#best case scenario it was a careless mistake

[isfjmel-phleg]

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[princesssarisa]

In the past I've shared other people's musings about the different interpretations of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice. Namely, why Orpheus looks back at Eurydice, even though he knows it means he'll lose her forever. So many people seem to think they've found the one true explanation of the myth. But to me, the beauty of myths is that they have many possible meanings.

So I thought I would share a list of every interpretation I know, from every serious adaptation of the story and every analysis I've ever heard or read, of why Orpheus looks back.

One interpretation – advocated by Monteverdi's opera, for example – is that the backward glance represents excessive passion and a fatal lack of self-control. Orpheus loves Eurydice to such excess that he tries to defy the laws of nature by bringing her back from the dead, yet that very same passion dooms his quest fo fail, because he can't resist the temptation to look back at her.

He can also be seen as succumbing to that classic "tragic flaw" of hubris, excessive pride. Because his music and his love conquer the Underworld, it might be that he makes the mistake of thinking he's entirely above divine law, and fatally allows himself to break the one rule that Hades and Persephone set for him.

Then there are the versions where his flaw is his lack of faith, because he looks back out of doubt that Eurydice is really there. I think there are three possible interpretations of this scenario, which can each work alone or else co-exist with each other. From what I've read about Hadestown, it sounds as if it combines all three.

In one interpretation, he doubts Hades and Persephone's promise. Will they really give Eurydice back to him, or is it all a cruel trick? In this case, the message seems to be a warning to trust in the gods; if you doubt their blessings, you might lose them.

Another perspective is that he doubts Eurydice. Does she love him enough to follow him? In this case, the warning is that romantic love can't survive unless the lovers trust each other. I'm thinking of Moulin Rouge!, which is ostensibly based on the Orpheus myth, and which uses Christian's jealousy as its equivalent of Orpheus's fatal doubt and explicitly states "Where there is no trust, there is no love."

The third variation is that he doubts himself. Could his music really have the power to sway the Underworld? The message in this version would be that self-doubt can sabotage all our best efforts.

But all of the above interpretations revolve around the concept that Orpheus looks back because of a tragic flaw, which wasn't necessarily the view of Virgil, the earliest known recorder of the myth. Virgil wrote that Orpheus's backward glance was "A pardonable offense, if the spirits knew how to pardon."

In some versions, when the upper world comes into Orpheus's view, he thinks his journey is over. In this moment, he's so ecstatic and so eager to finally see Eurydice that he unthinkingly turns around an instant too soon, either just before he reaches the threshold or when he's already crossed it but Eurydice is still a few steps behind him. In this scenario, it isn't a personal flaw that makes him look back, but just a moment of passion-fueled carelessness, and the fact that it costs him Eurydice shows the pitilessness of the Underworld.

In other versions, concern for Eurydice makes him look back. Sometimes he looks back because the upward path is steep and rocky, and Eurydice is still limping from her snakebite, so he knows she must be struggling, in some versions he even hears her stumble, and he finally can't resist turning around to help her. Or more cruelly, in other versions – for example, in Gluck's opera – Eurydice doesn't know that Orpheus is forbidden to look back at her, and Orpheus is also forbidden to tell her. So she's distraught that her husband seems to be coldly ignoring her and begs him to look at her until he can't bear her anguish anymore.

These versions highlight the harshness of the Underworld's law, and Orpheus's failure to comply with it seems natural and even inevitable. The message here seems to be that death is pitiless and irreversible: a demigod hero might come close to conquering it, but through little or no fault of his own, he's bound to fail in the end.

Another interpretation I've read is that Orpheus's backward glance represents the nature of grief. We can't help but look back on our memories of our dead loved ones, even though it means feeling the pain of loss all over again.

Then there's the interpretation that Orpheus chooses his memory of Eurydice, represented by the backward glance, rather than a future with a living Eurydice. "The poet's choice," as Portrait of a Lady on Fire puts it. In this reading, Orpheus looks back because he realizes he would rather preserve his memory of their youthful, blissful love, just as it was when she died, than face a future of growing older, the difficulties of married life, and the possibility that their love will fade. That's the slightly more sympathetic version. In the version that makes Orpheus more egotistical, he prefers the idealized memory to the real woman because the memory is entirely his possession, in a way that a living wife with her own will could never be, and will never distract him from his music, but can only inspire it.

Then there are the modern feminist interpretations, also alluded to in Portrait of a Lady on Fire but seen in several female-authored adaptations of the myth too, where Eurydice provokes Orpheus into looking back because she wants to stay in the Underworld. The viewpoint kinder to Orpheus is that Eurydice also wants to preserve their love just as it was, youthful, passionate, and blissful, rather than subject it to the ravages of time and the hardships of life. The variation less sympathetic to Orpheus is that Euyridice was at peace in death, in some versions she drank from the river Lethe and doesn't even remember Orpheus, his attempt to take her back is selfish, and she prefers to be her own free woman than be bound to him forever and literally only live for his sake.

With that interpretation in mind, I'm surprised I've never read yet another variation. I can imagine a version where, as Orpheus walks up the path toward the living world, he realizes he's being selfish: Eurydice was happy and at peace in the Elysian Fields, she doesn't even remember him because she drank from Lethe, and she's only following him now because Hades and Persephone have forced her to do so. So he finally looks back out of selfless love, to let her go. Maybe I should write this retelling myself.

Are any of these interpretations – or any others – the "true" or "definitive" reason why Orpheus looks back? I don't think so at all. The fact that they all exist and can all ring true says something valuable about the nature of mythology.

[huexuri]

⋆ txt members : txt and use of sex toys! ⋆

NSFW, MDNI!

warnings: fem!reader, dom (or) sub reader/txt depending in scenario, sex toys, masturbation, mentions of insecurity, pet names (whore, mommy, good boy, good girl, brat, baby etc), exhibitionism, overstim, cnc, cunnilingus, fingering, i got carried away in gyu's, hella possessive gyu, slight SLIGHT angst in kais?? bc he's insecure as shit, tell me if there's more

note: this is a reply to my anon inbox asking for ot5 content!! (not a fic like you asked, bc i'm not comfy writing about a fivesome) but just wanted to make it a separate post bc i need to b able to edit my post in case of some careless mistake.... ALSO THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG WTF OMG HELP

⊹ yeonjun 🦊 : remote controlled vibrator

:: dom!yeonjun would be most likely to use a remote controlled vibrator on you — especially in public.

:: you'd be so prideful in your ability to keep quiet in public before you both leave the house, then be quivering in your seat in the middle of a restaurant with your panties soaking wet, hoping you didn't leave a stain on the seats ...

:: yeonjun would have so much fun, suddenly turning the sensitivity level to high when you least expect it — earning a soft but restrained whimper from you as you try your best not to squirm any more.

:: "you don't want to humiliate yourself, do you now? keep.., quiet." yeonjun would whisper in your ear, as if that didn't turn you on any more.

:: when you get so sensitive that at this point your swollen clit practically aches for release, a little squeeze on his bicep is enough to notify him that you're close. only then would yeonjun turn off the vibrator so you wouldn't... well, cum everywhere on the middle of the sidewalk.

:: "what happened to being able to handle it, huh?" yeonjun would tease, "the fact that all eyes are on you really turns you on, doesn't it? you whore~" he would continue, and you know yourself that it's true.

:: the painfully obvious sight of you trying to keep your composure as you walk around a shopping mall with all these strangers that would be the first to see if you came in your pants would give yeonjun even more excitement to use the machine at his own will.

:: finally bringing you home after edging you for hours now, even a feather touch to your clit would get you squirting all over the place. when that's settled though, you'll finally get that cock that you deserve for handling your climax so well — and yeonjun would definitely reward his good girl, making this if already not, the best day you've ever had.

⊹ soobin 🐰 : fleshlight

:: sub!soobin who is never able to contain himself when he feels horny, who always has to find a way to touch himself. and you know this. so last year, you got him a birthday gift — a fleshlight which he could use to remind himself of you.

:: sometimes, when he doesn't realize you've came home, you'd catch him in his room whimpering and whining, followed by squelching noises which make it obvious what he's doing. he doesn't realize you can hear him — so he's not scared about being loud. but when you tell him the walls are thin, he gets all flustered, then forgets about it the next time he decides to play with himself.

:: when that happens, you waste no time barging in his room, catching him in the act. you've gone long enough rubbing your thighs to no avail.

:: he seems like he enjoys it when he's caught, that smug look on his face when he tries to act embarrassed. you then realize that he doesn't forget the walls are thin. he knows, and he wants you to do something about it.

:: "deciding to be such a brat, huh? if you wanted me to fuck you, you could've said so.." you'd coo, resulting in him and a bratty pout as if he'd done nothing wrong.

:: he'd regret being such a brat when you're soon kneeling in between his legs and pumping his shaft at almost light speed using his own fleshlight,, even if he'd much be preferring the real deal hugging his cock.

:: "aah—fuck—mommy.... m-mommy, please!! please i-i— too fast, t-too... haaa... 'm a good boy—s-ssorry i pppromise i—" he'd stutter and beg,,, in between squirms and hiccups of his "anguish" you found.. cute.

:: he'd learn from his mistakes, only after you finally let him cum by the time his tip is glossy and glowing painfully red, with a gradient down to his shaft that is quite the contrary — pale and swollen and twitching while his beads of his tears well up at the corner of his eyes, that being bratty would bring him nowhere but begging for the thing that he'd first hoped for — the thing that could've came first if he had just behaved..

⊹ beomgyu 🐻 : vibrator

:: dom!gyu who would get jealous seeing you go on call with one of your guy friends — headset on and all, so you don't realize when he sneaks under your desk and pushes your shorts to the left to reveal nothing underneath.

:: realizing that something's touching you, frantically putting down your headset with a quick "gimme a minute" leaves you to the sight of your boyfriend gyu with your vibrator in hand as you fist his fluffy hair.

:: "the fuck are you—" "nothing, baby. continue playing with that guy you wanna ride so badly." beomgyu cuts you off as he slides a tongue into your pussy before you can even say anything else. "i-it's not like that, come on what the—" "shush, put your headset back on." you got interrupted again.

:: obeying him, you try to put your headset back on without squirming every second. but you don't realize he would soon end up face in front of your knees, flicking your clit up and down like a light switch with his tongue and fingers curled up inside you.

:: you're trying so damn hard to stay quiet. so awfully quiet that even your boy best friend asks you what's up, and when you're about to answer, you— "f-fffuck—"

:: "u-uhm,, nothing, i'm just —f-ffocused,," you mutter out into your mic. but how can you fucking focus when now gyu's tongue is thrusting in and out of you as he strokes your already swollen clit up and down with the vibrator head?

:: "sorry, bro, afk for a second." you quickly speak into the microphone of your headset before slamming it down on the table and squirming till your vocal cords feel like sandpaper.

:: "gyu, gyu, f-fuck i'm,, 'm sorry i— oh fuck, fuck ffu—c-cumming, cumming,, shit,,,!!" you fist the hair of your petty boyfriend beneath your feet — he's now practically like,, painting your clit with your own slick, the vibrator acting like the paintbrush. his fingers ram in and out of you, and he still hasn't made any sound.

:: "don't talk to anyone but me, you fucking—ngh—got it?" he growls, his raspy voice so apparent as his brown doe eyes glisten up at you, but he still seems so intimidating.

:: spamming the shit out of your "end call" button on your screen without explanation, you finally release all over him; your vision turns white for a split second before he slowly winds down the sensitivity of the vibrator and throws it aside — fingers sliding out of you, covered in your arousal.

:: "you're mine, and i'll make you remember that." gyu exhales as he stands up from under your desk, licking your juices off his fingers before dragging you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up. you couldn't even mutter a "mhm" because of how fast everything went by.

:: all you know, is that you never want to make gyu jealous again.

⊹ taehyun 🐿️ : dildo

:: sub!taehyun who has always been unconfident in his ability to make you feel good — he still thinks about the words that his ex had said to him, saying that he's terrible in bed, so he gets you a dildo to use on you.

:: no matter how many times you try to convince him that he'll do fine, he always denys it, and instead during heated times he rams your pussy with the dildo he'd gotten you. it definitely feels good, but deep down you know that the real deal would definitely feel way better than some stupid plastic cock.

:: especially the size of him, way bigger and girthy. the times where he'd stroke his cock with his head back infront of you as you ride that dildo facing him, both of you imagining that you're linked with each other — but taehyun just can't stop thinking that he's the problem, even if you tried helping him.

:: "taehyun," you sighed as you paused the video you were both watching on the tv.

:: "yes, baby?" he'd reply.

:: crawling over to straddle him, you'd shush him when he tries to question anything. "i'm sick of you not having confidence in yourself, taehyun.." you cleared your throat, "just let me do the work. you know you want it too..." the sides of your lips turned upwards as he was still hesitant — but you could already feel his erection that wasn't there 3 minutes ago, pressing up against the silk of your panties.

:: only a few minutes later,, you're bouncing up and down on his cock, praising him over and over again, cooing about how good he feels inside you, how good of a boy he is, how cute he looks—

:: "sshit, am i doing a good j-job? fuck, pretty... it feels s-ssso.. so fuckin' good...." taehyun whimpers, still feeling as if he isn't good enough.

:: "don't bother to ask baby, w-whoever said you're not good in bed is prob—pprobably out of their–mmh...mind.." you hastily replied as you fist his shirt, crinkling in the palm of your hand.

:: "fuck, baby ple—please,, keep going, i'm...i'm gonna—" taehyun huffs.

:: "pill, pill taehyun, go ahead and cum for me dirty boy, fuck fuck fuck,," you pick up your pace, your head throws back, his hips buck up into you, and your vision flashes white, taehyun holds on to your wrist, "i'm cumming, 'm c-ccumming—"

:: after that day, you don't think that dildo is gonna be useful anymore when you finally have him all to yourself.

⊹ hueningkai 🐧 : vibrator

:: sub!hyuka who always covered up his pretty face with his favourite hoodie during lives.. and you've noticed this, whenever you hop on to weverse to watch any of their lives, he's either hiding himself with his hair, his hoodie, or subtly complaining about his looks. it hurts you a bit inside to realize that he's insecure. because how can such a pretty person think of themselves that way? hopping off the live, you wait for kai to come back home and decide you want to help him ease his mind and feel better about himself.

:: both of you are on the bed and you get ready to suggest ideas. you originally thought of bringing him to eat bingsu, or watching a movie together while cuddling, bunched up in his favourite comforter. but imagine the surprise that flushes over you when he mutters a little "vibrator..?" so soft you nearly miss it.

:: your eyes widening, "s-sorry what?" you cleared your throat, looking at him with a look of disbelief.

:: "vibrator... please." kai looked up at you with glossy, nearly teary eyes. "it's just... please don't get mad at me, i really need to let go of my worries, and—"

:: "shh, kai. if that's what you really need i'll do that for you, okay? let me do all the work for you, you deserve it." you smiled at him before wiping the beads of tears off the corner of his eyes. he simply nodded at you, returning a grateful smile.

:: pulling down his pants, vibrator in hand, you lie chest down in-between his thighs and face facing his shaft — you slowly bring the vibrator to his cock head, earning a little squirm of pleasure from kai.

:: "t-thank you, you don't know how much i needed this, i— all i needed was to destress, i'm s-so happy,, fuck... haa... it feels good.." kai rasps.

:: "you're so pretty, hyuka. you've such a pretty face, pretty nose, ethereal body, please don't ever doubt yourself my love." you exclaimed on his cock, gliding the vibrator up and down and under his length as you lay a tongue on his slit, collecting his precum.

:: "you really mean t-hat?" hyuka sighs at the feeling of your wet tongue drawing circles around his tip.

:: "of course i mean it, pretty." you said before you lowered your lips down halfway his shaft, the other half occupied by the vibrator, coating your spit around him evenly.

:: "mmh... shit.... it's so good, fuck." his cock twitches inside your mouth, and you know that kai's climax is coming to it's peak. giving light kisses up and around his upper half of his shaft, you lead the vibrator, dragging it up towards his moist swollen tip and tipping it to an angle where it forces the vibration all the way down his cock, and with a heavy moan, that was enough for him to bust all over your lips and coat the vibrator in it's white.

:: "shit,,.." kai sighs. "i love you." he continues.

:: you don't say anything but respond by crawling over to his chest and kissing him on the lips, making him taste himself on you.

:: letting go of the kiss, "promise me you love yourself like i love you?" you exclaimed.

:: "promise." kai smiled.

[chutkiandchotte]

I've been kind of in a IPK hateration mood lately (so if you're not in the mood for that look away lol) and its irritating that a lot of people find Khushi really annoying (which admittedly - she can be extremely trying, its kind of a core characteristic) for the same things they find extremely attractive and/or forgivable in Arnav. Such as arrogance, stubborness, narrow minded-ness, etc etc.

Personally to me, rewatching this show as a well grown adult (for the millionth time but thats not relevant 👀), Arnav can be extremely annoying. And immature too. And he's got flaws and made mistakes the size of Jupiter and not everything is to do with his deep dark past and lack of trust and misunderstandings.

Arnav calling the Gupta house ghatiya and his crappy behaviour leading up to that, for example, is to me one of his lowest moments but also an extremely real one which is perhaps why I have the most viscerally annoyed by it reaction. I am yet to meet someone who forced a girl into a contract marriage for 6 months to save their sister so its hard to take that one personally lol. But I do know about how casually violent classist dynamics can be especially in conservative families where the boy's side is richer than the girl's side. I've seen that exact anxious Gupta family - entitled damadji dynamic first hand. Yeah, this is how rich assholes in India behave and think. There isn't the slightest bit of gratitude or humility for the lottery they won in being one of the 1% of India, instead there is tremendous entitlement to every bit of power they wield combined with a barely concealed disgust/dehumanization of poor people. Unfortunately, best case scenario is actually someone like Arnav - not actively malicious or hostile but passively smugly superior towards anyone not of his "class", careless with his words and actions which often land as loaded weapons, and perfectly comfortable with using his money and power to control the lives of anyone dependent on him.

