#Paralive Imagines

[paraliveimaginesblog]

May i ask for Hokusai, Allen, Kanata and Kei with a reader who pulls them into a kiss when noticing someone tried to flirt with their boyfriend(s)?

Allen Sugasano:

Allen isn’t paying any attention to them, on some tangent about hip hop as they had clearly complimented BAE in some way. It’s always how they got him, hooking him into conversation and attempting to appeal to him through his clear passions. Unfortunately, even you had to have more than one conversation with him to make him even realize you were flirting, and you had worked hard to earn that mans love, meaning you had no intention of sharing him. Allen lets out a surprised noise, his eyebrows knitted together as he wondered why you had interrupted his latest lecture.

Hokusai Masaki:

Hokusai, even if he even registered he was being flirted with, would politely ignore the person flirting with him. If they’re pushy or disrespectful he’s never had a problem with brutal honesty as he was quite serious about your relationship, but he didn’t go on the offensive unless necessary. He’s surprised that you felt the need to make a statement with your actions, not rejecting your kiss but worried you might have misread his actions as condoning the flirtatious actions of the other party. He mumbles reassurances and asks if he’s upset you, only seeming content when you tell him the full truth of your jealousy.

Kanata Yatonokami:

If anyone was flirting with Kanata, he’d have to be physically trapped in that conversation to stay at all. He’s not one to enjoy interacting with people who just shower him in praise, feeling it disingenuous as he doesn’t care about their opinions regardless. But flirting, having romantic intentions with him? He’s thankful that you’re there to swoop in and set the boundary before he said something he might regret, lingering for an extra second to get the point across. He wants to leave as soon as possible and you can see it in his eyes, quite fond of that pleading look as you didn’t see it often.

Kei Miyama:

Kei is completely out of his depth in romance. His common sense does allow him a little knowledge, knowing this was likely on purpose to show the other person you were together, but he can’t pinpoint the reason you felt it was needed. He rested his hand on your back the rest of the interaction, keeping himself connected to you to set you more at ease until you had a moment to be alone. He struggled to bring up the topic but he wanted to know how to avoid upsetting you for the future, surprised when you pointed out the persons flirting as he hadn’t even considered that’s what they were doing.

[seangelfish]

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR A LONG TIME YEIII amh I could ask for headcanons for bae and kanata with a cute mc fem from the town who just arrived in the city therefore she doesn't know anything about paradox or hiphop or the city in general je but she is open to learning new things uvu that would be all ~ thank you

MEETING A NEWCOMER

Featured characters: Allen Sugasano, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner, Kanata Yatonokami ♡ Tags: Headcanons but also a bulletpoint fic, mutual crush, casual romance, she/her pronouns, not really proofread! Not really sure what to write for Hajun, so I'm sorry if it's not up to standard! ♡ Word count: 1,895 ♡ Synopsis: You, a newcomer, was introduced into a city of hip hop. You didn't quite understand it, but you were eager to learn from the people around you.

You have moved here for university, not knowing what this city was actually known for. You just assumed it was any other ordinary city...

Allen, who was one of your fellow classmates at university was an odd one. He didn't look friendly so you didn't try socialising with him at first, but when you saw how he acted towards his friends, you decided to at least try.

You found out that he was just awkward. He greeted you in return when you introduced yourself, but his eyes started sparkling when you mentioned that you were new to the area. He asked whether you're into hip hop, but if you weren't, he had some recommendations for you to listen to.

"Is hip hop that big here?" you asked him curiously.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "There used to be this place called Club Paradox where..."

You listened to him ramble on and on about hip hop and these legends called 'Buraikan' who founded these so-called 'Phantom Lives.'

It was all a little confusing, but it had you intrigued. Because of this, the two of you had exchanged contact info so Allen would be able to send you his recommendations. When you were finished listening to them, you would text him your thoughts. Gradually, you started having a taste for hip hop that in your free time, you'd visit record shops looking for songs that you haven't heard of yet!

Allen was always so appreciative of how willing you were to indulge in his interests — in his life. He wanted to show you more about the city and about hip hop, but he also just wanted to spend more time with you.

"I also produce and write my own songs!" Allen said one day, hoping that would impress you. "Would you like to listen to them?"

"Seriously? That's so cool. Of course, I'd like to listen!"

"Alright, just meet me at the club! I'm performing there as BAE with Anne and Hajun."

"C-Club?"

