#unfortunately I wasn't making notes while reading so uh. I sure am gonna have fun recapping now

[sparklyjojos]

META / REFERENCES / LORE IN THE CHILDISH DARKNESS or let me scream about Tsukumojuku again

the names Kandai, Seijitsu and Shoujiki repeatedly show up, though as a set of adjectives (generous/benevolent, loyal and honest) rather than character names. Saburou considers these three traits to be of utmost importance, or at least claims that he thinks of them as important, much like Ms. Suzuki.

This in particular floored me:

正直/誠実/寛大な男を探せと常々猿江楓には言ってきたが、そう言う俺は全くその三つの条件を満たしてはいなかった。と言うか、その三つのうちの、どれ一つとして持っていなかった。俺は正直でも誠実でも寛大でもなかった。それどころではなかった。そんなこととは百万光年も離れていたって言うか、全然別次元で生きていた。

I’d kept telling Sarue Kaede to search for an honest, loyal and benevolent man, but I didn’t really fulfill these three criteria myself. Actually, I didn’t have even one of the three. I wasn’t honest or loyal or benevolent. That was just out of the question. I was separated by a million light years away from those, or should I say, was living on a completely different level from them [alt.transl.: in a completely different dimension].

When Saburou finds Yurio’s very teenage writings, aside from an obvious fanwork for his Runbaba books there’s also something called Daibakusho Curry’s Shocking Life, so either there’s a Daibakusho in Natsukawa-verse or this is also Yurio’s fanfic for Saburou’s books. This doesn’t mean Saburou must have already written Tsukumojuku at this point, as Maijo actually released an obscure story in 2000, 魅惑のミステリア, in which a Daibakusho Curry and a Runbaba 12 (and interestingly a ‘Neptune D’) have already showed up. We can assume Daibakusho and Runbaba may be just kinda hanging out in Saburou’s books too I guess?

Yurio has Seiryoin on her bookshelf.

Apparently neither Saburou can have an appendicitis surgery without it getting weird and involving something that really shouldn’t be there in a person’s abdomen. This time, it ties in with the case of someone cutting people open and putting different amount of money into them. The same case that is referenced in the First Story of Tsukumojuku.

Saburou briefly considers the option that a complicated serial killing was committed solely to hide a single murder, but obviously that ‘hide the tree in a forest’ type of crime is just a stupid concept from ridiculous mystery novels. ...It’s also exactly what happened in the First Story of Tsukumojuku with Ueda Yuuko.

Similarly, at one point Saburou considers that a person might have hollowed out the books on the bookcase leaving just the spines and have hidden behind them, but he quickly thinks that would be a stupid trick that can’t work in this real situation. This exact ‘stupid trick’ is what Daibakusho Curry mentions in the Second Story. I feel like half of Saburou’s creative process is going ‘that’s stupid, I’m gonna put this in”

Near the end, Saburou gets tied down by a guy with very bad intentions and an electric saw, and wonders if his older brother (that for all he knows may want to kill him) is going to come and save him. That’s pretty much the climax of the Third Story.

A set of balls for different sports is found nearby a victim’s body, which in itself reminds me of the Seventh Story. But these balls are also fashioned to look similar to the Solar System objects, a bit like it was with the chandelier in Disco.

Somebody in Nishi Akatsuki owns an unnamed dog that’s described in the same terms as Moppy, and the Fujitas have a dog with a similar name, Makki.

Something something a childish guy who the narrator describes as looking monstrous is living locked up by his father in an underground room something something

All those trapdoors and hidden underground rooms reminded me about the Arrow Cross House

Just like pilot Jorge, Saburou ends up having a phrase carved into his body (this time it’s LOVE ME TENDER)

At one point Saburou thinks that Jirou might have kidnapped a set of twins similar to him in looks so he could use one for a body switch trick in case he had to fake death. A similar theory is posed in Disco about Mitamura’s body possibly being Ichirou’s or Jirou’s

Some named characters that show up here and in other books: Araki Kazuo, a Mitamura, Kato Satoshi, Shirai Masami, a bunch of the Angel Bunnies (Fukushima, Kawai, Hoshino, Furutaka, Kamimura, Hayashi...)