The ghatiya incident of course was followed by a contrition period of sorts which I do enjoy watching in isolation. But it means nothing really when you remember that well after misunderstandings are cleared, Arnav chose to financially blackmail Khushi with the threat of turning her poor parents out to the streets. That well after love declarations and marriage vows, Arnav in order to win an argument still mocked Khushi's financial status, reminded her of her financial dependency on him and insisted that all financial decisions should be taken by him.

There's a strong strain of classism in the way he thinks, in the language he uses, the numerous uses of the word "aukaad" - anyone who has spent any amount of time in Delhi knows the exact kind of person who frequently throws around the word aukaad. And frankly...its a toss up to me whats more annoying between Arnav's frequent and casual classism and Khushi's frequent and casual violation of people's boundaries.

(Except maybe that Arnav's is more annoying given that, you know, he gets the to tap into the power of oppressive structures of society to enforce all of his annoying habits while Khushi is just like, one annoying girl who often hurts people due to her interfering nature. The person I would consider the biggest victim of Khushi's annoying habits is actually Lavanya. Not Arnav.)

[starrysilvalley]

I ended up finishing P.A.M’s illustration before the second rival’s, so I decided to share this one first 😅 So time for the mascot of not only Spectrum but the villains of this project. Of the original characters, P.A.M is my favorite. He’s also one of my favorite villains I’ve had the pleasure of writing so far, so I’m excited to share him.

✨🌟✨

P.A.M stands for Pokémon Assistant and Moderator, but such a title and appearance doesn't quite show the true power this one entity holds over New Unova. While used as the equivalent of our Siri within the Pokémon universe, this A.I controls and watches over New Unova like a more charming version of “Big Brother”. For the modern citizen, Pam answers any questions posed to it and helps organize technology interfaces. For those of higher status, Pam is the eyes and ears of the Pokémon League. He watches and listens for anything that threatens the rule of the Champion or the citizens of Unova. His ever watchful presence in Unova’s advanced cities and technology pushed many more shady characters underground and into isolation from any post-war technology. These restraints apply for characters such as Emmet and Fajra, who completely abandoned modern technology for their own illegeal gadgets and pre-war technology.

Like any good A.I assistant, P.A.M portrays himself as a friendly, happy-go-lucky Minccino who is willing to help solve any problem. At least, that's what the citizens are supposed to see. The criminals and outcasts instead whisper his name with fear. They sit the furthest from the televisions in bars and Pokémon Centers, give kiosks wide berths, and never speak their true names in a room with any sort of technology. The best case scenario is simply disappearing after being caught for treason by P.A.M, but no one knows what happens to those who disappear after speaking too truthfully about the current state of the region and League. The protagonist Una has never had to face P.A.M’s scorn, which often leads to careless mistakes. Emmet, however, has seen the true nature that lies hidden behind P.A.M’s grin, pushing him to consistently remind his charge not to speak to candidly in front of any tech. Una may not quite understand the reason for the fear, but she knows anything that can frighten her often optimistic guardian should be given some sort of respect.

Even the A.I Minccino is not exempt from having his own partner Pokémon. While P.A.M is a borderline omnipresent being, he still has his own “home base” within the Pokémon League’s headquarters in Victory Road. Upon Pam’s request, Champion Harlan allowed this Muk to remain in P.A.M’s lab where it quietly mopes. Very few people know of this Muk’s existence, and even fewer know why an A.I Minccino would be drawn to such a Pokémon. It is rumored that this particular Muk is the last in the whole region since no other wild Muks have been sighted since their native environments were wiped out after the war. This would explain why some witnesses (including Emmet) reported that the Muk appeared to be consistently depressed, although seems to find solace in P.A.M’s company. As sadistic and heartless as P.A.M appears, Muk’s presence shows that P.A.M is capable of forming some sort of emotional connection— what emotion is the basis of this connection is unclear.

P.A.M has the most concept art of all my Project Spectrum characters right now, but I'm only going to share a few. I plan to share my full pieces in separate posts.

[furinana]

The uncertainty of Asahi's family background caused by the strategy book

“Apprentice hunter. Although she was an orphan, she was taken in by Boss and raised alongside the protagonist. [...]”

Mmm, is that right? I decided to remake a past post addressing this to avoid misunderstandings since it's likely this info isn't actually compatible with SMT4A's setting for fair reasons ↓

Confusion is apparent among Japanese fans:

"I read the strategy book but is it true that Asahi was also an orphan? Isn't that just a mistake on the part of the editors? Maybe Asahi and Nanashi were orphans living together and Asahi remembered her name? And they were both picked up and raised by Boss, so Asahi became very attached to Nanashi?"

"SMT4A's strategy guide says that Asahi was an orphan who was adopted by Boss, but isn't Nanashi the only one who is an orphan and Asahi is Boss's real child??"

"What I don't quite understand from SMT4&A's setting is concerning Boss's fiancee and Asahi's birth; Boss is overly worried about Asahi and whenever he appeared, Nanashi and Asahi seemed to be in different positions. But then the strategy guide says Asahi was also an orphan and I was like huuuuh"

"[...] In the strategy book, Asahi is an orphan, but in the Setting Materials Collection, she's Boss's child... she would be an orphan with a name while Nanashi wouldn't have one lol"

"[...] If Asahi is also an orphan, why does she have a proper name?* That's why I thought she was his biological child after all" *: 朝日 asahi means morning sun while 名無し nanashi means nameless

"I wonder if Boss was the one who named Asahi. I thought it was a name filled with a lot of hope. It's like he wants to show this child the sunrise that he can't see at the moment. On the other hand, who gave Nanashi such a careless name? [...]"

[The only in-game info we have regarding Boss]

After discussion with @/oozmium, here's the gist:

[The Strategy Guide (left) and the Setting Materials Collection aka SMTIVA's artbook (right)]

A plausible explanation is that it could be a dated aspect from the concept stage that doesn't apply to the final product. In any case, we lack hard evidence for whatever angle you look at them from.

The only stated facts are: 1) Nanashi was rescued as a baby (who rescued him is not specified) 2) Boss retired from being a Hunter due to his wife's death when Nanashi and Asahi were 5 3) Nanashi and Asahi knew each other as early as they remember 4) Boss being Asahi's father is strongly reiterated more through the game

With this much up in the air, is it possible to, let's say, build a scenario where the unequal treatment regarding Nanashi and Asahi makes sense while still under the perspective that Boss tried the best he could with both? Well... to each fan their own interpretation.

Nevertheless, even if the game doesn't go further on this topic, some fans still are fond of associating Nanashi and Asahi to siblings:

"Huh, Asahi's dad is Nanashi's adoptive father, so does that mean they're like siblings? (I've decided they're an older sister & younger brother duo)"

"About Asahi, she looks like an older sister with Nanashi as a younger brother"

"Asahi and the protagonist have been childhood friends for probably over ten years so because of that Nanashi would only view Asahi as an older sister or a mother, unable to see her as a SO or a lover"

"Wouldn't Asahi and Nanashi be cute if they were older sister and younger brother... the fearless older sister who keeps pushing forward and the younger brother who follows her from behind but steps forward to protect her when the time comes are so damn cute"

"The way I see Nanashi is that he's Asahi's twin, but he was a little hurt for being the only one without a name! That's why he renamed himself to Hinata* in his smartphone (*∩´ω∩) Asahi and Hinata. Children waiting for the sun (*∩´ω∩)"

*: Both Asahi and Hinata share the kanji for sun (日). 日(ひ)向 hinata means sunny place (lit. the direction the sun is shining)

[kurisus]

Noragami reread: Volume 7 & 8 thoughts

A little late because instead of reading last night I slept for 15 hours. Here we go.

This volume (7) kicks right off with more foreshadowing that pains me. We have:

Hiyori refusing to have her ties cut because she wants to be with Yato longer. Not "forever," but longer. Postponing the inevitable.

Yato being so touched by this statement he takes it way too far

The first mention of the sorcerer (or crafter as he is called in the official but I don't like that term as much) in the same chapter as Fujisaki's introduction, which is saving Hiyori from a nasty fall. They could have picked a lot of "meet cute" scenarios, but they chose this one maybe because of Hiyori naturally feeling indebted to this guy.

Yato remarking that he hasn't looked at cherry blossoms in a long time. Of course not, because they always make him sad.

Yato complaining that Hiyori made it a party since the three of them haven't hung out in ages. Choking in final arc

Hiyori and Yukine agreeing to do this again next year. Choking again. CAN THE LAST CHAPTER PLEASE HAVE THIS. IF NOTHING ELSE.

And still in the same chapter, Tenjin warning Hiyori that she needs to cut ties because what's happening on the far shore doesn't affect her. Well, we see how much that's not true.

THAT WAS ALL ONE CHAPTER. Moving on.

Yukine decides that as a guide, he should let go of all desires except the one to protect Yato. Which, of course, becomes his downfall. I'm being crushed over here.

It seems like Father is deliberately mocking Yato and Yukine by giving Yato cases that parallel Yukine's past to an unnerving degree. But how could he have known this? Yato hasn't even dropped a hint to anyone. Maybe he just noticed their father-son relationship and assumed Yukine was a victim of domestic abuse, then went "okay Yaboku now go kill these evil men and you can't argue <333 don't you feel like you're doing the world a favor"

And he CAN'T argue because not killing these men would be like failing to save Yukine. I just. AGH. THE PARALLELS. There's a lot in this arc that really sticks out once you know more.

Father and Yato's first interaction reveals a lot too. Yato is so terrified of him, he can't even move. Even though he'd just been yelling about wanting to go home and attacking the ayakashi.

Yato and Ebisu's conversation in Yomi gets more heart-wrenching with every reread. Yato is bitter because Ebisu will always continue to live so he can afford to be careless with his life, while Ebisu wishes he could value his life like Yato. Yato will take a few lessons from Ebisu's way of doing things--the whole god of fortune thing, as well as living in the background and not interfering so much.

There's a lot to unpack about both Hiyori's and Yato's journeys in volume 8, especially with regards to the series' ending. This is the volume where Hiyori forgets about Yato (albeit temporarily), and she's distressed the entire time her memory is blank. Does this point to an ending where she keeps all her memories? I don't know. I feel like the best ending for me at this point would be for her to keep all her memories, but choose to part ways of her own accord. As Tenjin rightly points out, this isn't more important than her real life. She can't keep running around here forever. But I don't want her to forget, either. The entire story has been about her avoiding that.

Now I'm switching gears to being sad about Yato. Again, he learns from Ebisu here that a god should exist for his people and not interfere with their lives. So what does that mean for endgame? I don't want Yato to reincarnate. That was what he wanted, after all, and it was a result of him not valuing his life, the same mistake Ebisu made. Plus, if he did, he would forget Sakura, and as sad as that story is he should remember her. If he ceases to exist? I will be crying screaming kicking at the walls...but it would be a fitting end to his character arc. But of course, the remaining issue with that is Yukine. I don't want Yukine to be left alone either. Perhaps he and Hiyori can keep hanging out...in my ideal scenario where she keeps her memories but chooses not to involve herself with the far shore anymore.

But my preferred ending for Yato would be for him to remain as he is. He's gone through so much, and he deserves to continue to live, memories intact. That goes for Hiyori too. (Plus when Yato got his shrine, Kofuku said "now you can live a long life.")

God the closer I get to the ending, the sadder I get. See you tomorrow with more sadness.

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𝐶𝑂𝐷𝐸 𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸

𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Steve is angry on you for behaving recklessly and you decide to let him take his anger out on you in a very unprofessional way...

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: Unprotected sex, spanking, shower sex, rough sex, hair pulling, handjob, choking, PWP (porn with a very little plot... wait who am I lying to? It’s porn.) 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

For my sake, your sake, your mom’s sake and for the betterment of the entire world, if you are a minor, please do not read this!🔞

Beta’d by the wonderful @lex-the-flex But all mistakes are mine

This is my first time writing smut, so please be kind 🥺 It’s filth... absolutely filth, even I can’t believe I’ve written this 🤦🏽‍♀️ I hope to god my mom never finds this and Marvel is probably gonna sue me for writing this.

“Steve!”

You exclaimed as he shut the door right in front of your face. Closing your eyes, you pressed your face to the door and sighed. You wanted to bang the door until he opened and explain Steve that all you did was your job. But you didn’t, instead you went to your own room next door and sulked.

You and Steve were on a mission to take down a hydra base. For the first few days, all you both did was map out the building. Once sure enough of your plans, you had finally breached it this morning.

In the beginning everything was just as expected. But then during the fight, you had spotted a man aiming his gun at an unaware Steve and like the love crazed woman you were, you shielded Steve with your own body.

Gladly Steve realised it before the damage was done and quickly held the shield in front of your both, deflecting the bullet. At your stunt, he had clenched his jaw and given an angry glare to you and had resumed fighting.

You had thought that was the extent of his anger at your carelessness, but apparently you were wrong. Steve hadn’t spoken a word to you after that. He had been silent throughout the entire ride to the hotel.

As he kept on fuming with unspoken anger, you tried your best to mend the situation by repeatedly calling out his name and talking about random things to yourself.

You actually didn’t know why he was angry. Agreed it was a stupid decision to be standing in front of a bullet, but you did it to save your teammate, at least that’s what you justified it with.

The truth was you were hopelessly in love with Steve Rogers. Soon after you had joined the avengers, you and Steve had become best friends. You hadn’t even planned on befriending him, forget about falling in love.

But with all his charm and naivety it was impossible not to fall for him. Not to mention his godly body. With the way he sometimes got flustered in front of you, you thought he felt something for you too, but you canceled it down by calling it wishful thinking.

While you both shared all your problems and worries with each other, you kept your emotions under wraps.

When you had seen the man aim his gun at Steve, your heart had literally stopped beating. The thought of living in a world without Steve in it was much more harrowing than your own death. So you did what you had to.

But now his silence was speaking louder than his words. It wouldn’t have felt this bad if he had scolded you or given you one of his long boring lectures, but this tactic of not talking with you was hurting you much worse.

The entire time you stripped out of your Kevlar suit and bathed, your mind was occupied by Steve’s silence. No matter how much you thought, you still couldn’t understand what had made him so mad.

After all, signing up with the avengers meant you would get into fights and get injured. The mantle of being an avenger came with a few broken bones.

And you weren’t the first to make such risky decisions during a mission, there had been many before you and there would be many after. So what was all this fuss about?

As you were pacing around your room, chewing your bottom lip, you stopped suddenly and took in a sharp breath. You couldn’t go back with this mess. Whatever it was, you had to sort it out and for that you needed to talk.

Deciding that it was now or never, you stepped out of your room and stood in front of Steve’s. You placed your ear on the door to check for any activity but there was none. You hoped to god he hadn’t fallen asleep.

Gathering all the strength you had, you knocked on the door, once, twice... thrice. But there was still no response. This had your mental alarms ringing. Steve sure wouldn’t ignore you this much, what if he was in danger?

Thinking of the worst case scenario, you crouched down and started picking the lock with your hair pin. As you opened the door and entered the room, you finally heard the noise of cascading water.

You huffed out a breath of relief. All this time he was just taking a shower and you thought about the possibilities of him getting murdered; you sure were an over thinker.

You didn’t know why but your feet weren’t retreating from the room. The sane part of your brain was telling you to go and come back later. And yet you stood awkwardly straight in the middle of his room.

You didn’t know how it happened, you swear to god didn’t realise. But all of a sudden you were standing in front of the bathroom door. You were burning with warmth from head to toe and you could listen to your heart beat in your ear.

Placing one hand on the door and the other on the knob, you tried to think for a moment. But somehow, your brain couldn’t process anything, except Steve. You slowly turned the knob and the door creaked open.

If Steve asked you what you were doing, which he definitely was going to, you would answer that you were sleepwalking or maybe you were possessed by a horny ghost. You wondered which one was more plausible.

The sight which greeted you was better than any you had ever seen. Steve was standing with his broad back facing you, glistening under the trickling water droplets.

His muscled expanse was stretched out magnificently under the shower, the water making rivulets into the grooves of his chiseled back. He straightened visibly under your watchful eye as he became aware of your entrance.

You waited for his scolding as you nibbled your bottom lip. You waited for him to tell you how immoral and indecent this was. You waited for him to fire you on the spot.

But nothing came from his side except strained breaths. It was as if he was doing some physical exertion by standing ramrod straight. As he tensed, his back muscles flexed even more and you wanted nothing more than to lick up the water drops.

Your mouth had fallen open and you were already panting and his body wasn’t the only thing wet. Seeing that he was neither bursting with anger nor reprimanding you for your actions, you decided to let your eyes wander further.

Your body lit itself on fire the moment you eyed his sculpted glutes. It was definitely, undoubtedly America’s ass. God, the things you wanted to do to him and the things you’d let him do to you.

You looked up to see Steve had turned his head a little and was staring at you through the corner of his eye. Taking that as a hint, you walked further until you were inside the shower.

The water seeped through your clothes as you stood right behind Steve. You were so close that the only thing in front of your eyes was his broad back. Yet he didn’t turn to face you.

Your hand shivered despite the warm water as you touched his back. That simple contact passed an electric current through Steve and you could hear his audible gasp.

Keeping one hand on his back, you moved your dominant hand further onto his chest. After palming his abs for sometime, you snaked your hand further down.

But before you could reach your destination, a strong hand curled around your wrist, limiting your movements. “Don’t.” It was the first word he had said to you after the mission.

His voice was hoarse and deep and you wondered if it was possible for you to come just with his voice. “But what if I want to?” You really were possessed, because you definitely didn’t have this much confidence.

