 

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[jhye-lee]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒈 

Author: Skylarbeyond

Posted on Asianfanfics

Lee Taeyong x OC

Lee Taeyong who other people see

Lee Taeyong who the fans see

Lee Taeyong who I see.

 I wonder who is the real Lee Taeyong?

***

There was this boy in her class who looked like he came out from the manhwa she used to read. She heard how her fellow female classmates were talking about the parcular boy. He sat alone in his seat while reading something quietly. Few other boy talking to him and they laughed together before they left him alone again in his seat. "Hwayoung-ah, isn't he cute?" One of  her friends asked her. Hwayoung smiled and nodded. "Yes he is." She answered. Her friends were giggling while making a comment about the cutest boy in the class. They were making plan to make a move to the boy. But Hwayoung only looked at him curiously. He just as bright as the sun. And at that time she was very curious of how it would feel to stand behind the sun...

***

“At times like this, I wish I could drink and forget everything.”

The moon shone brightly this night but the person beside her who always as bright as the sun looked dimmer than the moon. He was supposed to be the bright one between the two of them but this night, the role was switched. She pushed a can of her half-drank beer to him. He looked at her questionably. “If you want to drink, just drink.” She said while staring at the huge billboard which could be seen from her balcony. The billboard was playing Super Human by NCT 127. Taeyong took the can and looked at it with an uncharacteristically sad smile. “You’re supposed to give me a reason of why I shouldn’t drink.” He trailed off.

Hwayoung chuckled. “When do I ever tell you to do something not ‘bad’?” Hwayoung wiggled her perfectly drawn eyebrows. Taeyong let out a small laugh. “Yeah yeah. You always be the bad one between us.” Then he sighed. A smirk made its way to his lips. “But I was the bad one in others eyes.” He said with a heartbreaking voice.

Taeyong finally decided to succumb to the dark side as he took a sip of the remaining bitter beer. His face scrunched up as the bitter taste made its way to his throat. Dizziness attacked him almost immediately. “This is disgusting. Why do you like this kind of things?” He asked her while trying to keep sober; as if he could do that. Hwayoung took back the can from Taeyong’s hand and gulped down the remaining beer in one shot. Taeyong looked at her in disgust.  “This is tastier than your yogurt milk.” Hwayoung spat back at Taeyong.

Taeyong pouted at her childishly. It looked like the alcohol finally took control of him. “Whhhaattt? You are crazy Youngieee. How can thissss beeeer taste bettah?” He slurred. Hwayoung only looked at him blankly then shook her head. “Only a sip and you are gone.” Taeyong scooted closer and rested his head on her shoulder. “Ahhh, Youngie shoulder is the bessstt.” Taeyong grinned stupidly with closed eyes as he snuggled closer to her. Hwayoung sighed. She pushed back his bang so it didn’t poke his eyes.

“I don’t want to be a bad guy.”

Taeyong whimpered. Seeing him like this always so heartbreaking for her. Hwayoung rested her head on top of his head. Now the billboard was playing a Soju commercial. The sounds of the buzzing city filled the silence in the dim balcony. Hwayoung glanced at her friend. Without all that heavy make-up adorning his face, she could see the tiredness that already seemed to stay permanently on his face. She could see his lips turned into a frown. Even in his sleep, he still looked so terribly sad.

“I don’t know the entire truth about your past but...”

“I just hate seeing you sad Taeyong-ah…”

***

 [+142][-15] He was a scammer and a bully. What a trash.

[+152][-16] Please leave him alone. He apologized even when he’s not wrong.

[+132][-42] Look at his fans. Defending him like a fool.

[+122][-15] You don’t know anything either. Just stop bullying him. You are no different than him then.

[+142][-17] I hate him. He can’t even rap or dance properly. All he has is his face and trashy attitude.

[+172][-81] Can you f*cking leave him alone dear netizen?

[+192][-11] Pretty face just go to hell.

[+152][-21] I don’t know how many people can defend him. He’s a bully and a scammer. Open your eyes pleaseee…

[+192][-32] LOL. SM likes him because he s*ck Sooman d*ck every day.

[+122][-11] SM golden boy. Sooman whore.

[+17][-81] Just die.

[+193][-91] Just die.

[+143][-30] Just die.

“Have you read the news?”

Hwayoung locked her phone and put it on her table. She looked at her colleague questioningly. “That Idol Bully, Lee Taeyong. Turns out he is homophobic too.” Her colleague snickered. “Here look at this. His stupid fans even defend him and saying it’s Lee Taeyon not Lee Taeyong. Stupid hormonal teenager.”  Hwayoung looked at the phone screen blankly as her colleague pointed all the news she could find.

Again. Another news about him.

“Sure he is handsome. But I guess pretty package doesn’t guarantee the inside.”  By now, it was hard for Hwayoung to maintain her expression. “Miss Park, aren’t you too old to talk about idol?” Hwayoung asked politely with a smile. She hoped her smile could conceal her murderous aura. Miss Park looked at her weirdly. “Oh come on, it’s fun. Look at all these comments. His fangirls really are stupid.”

Hwayoung stood up abruptly and startled Miss Park. “Yah! You surprised me.” Miss Park scowled at her. Hwayoung maintained her smile. “Oh I’m sorry. But I need to go home now.” Hwayoung took her bag and jacket and bows politely before leaving her office. She walked a few steps then halted. “Oh by the way Miss Park.” Hwayoung turned around and faced Miss Park once again. The older girl perked up. “Why do you think all the rumor about Lee Taeyong is true?” She asked.

Miss Park seemed to be taken aback by her question. Her eyes looked at anywhere but her. “W-Well, they have a proof. Everyone is talking about it in Pann.” She answered nervously. Hwayoung only smile and nodded. “Why do you ask?” Miss Park asked.

“Nothing.”

With that, she left the room and made her way home.

***

“Hello, what’s your name?”

“Hwayoung. Moon Hwayoung.”

“Youngiee then… What do you want me to write?”