"Oh, haven't you been to a club before? Then I'll accompany you before our performance starts. It'll be fun!"

Why not? you thought.

Allen picked you up before his performance and showed you around the club. It was an interesting yet fun experience, but what you found kind of weird was how he kept holding your hand throughout it all. You didn't think too much of it though. He was probably doing that in consideration of you, so you wouldn't get lost in the crowd.

"So yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it!" he said. "Will you be okay here? We're starting in ten minutes."

"Yes, I'll be fine," you replied. "I can't wait to see you perform!"

"Alright, see you later, (Y/N)!"

Watching him perform live was amazing. You finally understood why people here liked watching 'Phantom Lives.' They were incredible! You were so drawn into Allen's performance that you couldn't see anything else but him.

"Haha, how was it?" he asked you, panting.

"It was so cool!" you chirped. "And that was the song you wrote too? It was great!"

"Hahaha, thanks, (Y/N)!"

So whatever Allen did with hip hop, you were there too. You became closer to him than before that he no longer was a classmate to you, but someone even more special.

Just like everyone else, you were drawn to Hajun's prince-like charms, but you never dared to speak to him. He was definitely on another level than you, and you didn't want to disturb him with your plain, ordinary presence.

However, fate brought you together when Hajun spoke to you first. He picked up clues that you were new around here and wanted to help you familiarise yourself.

Confused but thankful, you accepted his offer. He was like a tour guide, bringing you in his limo around the city. It was kind of awkward at first, but he eased you into it when he would ask you where you came from and why you decided to move. He was friendly, but you could taste the way he teased you too.

After bringing you to so many places, Hajun had asked you if you knew about hip hop or anything to do with phantom lives. When you denied it, he merely chuckled and said that you should watch him perform. He didn't go further than that, so you had to find out yourself what he meant by it.

BAE was his hip hop group where they performed phantom lives at clubs. You entered by yourself, waiting for the show to begin. Hajun was up there on stage accompanied by Anne and Allen. Their performance was spectacular. The way Hajun rapped was something you didn't expect coming from him, but at the same time, it made perfect sense.

"So you made it," he teased. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Y-Yes, it was good!" you exclaimed. "Those were the illusions you talked about? They were pretty! How were you able to do that?"

"With my phantometal, of course," he replied, showing you the feather ring on his finger. He let you touch it due to curiosity. "Isn't it cool~?"

"It is!" you giggled. "Can I watch you perform again next time?"

"Haha, sure."

Not only did Hajun help you with familiarising yourself with the city, but with university work too. You should be grateful though because he wasn't doing this for just anyone. However, he was also questioning his actions when he thought about it.

He supposed that he was helping you out so much because he was also in a similar position when he arrived in Japan. He just wanted to make your experience here easy for you.

Plus hanging out with someone cute like you was actually fun. He loved answering whatever questions you threw at him especially those relating to hip hop. He always looked forward to your daily greeting in person and text.

Anne had caught an interest to you almost immediately. Of course, it was because you were cute, but it was also because your outfits were embarrassingly plain. They wondered if you'd allow them to dress you up. So one day in class, they introduced themselves.

Once Anne took in the info that you were new here, they were even more excited to become your friend. They wanted to show you everything! Entertainment, fashion, music, everything you were interested in!

And that's how you were introduced to hip hop too.

Taking in the knowledge of the city from Anne was like homework. They dumped everything on you so quickly that it was hard to grasp, but as they pulled you around the city, it was always so exhilarating.

"Oh, I'm also a part of BAE," they said. "It's the hip hop unit I'm in with Allen and Hajun. We usually perform at clubs, but we're going to be competing in Paradox Live next!"

"P-Paradox Live?" you queried. You knew of phantom lives since Anne mentioned those before, but this was different.

"Yep, it's gonna be huge! We're going up against other hip hop units to win ten billion! You'll come support us, right?"

Of course you were.

But standing in front of Club Paradox was intimidating. Everyone around you looked excited out of their minds, but you were the opposite.

"(Y/N), over here!" called out Anne. As you turned, they linked your arm with theirs and led you inside with Allen and Hajun. "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to leave you here," they continued. "But watch us closely, okay?"

Watching Anne perform that night was thrilling. Even when the rest of the units performed their songs, Anne's performance was something you couldn't shake off. The illusions that they described to you through words could not compare to the real thing.