Unexpectedly, your defiance worked and he loosened his hold, though he didn’t remove his hand. When you finally touched his warm cock, which was standing hard proudly, you moaned and buried your face into his back.

“Fuck.” Steve cursed as you rubbed him. You had heard him cursing a few times before, but listening to it now just melted you into a puddle. You pressed your face further into his back as you kept palming him, his hand was still on your wrist as a reminder, though he wasn’t guiding your movements.

You wondered how he would fit inside you, as you were barely able to curl your hand around his massive length. One second you were jerking him off and the next you were pinned to the wall, facing him. You blinked rapidly to steady your senses.

The hand he had used to pull you forward was now held against the wall and you had placed the other on his chest. His entire body was blushing hard and his face was just as flustered as yours.

Steve placed his hand gently on your cheek, a stark contrast to his previous actions. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips as first but he didn’t go any further.

Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you stared at him in confusion. Noticing the question on his face, you realised he was asking for permission. Nodding your head rapidly, you replied with a breathy yes.

That’s all it took for him to smash his face into yours. His kiss wasn’t a perfect or a practiced one, but what he lacked in experience, he made it up with his passion and edge.

You were actually tongue fucking each other and you didn’t regret a moment. You were close to eating each other’s faces off when you finally parted.

You panted and arched your back, exposing your neck as he sucked down your jaw to your neck. Without giving you a moment to gather yourself, he tore your tank top right through the middle.

And the only thing your mushy brain capable of saying was, “Holy shit.” It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. The way his arms flexed as he tore the fabric made you gush.

He discarded the now useless tank top carelessly on the floor and bent down to suck your nipples. You were about to go to sleep and thus weren’t wearing any bra. You let out an unholy moan at the sensation and the sight of him suckling you.

You carded your hands through his hair only for him to take your hands and pin them back to the wall. “Oh Steve.” As you moaned his name, he looked up at you through his lustrous blue eyes.

All of a sudden he let go of your hands and nipple and as you whimpered in dissatisfaction, he quickly tugged your pants down. He practically growled at the sight of you naked in front of him.

He placed his hands on your ass as he knead it while simultaneously kissing you stupid. He shifted his hands from your ass to your thighs and in one swift motion picked you up.

You hadn’t ever been picked up by anyone before and for once you were glad that Steve had taken the serum. He carried you out of the shower and into the room.

You were going to complain about how you were going to ruin the carpet with water when he all but gently threw you into the bed, face down.

You gathered yourself on your hands and knees just as he positioned himself behind you. Steve didn’t know what got into him when he saw your ass perched up in the air, but he went absolutely feral.

He wanted to talk and tell you things, but currently he was incapable of doing anything but devour you. He placed his huge palms on your ass and started kneading, but the thing he did next, took you by absolute surprise.

He spanked your ass, hard. At the contact you let out a loud surprised shriek. You had no idea captain America was a kinky little shit, not that you were complaining.

While you were turned on beyond your senses, Steve mistook your surprise for pain. He snapped out of whatever haze had taken over him, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You looked back at Steve with confusion. “God. No. Steve, you didn’t hurt me. I liked it.” You said with such shyness as if you hadn’t just given him a handjob moments ago.

“Do more.” You asked and he delivered. Steve understood that you wanted it rough, and who was he to deny. He spanked your ass thrice more, alternating the cheek, in quick succession, only to rub it gently later.

He kept up with the contrast of quick spanks and gentle kneads until you sobbed with wrecked pleasure and delightful pain.

When you came back from your blissful high, you realised Steve was pressing soft kisses to your back. You strained your neck at an odd angle and pulled Steve in for a kiss.

It was gentle and filled with adoration and love, a great disparity to what just happened. Steve was rutting against your ass as he deepened the kiss.

Parting from the kiss, he took hold of his cock and jerked it a few times before rubbing himself against your drenched folds. You were already so dripping that you didn’t need any extra stimulation.

Finally he pushed in the tip and you moaned like in heat at the sweet pressure. Gladly he gave you a moment before pushing slowly further, inch by inch.

No matter how wet, or in a sex haze you were, you both knew he wasn’t easy to take. All the while, Steve was muttering praises and soft words to you.

When he finally bottomed out, you both moaned out with pleasure. After giving you some time to adjust, he pulled back only to push back in with a measured but powerful thrust.

“Oh fuck!” Overcome with pleasure, you slapped a hand on the headboard to hold yourself steady while you clutched Steve’s ass with the other to hold him as close to you as possible.

He began with slow yet hard thrusts but soon he changed rhythm and started fucking you in earnest. The headboard rattled against the wall as Steve held your shoulder with one hand and supported you both with another placed firmly on the bed.

You had got a hundred dreams about Steve railing the shit out of you. But nothing matched the actual thing.

Steve experimentally wove his fingers through your hair and when you let out something between a moan and a demand for more, he clutched and pulled it tightly making your eyes roll back with euphoria.

“Stevveee, I... Stevie, I’m close,,... oh fuck!” The only thing you could do was moan wantonly and take everything Steve gave you.

Just as Steve felt your walls quivering, he pulled out. He groaned with frustration as you were so so close. But before you could formate any words, he flipped you around.

“I want to watch you as you come for me.” He said bending down to press a kiss. This time, he entered you in one swift motion.

Curling a hand around his neck, you held the head board with other as you arched into his touch. He was grunting loudly and his voice was having more effect than it should have on you.

You were close, so very close, but you needed more, something more. “Steve, choke me.” You whimpered. Steve faltered for a moment before realising what you had said.

When Steve placed his hand delicately on your throat, which you had exposed to him, you knew you were going to have the best orgasm of your life.

Steve squeezed your throat, and at that very second, you orgasmed like never before. Your toes curled and legs shook uncontrollably as you babbled nonsense.

You felt as if you saw the deepest crevices of the universe and snorted the most powerful drug as white pleasure enveloped you.

Steve, in spite of his super soldier stamina, gave in to pleasure as your walls hugged him tight. With a shout, he came deep within you.

After the pleasure faded and the fatigue had set in, you both laid limply within a tangle of limbs and in each other’s embrace.

“Steve.” You croaked as he kept on prepping you with kisses. He only hummed in response. “I love you.” At that the kisses stopped.

You worried if this was the end of everything, but when you looked up in his eyes, you knew it was just the beginning. His eyes were filled with love.

“I love you too.” He smashed your lips once again and you responded just as enthusiastically. “I can’t think of living without you. You mean everything to me.

When I saw you in front of the gun, I was so scared. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to save you.” You caressed his face as you said, “But you did. And I know you always will Steve.”

“That I will.” You knew that Steve would keep you safe. You knew that in his warm embrace, nothing in this world would touch you.

“Steve, if you ever get mad at me, talk to me, scold me, give me on of your boring lectures if you want, but please don’t stop talking to me.”

“If ignoring you is going to lead to this, then I’ll probably give you the silent treatment.” He chuckled as you punched him playfully.

You couldn’t believe you were in love with this goof, or that he was just as in love with you.

[jae-canikeepyou]

| into you | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

word count: 7.7k+

summary: as the uni campus’ social butterfly, it’s a given you have a lot of friends, invited to almost all gatherings and all adore you. for the latter, jaehyun does too. he’s so into you and likes how you’re his happy place. or; jaehyun— an unsocial, often misunderstood person, finds his behaviour different with you and perhaps wants to keep you for himself, not anyone else.

genre: fluff + elite!au

a/n: i’m back after a while since i’ve been so so busy! this is not proofread again and i’m sorry if there are any grammar mistakes down there :> this is not canon with “letting go” scenario in case there’s any similarities with the characters. hehe anyway i hope you all enjoy reading! ♡ ~j.

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seated at the front row in the amphitheatre-shaped lecture hall, jaehyun frustratingly put his hood back on to hide himself from those who were staring from all around. they were definitely whispering about him, hands by their lips to conceal their voices in case he heard them. he hated this much attention, all because he chose stay of out school and classes— and claimed that it didn’t interest him.

so did coming today.

but the point was his attendance for this class was on the line and his busybody parents were sick of receiving phone calls or mails that kept filling their boxes, all for the same reason; that their son could be expelled despite handing assignments.

he rolled his eyes at the heat creeping up his ears as the whispers grew louder. he slammed the thin granite table, causing everyone to flinch at the sound and his presence. “can i have some quiet?! i can hear you guys talking crap about me!” he turned around at the pairs of eyes, soon frozen like meerkats.

they ticked him off. he couldn’t stand being in the same room with people who repeatedly questioned his existence of being here. he knew that rumours were going around, that the ‘jeong jaehyun’ in high school got into an private elite university— it could be anywhere but never expected it‘d be this campus. it was written in the judgment of their faces.

“chill man,” a guy his age swung his lollipop with legs on the desk. “some are curious why you decided to show up today since first semester’s a week away from ending, while some even wonder why you got into such prestigious and elite university.”

jaehyun’s eyed him slowly from legs to head. “who are you supposed to be?” he snorted at the stranger.

“just a guy who wants to break the distraught you’re trying to start.” he kicked his legs off the desk and stood up on his suede shoes, showing off his pearly whites.

he looked at everyone whose eyes averted from the two of them. “our town’s a small neighbourhood, so everybody knows everybody. we know exactly who you are, jeong jaehyun.”

“excuse me?” he swirled his tongue that it was evident he was pissed. “careful what you accuse me of. you and i both know it’s not going to end well-”

“they’re near they’re near!” a voice echoed the hall, cutting jaehyun’s attempt to intimidate the young man any further.

and with that signal alone, jaehyun could see and observe ladies fixing their hair and make-up, while the guys gave fistbumps to those near them. he rolled his eyes at him returning the favour to them as the guy unbuttoned his collar. “what’s wrong with you?” jaehyun was utterly weirded out. “with everyone?”

the crimson-haired guy only gave a flirty grin with raised brows. “this happens everytime.“

the door swung open with the professor rushing in. the students swifted heads, it wasn’t the first time he ever was late. he was young and good-looking, and it was hard to believe he still a bachelor. he gestured someone at the door, then the held-in giggles and mumbles were soon replaced with whispers of awe, as you walked in carefully with a tower of binder folders halfly covering your view.

clearly the guys around him have been secretly admiring; some had the confidence of taking selfies even if you were far, while others took a picture with their eyes so you were marked in their memories. ladies flocked towards the flustered professor like little chicks and surrounded him.

and that’s when the comments started coming in.

“park seojoon is so hot.” “hey remember to use ‘professor’.” “i guess genes runs in the family.” “his sister is ethereal too.” “i see her weekly and y/n’s a goddess.” “y/n! are you coming to the party tonight?”

jaehyun knew who you were through social media and common friends. and he included himself part of the people who admire you. he also remembered because he bumped into you during orientation. he wouldn’t usually care about passerby’s and strangers and although that was a brief moment and short eye contact, something about you was hard to not forget. you had people and friends under a charming spell he couldn’t describe, and that was in a good way.

you tucked a strand behind your ear and became shy afterwards as they whistled and cheered towards your gesture, making you heat up a thousand degrees higher. you should be used to this but every time it happens, you were just as flustered as your brother.

jaehyun’s legs got up on its own and was surprised at himself for making his way to help you. he picked up the fallen binder files and scattered papers while the whiskers by your eyes creased up in shyness.

he hitched a breath realising that the clumsy you was adorable too.

“thank you.” a smile then appearing at the corners of your lips caused jaehyun to freeze for a while. yuta wouldn’t miss anyone’s reaction. he slid his chair close to jaehyun’s as the he came back, nudging his chair for him to give into your beauty.

“i know a person with heart eyes when i see one. now you understand why we’re whipped for y/n. isn’t she a babe- agh.” he held the back of his head from the smack.

“don’t call me that, nakamoto.” you hissed sharply with how confident and careless he could get, especially with people you weren’t familiar with. you looked at the guy in a black sweater and let out an embarrassed sigh. “i’m sorry about my annoying best friend. yuta tends to be chatty when he feels lonely.” you winked at him.

it was jaehyun’s turn to flash short chuckle, its faint sounds perked not only your ears, but yuta’s as well. “not a problem. i know a lonely person when i see one.” jaehyun emphasised through his gaze.

“i’m not lonely! i have y/n and my men!” he whined and turned towards you. “see what you did y/n?”

“it’s good to finally see you, jeong jaehyun.” you ignored yuta and brought out a hand for a greeting.

you pursed your lips to stifle a laugh, jaehyun’s ears quickly turned from pink to red. he gulped loudly and took your hand in his, eyebrows lifting at how you knew his name.

lost for words and you both locked eyes where he forgot to let your hands go. “we take the same course together? i know your name because you’re the only one missing from the class-” you said, shaking his hands to subtly let him know it had been a minute since your hands felt his vainey flesh.

“okay young lad that’s enough time holding my sister.” seojoon separated your hands and jaehyun snapped out of his admiration, inhaling quite stressfully with how stupid he looked. “get to your class y/n.”

“alright, i’ll see you at tea hour.” you waved at the boys.

“as long as you’re treating i’ll go.” yuta hummed in a monotonous voice, fixing his laces that went untied.

“i’m not talking to you dimwit.” you flicked his forehead, leading to your satisfaction of the nut-like sound from it. “jaehyun, because you missed yesterday’s class, prof assigned me to assist you, along with the other topics you’ve yet to cover. i’ll be expecting you at the café near campus.”

before you stepped out of the hall, yuta pulled your sweater, yanking you back. “are you going to taeyong’s party tonight? you never miss an event!”

you puckered your lips, pinching his cheeks that a cute gummy smile came out from it. “you know my rules. as long as you’re driving me home, i’ll go. see you later.”

jaehyun nodded yet was still in a daze. he realised what you said when yuta pushed him. “gross. don’t act as if we’re already close.”

“hm? was i really? i think it’s normal when you’re making a move on my best friend.” he brought out his laptop and typed his password.

i wasn’t. “whatever.”

and to say that jaehyun didn’t feel butterflies flying uncontrollably in his stomach would be an understatement. they made the intestine churn in ways he couldn’t imagine, and he himself wanted to deny that what he was feeling was just from the influence of others. but wouldn’t that mean his feelings were temporary? because if it were, he should perceive you an ordinary person.

yet here he was outside, still admiring you before he entered the café. he found it was amusing of how oblivious you were of his presence— you were too immersed into this assigned task by professor, but others found it funnier when jaehyun looked stupidly in-love and cowardly the lad looked, despite having the overall aura of a stuck-up.

as the sun’s rays brightened the city and the wind’s breeze made the trees leaves dance, only then had you raise your head to see jaehyun waving at you. ten minutes early, not bad for an actual first impression. “hey,” he greeted, making you smile with his low but gentle voice. “am i late?”

you took your bag from across and asked him to sit down. “no no. you’re just in time, it’s really nice to have an early bird around.”

his dimples deepened at the compliment. “how about the project? is it too late? you think i can still catch up?” jaehyun cleared his throat.

“that depends on your dedication. based on the record professor gets, you’ve been doing your tasks and homework quite diligently. he’s just worried about your habit of not attending his lectures might lead to procrastination when second semester starts.” you gave him a slice of cheesecake to eat. “he’s still teaching us another subject.”

“it’s quite the contrary.” he dove in for the dessert. “i don’t have the will to procrastinate at all.”

“then good.” you twisted the pen in your fingers. “let’s get started?”

for that span of two hours, how he wished it could be more. who knew you would have a lot of things in common with him? that time alone was not enough to talk about vinyl and jazz singers and pretty much everything that were overlooked by people. he brought up his favourite spots in the city and how they became a safe haven to escape the reality.

to cut the explaining short, his shell slowly started to open, bits and new things were showing. if you were surprised he was a good person, jaehyun himself couldn’t believe he was able to converse with people normally. being the awkward and shy type, doing this almost seemed impossible.

was it your magic that caused him to do so?

you learnt that jaehyun was rather special and by special it meant he had gifts that you believed were way beyond human limits. he never studied in a library, rewatched lectures or written his notes. and the professor mentioned how jaehyun received good grades in most of the things he submitted.

to be very honest, you were a little jealous. from how he was sitting in front of you, he didn’t seem to be interested but was definitely listening. and you sort of gave up in continuing anyway. “i don’t understand why i’m told i need to guide you when you’ve already caught up with everything.” you let out a soft chuckle that seemed more of a question.

“i was waiting for you to stop..” jaehyun said quite blatantly and stretched his arms and you were hurt because if he didn’t want to, he could’ve said so. heck, even more so, he shouldn’t have come here and wasted time-

“..because it looked like you were forced to do this by prof.” his smile then faded seeing you mirror the same. “are you alright? you’re a little pale..”

your eyes widened. “oh uh, sorry, i assumed-” you sputtered and probably died inside with what he said. you cursed in your mind. dammit y/n.

jaehyun raised his brows, making you more flustered and panicky. you sighed and waved your ‘its-nothing’ hand. “assumed that i’m brusque and a stuck-up?”

he pierced his eyes at you and you weren’t going to lie, he scared you a bit. but that fear immediately disappeared when a gentle giggle and adorable dimples replaced it. “i get that a lot, but don’t worry. i’m different from what people think. they think i’m not friendly, a-and a loner too.”

“you’re not.” he heard you counter him, slightly slamming the fork down. “if you were, you wouldn’t be here with me. or even bothered to come.”

his heart became warm through your words, that act of kindness torn down his walls of inferiority and his perception towards people changed. “thanks.” he checked the time on his watch and twisted his wrist to show to you. “don’t you have a party to attend to?”

“lee taeyong’s?” you stood up to leave the café. “i feel like skipping it for tonight. i’m not in the mood for parties somehow.”

“because i’m a better company for you?” jaehyun teased and boy was he proud with his remark, you didn’t even deny it. “you don’t have to go if you really don’t want to. it’s better to have time for yourself sometimes.”