Hwayoung flashed him a bright smile. “Anything. Write whatever you want.” Taeyong chuckled and nodded. “Okay then Youngie.” They didn’t say anything else as Taeyong signed her Super M album. Taeyong in front of the spotlight always looked so vibrant. No matter how sad or tired he was, everything changed as soon as he stood under the spotlight. But he always looked the happiest whenever he was with his band mates and his fans.

“Thank you for coming all the way here and see me. It means a lot for me.” He grinned widely and gave the album back to Hwayoung. She didn’t read his message on the album right away as she was busy looking at him. “I just thought that maybe you need some kind of moral support.” A laugh erupted from his body. When she saw him like this, it made her wonder how people could hate a sweet guy like him and started so many rumors about him. The Taeyong she knew since high school was the sweetest man she’d ever known. Just like any normal teenager, he cursed a few times (Hwayoung used to always insert a curse on her every sentence). He also wasn’t a social butterfly who befriended everyone in the town. It wasn’t a crime but yet, even a smallest flaw of him became a crime in front of other people.

Then her times up. “I’ll see you later.” Taeyong whispered before she left. Hwayoung waved cutely at him and earned another laughed from him. Hwayoung left the venue and took a look at the album in her hand.

To: Youngie, my only friend ©

Dinner at the hotel? My threat.

Ps: Please bring me some yogurt milk T^T

Hwayoung chuckled at the message he left her. It almost sounded like he was asking her on a secret date. She shook her head and put the album to her bag. Hwayoung took one last look at the venue. Many people, mostly girls, came to see SuperM. She found many of them bringing a fan with Taeyeong face on it or a banner with Taeyong name. It’s a relief to know that he still had many people love him despite all the nasty rumors.

“I’m going to see Taeyong oppa!”

“I can’t believe it! I’m going to see Taeyong oppa.”

“Let’s show him how much we love him, okay!”

“We must show our love for him!”

“Let’s cheer up our Taeyong oppa!”

***

“They asked me to apologize.”

“Was all the rumor true?”

“If I say no, will you believe me?”

For the first time ever, Lee Taeyong looked so broken. His eyes were red even though no tears were coming out from his beautiful eyes. There’s a hope in his sad eyes, a hope that she would say ‘yes’ in a heartbeat.

“Yes. I’ll believe you.”

  Taeyong’s eyes light up and his downturned lips curve into a smile. “Thank you.” He choked out, his voice hoarse. It felt as if something pierced her heart. It was hurting her so much to see how tormented he was. “C’mere. Your friend Youngie will hug your sadness away.” Taeyong chuckled. Hwayoung pulled him into a hug and he buried his face on the crook of her neck. “I swear, I never do anything like that. How can people be that cruel to me?” He sobbed quietly. Hwayoung gently patted his back as she listened to him quietly. 

He was supposed to debut as confident and strong leader of NCT. But how came he became like this? Accused of something he didn’t do and forced to apologize. All his sunshine was gone. His world crumbled down. And yet, he needed to act as if nothing happened to him. Even if he apologized, people would call him shameless and mocked him.

“Don’t think about it too much. They don’t deserve the stress. It’s only a bunch of unimportant person.”

Hwayoung tightened her hug.

“There are still so many people who love you; your parents, your sister, the members, you fans of course. And don’t forget that this bitch loves you too tyong-ah.” This time, Taeyong finally laughed and stopped sobbing.

“Aww… I love you too Youngiee, my only friend.” 

***

“I thought you gonna buy me something expensive.” Hwayoung frowned when Taeyong served one bucket of Mc Donald’s chicken and two bottles of Pepsi Blue. Taeyong grinned innocently as he plopped himself on the chair across her. “Nah, it’s been quite long since the last time we eat chicken and pepsi.”  Taeyong opened his bottle of pepsi and sipped it. Hwayoung only stared at him blankly. “It should be chicken and beer you dummy.” She deadpanned. She was disappointed. Well, she shouldn’t hope for a expensive dinner at the first place. Dummy Hwayoung.

“Let’s eat.” Taeyong beamed happily as he took one drumstick from the bucket and ate it happily. Hwayoung sighed in defeat and followed Taeyong. Actually, she was kind of worry about him. But thanks God he looked fine.

Taeyong noticed Hwayoung was staring him with that ‘momma-is-worry’ look. “Hey, stop worrying like that. I’m fine really. Now that I thinking of it, it just looks like a stupid joke.” He shook his head and continued eating his chicken. Hwayoung pressed her lips to thin line. “Yep, a very stupid joke.” Hwayoung agreed.

“I really don’t need to worry about you anymore, do I? You have a whole battalion of fangirls ready to take down the enemy.” She joked. Taeyong bursted out in laughing.  “And you are the commander.” He said between his laugh. “Then I’ll terminate every single person who makes our Taeyoungie sad.” She added.

 “It’s a lie if I said that I’m perfectly fine.” Taeyong said as he wiped the tears on the corner of his eyes. Then a sigh escaped his lips. “I just still don’t get it why they try so hard to find bad things about me.” He smiles sadly. “Do they hate me that much?” he asked. “And when I read the news yesterday, I just laughed. And I end up questioning what will the next news be?” Taeyong looked at Hwayoung with a surrender smile. “It’s getting old but still hurt the same.”

Hwayoung stretched out her oily right hand. “Hand.” She commanded. Taeyong looked at her oily hand in disgust although his hand was oily too. He still reached her hand and wrapped his bigger one around her smaller one.

“I solemnly swear that I won’t give a f*ck about the rumor.”

They said the vow together. It was a vow she made for him while did a Harry Potter marathon after Taeyong cried a river because of the rumor. So every time he felt sad because of the rumor, Hwayoung would force him to say the vow.

 “Thank God I have you as my personal moral support.” Hwayoung smiled brightly as Taeyong laughed happily once again. “You’re welcome TY.”

She was just like the other people. She had no right to judge Taeyong no matter how close they were. The Taeyong in front of her was different from the Taeyong his fans saw. The Taeyong she knew was different from the Taeyong people saw. The Taeyong who people called as a bully and scammer was the Taeyong who she always saw as the thoughtful and sweet guy.