After that, you would always watch Anne in person whenever they were performing with BAE in Paradox Live; cheering them on and voting for them. Anne would always look for you in the crowd too, happy that you appeared in their life.

Unlike BAE, you didn't meet Kanata at university. You bumped into him on the streets to university. You were lost and that's how you ended up at the slums. He thought you were an idiot, but he helped you out anyway.

You explained that you were new to the city, so you still didn't know your way around. Kanata was disinterested, but when you asked him why hip hop was so prevalent around here, his ears perked up.

He explained everything, but he also mentioned how there's 'real hip hop' and those who desire to make hip hop but fail. You were curious about what he meant by this, so you pressed him further into showing you what 'real hip hop' was.

He was about to refuse. He didn't really want to get close to you to begin with, but seeing that sparkle in your eye made him think otherwise. It also didn't help that you were kind of cute.

"Fine," he breathed. "When do you finish uni? I could show you today."

And so he did. After dropping you off at university, he picked you up straight after you were finished. It was evening by then, so the streets you walked on were crowded with people waiting for a team called 'Cozmez' to perform.

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you into some shady underground business, situating you in a corner where he was sure nobody could disturb you.

"Just stay here," he said. "You'll be okay."

"W-Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm performing."

Before you could say anything else, he grinned. "You'll see what real hip hop is, (Y/N)."

And he was gone. You noticed that he was with someone else too, someone that looked oddly similar to him that you just knew he was his brother. When they were on stage, the crowd cheered louder than before.

That's when Kanata started rapping. You watched him intently, your eyes following his every movement, his every word. The music was loud, but it was exciting.

"So this is a 'phantom live'..." you murmured to yourself as you watched the illusions the twins were creating. "It's beautiful..."

You didn't expect Kanata to come back to you right after performing, but he did, asking you what you thought of it. You caught the slight bit of excitement in his question which also surprised you because even if you had just met him today, you already had his character noted down in the back of your mind. He was rude and aggressive, but he was also kind in a way.

You smiled. "It was awesome! I can't believe this is what I was missing out on!" you replied. "You were amazing, Kanata!"

His cheeks heated up, but you couldn't tell as it was dim. "Thanks," he said casually.

"Eh~ who's this?" asked his twin. "Kanata, I didn't think you were that type of person–"

"I-It's nothing like that!"

Nayuta introduced himself because if his brother was willing enough to bring a random girl to a place like this, he was sure that Kanata was a little interested in you.

"Be good to my brother, okay?" he whispered into your ear teasingly.

From then on, you became close to the Yatonokami twins, but you were even closer to Kanata, the boy who helped you on your first day. He became a lot more patient with you as he introduced you to even more places around the city, familiarising yourself with hip hop and the story behind it. It was always so fun learning more things when it was with Kanata.

And perhaps, Kanata was a little thankful that you got lost in the slums that day too.

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[seasidefallenangel]

game au: voicelines

notes: fluff, paralive game au, no content warnings, kinda brainrot

who else remembers when they lied to us about a paralive game? anyway here's some theoretical lines the characters would have about their significant other

༄ kanata yatonokami:

⁀➷ about their lover:

“ha? the fuck does that have to do with you? 

… did they say something about me?”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“nayuta and i didn’t have shit growing up as kids, and they were always annoying about it. dropping by snacks, workin’ extra shifts to help us out - not like i asked for anything. i hate owing people though, so - … oi. get that damn smile off your face. they’re the one that wouldn’t leave me alone.”

⁀➷ quality time:

“mhm, i’ll be by later. love you too.”

[phone clicks]

…

“geez, you ever mind your own business? you can turn in that job yourself. i promised them i’d go by their house today and they won’t quit naggin’ me about it. huh? that’s not what i fucking mean! if i didn’t like em, i wouldn’t even be dating them. they just like sitting at home and talking to me. it’s weird but… makes em’ happy, so whatever.”

⁀➷ the future:

“nayuta won’t get off my case about marriage and all that shit ; says i should hurry up and give them a ring. doesn’t he know how old we are?! ‘sides, i don’t need some asshole with a bible to tell me we’re gonna be together forever. it’s either them or nobody, and they know it.”

༄ iori suiseki:

about their lover: 

“i know it’s tempting, but that one over there ain’t one of my hostesses, so try not to stare so hard. my dearest deserves more respect than that, dont’cha think?”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“honestly, i thought everything was over after the suiseki massacre. my family helped out a lot, but they were the one to really drag me out of my slump. it’ll be hard as hell for me to ever repay em’ for that, but ‘m still tryin’ to this day.

speaking of, can ya run out and grab em’ for me? it’s been an hour since i’ve seen em, and i’m goin’ through withdrawals.”