“you’re saying from experience?” you asked, putting pressure on your words about his claim of being alone.

“it’s more of an advice for you.” he winked.

you thought he was quite observant even though he barely socialised with others. he noticed the light in your eyes sparkling, in which he felt his chest squeeze. you twirled in your toes as you hugged your laptop. “say.. are you up for a movie marathon?”

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including now, it’d be the fourth time you both have rewind the specific scene just for that certain song jaehyun kept singing nonstop. and although you loved his voice, having the song on replay would be a little too much and the purpose of the marathon might go in vain. it seemed jaehyun was way into it, so interrupting him would be mean of you so you sang along.

“the nostalgia still hits me ‘til this day.” jaehyun tossed a bag of chips from your kitchen island to you.

jaehyun kept saying it may sound stupid and corny coming from him, but as a child he liked the whole high school musical series; and he pretty much became one when breaking free started to play.

because you both couldn’t decide where to watch the beloved movies by everyone, the marathon ended up being at your apartment. it was subtle, yet quite obvious to you he didn’t want it to be held in his place. you thanked your psychology course for giving lessons to notice even the little things in behaviour.

“how many times do i have to keep telling you it’s okay to like it? not like anyone would tease you for it.” you giggled as you opened the bag and popped a couple of chips into your mouth.

“yeah sure, but i know you would.” he squinted his eyes for you to admit that that was your plan eventually.

“have i?” you singsonged, sipping on the large cola cup.

he pointed at the hairbrush you held and suddenly you bursted out in laughter since jaehyun was obviously— maybe a little— offended with how you mimicked him singing earlier. “okay you caught me.”

jaehyun felt his entire body heating up. still in denial about actually being into you, he took a challenge upon himself and scooted next to you. his arms slightly brushed and touched against yours. “you in for hsm 2?”

“well we are having a marathon, might as well go for camp rock later.” you shrugged and eyed him with a confirming gaze.

“uh-huh.. but i’m still a fan of the trilogy.” jaehyun stole the chips in your hands.

“now aren’t you cheeky.” you gasped at his playful behaviour, and you didn’t dislike it. perhaps you prefer this naught over yuta’s as it didn’t get into your nerves or have the urge to hit him because of the hyperness.

he sat deeper into the beanbag. “i’m comfortable in here. your house feels too homey.”

“so is it my fault that you’re in your comfort zone?” you stated, taking the bag of chips back into your arms.

“yes.” he protested with frequent waves of his palms. “you’re too kind and i might come here to visit often.”

“suit yourself.”

since he arrived here it had him wondering, why did he decide to show up today at campus when there was actually a pure human being like you? he just needed a person— just one— to knock onto his heart. yet with many people in his life trying to do the same thing, none held the correct key. and somehow,

it had to be you.

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you’ve lost count of the number of times jaehyun has been hanging at your crib since then. it became a normal routine but never have you been to his place. it was always yours and you didn’t mind that. though he did promise, you respected his decision.

you found out he could be little dorky and corny but that was the unique trait about him. like friends at kindergarten, you both were still at a get-to-know-each-other stage. so that day, he created a schedule where he would hang out with you on wednesdays and fridays, claiming that he didn’t want to be seen by others, e.g. mr. nobody with ms. golden girl.

however, since then, people close to you have been looking at you rather differently. it wasn’t because they sometimes see jaehyun following you around, they sensed a different aura from you. you could feel their piercing stares from all directions, as if you were the centerpiece of a watch. there was something a little different than usual.

and you tried to ignore this ominous feeling for now.

yuta shook his legs vigorously, in which was an unsightly act to see for someone on the soccer team. you could see him from afar with his hands by his lips, biting it as he waited for your arrival at the university’s sports ground. jaehyun jogged towards you with his bag slung diagonally across his torso. he poked your neck and as a person with severe tickle spots, that caught you off guard into a fight-me position to the doer.

“chill, it’s just me.” jaehyun had both of his hands up, whiskers appearing just by the sides of his nose.

“jaehyun!” you relaxed your limbs. “got a better way of greeting? i don’t like being surprised.” you pulled the hem of his sleeve, missing how he pursed his lips in glee when you both instantly became close, like it was overnight.

he let you grab him as you both walked towards where yuta was standing by the bleachers. “i’m sorry?” he giggled loud enough only for you to hear. “i thought i’d get a priceless reaction from you.”

you rolled your eyes that it almost hurt doing so. “be glad i have enough patience for you.”

“and i didn’t have enough patience last night!” yuta joined the conversation seeing you and jaehyun before him. “where have you been? you said you were coming to my place yesterda- why is he here?” he looked at him then at you. “with you? again?”

“ever thought that i want to have my own ‘me’ time for once?” you took off your cardigan and placed it on the bleachers. you could feel jaehyun chuckling softly when you made reference to his remark.

and boy was he proud. “you’re emphasising on that quite often nowadays.” he helped you carry your bag as you to settled down.

“that’s because i never realised how true it actually is until i say it out loud, since being in everyone’s eyes does pressure me.” you balled your fists to nudge him lightly on the arm, and for him to dramatically receive the attack did put yuta in an awkward position.

“uh hello? i’m still here!” in front of you and jaehyun, yuta snapped his fingers several times to divert attention. “what’s going on with you two? how are you both suddenly so close when you’ve just met for the first time two weeks ago?”

jaehyun swifted his head towards you, and the telepathic exchange of words between you and him had yuta clicking his tongue in disbelief. “you were right, he will react.” jaehyun’s voice prolonged while munching on a corn dog.

“told you so.” you flicked your hair and turned to yuta as you continued talking. “bestie, we’ve been seeing each other since then.”

what the hell? the way yuta’s face turn sour at your smile towards jaehyun, he could almost faint right then and there since he swore he saw mr. dimples smile subtly at you too. “and with just that i’ve been replaced-”

“no i would never replace my best friend.” you held his palms hoping he would calm down from his high emotions, but he immediately pulled his hand away from you, much to your dismay. “hey, i’m here to make amends-”

“yeah?” he clicked on a pen and wrote something on a tissue, soon grabbing your bag from the seat and fished out your wallet. “then you’re treating me my meals for a month. i have another order right now.”

now it was your turn whose face became sour. “a month?! i can’t do that- hey!”

yuta tossed your credit card up in the air and upon seeing his eyes darken— though that was all in your head—you gave in and sighed heavily. you stomped your way to the caféteria while yuta comfortably put one leg on the benches with a satisfied grin. “man she’s easy to tease.”

“is that so? then i know now who she gets it from.” jaehyun said through his chews on his food, making yuta’s ears perk up at the response.

the atmosphere lingering between the two of them invited dark clouds. both could sense the change in their moods, and they both weren’t liking it.

yuta spun and played the ball on his hands then forearms, later let out a scoff when jaehyun raised his brows. he didn’t like the vibe jaehyun was giving and so did the latter. “i do it for fun. it’s natural between us.” yuta said.

“hm? she told me she doesn’t like it when you do.” he saw you on your tiptoes as you struggled to tell the order to the person at the high-levelled counter. but another scoff came out from yuta. “you got a proble-?”

“yeah kinda.”

“i don’t think so. i can tell it really bothers you when y/n hangs out with me.” jaehyun sat up straight at yuta’s comment about him.

“i should be. because i’m her best friend and who knows what type of person you are.” he did a few tricks with his legs. “but if you really want to know then your attitude is what i have problems with.”

“i remember telling you it wouldn’t be good for you when accuse me wrongly.”

he let out a monotonous and rather mocking laugh, taking jaehyun aback but he anticipated this kind of response from him. “and what? you’ll go berserk like you did years ago? as a high school freshman? beating the innocent up or whoever comes your way?”

“look i don’t know where the hell that came from but it’s not what you or everyone else thinks.” jaehyun aggressively crumpled the hotdog wrapper in his palms.

“c’mon you don’t have to hold it all in,” yuta set his ball aside and rested his hands on his waist. jaehyun was getting uncomfortable the more he listened to him. “unleash that side-”

jaehyun rolled his tongue, nodding his head to test him. “alright, i guess i don’t have to when i have feelings for y/n. thanks for the advice.”

what the..? yuta stared at him when there wasn’t a change in his expression. jerk- “now you’re talking. you wanna fight? let’s do that-”

“tsk yuta! the bill’s too expensive!” you whined and gently put down the tray.

while yuta clicked his tongue at your sudden entry and with how quickly you came back, for a moment jaehyun wanted to hug you for being his saviour. he was so close to lose his temper towards your best friend. the relief seen in his tensed shoulders, but you interpreted it otherwise. “are you okay?” you asked while you sat down beside him.

he hummed, folding his arms and looking at the distance, clearly avoiding eye contact with yuta. “mhm, i just realised the deadline is coming up in three days.” he excused.

you managed to utter out a giggle as you finally ate, finding out how jaehyun’s ears always turned red when given attention to. “you’re stressed about it?”

“aren’t you?” jaehyun drank the remains of his soda.

“not really since i finished mine. but, if you’re worried about your progress, i can help you.” you swirled the fork in the air like a wand. jaehyun smiled to himself when yuta took his ball to throw a fit.

“i’m not worried about the project. but there’s an annoying bug i’m trying to hit so help me.” jaehyun’s dimples appeared deeply again and as the darkening ombré sunset shoned his side profile, there you witnessed how pure he actually was— and you missed out on yuta’s frown towards jaehyun.

you gulped and almost choked on your own saliva, eyes still locked in jaehyun’s. his hair caught in the wind, making it look fluffy and his entire demeanour softer than you usually see him. you hitched a breath since jaehyun seemed like he had no plans to avert his gaze too. both of you were definely mesmerised and hypnotised, and for jaehyun it was just like that time. he remembered the colour palette of your makeup while you recalled the perfume he wore.

in the recent marathons with him you’ve never been this close, physically speaking. so this close-up really debunked the impression you heard from people, especially from yuta.

however, as you were oblivious with the pressure behind jaehyun’s words and even smiled back at him, yuta flicked your temple. he was indeed a worry wart and sometimes he would like to flick you just this once for being too much of a social butterfly. he knew it was in your nature to be kind and always on the look out for others. he’s fine when you were with anyone except with this guy you befriended. not him.

he dodged your flying limbs in attempts to hit him. “oi, you’re not going to ask how i am? if i’m worried?”

the pain from the flick remained on your temple. “no? you look fine to me-” you stared at your phone. the message reminding you of the singles elite party a month from today at 8pm. “a party?”

“yeah if you attended the previous party you’d know that there’ll be another one after taeyong’s.” yuta took off his shoes in change for his casual.

“hm. i’m don’t feel like going.” you jumped off the bleachers to dust off your pants. “probably gonna be boring.”

“i’m the one who’s holding it this time!” yuta put you under a headlock in his arms. “you’re ditching your best friend?!”

you giggled and ticked his sides and followed it with a playful hug. “just kidding. i heard from momo! i’ll be there.” you brushed your hair up into a messy bun while spotting jaehyun starting to feel out of place. “oh! do you wanna come to the party, jae?”

yuta mentally facepalmed and it was given he didn’t like what you did. but your eyes were quick to see his reaction and you slapped his chest. he glared at you while his hands caressed it. why did you have to invite him? it was the whole purpose why he decided to hold a party; maybe you’d finally appreciate his hardwork, or perhaps, notice him as someone more and as not a best friend who only worries and teases you.

jaehyun nodded in response, no words needed. a smile crept your lips as if you were given chocolates on valentine’s. “cool.” you pulled him on the wrist after hearing the coach calling yuta, followed with a loud whistle. “ah yuta, we‘ll get going! see you.”

“mm yeah..” yuta hummed, seeing you both vanish in the distance. “see you..”

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your sulking self laid sideways by jaehyun’s lap, head rested on a pillow. it’s been too long since yuta avoided you, purposely ditched your hangouts, seenzoned your messages and ignored your calls. as if these weren’t obvious enough for you to know something was up. there definitely was but you couldn’t put a finger to it. so you forced jaehyun to let you stay at his place, being it your apartment was currently invaded by your brother’s friends from abroad.

but honestly it was also because you discovered jaehyun’s unit was blocks away from yours. fate was gladly on your side.

“y/n, you know i can’t work properly when you’re like this.” jaehyun sighed while he adjusted his sitting posture and lifting his laptop.

you slightly and lazily your body turned upright, seeing his dimples beginning to show themselves. “let me be.” you complained.

jaehyun put down his laptop. “i can’t. you’re in my way of cramming hours. plus, how long have you been coming here? it’s getting too frequent..” he paused when your eyes were no longer on him— rather they were on your phone, staring at the last conversation from yuta.

he couldn’t bring himself to say that he was reason why yuta acting the way he was to you. and for all honesty he would keep this matter to himself. “did i do something wrong?” you asked.

“of course not. he’s probably in his emo phase. guys have them a lot more than you think.” jaehyun typed on the keyboard for the remaining parts of the essay. “but he’ll get out of it eventually.”

“fine i’ll trust on that.” you sat up and scooted over to see his progress. you submitted your assignment hours ago. looking at jaehyun, it seemed he was struggling at some parts. were you unconsciously pressuring him? the beads of sweat began to roll down his temples and that made you giggle if it was the case. uh-huh. he was really feeling that way.

he gulped so loudly that it came out as a weird noise. he hoped you didn’t hear that. but the way you pursed your lips to hold the laughter in only had him discontinuing his report. “d-don’t do that.”

“do what?” you snicker.

jaehyun rolled his eyes and poked your forehead. “you’re too distracting.”

oh how the tables have turned. that comment flipped your head upside down, your heart in a frenzy and stomach churning. it wasn’t “so”, but “too”— that only meant he wasn’t concentrating on his work for a while.

even so, you waited for him to finish despite questionable feelings you’ve been feeling. his coffee cup already did seconds and thirds. and suddenly you remembered the happy hour the local café was promoting and there was a few minutes left until it ends for the day. you had to bring him there.

but you decided that because you wanted to be out of that suffocating air jaehyun caused.

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the more you walked faster, the more jaehyun’s wrist reddened and hurt. but he let you be as he liked how you were comfortable with someone like him. your hair flowed with the wind, the remains of your shampoo left a sweet scent. was it lavender? and the wind blew stronger, making the scent clearer to the nose. his heart skipped beats, because it was indeed lavender. he swore in his head. scrap aside the frequent marathons and meet-ups. lavender’s all the more reason why fell for you quickly than ever.

and when the local café closed early for the day, you almost lost sight of the pedestrian signs. jaehyun pulled you in as the light emitted red. though you had your emotions get the best of you, you realised how childish you were for something so minor. you laughed in awkwardness, he did too. “i didn’t want anyone to see this side-”

warmth. that was all you thought of right there. you were in his embrace.

“..of me.” you soon mumbled in his chest, realising later of the action he just did. “jaehyun-”

“it’s okay. i don’t too.” his hand gently caressed the back of your head, treating it with care as if he held a newborn baby. “so can i keep you?”

that warmth became hotter, almost boiling that you weren’t able to breathe properly. “i’m sorry.” he said, that must’ve surprised you.” jaehyun chuckled.

surprised? of course you were. how was it natural for him to do skinship? and that smoothly? you both weren’t at that stage yet, let alone have a relationship with mutual feelings. even yuta couldn’t hug you because of how conscious you felt.

but then again, you looked up. you saw his ears. it was red, the usual reaction whenever you were with him. was it normal though? you were never aware of it up until now.

because it was so clear now.

“i’ll see you tomorrow? i have to help my mom with some things.” you lied as you scratched your neck.

jaehyun nodded and pulled away. “alright, go on ahead.”

you poked his dimples because he has been staring at you like he had questions to ask. “what is it?”

maybe he didn’t notice or maybe he did, but he was leaning closer, his head tilting to the side and eyes staring into your soul. you knew what he was about to do, you feel like letting him do so but at the same time you weren’t sure of your feelings.  

just a little more and you could’ve locked lips but..

your phone vibrated.

in panic you looked at your device and eyes widened that brought jaehyun aback.

“ah yuta!” you brought your phone so close to your face, not believing your best friend’s announcement on social media, in which he then followed up with a text message.

the light in your eyes was something jaehyun liked seeing, but didn’t so as well.

“oh! he said the concept for the elites’ party is live wardrobe. all singles will go through a ballot draw. it’s for the clothes to wear for the night..” you locked your phone. “tsk i wanted to wear my favourite dress.”

“i think you’ll look great in whatever gown is chosen for you.” jaehyun pat your head while you were immersed in your phone. “now go. it’s getting late.”

“i’ll expect the same for you.” you replied.

he laughed and that didn’t want to make you leave just yet. “nah don’t. i’m just ordinary in a suit.”

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funny how he was so damn wrong.

fate let him draw red, and confidently chose a suit once it was his turn to change. it was as if he knew this attire would go well with him. a suede texture with a black outline on its collar accentuated his brushed up light brown hair, while his black under-shirt contrasted with his porcelain skin. gladly it wasn’t halloween, or else you would’ve mistaken him for a vampire.

he had you feeling all sorts of things, and you didn’t know why when you were nothing more than friends.

an hour ago he was in his usual casual wear. now he was surrounded with ladies who already seemed like they were friends with him for decades. you could see jaehyun was uncomfortable but he kept his cool with folded arms as he leaned against a column. the comments from them irritated you, because at one point they were badmouthing him— and the second he showed up they flooded him with compliments of his good looks and how they named him the “model elite”.

you swirled the wine glass in your hand, the other arm hugged your waist. you rolled your eyes at the falseness these people have towards him. “can’t believe it.” your fingers curled as irritation began to cover your sight. “look at them trying to make a move on him. erlgh too close. they weren’t like that before.”

sicheng rolled his tongue, hands in pockets and walked to be in front of you. “really? you weren’t like that before too.” he pointed out.

“i agree. recently you’re stuck like glue whenever you’re with him.” yuta gestured.