Hwayoung didn’t know for sure which Taeyong was the real Taeyong. But she knew one thing that even if he turned out to be just like how people said, she would still stand firmly by his side and be his personal moral support. Because, before he was the famous idol Taeyong, he was her friend Taeyong.

And that would never change.

Which Taeyong did you see?

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[kpopchangedme]

Careless Fall [Part I] | Jinyoung

It seems the years you spent away from Jinyoung are long forgotten. It’s alarming how your feelings for him are still strong, unwavered. You can’t help but wonder if he also feels the same, even after all this time. 

Protagonists: Park Jinyoung & you

Word Count: 3k

Genre: Drama - Idol!verse

|| Careless Fall [Mini Masterlist] || M.List || GOT7 ||

Dorine hadn’t said that GOT7 would be there… You should have figured it out thought, googled it or something. Coming without realizing they could be here too was a bit silly, but you were bored to death waiting for your movie to start shooting next week. You don’t have any friends in Los Angeles and quite frankly, have no interest in hanging out with the cool crowd. You prefer calm gatherings like tonight over your Hollywood ones: no one is shit faced, no drugs, no paparazzi and no scandals.

___

“So, how do you like L.A. sweetie?” Concern is discernable in Dorine’s voice and there’s clicking sounds in the distance which makes you think that maybe she’s in her kitchen cooking. Also, it’s 5pm.

“It’s… Very sunny” You force a laugh. “The place is amazing really! I love it thank you, it already feels like home.” It’s true, the condo she found you is more comfortable than luxurious, just like you, and perfectly situated for your needs.

“But it isn’t home, I know.” She pauses to say something in mandarin to somebody in the background and sighs. “I’m glad you like the place sweetie. Listen… Are you free this Saturday? We are having a small reception at a nearby hotel, it’s our wedding anniversary… It won’t be just family so you don’t have to be uncomfortable or anything. But it’s a small thing, I’ll text you the information.” She takes a moment, hesitating. “You know that nephew I talked about… The one who’s a cameraman, he’ll be there too. Come hang out and make new friends from the neighborhood, ’kay?”

___

You agreed to go, of course. You like Dorine and Raymond, they’re nice hard-working people, just like your own parents and very kind. Mark is here, it makes sense that they’d find a date when their son can make it home for such an event. But his whole group didn’t have to come. His eyes were searching for yours during the dinner and you can still feel them on you, even now.

You were walking down the hall earlier when you saw him turn the corner, you had to hide in the women’s bathroom to calm down you heartbeat. After all this time, you should have better control over yourself, that’s the most infuriating thing; finding out that the situation remains unchanged even if you haven’t seen him in almost two years. You wondered if you should face him, but you’re way too scared. Scared he remains in control while you lose your mind, yourself, all over again.

It’s that fear that makes you avoid him altogether, although you know he’s observing you, ever so balanced and analytical. It’s distracting to even know he’s in the same room, but you don’t feel like leaving just yet. Instead, here you are, trying to look busy and listening to Mark’s cousin drop names to impress you.

“Have you ever met Wes Anderson?” One of Steve’s eyebrows raises, questioning.

“Wow. No, I never had that chance. I really lov-”

“All of his work is a-ma-zing, right?” You’re not sure why he says this like he’s asking, since he has no intention of stopping to listen to your answer. He goes on and you nod in rhythm. Steve is nice. It doesn’t matter if he’s hitting on you or simply making conversation because Dorine asked him to. He has no idea, but his unique purpose tonight is to keep you away from him.

It takes another 15 minutes of this before Steve realizes your drink is empty and kindly offers to go get you a new one. It’s open bar, though. You wish he’ll be quick enough so no one sees you alone and comes over. The celebration is small, like Dorine said it would be, about a hundred people are spread across the dance floor or are relaxing at the tables by the pool. This is where you are waiting, sitting in a fancy metal chair at a tiny round table.

After Steve leaves, you do not let your eyes wander on the crowd, it could be dangerous. Instead, you intensely observe every detail of the plant pot who serves as centerpiece. Unfortunately, this technique doesn’t prove to be safer, you probably should have gone get your drink yourself. When somebody clears his throat next to you, you freeze in anticipation.

“OH. MY. GOD. It’s my first time meeting a real Hollywood star! Can I have your autograph please?!” You meet Jackson Wang’s brown eyes and sincerely laugh, reassured. Jackson is fine. Jackson is safe. He’s holding a glass in front of you, a gin tonic, your favorite drink. His smile becomes inhumanly larger when you happily grab it.

“Shhhh- Jackson! I’m undercover, tonight it’s just me.” His happy expression turns to fake seriousness and he sits next to you in a hurry. The Idol’s hand grabs the flower you were staring at earlier and he hides behind the tiny pot, leaning towards you in confidence.

“Y/N?! Shit. I almost didn’t recognize you behind all that…” His free hand gestures your face. “All that, fame, you know.” You can’t help but to laugh loudly again. Jackson has always been fun to be around. He returns to normal with a proud smirk and takes a sip from his own drink. “I’m surprise to see you here. We knew you were filming in Los Angeles, but we didn’t know you’d come tonight.” We. You smile gently and your eyes uncontrollably flutter to the crowd. Even if he doesn’t move, you know Jackson doesn’t miss that quick peek. You know he’s there too, somewhere.

“Mark’s mom sold me a condo and I’m here filming a project.” You shrug nonchalantly.

“I know, I asked. Now you have a nice place here, how is it?”

“Terribly lonely.” His eyes darken, something about Jackson just inspires confidences, it always has. “But the flat is amazing, you can borrow it whenever you’re in town. There’s a lot of place and I plan to be in Seoul most of the time anyway.”

“Then is there place for me too?” A shiver runs down your spine and you fidget again. He casually slips in the empty chair next to you and cocks his head with a warm smile. The corner of his eyes remains unwrinkled thought, so you know it’s a formality. It’s the first time you get a good look at him tonight and he’s wearing a crimson shirt, with the top button open and tucked in tight black pants. Jinyoung is so gorgeous it takes your breath away, it always does.

“Sure, I-I can make place for you. The whole group is always welcome.” Your voice sounds bright, but a bit too controlled, too calculated. He’s staring, trying to read something in your eyes and it feels like he wants to add something.