A part near the very end had a similar vibe of ‘gaining something by losing something’ as Disco, as well as a slight Tsukumojuku vibe of ‘this may not be the true truth but it’s the truth I want to believe in’. Also, the chapters tend to contradict one another, some even ending with highly weird events that are never mentioned again

Watch out when walking alone in the mountains of Nishi Akatsuki, there are bears. And possibly a family of cannibals. But mostly bears.

[raggaraddy]

Little Lie

Summary: You just wanted to go to a party, but Jimin is determined to make sure everyone knows you are his.

Trigger warning: Smut, yandere themes, non-con, abuse, facial.

Jimin

Yandere! Jimin Playboy! Jimin

"Jimin," you whine, both from pleasure and from frustration. You were trying to be mad at him, but right now you were struggling to remember your own name.

You had been getting ready to go to your friend's party this afternoon. It would be the first time in months you'd be going out without him because he has a family event tonight that you were not invited to. He wasn't thrilled about the idea but after much convincing, he agreed to let you go.

While you were almost ready to leave, Jimin had started pawing at you, groping you. You had dealt with this mood of his 100 times before and it was always easier and quicker just to give him what he wanted than to argue with him.

Soon, he was rocking his hips against you, pressing you hard into the kitchen table. You were moaning and moving with him. The both of you pushing the other to climax. Crying his name and clinging to him as he filled you.

As he pulls out of you you need to clamp your thighs shut. He came so much that you can feel it flowing down your thighs and onto the table in an instant. Kissing you again and again he stretches your dress lower, helping you back onto the floor. The movement further making his release drip from inside you, the top of your thighs becoming slick.

Noting your discomfort, he has a striking grin plastered on his face, looking calmed and euphoric in the afterglow while he watches you run your hands down your outfit.

"Come on, let's go.  I'll take you to see your ex-boyfriend." He suddenly says taking your hand.

"What?" you mutter, looking across his face for an explanation.

"He's going to be there, right?" he smirks.

"Ah," you stutter, searching for a response.

Of course, you knew your ex would be going, but you had decided it was best to lie just a little to avoid any conflict or trouble. Not even really a lie, just omitting certain facts. Plus, it's not like you had feelings for your ex anymore. You more than likely wouldn't even talk to him during the night. But you knew Jimin wouldn't like it and you didn't want to risk not being allowed to go tonight.

Unfortunately for you, since your friends had started getting ready early, they were already posting pictures online. Whether it was out of curiosity, boredom, or because he was checking up on you, while you were showering Jimin was scrolling through their feed when he saw your ex-boyfriend in a few of the pictures.

And as he often did, Jimin pushed rational thinking aside and assumed that you were lying to him because you had feelings for this other man.

"Let's go. I'll drop you off," he says again. Nervously you accept his hand, unable to read his mood under the bright smile he has on. Right away he starts leading you towards the front of the house.

"I'm not going to talk to him. I'm going for everyone else, not him." You try to reassure him.

"Okay," he unexpectedly shrugs it off. Sounding unbothered.

"You're not mad?" You ask tepidly receiving a shake of the head.

"Nope. I want you to have fun, Y/n." 

You can't believe how decent he is being. You were certain the night was about to be ruined for you. But here he is adverting your expectations. Letting you go off by yourself, even after everything.

Stopping at the entrance toilet, you pull from him only to have your arm snatched back and to be held in place.

"Nuh-uh." he draws you towards the front door again.

"Huh?" you tug back fighting through your confusion. Forcing a small smile to match his energy. "Jimin, I need to clean up," you explain with a small glow of embarrassment on your cheeks.

"No, you don't. You're perfect like this." he chuckles, leaning into you kissing you softly.

"But," You look up at him with a pout and furrowed brows. "there is cum running down my legs," you whisper.

"Good." His arms wrap around you tightly, his fingers digging into your skin. He kisses you again, grinning with a chuckle.