“am so not?” you gasped while your eyes trailed to jaehyun, who was still had patience for the ladies surrounding him. “i just like how he’s a good friend.”

“doubt it.” sicheng poked your cheek. “you wouldn’t feel like this when you have feeli-”

not this again. “i’m grabbing a drink.” yuta suddenly cut the conversation.

“get me one too!” the younger one yelled and after he was satisfied with the gesture, he winced as you pinched his sides from the remark he said earlier. “ow! y/n! it’s true though! i know what i’m seeing!”

truthfully, nothing about sicheng’s words or actions bothered you. but if there was anything that did, it was your own heart. as of tonight, you began to question your feelings towards jaehyun. when did it start? how was it possible to like someone so quickly? “i’m telling you i don’t.” your eyes trailed to him, not realising the rush of heat creeping your cheeks.

jaehyun was approached by yuta, who was giving him a glass of beer. the ladies fled after stealing pictures of the guy and he took the drink in his hands. then they headed towards the garden of the mansion. wonder what he’s here for?

“nice party you have here. concept’s cool.” jaehyun started to break the lingering silence because he knew how awkward this was going to be with your best friend.

“yeah, never knew you’d end up in red. it’s y/n’s favourite colour.” yuta’s voice lowered. there was an impact jaehyun could describe but assuming that would be too rude of him.

“really? i didn’t know.” he hummed. aren’t you a little too happy, jaehyun told himself. he shook it off, for he doesn’t expect him and you to go any further than this.

“now you do. so can you back up for a while? take a week off or something from y/n.” yuta raised his brows.

this was the same feeling from before. he knew this feeling because he felt the exact same way. he wanted to be selfish for once. not like he hated yuta, it was just.. he always had to appear whenever he didn’t want him to. then he would mess his mood. he interrupted his joy of admiring you. jaehyun licked his lips to dampen them. “i’m sorry, who are you to tell me what to do?”

yuta grinned and leaned against the column as he mirrored jaehyun. “don’t you get it?” he asked, his tone rising. “i love y/n. you entering the picture just ruins everything.”

my hunch’s correct. he does love y/n. “if you love her you wouldn’t ignore her.”

“it’s because you’re with her! and she does the same to me! it’s like she’s found someone else-”

“you’re being dramatic.” jaehyun pushed himself off the column and turned to him. “y/n’s sad and moping around because you treated her like she’s all alone. you have no idea how much she waited for you to contact her.”

“what do you know, smartass? you’re just another guy trying to fit in when you know you couldn’t. no matter how much you tried, everyone’s afraid of you. and now you’re telling me you have feelings for y/n? please.” his lips jutted with sounds of disbelief while his body posture challenged jaehyun. “y/n’s kind to everyone she meets. it’s who she is. but to think you have hope to be with someone like her? if you ask me, all i see is a greatest mismatch.”

jaehyun usually didn’t give a damn of the comments about him. he couldn’t care less of any of those. in fact he’d hear them through one ear and out they went. but when he said anything, it irked him.

you see, that was the thing— right now, he actually listened.

he turned a blind eye on yuta’s words and let it off for the night. he was given a drink and maybe the alcohol didn’t work its way on him than it did to guy. in the end, yuta was probably spilling tea even if he didn’t intend to.

“what i feel for y/n has nothing to do with you. just like people can’t control the tides,” jaehyun lightly knocked onto yuta’s chest. “i can’t control mine.”

the footsteps echoed in yuta’s ears, he could hear them despite the noisy hall. “rghhh!” he grabbed hold of his glass and threw it towards jaehyun.

sounds of shattering glass met the ground, as well as catching everyone’s attention. then there was silence. jaehyun began to lose his patience as he turned around. his smirk challenged him. ouch. this was the fight yuta was looking for, seeing jaehyun’s heavy breaths only made him stand on his toes.

jaehyun punched him in the jaw though he knew it wasn’t worth his time. but he wanted to give him a taste of stepping beyond boundaries. yuta punched him back too. he made sure the star of the night was the other— shone the brightest and reveal his true nature. he didn’t count the number of hits he received, as long as jaehyun stayed that way.

“i told you it wouldn’t be good if you provoked me!” jaehyun growled. “you’re asking for show? i’ll give you one!”

“huh..” yuta wiped his bleeding lip. “you sure about that, beast?”

jaehyun held himself for the next punch, feeling all of the pairs of eyes on him. yours included. that was what he feared. “aw. what impression does she have on you now?” yuta’s cooing words caused jaehyun’s eyes to soften.

all bleeding and bruised, jaehyun’s injuries have matched with his suit. he clenched his fists as he frustratingly left the hall.

in your peripheral, your eyes trailed his direction and your legs followed him by heart, without realising yuta calling out your name several times. everything went blank, not thinking things straight because while everyone watched, no one understood. you glared at yuta before heading outside, a more disappointed sigh was the only response he got from you.

yuta was then nudged by sicheng. the latter could see the change in his expression. “what did i tell you?”

“you don’t have to tell me.” yuta dusted his pants.

“i’m still gonna.” sicheng rolled his eyes and poked the lad’s temple. “that’s what you call ‘stupidity’. if only you confessed to her before maybe things would be different between you guys.”

“i don’t want things to be different dude.”

“i’m gonna state the obvious, you probably already know this but.. you lost this battle.”

“crap..” yuta’s voice changed from a nervous chuckle to a soft sob. “i liked her first.”

you spotted jaehyun sitting atop a metal barrier just in front of the carpark— head down to mend his injuries and scratches. he sniffed from the cool night breeze before hopping off. “you’ll hurt your feet.” he pointed at the heels you had dangling in your hands.

his gaze softened when you pointed at his face, especially the black eye. “touché.” he chuckled, later feeling your cold hands against his throbbing flesh. “it’s no big deal-”

“i’m sorry about yuta’s behaviour.” you sighed. “don’t let it get into you. he’s an airhead when he’s drunk-”

“you sure? he seemed pretty sober when he said- ah.” he pursed his lips to speak any further. “nevermind.”

now that gotten you curious. “what did he say? spill it!” you whined, causing jaehyun mouth to curve a little in amusement.

jaehyun prolonged the silence and grabbed your shoes, leading you towards his car. once he unlocked it and opened the door, he bursted out in a loud, healthy laugh. “he said he was head over heels for you.”

you pushed him to the driver’s seat and slammed the door, rolling your eyes at the pun. “that was so lame!” you sat on the other side. “but i know that already if you thought i didn’t. i subtly turned him down ages ago. guess he didn��t take the message.”

“clearly.”

as you tended to his wounds, one question still had your curiosity at its peak. jaehyun was quiet through-out, so it was hard to bring the topic up for a while. until your eyes and his met.

“what did you tell him before he threw the glass at you?” you dabbed the cotton onto the beaten area. “it must’ve pissed him.”

he dropped his car keys and let out a nervous hum. “uh..” he didn’t know what else to say. right when he was finally about to tell you, you suddenly giggled.

“unless you told him you like me and that made him angry, but i doubt that happened.” your lips shrank to a circle, cursing at yourself for assuming too much. girl the guts you have was incomparable—

jaehyun’s large hand held yours while you continued to apply medication. the warmth, the heat and the building tension of skinship made you weak. “you’re right.”

your smile and breaths changed in an instant when he fixed himself on the seat. he smirked a little, finding how cute you were. it drove him crazy.

“i like you, for the longest time, since the orientation. i’m so into you that i couldn’t help myself be selfish and have you to myself— i- i don’t know what i’m saying.” he sighed, pushing himself away in embarrassment with arms above his face.

“t-thanks.” you fiddled with your fingers.

“i’m not asking for an answer. i just wanted to let you know.” he said. “gosh this is a bad timing for confession.”

“then is it a bad timing if i said i’m into you too?” you looked away and out in the distance. you could see his reaction on the window’s reflection. he was shocked, but an uncontrollable smile was forcing itself on the surface. it was written in the dimples.

“no,” his husky voice called you to look back. “you’re just about right.”

[soramei]

Intentional - Part 6

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.5k

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A/N: hehe my mistake, i forgot to queue up this update and by the time i realized it was too late so i'm posting this a day late ^^

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The man froze in his tracks after entering the room and catching you laying on the couch with Bang Chan on top, practically devouring you. He looked scarred, to be frank, as he quickly snapped back to reality and bolted out the door in less than a second. As he made his grand escape, you forcefully pushed Bang Chan off of you. He swore under his breath before tripping out the door, trying to follow the man who had just caught you.

You sat up, head in your hands. This was exactly what you were scared of. What you worried so much about a few nights back. What Bang Chan reassured you of not happening.

You feel panic set in as you thought of the worst case scenario. Yup. You were going to get fired for sure. And the news will go to the public, resulting in Bang Chan also losing his job. You would then have to move back with your parents, and everybody will have the same look of shame and pity whenever they see you.

This wasn’t good. You stood up to make your own inconspicuous escape, but it seemed like Bang Chan beat you to the door.

“That was Jisung,” Bang Chan said. He entered, making sure to lean against the door just in case anybody else wanted to intrude.

The name and the face clicked in your mind. He was part of Stray Kids as well as Bang Chan’s coworker. You recognized him more commonly as Han, as his name has come up in a lot of the work you’ve been sent.

“What did he say?” you asked skeptically. Worry was setting in.

“Don’t worry, he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. I trust him.”

How were you supposed to believe that? You’ve never even spoken to this man in your life, and now you were supposed to put the future of your career in his hands?

“But I don’t, Chan. I’ve never even met this guy in real life before. How can I trust that he won’t tell one of your other group members?” You heard your voice get louder with every word.

“I had a talk with him just now, Y/n, you can trust him. Out of everybody in this company, he’s the least likely to tell just anybody — even one of our members.” He paused, “don’t you trust me, Y/n?”

You were speechless. Your trust in him was completely different from your trust in Jisung, and you were sure he knew that. Obviously you trusted Bang Chan, but you didn’t know the extent that his group members would go to for a secret. Especially one that could have an effect on their careers as well.

“You can’t just ask me that, and you know it,” you sneered. “You know what? It’s my fault. I was too careless. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait, Y/n-”

You didn’t even let him finish before stomping out the door, making sure to check your surroundings for anybody that could catch you before heading back up to your cubicle. You felt the heat of your cheeks the whole elevator ride.

You were on edge for the rest of the day. When Manager Chen asked to see you in her office, you were so startled that you quite literally jumped from your seat. You were sure somebody had informed her of what happened, but it turned out that she just wanted to rearrange the usual Friday meeting.

Because of the filming tomorrow, the project meeting had to be arranged for next week. Which you were fine with, of course, since you did not want to face all your managers in one place after what had just happened.

Throughout the rest of the day, you started to feel more and more guilty for how you reacted at lunch. As your mind cleared, you realized how rash you were with your decision making and how you only thought about yourself. You also thought about how rude it was to talk about Jisung like that, especially in front of Bang Chan — who cared a lot about the boy.

Logging off your email for the day, the thought of Bang Chan still lingered bitterly in your mind. You wished to apologize for your harsh behaviour, so you started to make your way over to his producing room.

However, you hadn’t even made it on the elevator before you were stopped.

“Hey, uhm — you might not recognize me, but I’m the guy from earlier. Han Jisung.”

He was standing politely behind you, hands folded together behind him.

“Hello, I still remember. You know, from earlier,” you awkwardly breathed out a laugh. You didn’t know what to say or why he was here.

“Hyung told me I could find you here and that I should apologize.” He took his hands out from behind him. “He also said that this might help.”

In his hand was a bottle of mango juice. Your heart warmed at the thought of Bang Chan still caring for you, despite you being such a jerk earlier.

“Anyways,” he continued, “I’m sorry for barging in like that and leaving so suddenly. I should’ve knocked or something before coming in, but Chan-hyung is somebody I’m very close to. I would never jeopardize him in any way.”

Hearing him apologize made you realize how little thinking you had done. Jisung regularly worked with Bang Chan, so of course he would just enter the room without knocking.

“Thanks for your apology, but I should be apologizing. I was the one being reckless. You did nothing wrong, Jisung. I trust that you wouldn’t tell anybody of this.”

“Thanks,” he said as the both of you entered the elevator.

The both of you stood in silence for a bit before he started again.

“So, Chan hyung huh.” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, he’s the best looking one out of all of us… after me of course.”

“Oh my god.” You blushed, head in your hands as he kept elbowing you.

“But, Y/n.” He got all serious again. His serious-playful demeanor was giving you whiplash. “You know what you’re doing is dangerous, right? Not only for him, but also for you. I love our fans, but there are some that have taken it too far before. I just want the two of you to be safe.”

“Thanks Jisung,” you started, “for that and for keeping this secret.”

“Of course, any ‘friend’ of Hyung's is a friend of mine.” He winked, causing you to heat up from embarrassment again.

The elevator reached Jisung’s floor, and he got out.

“Oh, also, I think you should call Chan hyung. He’s been pretty down this whole afternoon, and even my natural charisma couldn’t cheer him up.”

You thanked him for the last time before the elevator doors closed, promising him that you would contact Bang Chan.

And you did — as soon as you were alone in the elevator.

One ring. Two rings. A third.

“Hello?” He sounded out of breath.

“Chan?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

Crap, he sounded annoyed.

“Uhm, can we meet up somewhere? I-I wanted to talk to you.”

There was a slight pause.

“I’m at the gym right now. We could meet at the playground by the river in an hour.”

“Ok.” You hung up after that. It was a weird phone call. From his voice alone, you could obviously tell something was bugging him. You knew you were that something.

Grabbing a quick bite at a nearby convenience store, you started your journey to the playground. It wasn’t too far of a walk, but you decided to go earlier since it was already starting to get dark.

You hoped Bang Chan wasn’t in too much of a bad mood, especially after your conversation with Jisung. Honestly, you weren’t too excited to apologize. Not because you didn’t feel bad, but because of his cold and monotone voice through the phone. You didn’t want to admit it — especially because you had just met this man a few weeks ago — but you were scared of his possible rejection. It terrified you.

Breathing into your hands for warmth, you finally saw the playground up ahead. It was near the river, but covered by trees. You now understood why Bang Chan picked this place.

It was empty, as you assumed no child would want to play tag on a cold and dark evening. You sat on a swing, mindlessly swinging up and down whilst staring at the upcoming moon. The sound of crickets chirping combined with the cool autumn breeze almost brought you to serenity, but the thought of confronting Bang Chan grounded you back to earth.

You turned your head at the sound of panting. Bang Chan had jogged here. The ends of his hair were damp with sweat, stuck to his forehead. You wanted to call him crazy, as the only thing he wore was a sleeveless tank top and a pair of shorts on a cold autumn night.

He made his way to the swings.

“Hey,” he said, hopping on to the swing beside you. He was still out of breath from jogging.

“Hey,” you paused for a few seconds to think of what to say. “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I wasn’t thinking. I know you care about your job as well, and it was selfish of me to walk out on you. I’m also sorry for talking about Jisung like that. I met him this afternoon and he seemed like a good guy. And if there’s anything else I missed, I’m sorry for that too.”

You looked up at Bang Chan with puppy eyes, hoping that he would understand. He looked back at you.

“I accept your apology, Y/n. And look, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been so reckless, especially at the office. I knew that anybody could have walked in, and I was careless. We were lucky this time, but next time we might not be.”

“Next time?” Your eyes brightened.

“Y/n,” he got up, “I’m scared. I’m scared that I feel this way about you after only a few weeks. I’m terrified of losing my job, my coworkers, and friends. But Y/n, I just want you. I’m laying all my cards out on the table. This is how I feel, what about you?”

That was a lot to take in. Your grip tightened on the swing.

“Chan, everything you just said, I feel the same way. Everything about this scares me, but I just want you. Only you.”

You got up and wrapped your arms around him. You felt the cold sweat of his arms against your skin, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be near him.

He wrapped his arms around you in return, digging his nose into your neck. You felt his damp hair against your skin.

“Chan, you’re all sweaty,” you teased, pushing his head away.

“I don’t care.” His words came out muffled against your neck as he dug his nose further.

“I feel like a kid being in a playground.” You scanned the empty playground, reminiscing on your childhood.

“Would a kid do this?”

Bang Chan, with his fingers on your chin, turned his head to kiss you so deep you thought you were going faint. You returned the kiss, hands gripping hard on to the sides of his tank. It seemed like the two of you were in your own little world.

“You should go. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day,” Bang Chan said after eventually breaking the kiss.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, trying to stall for time. You knew that the both of you should get going.

Eventually, after quite a while, you left for home. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. A very cute and dimple-y weight.

That evening, you packed all your necessities for the overnight shoot tomorrow, and fell asleep with high hopes for the next day. You were excited to see all your — along with the production team’s — efforts come to fruition.

The next morning, you woke up early and energized. You double checked that everything was ready before heading out to the JYPE building.

Manager Chen had informed you of which van you would be riding in to the set. Although she wasn’t in the vehicle with you, you had the opportunity to chat amongst some other very interesting members in the production crew.

After a few hours of driving, your van — along with the others — arrived. You helped the production crew set up as much as you could, as you were told the boys already started filming their drive to the set. Whilst waiting for the boys to come, you socialized around with both the production crew and Manager Chen.

Soon, after chatting for a bit, you saw the long awaited van pull up to the set. The boys got out, one by one, each holding their own little video cameras.

Bang Chan got out last. He looked amazing, really. With his hair and makeup done and his outfit styled, he was almost like a different person. You’ve never seen him without black on, but this was a surprisingly refreshing look.

It was chaos. With every boy at their peak energy, there was never a boring moment on set. It was clear that everybody — even the quieter ones — had established nice dynamics within the group. You watched them in awe, with Manager Chen telling you the behind happenings every now and then.

You found it so hard to hold in your laughter as the boys attempted to make mooncakes. It reminded you of your childhood; when you used to do the same with your mother.