___

Tears are rushing down your face and you angrily wipe them with the back of your hand. What are you doing y/n? You’re mad at your life, mad at your manager and beyond pissed off at yourself. You shouldn’t be leaving like this; it feels like you are ripping your own heart apart. The rain outside makes the streetlights outside the taxi appear all blurred, but it could be your tears. Your phone rings and you let it go straight to voicemail without looking, why would you? It’s Jinyoung, you know it. He’s looking for you, searching. He wants answers you won’t ever give him. You hate yourself for taking this decision, breaking both of your hearts over this, but it’s like your manager said: “Love, nobody chooses an affair over a lifelong dream. This isn’t a Jane Austen Novel, get your shit together.”

Fine, the public may love imagining you together, they may ship you, but you know what comes next, hate. Jinyoung’s an Hallyu Star, a very popular one, and you’re a rookie actress who’d be taking advantage of his fame. He’s the only reason the drama was this successful to begin with. You should’ve read that stupid script better, understood what it meant. You should’ve stayed the hell away from this impossible situation. Shielded your heart, kept away from Jinyoung’s.  Did what your character never could. That way, perhaps your ending wouldn’t be half as sad.

___

You shake your head, overwhelmed by the sudden memories you had buried in your mind for years. It should stay in that deep and dark corner, the one with the emotions you avoid at all cost. Jinyoung’s brows furrow and dig a little hole in the perfection of his forehead. You decide to hurry and talk first to defuse the situation.

“So… What are you guys doing in L.A.? I doubt you are here only for the Tuan’s wedding anniversary, right?” You speak candidly, but both men’s expressions turn to genuine surprise.

“We are on a world tour.” Jinyoung lies back in his chair, his gaze amused. “I thought you knew. We didn’t get you ticket. I was afraid you’d come and leave in the middle of the show.” Jackson involuntarily winces and your heart sinks. It hurts but he has every right to act this way, half-teasing, half-pricking.

“Don’t say that. I would have loved to come.” You sure aren’t as close as you used to be. You suddenly wonder if Jinyoung’s still in pain. It’s very much like you to only think about your lingering feelings. He’s always the one considering others and insisting on understanding how everybody’s thinking before making a decision. That’s why he got it right away; why you left him all alone.

“Waaaah, how could you say that after all the times I sent you tickets and waited... Only for you to never show up?” Jinyoung cups his chin, elbows resting on the table. You never got those tickets, you aren’t surprised, though. Your agency didn’t want you to see him again after the drama ended. They made sure you never accidentally met at a studio or an event. When you found out, you were a bit thankful, even if it was only to avoid the usual dating rumors. Now that you’re facing him again, you’re sorry. It must have been painful, reaching out and never hearing back from you since then.

You look at Jackson and see he seems a bit too excited by this meeting. His tongue runs on his lips, eyes going between the two of you facing each other. He seems to be still gauging the situation, not wanting to leave just yet, wondering if you two can really be left alone. You know he’s one of Jinyoung’s closest confident, maybe he knows more than anyone where his friend’s playfulness stops and where it gets serious. When the fun reunion ends.

___

“OMG IT’S YOU” A man just a few inches taller comes running and the man next to you sighs loudly. You giggle, of course you already know who he is. “I’m Jackson, nice to meet you! You’re all he ever talks about at the dorm. Y/n said that! She wore that! She so beau- OUCH!” He shuts up after receiving a sneaky elbow from an unamused Jinyoung. “Don’t hit me!”

“Please, don’t hurt Jackson-sunbaenim!” You chuckle and your cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

“I’m going to get us drinks. What do you like?” He shoots his member a warning glance after you answer and leaves, completely ignoring the brown-haired man repeatedly begging for a beer.

“Gin tonic, unh?” Jackson leans in, looking intrigued. “I’ll add this to the well documented dossier I have dedicated to you at home.” You happily laugh and Jackson tilts his head. “You find this funny, I’m being 100% serious.”

“I don’t doubt it. Jinyoung said you can be quite protective, although I doubt you have anything substantial on me.” It’s Jackson’s turn to laugh this time, he cutely throws his head back while doing so.

“Mmmm…” When you see the fake serious, detective-like, look on his face, you decide you guys are going to be friends. “I know that, weirdly enough; your favourite movie genre is horror, Jinyoung like those too.” He pulls a disgusted face and you giggle. “You listen to jazz; he was ecstatic about that too. You don’t like tofu, you hate clubs, but enjoy dancing; you worry about your parents a lot; you like picnics; you want to hike, but don’t have time…” Since you stay silent, amazed, Jackson continues. “You’re good at languages; love to read poetry; you’re always sick out of nervousness before press interviews and you prefer cats over dogs, but hate to choose… Aren’t you a bit too perfect?”

“Does he talk about me that much?” Your heart pounds in your chest, you hadn’t realized Jinyoung was listening to you rambling on those sleep deprived, long filming days. Let alone cared enough to remember or repeat these things.

“Yes, but I did ask. I was curious about what kind of girl you were...” The man shrugs, before turning suddenly serious when he sees Jinyoung coming back. “Shit, he actually got me a beer… Please don’t tell him I said all that!”

___

Jackson decides to take his leave after his friend not so subtly hits him under the table. Curiously, you’re not scared anymore, you want to be left alone with him. Maybe your self-destructive tendencies are taking over.

“Right… I think I should find Bambam… You know, make sure he’s keeping away from Mark’s high school friends.” You all laugh, partly because this is a valid excuse, but also because it’s utter bullshit. When he leaves, Jinyoung turns to you again, gaze a bit more serious and your heart skips a beat. However, before he can open his mouth, Steve shows up with your new drink. Mark’s cousin sits on the last chair across you and slides a Rhum & Coke on the table, ignoring the drink Jackson brought you. Like it’s the most natural thing to do, he sits in the chair previously occupied.

Oh, that’s right! You guys know each other… From that TV show, right? Mindless… Mindless Fall?” Steve speaks English and from the corner of your eye, you see Jinyoung stiffening on his chair.