"What?" You're sure he can't be serious. There has to be some kind of misunderstanding.  "No, I'm going to get cum on my dress, and it's too short. People will see." you try again to clarify, looking up at him utterly puzzled.

"Good," he repeats.

You're flustered. You don't want to go out like this. There is no way he can mean it. It would be so embarrassing if anyone noticed.

"Stop! I know you're just trying to make me stay home." You scold.

Out of space to resist, you reluctantly let him push his tongue into your mouth. You're certain Jimin has to be angry. He is being so stubborn and crude right now. However, he is also being very affectionate and bubbly. Which is not just making you confused but also frustrated by his unreasonableness.

Breaking the kiss, he keeps peppering small ones along your jaw until his mouth comes to your ear. "No, I'm not. I'll take you there right now."

"Jimin. I'm not going there like this!" you yell, shaking your head trying to make him listen to you.

Laughing, he ignores you, only continuing to yanks you and drag you out the front door, crushing your hand and forcing you to take large steps to keep pace with him.

By the time he shoves you into the passenger side, your dress, thighs, and now his car seat are a sticky mess. You yank on the door handle as soon as it shuts, but it doesn't open. Jimin had flicked on the child lock when he pushed you in.

You're starting to panic. You have to get him to stop. He is going to humiliate you. And on top of everything you haven't even got your jacket, purse, shoes, or underwear. It's just you and your thigh-high black dress. He is really about to put you out there, in front of all of your friends, while you're exposed like this. Even if you were to rush to the bathroom right away, you'd have to get there first. Which means there is too high a risk that someone would notice.

"Jimin! Stop being a dick!" you snap as soon as he opens his door, trying to sound authoritative. "Let me out. I am not playing anymore."

He slides in beside you, slamming his door loudly, smacking his hands against the steering wheel. Remaining determined, you do your best not to let his aggressive movements intimidate you.  Honestly, you'd almost rather he hit you right now because you know he wouldn't let you go out with a black eye.

"You wanted to sneak out and see your ex, Angel. So let's go see him." the smile in his eyes goes cold. His tone becoming distant.

"Oh for the love of-" you roll your eyes. "So what? Your plan is to mark your territory by making me see him with your cum all over me? Stop being pathetic!"

"Pathetic?!" he hisses.

His eyes go dark as he lunges at you across the centre console. You jerk back, banging into the door and window to try to avoid him. But you don't have a chance. Pressing his body weight into you, he keeps you trapped in the corner by digging his forearms across your throat. You thump your palms into his side, into his face, hoping to get him off you but no amount of struggling seems to phase him.

Prying his free hand between your thighs, he forces his fingers into you roughly, pushing them deep, curling them inside you.

"Ji-" you gasp from pain as Jimin pumps a third finger inside you. "Stop, it hurts!" you scream.

"Let's see," he pauses, pulling out of you. "if any of them," he brings his wet hand up and smacks it to your cheek, rubbing and smothering his cum over all your face. "want you after this."

Finally, he lets loose your throat, dropping back into his seat with a snicker.

Frozen, panting in the corner, you're staring straight ahead in shock at what he just did. At what he just said. Tears spring to your eyes, horrified by his plan.

He can't make you go out like this.

Yanking on the handle again, trying to lower the power windows, you have no better luck than before.

He starts the car, pulling on the road. A satisfied smirk smile on his face.

You wipe at your cheeks, your lips, your forehead. But the more you try to clear, the more it spreads and drys on your skin.

You had been trying so hard to hide from your friends how badly Jimin treats you. You'd gotten questions here and there about some of the bruises you had on your arms and legs, but you'd always managed to explain them away. But after this. After he kicks you out of the car looking like some kind of abuse victim, they'll never look at you the same.

"Jimin." You cry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry baby." you lean over the seat stroking his arm, trying to get him to lighten up. To change his mind. "Please. Please don't make me go. Please." you beg, tears pouring out of you. 

But your pleas fall on deaf ears.

"Don't worry Angel," he turns to you, once more with a dazzling smile on his face. "we're just gonna show you around for a little bit. Then I'll bring you home."