As Bang Chan read off the script which you helped with, you felt a certain sense of pride in your heart. You smiled at him as he expressed himself to the camera.

It was dinner time for the boys, so that meant dinner for you and the crew as well. You followed the production team to a noodle restaurant. It was a small and cute, grandma-grandpa owned place. The menu, however, was huge.

“Y/n, this is Manager Jung,” Manager Chen said. She directed your gaze to a guy who looked in his late twenties. You instantly recognized him as the manager that drove you home on your first day of work.

“We’ve met before,” he said.

“You have?” Manager Chen was surprised.

“We have, but it’s nice to meet you under better circumstances,” you blushed. You hoped that you didn’t leave too bad of a first impression with him.

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’ve only heard good things about you from Manager Chen,” he said. “Actually, we were just discussing the sleeping arrangements for tonight.”

“Yes, we’ve managed to book a place that has enough rooms for everybody to sleep alone. They’re not the best of rooms, but this was the best we could do with our budget,” Manager Chen said.

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded. You were fully expecting to share a room with five other women.

You had a happy evening, eating and chatting before getting back to work. You watched as the boys carried out every production order to a tee, all the while keeping up their high energy even late into the night.

You helped the production crew with setting up fireworks for their next segment. Even the act of setting up got you excited as you haven’t seen fireworks in so long. Especially in a new country.

The rest of the filming went smooth, with the end slate following the last firework of the evening. You watched as the boys all lined up in a straight line to thank the production and camera crew. Bang Chan’s eyes landed right on yours. You smiled. He smiled back.

The boys were then ushered by Manager Jung into their own hostel, and you followed the crew to your room. The room was lit by a small incandescent light bulb. It was a small room with nothing but a mat for the floor, a small blanket, and a pillow. Though, to be fair, you weren’t expecting much.

You laid out the mat and blanket, washed up, and was about to call it in when you received a text from Bang Chan.

Bang Chan: You looked cute today.

You blushed, not aware that Bang Chan had even seen you during the day. He looked so busy with filming the whole time that you hadn’t even made eye contact. You smiled and returned the text.

Y/n: You too ^^

And with that, you peacefully fell asleep.

You had a tranquil dream; with only clouds, and sunshine, and… Manager Jung?

“Y/n!” he called.

Your dream clone hopped over to him to say hello.

“Y/n!” He called again. He looked worried. “Y/n!”

You suddenly jolted awake.

“Y/n! Hurry, get out!” He was coughing, holding the hem of his shirt up to his face.

You looked at him. His silhouette was clouded by smoke. You looked up.

The light bulb hanging from was burning and emitting a smoke of some kind. You gasped in shock, instantly regretting it as you breathed in a large amount of the smoke.

Manager Jung was already running outside at this point, and you quickly ran after him. Along the way you tried to hold your breath, but with every inhale you took in, a cloud of smoke followed. You coughed and kept running.

It seemed as if you were the last person out, as everybody staying at the hostel had already evacuated. Manager Chen was standing outside, a look of worry on her face.

“Y/n, are you okay?” She ran over to you.

“Yes,” you coughed. You still felt the smoke in your throat. “What happened?”

“The light bulb in your room caught on fire,” Manager Jung intervened. “Manager Chen was still awake when she smelled the smoke, and she evacuated everybody inside. Everybody woke up except you, Y/n.”

“Is everybody else okay?” you asked. You could hear how hoarse your voice sounded.

“Everybody else is alright. For some reason, the fuse shortage was only isolated to your room,” Manager Chen replied.

It was unfortunate that, out of all the rooms, the broken light bulb was in yours. However, you were glad that everybody else was safe. You were also thankful that Manager Jung woke you up in time, leaving you with only a sore throat.

“Hyung!”

You whipped your head to the direction of the voice. Bang Chan was sprinting across the dirt path in your direction. His hair was disheveled and his t-shirt wrinkled. Behind him was Jisung, dashing over so fast that he somehow managed to match Bang Chan’s pace. Jisung threw his hand, catching the back of Bang Chan’s shirt, pulling him back. Jisung then said some incoherent words to Bang Chan, which seemed to have slowed him down. Bang Chan took a couple deep breaths before waiting for his other members and walking over to you and the crew.

“What happened? Is everybody okay?” Bang Chan asked, concerned. He glanced at you before facing Manager Jung again.

“Everybody is fine,” Manager Jung reassured him. “There was a problem with the light bulb in a crew member’s room, but everybody has evacuated now. You and the boys don’t need to worry. Just go back to your rooms as you have a long day tomorrow.”

“Whose room was it?” Bang Chan asked, ignoring everything Manager Jung had just told him.

Manager Jung hesitated before pointing at you. Upon realization, Bang Chan jerked forward, only to be stopped by Jisung again. He gave Bang Chan a look.

“I’m okay,” you coughed out. It was hard to not sound so hoarse when you had just been breathing in smoke for god knows how long.

Bang Chan gave a deadpan look to Manager Jung.

“We have extra rooms where we’re staying, maybe Y/n can stay with us?” he asked.

“That is unnecessary, I will let Y/n use my room and I will stay with you. I’m sure Y/n would be on board,” Manager Jung said. He looked over to you, and you nodded in agreement.

“I guess that would work,” Bang Chan hesitantly said, “but what if this happens again with another room?”

“I’m sure that won’t-”

“Manager Jung!” Manager Chen interrupted, waving her hands whilst running over. “A member of our production crew took a look at the fuse box connected to Y/n’s room, and it seems like somebody tampered with the wires on purpose.”

[queen--of--maggots]

Did the SPK know that Near killed Mikami?

Matsuda stated at the end of the manga that Near might have killed Mikami with the Death Note. There are several hints that this is the case and barely anything, which speaks against it. If you are interested, check out the analyses by casuistor and mikami about this topic.

Let’s just say he did it. Killing Mikami is something Near could have done without involving the SPK. This raises the question, were they aware of it or not? Considering their behavior, they knew it. But before I come to this, I’ll start with the arguments which speak against it. There are two legit reasons why he wouldn’t have involved them.

First, they could have moral concerns and, in the worst case, stop the cooperation with Near. This is not very likely, though. Near would have chosen people who value the results over the means. It is clear from the beginning that solely clinging to the law will be impossible if he follows in L’s footsteps. Therefore, surrounding himself with people who have a problem with illegal actions seems contra-productive. We can also see in canon this was not an issue. Halle and Rester abducted Misa. They even admitted that they would have used the force of arms if she would have been uncooperative. They didn’t protest either when Near wanted to imprison Light in a private facility. (Near has the same right to do this, you have the right to kidnap someone and held them captive. None.) Also, Near’s defeat would mean they are all going to die. This and the fact that Mikami would face an execution anyway if convicted probably help to overlook the immorality of sacrificing his life. Morals in general are a good thing, but are they worth dying for? I guess moral concerns can be ruled out.

The second reason is the risk, which comes with involving more people. The more people know about the plan, the higher is the chance of someone slipping information, accidentally or not. If the Task Force finds out what Near has done, they would most likely quit their cooperation. It would also give Light the opportunity to make it look like a complot against him since Near could have used the Death Note and the manipulation ability to fake the evidence he needs. So this argument is legit. But wait. It is legit for Halle and Rester. Gevanni on the other hand... Gevanni was the one who made the fake Death Note. It is physical pretty much impossible to duplicate the book exactly in one day since it does not only involve writing names but copying the book itself. (I wrote something about the topic here.) The best he could possibly have done is a mediocre copy, which wouldn’t fool Mikami. Also, Gevanni must have been aware that Mikami would probably test the Death Note before going to the warehouse. He observed him for weeks and knew him well. Unless Gevanni is incredibly stupid, he can only come to the conclusion that Near’s plan is doomed to fail. So, informing him about the manipulation is less risky. Otherwise, facing potential death could make Gevanni’s behavior unpredictable, and Near doesn’t need something like this endangering his plan.

What about Rester and Halle? Rester helped with the Death Note copy, but it is unclear how much he knew about Mikami. Keeping certain information restricted to certain people is a better strategy than telling everyone everything, especially after the incident with the spy. Therefore, it is likely that Rester only had basic information about him. If this is enough to figure out that Mikami won’t fall for this trick can’t be said with certainty. What can be said is that Rester’s behavior in the warehouse indicates that he knew it too, regardless. The way Rester and the SPK in general handled Mikami is wrong on so many levels, which can’t be a coincidence. Let take a look at the mistakes.

After Mikami tried to kill them a minute ago, Gevanni and Rester handcuff him, but with his arms in front of his body.

While handcuffs in front of your body restrain the movement of your arms, you still have a good range and mobility with them. If you handle a potentially dangerous person, which applies to Mikami, you put their arms on the back first before handcuffing them. This makes the arms almost useless.

They do not search his long coat for Death Note pages or other weapons, like a knife, nor do they check outside for something like this. (His briefcase is still outside. It could contain a weapon or real Death Note pages.) Up to Kiyomi’s abduction, Mikami only showed Gevanni what he and Light wanted him to see. How can the SPK be sure that Light’s plan did not involve a plan B in case something goes wrong? How do they know that Mikami did not come up with a plan B on his own after realizing he lead Gevanni to the Death Note? Maybe it is not very likely that Mikami prepared a trap or that he had something in his coat, but how can they be sure without checking? They can’t. This situation could decide between life and death. Searching his coat and outside takes a few minutes, death is permanent.

They do not force Mikami in a position, which would give them more time to react in case he does something, neither do they force him to hold his hands in a position where they are visible. Mikami is standing for the most part. This is the worst possible position. It allows him to charge at someone or make a run for the door, giving the SPK almost no time to react. Usually (if the handcuffs are on the back), he should have been forced to lie on his stomach. Or, since it is not possible with the hands in front of him, they should at least have made him sit in a way, which allows seeing his hands at any time.

Rester doesn’t aim his gun at Mikami. In fact, he put it back into his holster. The only one with a gun is Gevanni, who doesn’t pay attention to Mikami.

If Mikami would do something, Rester and Halle have to draw their guns first, unlock them, aim, and shoot. Gevanni has to turn around, aim and shoot (if his gun is unlocked). This, plus the few seconds they need to realize what is going on, would take way too long in this situation.

When Mikami gets angry at Light, no one tries to intervene. Look at his face, look at his anger.

How do they know his aggression won’t result in an attack? He is potentially still dangerous. Yet they let him yell at Light without trying to calm him down or stop him otherwise, like threatening him with a gun, for example.

Now the biggest mistake, no one is paying attention to Mikami. Gevanni stands behind Near and only watches Light. After handcuffing him, Rester is the responsible one. He stays close at first, and it looks like he’s holding onto Mikami’s coat. Shortly after, he is only standing behind him, later he moves a bit away, and when Light tries to write their names down, he goes to Near, leaving Mikami completely unattended. (Why though? Standing close to Near won’t save him.) After Light is lying on the floor, Rester stays with Near instead of returning to Mikami.

During the whole time, even when he is still close to Mikami, Rester seems to be focused on Light. If Mikami wanted to do anything, the lack of attention would give him the opportunity.

Halle is just a bystander throughout the whole scene. But she would most likely notice the mistakes and point them out if she was unaware of Near's deeds. I mean, her life depends on it. She doesn’t do this, though, and like the other, it looks like she is only focused on Light.

The SPK members are ex-FBI and CIA agents. They are experienced in what they are doing and should know very well how to deal with dangerous people. All the mistakes cannot simply be explained as rookie mistakes. Unless they got suddenly struck hard by pure incompetence, it is more than likely that Rester, Gevanni, and Halle were aware that Mikami is now harmless. And the only way this is possible is that Near told them he used the Death Note.

I also want to give you some speculations about the possible consequences of the careless handling if Mikami’s was not manipulated.

First of all, his arrest pushed Mikami into a corner. Most people would experience some degree of panic in this situation. In this state, actions aren’t always logical. Relying on assumptions about what he is going to do would be insanely stupid. No one can predict his behavior here and exclude, for example, the possibility that if he is going to die anyway, he decides to take someone with him.

However, in the manga, he doesn’t seem to be in a complete state of panic, which allows him to think rationally about his options. While doing anything in Mikami’s position is risky, he has nothing to lose anymore. If he dies now or if he is executed later, the result is the same. But ensuring Light’s survival is also Mikami’s best chance of getting out of this.

I already mentioned it. In the best-case scenario, Mikami could have hidden Death Note pages in his coat. The SPK never checked this, and Mikami is also allowed to switches positions freely. He stands mostly, but shortly after he was arrested, he kneels on the ground. Then he stands up again, and after his outburst, he sits down. Partially, his body is hunched over.

This, the position of the handcuffs and the general lack of attention are perfect. If he kneels on the ground and bows his upper body down, he could write on a page while his head, hair, and coat obscuring his actions. As long as he moves slowly, without drawing attention, he could write all names on a page before anyone notices it.

Even without a page, Mikami still has options. During Near’s explanation about the fake Death Note, he realizes that he made a mistake and that Light was still able to kill Kiyomi, which means he had access to a Death Note page. Extrapolating from this fact that Light, even now, most likely has at least a piece of a page with him isn’t that difficult, and Mikami is intelligent. Now everything Light needs is time to write the names down. I would estimate he needs about one minute for the writing plus 40 seconds until everyone is dead, so roughly 1.5 to 2 minutes. Mikami could buy him the time. Everything he has to do is distracting everyone. Keep in mind, Mikami’s actions won’t necessarily ensure his own survival, but a, let’s say, 20% chance to survive is still better than 0%. Plus, his actions could at least save Kira and with him Mikami’s ideals of justice. Of course, this won’t work anymore when Light already lies bleeding on the ground, but there was plenty of time before that.

Mikami isn’t far away from the door, about one tile, which equals roughly 2 m, using Rester as measurement (see side note below regarding the positions). Two meters are two big steps, that’s it. The door opens sideways, which could slow him down slightly, but he still should be able to get outside. Running away would most likely cause some distraction. I assume Rester and Gevanni would follow him. The other ones stay behind. I could also see that Matsuda or Aizawa start an argument about the careless behavior of the SPK causing this in the first place. Some time would certainly pass until everyone calms down.

Another option is attacking someone. Near or Halle would be the best options, but Halle is too far away and Near sits in Gevanni’s line of fire. The next best option is probably Gevanni since he appears to be less muscular than Rester. Gevanni stands between Mikami and Near but slightly behind them. Mikami could try to tackle him to the ground. The best possible outcome would be that Gevanni drops his gun within Mikami’s reach while falling. Being armed would surely draw all attention toward him.

Mikami could also try to grab Gevanni after he fell and use him as a shield in case the gun is out of reach. If he manages to put his arms over Gevanni’s head, Mikami could possibly use the handcuffs to strangulate him. Potential injuries from the sudden fall and the oxygen deficit could make it harder for Gevanni to fight back (He had most likely combat training, which would give him otherwise an advantage). A human shield would prevent the others from shooting Mikami immediately since they don’t want to hit Gevanni. If Gevanni can fight back, staying close to him could still have the same effect. Ultimately, even if Mikami is too slow and gets shot, ending up injured or dead, Light would still get a bit of time to write due to the distraction.

With this being said, two questions still remain. First, if the mistakes are so obvious, why did the Task Force not intervene? They have good reasons not to do so. Mogi and Aizawa were on Near’s site. They trusted him to have a plan here. The way the SPK handled Mikami could have been part of it. Maybe Near wanted to provoke a certain reaction from Light or Mikami. They don’t know. Since interference could be problematic, Mogi and Aizawa wouldn’t do anything as long as it looks like Near is in control of the situation. Matsuda tried to stop Mikami from writing down names at the very beginning just to be threatened at gunpoint by the SPK.

Being put in his place once should be enough not to try it a second time and leave matters to the SPK. Ide either trusted Near as well or witnessing the reaction to Matsuda’s interference was enough to stay quiet, maybe both.

The second question is about Near’s intentions behind involving the SPK. As I said earlier, this comes with a risk. My best guess is based on their behavior. They are all focused on Light which makes sense. Mikami isn’t a threat here if manipulated Light is. If Near never informed Rester and Halle about Mikami’s condition (I assume it is necessary to inform Gevanni), they would have become wasted resources. Rester, who was responsible for Mikami in the warehouse, would only have an eye on him. Maybe Halle would switch her attention between Light and Mikami. But since Light is highly intelligent and could have a backup plan, it is better if all three SPK members observe him instead of only 1.5.

Overall, it seems very likely that the SPK knew about Near manipulating and therefore killing Mikami with the Death Note. Because otherwise, it would mean they are all incompetent, which is something I find hard to imagine. Near wouldn’t have chosen people who don’t know how to do their job properly, right?

Also, I think the alleged reckless behavior of the SPK adds further evidence to Matsuda’s theory.

Side note: Obata was very inconsistent while drawing Near’s and Mikami’s position in the warehouse. Near doesn’t move at all, and Mikami stays in one spot after he was handcuffed, yet the panels show them teleporting all over the place. You can see this here:

The panels are in chronological order. I did not include all panels, which show them. The distances between Near and Mikami change, as well as the distance between them and the door/wall. Also, the relative positions to each other vary a lot. Sometimes Mikami is slightly in front of Near, sometimes Near is in front of Mikami, sometimes they are at the same height.

The most realistic positions for them based on how often they were draw this way are:

Mikami: close to the door since he didn’t walk very far away from it (about 1 tile, 1 tile = ~ 2 m)

Near: about 1.5 tiles away from Mikami, which equals about 2.5 tiles away from the door

Both are more or less at the same height. Gevanni stands between but slightly behind them and closer to Near. Maybe he moves around a bit.

Even if the drawing shows otherwise, these are the positions I was referring to.

[nah-she-didnt]

Betrayal

Not another one shot about how James is simp nation!!!! 