“Careless Fall” You both correct him at the same time and smile. Steve’s gaze moves between the two of you before he opens his mouth again.

“Oh yeah, Careless Fall… It’s been years though, no?” His eyes narrow, but his smile remains friendly.

“Sure!” The air is tense and you aren’t sure how to act. “3 years, we were just catching up.” Jinyoung presses his knee on your leg. You were already acutely aware of the tiny space separating your bodies, but his somewhat possessive gesture makes heat rush to your face.

“Nice. We were talking about important career stuff earlier, right y/n?” Steve looks at you with inquisition and you’re forced nod. Jinyoung leans back and crosses his arms, visibly hating every second of this.

“You talk all night, I never see her alone.” He coldly grins. You love the way the words roll out of his mouth. Warm spreads to your cheek, he makes English sounds so soft that you can’t help yourself. It takes you a few seconds to process what he just said. His voice may seem calm and collected, but his intentions are clear. 

Steve has the sensibility of a brick if he doesn’t leave you two alone after that.

“Um…” Uncomfortable, you turn to Jinyoung to clarify, but he’s not looking your way. “Steve has contacts in L.A., friends, he wants me to meet.” You talk a bit slower than usual for him to understand everything, but make sure it’s not noticeable enough to embarrass him.

“Ani! He alone talk.” Jinyoung rolls his eyes and your jaw drops. “Only you listen!”

“Excuse me?!” Mark’s cousin sounds offended. 

A brick.

“Fine, I leave then.” Jinyoung motions to stand up, but pauses. He looks at the hand you put on his forearm to stop him like it’s something foreign. He adds for you in Korean, voice softer: “Go ahead, make contacts. But just…” He hesitates and something crosses his face before being replaced by a playful smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t get bored to death for the sake of avoiding being alone with me.” Then he turns away, leaving before you can guess what that something was. Was it hurt in his eyes just now? Does Jinyoung still hurt because you left that day?

“Wait! I wasn’t av-…” You begin to speak but stop mid-sentence. You have been avoiding him for years. You turn to look at Steve and he seems pissed, he can’t speak Korean but he probably has a fairly good idea of what’s going on.

Jinyoung’s still walking away in direction of the dancers and rest of the party. This time he is the one walking away. Before you can stop yourself, you’re going after him. You grab his elbow, forcing him to stop and look at you, see you. When he does, his eyes widen in surprise.

“Are you running after me? Well, this is a first.” He chuckles and passes a nervous hand through his hair. “What?”

“I want to talk too…” You intended to sound confident but the last word dies on your lips.

Jinyoung’s body stiffens, his mouth tightens in a fine line, suddenly even more uncomfortable. You freeze too, realizing absolutely everybody at the reception is staring in your direction.

Then you realize why. It’s the song, your song is playing. The way too popular ballad that was the theme of the drama you both starred in. It somehow became that iconic song that will haunt you to the grave and that everybody else enjoys. Whenever you go to a party or a wedding, people make sure they play it and slow dance… Then you must endure 5 minutes of pure agony, remembering how you lost the only man you’ve ever loved.

“It’s our song.” You feel his arms wrap around your waist at the same time, your eyes catch Mark and Jackson smiling brightly next to the DJ. He faces you, slightly unsure, the tips of his ears bright red.

“… Dance with me?”

|| Careless Fall [Mini Masterlist] || M.List || GOT7 ||

#Jinyoung GOT7 #GOT7 Scenarios #GOT7 Smut #GOT7 Imagines #GOT7 Reactions #Park Jinyoung #Jinyoung Smut #Jinyoung Scenario #smuts #Careless Fall

[zenyye]

ur telling me

twitter somehow summoned me from the best sleep i’ve had in 2 weeks

for this shit

#dating rumors rant lmao #people need to shut up and stop being petty #ok #they might share a netflix account #not only are there many possible reasons for that but its also possible its NOT TRUE #and? it doesnt matter? cause if they are dating fucking amazing! #good for them !! #its not up to fans to decide who any of them choose #its our choice to follow and support them #he is not betraying anyone if this is true #if its not? thats ok #im going to wait for a response from someone credible not spread baseless rumours #im so sorry to the boys #it doesnt just affect nana and this is happening on their cb day #the first cb theyve had in like.. a year #and nana i am so so so sorry #fans really do show their true colors the second dating or having a personal life is mentioned #tragic that so many fans decided to show the rest of us exactly what their priorities are #he must feel so? terrible? hating on idols for dating rumors is one of the worst norms in kpop #im furious that after all he has done and continues to do for us #every day every video every comeback #so many people were willing to turn on him in the fucking blink of an eye? #its been so long since they came back #why is it so hard to let them enjoy it and stay unbothered #zenny rants

[dfroza]

Today’s reading from the ancient book of Proverbs and book of Psalms

for may 15 of 2021 with Proverbs 15 and Psalm 15, accompanied by Psalm 57 for the 57th day of Spring and Psalm 135 for day 135 of the year

[Proverbs 15]

[Wisdom Far Better than Wickedness]

Respond gently when you are confronted

and you’ll defuse the rage of another.

Responding with sharp, cutting words will only make it worse.

Don’t you know that being angry

can ruin the testimony of even the wisest of men?

When wisdom speaks, understanding becomes attractive.

But the words of the fool make their ignorance look laughable.

The eyes of the Lord are everywhere

and he takes note of everything that happens.

He watches over his lovers,

and he also sees the wickedness of the wicked.

When you speak healing words,

you offer others fruit from the tree of life.

But unhealthy, negative words do nothing but crush their hopes.

You’re stupid to mock the instruction of a father,

but welcoming correction will make you brilliant.

There is prosperity in the house of the righteous,

but the house of the wicked is filled with trouble,

no matter how much money they have.

When wisdom speaks, revelation-knowledge is released,

but finding true wisdom in the word of a fool is futile.

It is despicable to the Lord

when people use the worship of the Almighty

as a cloak for their sin,

but every prayer of the righteous is pleasing to his heart.

The Lord detests the lifestyle of the wicked,

but he loves those who pursue purity.

Severe punishment awaits the one

who turns away from the truth,

and those who rebel against correction will die.

Even hell itself holds no secrets from the Lord God,

for before his eyes, all is exposed—

and so much more the heart of every human being.

The know-it-all never esteems the one who tries to correct him.

He refuses to seek good advice from the wise.

[Living an Ascended Life]

A cheerful heart puts a smile on your face,

but a broken heart leads to depression.

Lovers of God hunger after truth,

but those without understanding

feast on foolishness and don’t even realize it.

Everything seems to go wrong

when you feel weak and depressed.

But when you choose to be cheerful,

every day will bring you more and more joy and fullness.

It’s much better to live simply,

surrounded in holy awe and worship of God,

than to have great wealth with a home full of trouble.

It’s much better to have a meal of vegetables surrounded with love and grace

than a steak where there is hate.

A touchy, hot-tempered man picks a fight,

but the calm, patient man knows how to silence strife.

Nothing seems to work right for the lazy man,

but life seems smooth and easy when your heart is virtuous.

When a son learns wisdom,

a father’s heart is glad.

But the man who shames his mother is a foolish son.

The senseless fool treats life like a joke,

but the one with living-understanding makes good choices.

Your plans will fall apart right in front of you

if you fail to get good advice.

But if you first seek out multiple counselors,

you’ll watch your plans succeed.

Everyone enjoys giving great advice.

But how delightful it is to say the right thing at the right time!

The life-paths of the prudent lift them progressively heavenward,

delivering them from the death spirals

that keep tugging them downward.

The Lord champions the widow’s cause,

but watch him as he smashes down the houses of the haughty!

The Lord detests wicked ways of thinking,

but he enjoys lovely and delightful words.

The one who puts earning money above his family

will have trouble at home,

but those who refuse to exploit others

will live in peace.

Lovers of God think before they speak,

but the careless blurt out wicked words meant to cause harm.

The Lord doesn’t respond to the wicked,

but he’s moved to answer the prayers of the righteous.

Eyes that focus on what is beautiful bring joy to the heart,

and hearing a good report

refreshes and strengthens the inner being.

Accepting constructive criticism

opens your heart to the path of life,

making you right at home among the wise.

Refusing constructive criticism shows

you have no interest in improving your life,

for revelation-insight only comes as you accept correction

and the wisdom that it brings.

The source of revelation-knowledge is found

as you fall down in surrender before the Lord.

Don’t expect to see Shekinah glory

until the Lord sees your sincere humility.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 15 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 15]

Living in the Shining Place

A poetic song by David

[A Question Posed]

Yahweh, who dares to dwell with you?

Who presumes the privilege of being close to you,

living next to you in your shining place of glory?

[The Answer Provided]

They are passionate and wholehearted,

always sincere and always speaking the truth—

for their hearts are trustworthy.

They refuse to slander or insult others;

they’ll never listen to gossip or rumors,

nor would they ever harm a friend with their words.

They will despise evil and evil workers

while commending the faithful ones who follow after the truth.

They make firm commitments and follow through,

even at great cost.

They never crush others with exploitation

and they would never be bought with a bribe

against the innocent.

Those who do these things will never be shaken;

they will stand firm forever.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 15 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 57]

Triumphant Faith

To the Pure and Shining One

King David’s golden song of instruction composed when he hid from Saul in a cave

To the tune of “Do Not Destroy”

Please, God, show me mercy!

Open your grace-fountain for me,

for you are my soul’s true shelter.

I will hide beneath the shadow of your embrace,

under the wings of your cherubim,

until this terrible trouble is past.

I will cry out to you, the God of the highest heaven,

the mighty God, who performs all these wonders for me.

From heaven he will send a father’s help to save me.

He will trample down those who trample me.

Pause in his presence

He will always show me love

by his gracious and constant care.

I am surrounded by these fierce and brutal men.

They are like lions just wanting to tear me to shreds.

Why must I continue to live among these seething terrorists,

breathing out their angry threats and insults against me?

Lord God, be exalted as you soar throughout the heavens.

May your shining glory be seen in the skies!

Let it be seen high above over all the earth!

For they have set a trap for me.

Frantic fear has me overwhelmed.

But look! The very trap they set for me

has sprung shut upon themselves instead of me!

Pause in his presence

My heart, O God, is quiet and confident.

Now I can sing with passion your wonderful praises!

Awake, O my soul, with the music of his splendor-song!

Arise, my soul, and sing his praises!

My worship will awaken the dawn,

greeting the daybreak with my songs of praise!

Wherever I go, I will thank you, my God.

Among all the nations they will hear my praise songs to you.

Your love is so extravagant it reaches to the heavens;

your faithfulness so astonishing it stretches to the sky!

Lord God, be exalted as you soar throughout the heavens.

May your shining glory be shown in the skies!

Let it be seen high above all the earth!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 57 (The Passion Translation)

to be accompanied by these lines:

Be good to me, God—and now!

I’ve run to you for dear life.

I’m hiding out under your wings

until the hurricane blows over.

I cry out to God, the Most High,

to God who always does what is good for me.

Out of heaven my rescue comes.

He dispatches His mercy and truth

And goes after whoever tries to run over me.

[pause]

The Book of Psalms, Poem 57:1-3 (The Message / The Voice)

[Psalm 135]

Hallelujah!

Praise the name of God,

praise the works of God.

All you priests on duty in God’s temple,

serving in the sacred halls of our God,

Shout “Hallelujah!” because God’s so good,

sing anthems to his beautiful name.

And why? Because God chose Jacob,

embraced Israel as a prize possession.

I, too, give witness to the greatness of God,

our Lord, high above all other gods.

He does just as he pleases—

however, wherever, whenever.

He makes the weather—clouds and thunder,

lightning and rain, wind pouring out of the north.

He struck down the Egyptian firstborn,

both human and animal firstborn.

He made Egypt sit up and take notice,

confronted Pharaoh and his servants with miracles.

Yes, he struck down great nations,

he slew mighty kings—

Sihon king of the Amorites, also Og of Bashan—

every last one of the Canaanite kings!

Then he turned their land over to Israel,

a gift of good land to his people.

God, your name is eternal,

God, you’ll never be out-of-date.