----

James was on cloud nine. 

He felt taller than usual, strutting beside Lily as they finished their first round together as Head Boy and Girl. It was Lily’s turn to set the schedule, and to his surprise she had paired them together not once but twice this week. 

When he had asked why she paired them together twice she played it off as a strategic decision. “I want to set an example. I want all those Death-Eaters-in-training to know that we’re not taking any of their shit this year.” He’d nodded solemnly, trying to keep his face straight. He couldn’t help but hope that she just wanted to spend time with him. 

“Alright, let’s check the dungeons one more time, then I think we’re good for the night,” Lily said with conviction. James agreed. He wasn’t about to argue with her, spending time together under any circumstances, even in the depressing dungeons, was his best case scenario. 

“You’re quiet tonight,” Lily said, narrowing her eyes at him, “unusually quiet. Most days I can’t get you to shut up for five minutes.” 

James laughed. “Ah, Evans,” he placed a hand against his heart as if wounded, “you disappoint me! I’m really a very mature, principled man. You’ll realize that if you keep putting us together for rounds.” 

“Hmm” she hummed, “you’re right. Only a mature, principled man could have come up with the brilliant plan to sneak garroting gas to the entire Slytherin quidditch team last week.” 

James’ mouth fell open. “How did you know it was me?”

Lily grinned in his direction. “You just told me, idiot,” but she said the word with more affection than she had in the past. It made his heart skip a beat. 

“Well, you can’t blame me, can you? Talk about Death-Eaters-in-training.” 

Lily was silent for a moment. “No, I suppose I can’t blame you.” 

James stopped in his tracks. “Excuse me?” he said in a sing song voice, dramatically lifting his hand to cup his ear as if to enhance his hearing, “do my ears deceive me? Did you just condone rule breaking, Ms. Head Girl?” 

“Oh, pipe down,” Lily laughed, “like you said, they deserved it. And to tell you the truth you’ve impressed me tonight. You were on time, completely took the reins with those fourth years who were out of bed by the Astronomy Tower, and I didn’t have to say a word when we caught Benjy and Amelia snogging in that broom cupboard.” 

James felt his chest puff out in pride. “Blimey, I think that’s the biggest compliment you’ve ever given me.” 

Lily kept her gaze straight ahead as they approached the stairs. “Don’t push your luck, Potter. The shift’s not over.” Still, he couldn’t help but feel as if he were walking on air as they descended into the damp dungeons. 

They patrolled the first dungeon corridor for a few minutes, and when they felt satisfied that the coast was clear they moved toward the Slytherin common room. A disgusting scent filled their nostrils as they approached the dormitory. As they turned the corner James heard whispered voices and felt his heart sink. 

“Hand me that bucket, will you, Pete?”

“Get it yourself! It’s closer to you anyway.” 

“Quit being a brat, this is a team effort!”

“Oh no it’s not, I’m not putting my name on such a juvenile prank.” 

“Come on, Moony! This is brilliant! I saw it on a muggle tellyfission show once.” 

“Yes, but-” 

“Excuse me,” said Lily loudly. All three boys jumped and whirled around. Peter held a bucket full of what smelled like stink sap. Sirius had his wand raised and pointed towards the top of the door frame. Remus raised his hands in front of him as if to say he had nothing to do with the scene before them. 

“Really? You really had to choose tonight, when James and I were on duty, to prank the Slytherins?” 

Sirius recovered quickly, stowing his wand inside his robes. “Ah, Evans,” he said jovially, “you don’t seriously think we’d prank our dear friends in Slytherin, do you? Why, I just couldn’t live with myself if you thought I was the type to do such a thing.” 

“Then why is Pete holding a bucket of stink sap?”

“Because we were were cleaning up a spill!” Remus interjected, pushing Sirius out of the way, “some careless student must have dropped it right in front of the common room, and we decided to clean it for them.” 

Lily crossed her arms, but said nothing. Finally she stepped back and looked expectantly at James. “Well?” 

James stared at her. “Well what?”

Lily gestured to the guilty party. “You’ve been on a disciplinary roll tonight. Don’t let me get in your way. You’re Head Boy, they are rule breakers, do your worst.”

James laughed uneasily. “No, you aren’t serious-” 

“Dead serious! Come on, let’s see what you’ve got.” Lily looked stern, but a smile crept at the corners of her mouth. It was incredibly attractive. 

Sirius stepped forward, moving to throw an arm around James’ shoulders. “Silly Evans, James is one of us. He would never-” 

“Ten points from Gryffindor!” James blurted out before he could stop himself. 

Peter gasped. Remus let out a loud chuckle, then slapped a hand to his mouth to hide his glee. 

Sirius gaped at him. “Traitor!” 

“Is that all?” Lily smirked, “They could have covered some poor first year in stink sap by mistake, and all they get is 30 points off Gryffindor?” 

James rounded on his friends again. “And a night of detention!” 

“I called you brother!” Sirius shrieked, clutching at his heart at this betrayal. Remus’ shoulders shook with laughter in the background. 

“Excellent job. You really are more mature than I thought.” Lily, satisfied, gave the boys one last smug look. “Well gentlemen, I hope you’ll think twice about rule breaking now that there’s a new sheriff in town. I think that’ll do for tonight’s rounds, eh Potter? Ta boys!” And with that, she turned on her heel and marched back up the corridor. 

James felt dazed as he watched her walk away. She had said he did an excellent job. That he was more mature than she thought. That she had a deep burning passion for him - no, that had been his imagination. Beaming, James turned to share his victory with his friends. 

Instead, Sirius smacked him across the head. “Git! You sold us out!” 

James raised his hands in surrender. “Oh come on! She would have given you detention anyway! Think of this as a favor, you guys just made me look great in front of her.” 

“Oh, yes,” said Peter sarcastically, “that really takes away the sting of your treachery.” 

James rounded on Remus. “Moony! You’re a prefect! You know I had no choice, right?” 

Remus considered him for a moment, still trying to hide the smile that betrayed his utter delight with the situation. 

“Well... all I can say, mate, is that Lily has got you completely wrapped around her wand.” And he burst into laughter. 

The smile slid from James’ face. No. It couldn’t be...

Sirius started to laugh too. “Blimey, I didn’t think I’d ever see it. James Potter, a narc.” 

“I am NOT a narc!” James yelled, lunging at Sirius, who gracefully stepped out of his reach, “I knew exactly what I was doing.” 

“I’m sure you did, but you’re one hundred percent whipped, my friend.” 

Peter laughed now too, and soon all three boys were doubled over, howling in laughter at their friend’s predicament. James could only stand in silently, arms crossed defiantly across his chest, and wait for his friends to regain control over themselves. 

Finally, when their laughter subsided into badly-supressed giggles, James spoke. “Alright, say I am ‘whipped,’ what do you say lads? Do you think I have a shot with her?” 

His friends stared at him for a moment, shared a bemused look, then pushed past James towards the stairs out of the dungeons. 

“Oi! Wait up! Do I have a shot or not?”  

[mugi-chan]

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This scenario where you walk in on them doing something, it goes from sleeping, enjoying their hobby and or changing but honestly I don’t know if I wrote this right or good. 

Ace:

You wanted to show Ace a new card game you found

When got his room you knocked really fast 

You didn’t hear Ace to tell you to wait and you opened the door 

There you saw Ace shirtless going to put on his Jersey 

“Ohmygoodnessimsosorrybye!” 

You quickly slam the door and turned away 

Your face was so red you could feel your ear burn up 

Ace didn’t know what just happened but shrugged

He put on his jersey and open the door seeing you on the floor mumbling while hiding your face

“Oi are you just going to lay on the floor or what?” 

He gave you nudge with his feet as you just groaned on the floor 

Aight so this is how we gonna be 

“Did you at least like what you saw?” 

You swung your arms around trying to punch Ace 

Ace laughed and helped you up 

“Come on i’m going to be late for practice” 

Deuce:

Ah Star sending even has ended 

Deuce was changing back into his regular clothes 

You brought him some snacks for a job well done! 

You were two excited and forgot to knock

When you barged in while Deuce removed his jacket 

His back was faced towards you so his back was completely expose 

A small blush was formed you want to give him privacy but 

His back and shoulders were so expose 

You want to poke his back 

So what did you do?

You snuck up to him and poked his back

“Hey deuce” 

He literally whipped around and grabbed your  hand 

His grip was deathly

Once he noticed it was you he quickly let go and spewed out 1000 apologies 

He gently rubbed your wrist to see if it hurts 

“What were you thinking (y/n)? I could’ve hurt you!” 

“I’m sorry but I brought snacks” 

There it is Deuces goofy smile 

After Deuce kissed the injury you two enjoyed the snacks you brought 

Deuce asked Trey to brought some ice for your wrist just in case there might be a bruise forming

Riddle:

“Oh I think Riddle is a little busy right now, but I think he would be okay if you vist him” 

That’s what Trey said, but he wasn’t being specific as he was busy himself

Hmmm okay little weird but okay, You walked to Riddle’s room

You heard little coes and aws from Riddle’s room 

A soft knock and you opened the door 

Revealing Riddle holding three hedgehogs in his hands 

“Riddle?” 

His face looked like a deer in the headlights 

He quickly put down the hedgehogs and shoo them to their cage

“Aghm, yes (y/n)?” You could see his face was turning red

“What were you doing?” 

“Nothing”

MHmmm sure, you walked towards him and he quickly move to hide the hedgehog cage

“Riddle, are you hiding something?” 

A quick no and he turned away from you 

You saw the hedgehog cage and huge smile formed on his face

“You got some cute hedgehogs” 

Oh there goes Riddle, red in the face and was stumbling over his own words 

Trey:

You came to the heartslabyul dorm late at night 

The last you heard of Trey he was saying he was busy helping the second years 

When you walked in you saw Trey fast asleep in the lounge 

I guess he was too tired to even make the trip back to his room 

A small smile was on your face as you walked close to Trey 

His face looked so peaceful when he’s sleeping 

You gently took his glasses off his face and set it down next to him 

Looking around you saw a blanket neatly folded close by 

You grabbed that draped it over his shoulder 

You sat right next to him copying the sleeping position Trey was sleeping in 

Kind of creepy but you just watched him sleep for a while 

You placed his glasses on top of your head just to be safe 

Sleeping taking over you fell asleep right next to Trey

Trey woke up after a couple minutes you falling a sleep 

Rubbing his eyes and immediately noticing his glasses weren’t on 

He looked around for his glasses and saw you sleeping so peacefully next to him 

‘I guess (y/n) did all of this’ 

He removed the blanket that was on him and place it over you 

Gently and quietly he picked you up and brought you back to his room 

Snuggling up with you he drifted back to sleep knowing your comfortable and with him

Cater:

Cater was playing on his guitar 

A nice sweet tune 

He had his headphones in listening to the music sheet so he knows what it sounds like

He didn’t hear you walk into his room

When you did you called out his name but you can hear the music he is play 

You didn’t want to disturb him so you just sat there and listen to him playing his tunes 

It was really nice hearing him relax 

As soon as he finished playing he saw movement next to him 

Turning around he saw you which scared the living soul out of him

“OMG (Y/N)?!” 

He almost dropped his guitar luckily he had the straps are attached 

“Sorry sorry! I didn’t want to disturb you playing your guitar!” 

You gave him a quick kiss on his diamond face mark

“That was a really nice song! What’s the name of it?” 

Cater told you the name of the song and continue to play it for you 

Walking in on him playing the guitar is probably the best thing you ever done

Leona:

You were use to walking in Leona taking a nap 

But this time it was different 

Cheka was visiting Leona and they decided to take a nap

Cheka was sleeping right on top of Leona

Ohmygoodnessthatissocute

You walked in seeing them sleeping together

You tried to grab your phone so quickly that you accidentally dropped it on the floor

You cursed under your breath as you grabbed it off the phone 

When you got up Leona had one of his eyes opened looking at you getting up

“Oh hey leona” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Nothing”

You two were whispering so to not to wake up Cheka 

He went back to his nap 

Perfect, time to take a picture of him and Cehka

When you do take a picture you stared at the picture for a really long time 

You cuddle up to Leona since you were also pretty tired

Ruggie:

Ruggie didn’t expect to fall asleep in the library 

It just sleep just came to him 

You were looking all around for him

Leona was no help since he was asleep when Ruggie left 

Jack was some sort of help as he knew that Ruggie was back at school 

You couldn’t find him anywhere at school so the only place he could be is at the library!

After walking for what felt like ages you made it to the library 

When you walked in you immediately saw Ruggie sleeping peacefully

Aww how cute! Ruggie has been working really hard recently, sometimes he just needs a break! 

You walked over to see his peaceful face

You tried to pull out your phone but Ruggie was already laughing 

“Shishishi what do you think your doing (y/n)” 

His mischievous smile was plastered all over his face as he had a long stretch 

“Aw come on your face was peaceful I wanted to take a pic of it!” 

You pouted as he ruffled your hair a bit 

“You going to have try better than that, the rats are better at sneaking than you” 

Ruggie gather his stuff and you and him left the library

Jack:

“Aww your so cute” 

That wasn’t aimed towards you 

If it wasn't for you then who? 

Panic that Jack is doing something irrational you entered the room 

A big sigh relief washed over you as it was just Jack cooing at his window

Why is he cooing the window? 

Trying to sneak up on Jack is impossible 

He quickly whipped around angry but softened when seeing you

A few seconds later he was embarrassed and was trying to hide something

“Jack, what were you cooing at?” 

“N-Nothing, it was nothing okay!” Jack pushed the thing further away

You caught a quick glimpse at the thing and it was a cute tiny cactus 

“Were you cooing at your cactus?” 

Now his face is even more flush 

He tried to deny it  but his tail was telling a different story 

His tail was waving like crazy he tried to stop it

but it was to late you saw it and now you were making fun of him 

After all the teasing Jack introduce you to all his little cactus albeit with a small blush on his face

Azul:

Crap Azul forgot to take his potion 

Jade and Floyd helped Azul to his Octopus pot 

But they completely forgot to tell you that Azul is having issues 

So when you walked to Azul’s room you were practically shocked at how disarray his room was

Azul was trying to brew a potion as fast as he can but hearing the door open made him spill almost everything 

Turning around he was horrified on who he saw  

He wasn't ready to show you his octa form and you know that

As soon as you confirm it was Azul you quickly turned around close your eyes and left the room 

Azul wanted to die right then and there

He hoped you didn’t see anything 

You saw some parts of Azul but not his full form 

You just sat outside his door sitting there not knowing what to do next 

Jade and Floyd came to check up on Azul and saw you sitting on the door 

Crap Azul is going to kill them for forgetting to tell you about Azul’s situation

“Azul are you okay?”

He didn’t answer any questions just quickly make his potion 

After a few minutes of no answer Azul opened the door back to his human form

His eyes softened seeing you on the floor waiting for him but glared at Jade and Floyd for their careless mistake

Well he doesn’t think it was an accident that the leech twins didn’t tell you 

They most likely wanted to see what would happen

Jade:

Jade was just finishing a shift in the mostro lounge 

And I guess you were too excited to spend time with Jade that you forgot to knock 

Jade just started to unbutton his shirt when you burst open the door 

He was use to Floyd barging into his room 

But you on the other hand was red in the face 

You tried to leave the room but in your panic you closed the door 

Making Jade turn to see who it is 

Seeing you all red and flustered something kind of snapped in him 

He loomed over you placing his hand underneath his chin

“Oya oya, it seems like a little prey has wander into a predator’s den” 

You kept trying to open the door but it seems like it was pull not a push 

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry I didn’t mean to barge in uhhh” 

You turned around trying to open the door 

BAM

Jade had kabedon you between him and the door 

“I really didn’t mean too” 

Jade’s lips ghosted over your ear 

“Are you sure?” 

Now your not sure

One arm next to your head and another arm wrapped around your waist 

His feral side was seeping out 

There was no way you were going to get out of this 

That was until Floyd knocked on the door 

“Heyyy Jade why is the door lock~?” 

Another time Jade another time

Floyd:

The music was so loud the whole dorm can hear it 

Floyd was dancing around the mostro lounge not caring what the world thought 

You walked into the mostro lounge seeing Floyd dancing around 

You smiled as you slide into one of the bar stools

Floyd just kept on dancing

When the music stopped Floyd just laughed to himself as he went over to pick a new song 

He noticed you sitting at the bar stool staring at him 

“Ahhh~! (y/n)-chan you saw me dance?” 

You just gave a sweet nod as you got off the bar stool to greet him

He pulled your face for a kiss

It was rough but it was sweet 

After breaking the kiss Floyd push play on the music and pulled to the mostro lounge

He laughed as he twirled you around 

You were getting dizzy and low key regretting walking in floyd dancing 

Floyd’s dancing is very sporadic and wild 

you don’t know what he’s going to do next as the music keeps picking up 

Jade and Azul were watching in sympathy as you were being tossed around like a ragdoll  

Floyd though was having the time of his life

It was just you, him, and music blasting in the back

RIP you and your stomach

Kalim:

Kalim was really focus on making this song 

He wanted it to be special! 

What kind of song was he trying to produce? 

A song for you of course! 

Jamil helped him by keeping him from telling you about it 

As Kalim is really bad at keeping secrets 

They had a plan in place, if Jamil, Cater, or Lilia sees you trying to find Kalim they would point you in the wrong direction 

Sadly, Jamil was busy getting ready for a basketball game, Lilia had to find Malleus as he has disappeared again, and Cater had to get ready for the unbirthday his dorm was hosting

So no know was going to stop from walking in on Kalim singing the song 

You were going to ask Kalim something but stopped when you heard him singing

As soon as you heard his voice you hid behind a pillar and listen to him 

Not wanting to disturb him and his concentration 

Your eyes widened when you heard him started to sing your name 

Was this Kalim and Jamil trying to hide from you? 