God stands up for his people,

God holds the hands of his people.

The gods of the godless nations are mere trinkets,

made for quick sale in the markets:

Chiseled mouths that can’t talk,

painted eyes that can’t see,

Carved ears that can’t hear—

dead wood! cold metal!

Those who make and trust them

become like them.

Family of Israel, bless God!

Family of Aaron, bless God!

Family of Levi, bless God!

You who fear God, bless God!

Oh, blessed be God of Zion,

First Citizen of Jerusalem!

Hallelujah!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 135 (The Message)

to be accompanied by these lines:

The nations have idols of silver and gold,

crafted by human hands!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 135:15 (The Voice)

The unbelieving nations worship what they make.

They worship their wealth and their work.

They idolize what they own and what they do.

Their possessions will never satisfy.

Their lifeless and futile works cannot bring life to them!

Their things can’t talk to them or answer their prayers.

Blind men can only create blind things.

Those deaf to God can only make a deaf image.

Dead men can only create dead idols.

And everyone who trusts in these powerless, dead things

will be just like what they worship—powerless and dead!

The Book of Psalms, Poem 135:15-18 (The Passion Translation)

[wellmeaningshutin]

Short Story #30: Media.

Written: 1/25/2017

The actress, known only as Greta, has had her reality dating show renewed for its second season. For those of you who are not familiar with “Perfection”, the show involves 30 contestants, of no specific gender, that have to compete with each other to prove that they are a suitable companion for the perfect woman. Polymaths, Olympic athletes, CEO’s, magicians, all of the worlds greatest people try to prove that they are indeed worth it, often putting themselves through grueling competition to show their worth. Who can forget last seasons tiger hunt, in which Daniel Schmitt wrestled the Siberian tiger to death, with his bear hands, only to be mauled to death during his attempt to drag the corpse out of the arena? Or the Yale professor who shot the professor from Cornell, in order to gain a few extra minutes to solve his equation. Or the performance artist who drank a bottle of bleach and liquefied her insides, moving Greta to tears and applause, almost winning, except for the rule that contestants need to be alive to win.

Its rumored that this season will include mercenaries, world leaders, investment bankers, show dog breeders, self proclaimed psychic detectives, environmental lawyers, cult leaders, five star chefs, opera stars, and a man who can sneeze with his eyes open. It truly

Anne flipped through the magazine, bored with the article, but it turned out that the thing was just full of reality show promotions. Wasn’t this supposed to be about news? Flipping over the cover, she realized she accidentally grabbed “Global Reality”, the magazine that specializes in reality shows all over the world, instead of “Global Real”, which, although having a crappy title, was very informative and covered world news. She looked at the magazine table, sifted around, but couldn’t find the magazine she wanted. Looking around the room she saw that a young girl, somewhere around the age of 16-17, was reading the magazine while sitting with somebody who was probably the mother. Shit. Searching through the pile again, she finally decided to settle on a nature magazine, boasting stories like “The Technicolor Geyser”, “Mysteries of the Egg”, and “Australia: Is it Sentient?”. She was mainly curious about the third article.

For years, Australia has been known to have some of the most dangerous and alien species on the planet. Dog creatures with pouches on their stomach, with massive feet and travel by jumping. Jellyfish the size of your fingernail that have the death size of the Holocaust. Flightless birds. But why do such oddities lurk on the surface of this continent early, and why can’t they be normal creatures, like cows, lizards, and, dare I say, humans? An animal anthropologist, Simon Haulfis, claims he has the answer.

His theory is that Australia is a sentient land mass, but has been asleep for quite some time. If it was awake, it would be clear that it was alive, because we would all probably be enslaved or eaten by it, unable to stop it, but this comes in later in the theory. First, we need to examine the living angle. Why does Simon believe its alive. His first part to tackle this theory, is how come no civilization was apparent on the continent until it was discovered by the Europeans?

Looking at the magazines again, she realized that this was still probably the best thing to read. The clock on the wall showed that she still had twenty minutes until she would be called in, so she had to settle with this nonsense. Anything too keep her mind off of what was going to happen.

You might say, “Well there were indigenous people there, living there for quite some time!” Simon explains against this: If those are to be real people, then how come they didn’t have civilization, like the noble Europeans? How come they were equipped with magical sticks that, when thrown, would magically return to their user? How come their words were nonsensical? They, like the animals on the island, were only figments of Australia’s dream.

She made sure nobody could see the cover of the magazine. It was embarrassing to be reading this racist nonsense, but she wanted to give it at least one more chance to prove itself.

Like the Africans, the aborigines clearly weren’t human-

It went flying back into the magazine pile. With eighteen minutes left, she decided to settle on another magazine, but none seemed appealing. Settling on three different ones, she had to chose which was the least terrible: Cooking with the Homeless, Tech Supremacy, and Marching Band. She settled on the cooking magazine, and found an article titled: How to spice up the soup kitchen.

I decided to check out the soup kitchen to see how the homeless felt about it, to get a perspective of the real people, the real America that was swept away by the fascist, money grubbing, wall street elite. When I walked in the place smelt strongly, and although it was hard to describe the smell, it made my eyes water and I wanted to retch. I had to drink some mineral water to calm myself down, and inside I went to see what real life was all about.

I set myself down at a table with minimal people at it, since there was no way in hell I was going to let one of those people touch my $300 pea coat. I watched the way they slurped up their pathetic soup, it looked like tomato but without, you know, anything that would make it delicious. From the looks of it, it probably came out of a can, but these people seemed happy, their taste buds probably destroyed from all of the heroin they probably injected into their tongues. They seemed happy, but I knew they were faking it. Real Americans like these folk could never feel the emotions we felt, they couldn’t afford it! They imitate us like its a fashion trend, or maybe they learned how to use it when they claw at us with their dirty hands, begging for our hard earned money.