You sat there listening to it trying to process all of this in 

The door suddenly slammed open revealing Jamil who was sweaty from his practice

When he spotted you sitting behind the pillar he knew it was over 

You already knew about the secret 

Jamil just put his finger your mouth signalgly you to be quiet 

You nodded as Kalim was asking Jamil what's wrong 

Jamil lied to him saying nothing was wrong 

This was a little secret you will have to keep until Kalim finished his song

Jamil:

Finally his basketball game has ended 

He was sweaty, tired, and just wants to go back to the dorm 

Not even bothering to change out of his jersey he just dragged his feet back to the dorm

You and Kalim were so happy for Jamil and you two were talking about how Jamil did really good! 

Kalim said his good nights and went to bed 

Jamil didn’t even notice that he was holding your hand and dragging you to his room 

You tried to tell him that he was holding your hand but he kept dragging you

He only let go of your hand once he was in his room 

When he did let go of your hand you went off to go grab a cold towel for him

Jamil just flopped onto his bed and started to remove his jewelry 

Once he did he started to take off his jersey and threw it into his laundry basket 

When you got the cold towel for him you politely knocked at the door 

Jamil who was still out of the state he just said “come in” while he was changing 

When you walked in your face was so flushed you were trying to be coherent but sadly all came out was bunch incoherent words 

When Jamil finally turned around his face was flushed as well 

That definitely woke him up 

You two were trying to say apologies but in the span of three seconds no coherent word came out of anyone's mouth

You quickly just threw the cold tower to him and slammed the door behind you 

Jamil just took the towel 

grateful that you brought him a nice cold towel 

When he finally got change a small blush was still on his face

 and opening the door he saw you trying to calm down red beat face 

“Ah (y/n) I’m sorry that you saw that” 

“No it’s fine Jamil, I mean it’s not like I didn’t like it, I MEAN i mean…” You didn’t know what to say without making it weird 

Jamil just gave out his soothing laugh and wrapped his arm around your waist 

“I mean if you liked it you liked it” 

Oh my there goes your face, it was so red you couldn’t even speak

Vil:

Vil strictly tells you not to come to his room without permission 

It was mainly because he doesn’t want you to burst in when he was doing his makeup and messing him up

He was doing his skincare though so it should be fine 

Vil had his headphones plugged in listening to music while laying down on his bed

You softly knocked on the door waiting for an answer 

When you got no response you open the door 

You peaked inside you were scared out of your mind

It looked like there was a monster laying on Vil’s bed 

“Vil is that you?” 

Vil peaked open his eyes seeing your horrified face

“What do you want my Potato? 

You hopped onto Vil’s big comfy bed 

“I wanted to show you something” 

Vil raised an eyebrow as you excitedly showed him the thing you wanted to show him 

He was still wearing his face mask 

Although it made Vil look scary it didn’t deter you 

Once you finished showing him what you wanted to show he got off and whipped off the face mask

“Does it hurt when you remove it?” 

“Oh sweet potato, I would never buy peel off mask unless totally necessary” 

“Ohh okay that makes sense I guess”

Rook:

Rook always tells you not to come see him without permission as he there “something” he doesn’t want you to see 

You wanted to know what he was doing 

But you did respect his privacy so you didn’t push him to tell you

You wanted to surprise Rook with a present

When you didn’t hear any noise from Rook’s room so you thought he wasn’t in his room 

You cracked the door open peeking inside

Rook was sitting at his desk with his window open

What is rook doing and why is he staring out the window?

In close inspection you saw that he had a camera in his hand and was taking pictures

Looking out the window you couldn’t see what Rook was looking at but you can clearly tell it was something interesting 

You didn’t want to disturb rook and tried to quietly leave the room 

“I see you didn’t listen to my words mon amour” 

You froze in your tracks worried that Rook was mad at you 

He didn’t even look at you he was still staring at his camera

“I didn’t know you were in the room! I wanted to leave a present for you but..”

“But I was in here” 

“Yeah…” 

Rook put down and the camera and turned to face you 

He walked up to you and gently cupped your cheek 

“You should at least knock next time” 

“Okay…”

“Also don’t tell anyone what I was doing, promise?” 

“Promise”

Epel:

“Come on, come on” 

You were outside of Epels room listening through his door 

What was he doing? 

You peeked inside the room seeing epel doing push ups 

Epel always wanted to get stronger and lose his femininity appearance

Sadly Vil and Pomefiore wants him to keep his femininity and forbid him doing any work out inside the Pomefiore grounds 

Seeing Epel trying to do a push up and get strong made you feel sad

You want your boyfriend to be happy and seeing him being forbidden from achieving his dreams breaks your heart

Not wanting to disturb him you just watched him through the door and every time you saw someone from Pomefiore come by you would just quietly close the door and pretend you just left the room 

No one would question it but it may look odd 

But this one time when someone was walking by you closed the door hard causing Epel to hear the click 

Epel froze thinking someone from Pomefiore spotted him 

Quietly he opened the door peeking out he saw you chatting up Rook who was going to check up on Epel 

“Oh don’t worry he’s fine!” 

Rook just gave a short nod and left 

Epel quickly pulled you into his room 

“Did- Did you see what I was doing?”

You shyly nodded, you know Epel isn’t mad at you but more worried 

“Please don’t-”

“I won’t tell Vil or Rook promise”

Idia: 

Idia really regrets playing video games all night 

He felt really good during his first class then completely regrets it around lunch

When lunch finally came around he asked Ortho to bring his tablet around pretending he’s on

He dragged his feet back to his dorm without getting notice

Thank goodness no one would pay attention to a weird introvert like him

Or maybe they do because you were looking for him 

You could definitely tell that his tablet wasn’t on so this confused you

Well where could your introverted gamer boyfriend be? 

You looked everywhere in Ignihyde 

He wasn’t even in his own room! So where could he be?

Eventually you found him, you opened the lounge door to see Idia passed out on the couch 

This man really just fell asleep on the couch like it’s nothing 

You took off your school jacket and placed over Idia 

Normally placing something on Idia would make he wake up almost immediately 

But I guess this man played wayy to many games to even wake up 

Taking this as an opportunity you text Ortho where Idia is and sat down next to Idia and decided to take nap as well 

Ortho woke up Idia from his slumber telling him that he should do at least the right thing and bring you to his room to sleep comfortably! 

Idia was so confused until he looked over and saw your sleeping figure

He started to Panic as you looked so cute when you are sleeping and you were leaning on him 

Ortho helped him get you off of him without waking you up 

Omg (y/n) looks so cute pogU 

Sebek:

Sebek just finished from horseback riding club 

He just wanted to change out as quickly as he can 

Why? Well he’s in charge of watching Malleus-sama but Lilia just reported that he has went missing 

You were going to help Sebek look for him but since he was yelling at Silver about how could Lilia-sama lose Malleus-sama he didn’t hear you knock 

Silver was already changed out but Sebek took a little longer 

So you opened the door expecting Sebek to finish changing 

Instead you were met with Sebeks pale back 

Silver just looked at you and greeted you 

“Oh hello (y/n)”

Sebek turned around meeting your confused face

“HUMAN WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!” 

Both you and silver covered your ears over how loud Sebek is 

He turned to face you still shirtless 

Your face just went beet read and quickly muttered out apologies as you left the room

Sebek face was beet red when the door closed Silver was drigint to sleep and you were trying to contain your beet red face

When Sebek finished changing he came out to check on you 

Once he confirmed you were okay you, Sebek, and Silver went off to meet up with Lilia

Sebek’s face still had a small blush on his face while your face was still beet red. 

Silver:

Finding Silver is kind of hard 

Every Diasomnia member has told you a different place where silver may be at 

The only person who got somewhat close was Malleus 

He mention he saw Silver walk into the woods 

And he was right-ish 

Wandering around the woods you could not find Silver at all until you came across a clearing 

There you saw a masked figure with what looks like a sword doing very intricate movements 

You where behind a tree watching from afar 

Who is the strange masked figure?

When they stopped to take a break the masked figure took off their mask

Revealing their silver hair 

It was Silver, he was the masked figure

You sat there in awe as Silver greeted the small birds that flew to greet him 

A yawn escaped his lips as his sleepiness was starting to take over him 

He stepped forward almost tripping over himself 

“Ah watch out!” 

You revealed yourself from behind the tree trying to stop him from tripping

He didn’t trip but you revealed that you were watching him

“Hm (y/n)? What are you doing here?”

You realize what you just did and quickly try to explain what you were doing here

Before you could explain yourself more Silver laid down and fell asleep 

Oh no his sleepiness came back to him and now he’s asleep in the clearing 

That’s fine though you just met him on the floor and fell asleep next to him 

Lilia was watching from the distance in aw on how cute his son and his s/o was being

Lilia:

Diasomnia dorm is normally very quiet 

But when the Vice dorm head comes back from light music club it’s very loud 

Honestly the instrument he plays depends on his mood 

This time it was an electric guitar 

He was jamming out, blasting out songs he produce himself 

You didn’t even have to walk into diasomnia to hear Lilia jamming out

Walking closer to Lilia’s room the music got louder and louder to the point where you had to cover your ears 

You don’t even have to knock on his door as you know he’ll for sure not hear it

So walking in lilia just jumping around his room was adorable to see 

You just closed the door behind you and walked over to his desk

Quietly sitting down you just enjoyed the tiny concert you were presented with 

Once lilia got tired did you finally notice you 

my did that scare him a bit 

“My my (y/n) when did you get here?” 

“Oh for quite a while,  I think your music was a bit too loud to hear me come in”

“Ah I see, did you at least enjoy it?” 

You just smiled and nodded 

Lilia turned down the volume and sat infront of you, asking if you had any request for a specific song 

When you did he would see if he knew the specific song, and if he did he would play it on his electric guitar 

Finally some peace and quiet fall over the diasomnia dorm

Malleus:

Looking for Malleus can sometimes be tricky

He may be near Ramshackle dorm or in the forest or anywhere on campus! 

But luckily he was still in Diasomnia 

You wanted to spend time with Malleus since Sebek is sometimes a pain in the butt to deal with 

So when you heard that Malleus bodyguard was Silver you knew this was the perfect time to spend time with him!

No sebek getting in your way, Silver was most likely going to fall asleep, Lilia is doing who knows what

A little too excited you forgot to knock and barged into the door 

Luckily Malleus was just plucking at his violin in his pajamas

“Oh hello (y/n) how are you?” 

“I’m so sorry I totally forgot to knock!” 

“Ah don’t worry about it” 

He picked up his bow and did a small warm up before flipping through some music sheet 

“Do you want to sit and listen?” 

You just nod as you sat right next to him 

Listening to the little folk song that his people would play 

The nice little tune he played would feel like he was putting you under a spell 

Your eyes were starting to feel heavy 

Soon your body just slumped into Malleus shoulder

A small chuckle escaped Malleus lips as gently used magic to lift you to his bed 

Tucking you in and planting a small kiss on the lips 

Malleus continue to play the song till you fully fell asleep

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I hope you guys enjoyed this, I felt like i could’ve done better but I didn’t want to make this just you walking on them changing ya know? I wanted some verity in there, but idk if I did well on it. 

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You should You should do hubert x reader ;);)););)

I should and I will! Hope you enjoy it~!

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“Every day you make my job of protecting Lady Edelgard harder.” You were beyond certain that Hubert hated you. The other day, you had been chatting with Edelgard about nothing in particular, enjoying each other’s company. It had been going well, you made her laugh, she made you laugh, you were friends interacting like friends do. Apparently, though, Hubert took issue with this. “Hubert, you do know you may just approach me, you know.” From the way Edelgard said it you could tell Hubert had been hiding in the shadows for much longer than you were aware of his being there. You can hear his groaning as he steps out of the shadows. “Lady Edelgard, there is news regarding... Empire politics. Do check the letters in your dormitory when you can.” His voice didn’t have the same consistency to it, it almost felt... Strained? Hesitant? You couldn’t pinpoint the emotion but it was clearly not normal. “Thank you, Hubert. Would you like to stay for a moment? I’m sure (Y/n) would have no qualms about you joining us.” You could still remember how teasing her tone was when she said it. It was like she wanted you to blush in front of him. “Ahh, thank you, but no, I cannot accept your offer.” Once again, it didn’t feel right when he said that. Well, the refusal of the offer wasn’t surprising, but his manner of refusing just felt... Off. This was part of why you were so certain he hated you. He took his leave after saying that, though he seemingly didn’t wander far- as soon as you walked out you heard his voice. “(Y/n).” It was the same darkness he used speaking to the new professor. “May I have a word?” Part of you thought this was absolutely when he was going to kill you, but that pesky crush you had made it impossible to refuse. “I would appreciate it if you would refrain from further interaction with Lady Edelgard.” “Huh-?” His finger shot up to silence you. “You have been a persistent nuisance in my duties. Therefore, it would be appropriate of you to stop engaging with her, lest more extreme measures become necessary.” Obviously, you tried to pipe up again to ask about what it was you were doing that made his life so hard, but he simply shushed you again before saying the words that have been floating through your mind all week. “Every day you make my job of protecting Lady Edelgard harder. Cease your commune with her. Immediately.” He left after saying that, leaving you no other thoughts besides ‘Hubert hates me’ as you made your way back to your room. Apparently, these thoughts have begun impacting your training. “What is keeping you so distracted, (Y/n)? You’ve never been this careless!” You weren’t supposed to be socializing with her... But this was training, talking to Edelgard with a sword in your hand was totally different. “Hubert talked to me after that day in the greenhouse.” Her eyes encourage you to continue. “He told me that I’ve been... Making his job harder, making interacting with you harder, I don’t know, you know how hard it is to understand what he actually means when he says things, but I think- I think he just... Doesn’t like having me around, I think he wants me as far as possible... Do you know what he meant?” Amusement briefly flickers in Edelgard’s eyes. “I’ll talk to him. I’m sure it’s all a misunderstanding, he’s not the best at expressing himself, as I’m sure you know.” She chuckles softly. “Go wait in your quarters, I’ll send him to clear things up.”

You’ve been sitting in your quarters for twenty minutes now, and there’s still been no sign of Hubert. Did Edelgard forget? No, that can’t be it... Did Hubert not listen to her? That almost feels more unrealistic... Just as your mind starts exploring the worst case scenario, you hear a knock on your door. Upon opening it, you see the most bizarre expression on Hubert’s face. “(Y/n). Lady Edelgard has informed me that I have been... Misunderstood. Allow me to correct this mistake.” His expression doesn’t get any more normal when he starts to speak, not to mention his voice once again sounds strained and uncertain like it did the other day. You step aside to let him into your room, getting a better look at his face as he steps in. Was he... Red? Is this what he looks like when he’s embarrassed? Can Hubert even feel embarrassment? A harsh snap brings your attention back to reality. “My phrasing did not convey my meaning entirely. I did not mean you were a threat when I informed you that you make everything in my life harder.” Well, even if that isn’t what he meant, the phrase has certainly intensified since last time. A silence, just short of uncomfortable, follows his first phrase as he tries to think of how to follow it. “The problem is... Much the opposite, in fact. You are... The opposite... Of a threat to me, or to Lady Edelgard.” The confusion on your face does not seem to encourage him, as the redness on his face reddens and he sighs. “You have... Enraptured me. I find myself unable to properly report information in your presence, as I find my legs will stop moving ten feet away and my throat tightens when I attempt to speak. You have become something akin to a disease on my body.” . . . Is this a love confession? Is this why Edelgard laughed when you lamented your concerns? “Hubert, do you mean that-” “Please, don’t say it.” “I-” You pause, your mind freezing up despite the endless spinning it’s started to perform. “I feel the same way... Would you-” He holds up his finger (though it seems less harsh than before). “Consider my previous threats... Diminished. Disregarded, if you will... I’ll see you in class.” And he’s gone, shutting the door behind him. You wait until you hear his footsteps fade before expressing your delight. Unbeknownst to you, he waits the same amount of time to do the same.

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misguided advice !

@lgcjinseo

in all honesty, yinuo knows she has no business auditioning for the drama osts. she already knows that there’s absolutely no way that a six-month trainee who is still being drilled in the basics of vocal performance would ever get a shot at this opportunity. but still, she’s nothing if not optimistic. worst case scenario, it’ll be good audition practice for the day when she is a strong enough performer to be able to seriously throw her hat into the ring for something like this. besides, what’s the point of being a legacy trainee at all if she doesn’t put her best efforts into any opportunity that comes her way?

while she already knows that she won’t win the song, she’s still going to give it her best shot. don’t get her wrong; her bubbly personality and optimism shouldn’t be mistaken for carelessness or frivolity. she’s absolutely putting her best foot forward and running through the song as many times as she can, asking her vocal instructor for help, and asking for a listen from anyone who has a few minutes to spare an ear.

she’s planning to rehearse a little more now, while she has some time in between lessons, as she scouts through the practice rooms for one to be empty and ready for her. there’s classes, other trainees and legacy artists in small groups or pairs practicing for their own auditions or other projects. she doesn’t want to bother them too much; they’ve got enough going on. she does pause, however, when there’s only one person in one of the rooms. she peeks through the window on the door curiously, eyes vaguely recognizing the man as a successful senior in the company. he’s already made his debut, hasn’t he?

they’ve never spoken before, but that’s not a surprise. what would a celebrity have to say to a brand new trainee like yinuo? especially when there’s no guarantee that she’ll survive the first few weeks or months of her training period. well, she’s survived so far, and her boldness has her knocking on the door and letting herself in before she can be told to buzz off.

“excuse me, sunbae,” she speaks carefully, focused on pronouncing the words right and hoping she’s not being too rude by mistake, “are you practicing for the drama songs? do you think we could practice together? i’d really appreciate your feedback!” it’s a great opportunity for her if he says yes; yinuo feels like she might be getting help from a professional other than her coaches.