I asked a mother of two if she was enjoying her soup, she replied in a horrid voice, saying “Yes, its nice today.” I shook my head, pitying the poor woman. When asking how it tasted good, she replied “I don’t know, its good soup.” After multiple questions on if she could taste, or if this was better than the sewer water that she usually drank, she threatened to assault me. Poor woman probably only understood violence when she was growing up on the hard streets, I felt bad for her and her kids who she probably had to sell for sex, the boy, who was around the age of 8, was probably the money maker in the group, but that money would probably only go towards drugs and lottery tickets, because these poor, real folk can’t understand much. Its all the corporations fault, you see, that these sub-humans

This magazine also got tossed into the pile. Marching Band was picked next, since there was no way this one could just be demeaning other people, right? She still had twelve minutes left, hopefully this would be good enough to stick with. However, almost all of the pages were just literal music, written down on the pages, note after note, but she finally found a single article on organizing bands, which seemed long enough to last until she was called up for her dreaded appointment.

For instruments like Clarinets, Cellos, Gongs, you’re going to want chinks.

She skipped several paragraphs ahead, hoping to find something redeeming.

For your percussions you’re going to want blacks, but keep them away from jazz or they’ll use it to impregnate your women.

Into the pile it went. She ran her fingers through her hair and stared up at the ceiling, deciding to not even try the magazine with “supremacy” in the name, and instead counted the ceiling tiles. There were only twenty of them, and it was a quick count. Ten minutes left, still a long time, could she make it? She thought about how weird it was that all of the people in the room had so many different stories, but they were all probably here for the same reason, all of them had to fix a mistake they made and live with the consequences. The protesters outside almost made her turn away, but who were they to make her feel awful, this was already a traumatic experience for her. She didn’t even want her to be here in the first place! It was a lesson for her to learn: don’t fall in love with a married man. The more important lesson was probably: make sure a condom is always used. But how was she supposed to know that he took it off in the middle of sex, how was she supposed to know that he was going to berate her into coming here, what did she do wrong, why did she deserve this, why did he put her through this when he had been so nice to her, all those things he said… tears welled up in her eyes, a lump rose in her throat, her mouth quivered, people were starting to look. Taking a couple deep breaths, she decided to pick up another magazine to distract herself, only eight minutes left, she could push through. Grabbing one at random, opening up to a random page, she started to read.

-but its not just the fluoride in the water that they use, oh no, studies have shown that they are starting to embed secret messages in popular music. They make sure that the patterns of the songs make pictures in your head, so that you know what to think, who to hate, who to vote for, every little thing gets controlled through this. For example, the song “It Must be Tuesday” is actually a hidden message that when deciphered, through sound melding thaumotological heuristics, reads:

Worship the government like it is the true lord and savior, Jesus Christ, which you must ignore and instead worship this false idol. Be tolerant of the gays, even though they are some of the worst sinners on the Earth, devil incarnates, and make sure to vote for their rights. Buy lots and lots of soda so that you may ingest it and stay fat and docile, so our politicians can forcibly take religion out of schools, and our police men can rape your women and desecrate our churches.

Power through, five minutes, she had to just skip ahead and power through.

which is total bullshit if you ask me, but I’m just smart enough to trust the words of “Scientists”, who worship the false idol, “Science”, and try to put fake bones in the ground to disprove the story of our creation! I’m not stupid, and neither are you, so don’t believe a word of their lies! Don’t buy their snake oil! If a teacher tries to fill your kids with these blatant lies then take them out of that school and use the home school system to correct any damage that may have been done to their souls, and get them back onto the righteous path.

Now, I want to disprove another lie of science: Global Warming. Now, the blessed oil companies, factories, and car emissions aren’t heating up the Earth, why that’s just a load of hooey! What’s really happening is lots of people are leaving our holy church and are adulterating with filthy religions, like Judaism, Buddhism, or Islam, or even worse: some are going down the dark path of atheism. God is angered by this, for the world is now no different that Sodom and Gomorrah, so hell on Earth is finally arriving and oh lord can we feel the heat!

She decided that spending the last several minutes on her phone was probably a better idea, and decided to look at what was happening on social media. Skimming through, she saw a couple videos of puppies and kittens, but it seemed like she had built up a tolerance to those, and required more and more cuteness to appease her. Her grandma posted a picture that said: If you don’t like this picture then you are a sinner. Like it if you walk with Jesus every day, and comment if you can feel the light of the lord inside of you. Right after there were two more posts by her grandma, who it seemed didn’t do anything other than this. One was an article to the website of the last magazine that she read, “INFORMATIC”, and the other read:

I love my grandkids, today one of them sent me a pair of gloves in the mail, I found them in my mailbox :)

They must know how cold I am, and its a good pair, I have a pair just like them but I lost them, so I can’t compare, but they’re the same I promise :) :) :)

A friend of hers, who worked at the local movie theater, posted:

I can’t believe that Sails to Freedom won the Oscar, you know that the only reason that this movie won was because it was pandering to feminist liberal bullshit! Why didn’t a movie with men win, huh? Now THAT’s sexism! I’m tired of people coming into the theater to see this bullshit, everyone knows that women aren’t oppressed anymore, fucking entitled bitches. Why didn’t Skull Crusher win the Oscar, huh? Bullshit man bullshit.

Comment: Calm down dude, its just a movie, I don’t even understand how its supposed to be “feminist”

Original Poster: BECAUSE THE LEAD CHARACTER IS A WOMAN, DUMBASS! God, try thinking for yourself instead of the liberal media.

Comment: Actually, I thought it was sexist because the cast wasn’t all women, and I’m angry that it won the Oscar!

She put her phone away and decided to sit with her eyes closed, thinking about nothing, listening to the sounds of the waiting room, until she was finally called in. For some reason she thought of her old dog, Tulip, that she had back when she was a kid, and the doghouse that it used to live in. Tulip had the cutest habit of trying to talk like people did, but all that came out were sounds that were somewhere between a bark and a growl. She remembered running through the yard with the dog, or the long walks through the park. The way Tulip hid under her bed whenever the lightning scared her. Being greeted with licks and that cute noise whenever she came home from school. Those were better times.

“Anne?”

She opened her eyes and looked around the room. At the back she could see a nurse with a clip board and a blank face. Grabbing her purse and sweatshirt, she stood up and walked towards the nurse, ready for her appointment, unsure if life was going to be better or worse.

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