⁀➷ safety:

“i’d like to think we’re pretty guarded these days, but i can never be too sure, yanno? honestly, in an ideal world i could just keep em’ in the house forever to make sure nothing can even come close to harming them. hm? is my face that scary?”

⁀➷ the future:

“oi, c’mere for a sec? i want your opinion. the band on this ring is nice, but the diamond cut on here is much more suited to their taste. ahaha, pick up yer jaw! ‘m not proposing anytime soon. just weighin’ out my options for now. i got too many things goin’ on to give em’ the real life they deserve, but one day i’ll be able to make em’ mine forever.”

༄ shion kaida:

⁀➷ about their lover: 

“hmm? sorry to disappoint, but i’m not really doing stuff like that anymore. my angel might kill me if they catch wind of this, so you can go find someone else to please you, right?”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“i can’t blame you for wanting to come back - everyone always does. they were the first time i was the one to go back, though. so cold hearted towards me, i couldn’t help but want to see them crack. ah, but i wouldn’t advise you to try the same with them. i’m not a fan of sharing.”

⁀➷ bad habits:

“it’s hard not to fall into old ways, if i’m being honest. they’re understanding enough, given the… unique circumstances of my situation, but have enough of a backbone to put me in my place. 

though, just between us, i do it on purpose sometimes. seeing their angry face gets me all sorts of riled up. i’m falling in love at quite the unhealthy pace, fufu.”

⁀➷ the future:

“stability isn’t exactly my thing - i’m sure you’re not surprised. the two of us haven’t talked about that sort of thing yet, so i’m avoiding it as long as i can. i’d hate to see their disappointment when i tell them marriage isn’t in the cards for me.

… is what i’d like to believe, but they’re so cute i just might find myself caving into their charms. maybe they’re the manipulator between us after all.”

༄ ryu natsume:

⁀➷ about their lover:

“yaho~! have you seen my alien commander? last i saw they were UP IN SPAAAACCCCEEEE - oh! there they are! WAHAHA, ATTACK TIME!”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

"hm hm hmmmm - aha! that cloud looks like my rice ball! one time they shot me with a HUUUGGGEEE love beam and GAH! i was their slave for the next ten million years! ryu-kun doesn’t mind though - we can rule the whole world together.”

⁀➷ haunting thoughts:

“ryu-kun doesn’t want to be around anyone right now. they’re the only one who can make the monsters go away - but i don’t want them to see me the way i am. i like them so much… it really hurts.”

⁀➷ the future:

“d’you think they’d get mad if i wear a cat suit to our wedding? of course we’re getting married! everyone in japan is invited! we’ll have lots of cheese and takoyaki, shiki-kun will be the maid of honor, and we’ll be carried down the aisle with pigeons!”

༄ toma hikage:

⁀➷ about their lover:

“hey, hey! which selfie is cuter? i like their hair in this one, oh - their smile is so bright here! but they’re irresistible when they’re annoyed at me! and then this is one where they’re sleeping, but this one’s filter is pretty, and this one -”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“long before visty was even a thing, they were always by my side. honestly, i doubt i would’ve become an idol without their encouragement. even with that horrible old face of mine, they always talked about how beautiful i was. haaa, i miss them so much! i need to call them right now!”

⁀➷ overbearing fans:

“maybe saying i’m everyone’s idol was a bad idea, haha. they get kinda jealous sometimes when we’re approached too often, but if i’m being real with you, it’s so hot! the way they call me theirs and grip my hand… totally heart pounding!”

⁀➷ the future:

“i hate to think about the day when visty isn’t a group anymore, but the idea of living a normal life with them is kinda nice, you know? waking up late, going grocery shopping, picking up the kids from school, family vacations. not anytime soon, obvs, but i can’t imagine ever wanting it with anyone else.”

[kanatamour]

hi tora!! another blog, another request from me~ today im hoping for headcanons "how do they act when they have a crush and how would they manage to confess" with nayuta, kanata, reo & hajun!! i don't know how many characters you do at the time, so if that's too much just nayuta & kanata are nice!! thank you so much hehe <3

THIS IS MY LOVE.

Because ‘I love you’ is written in every single one of his actions, but he needs to tell you properly.

ft. Yatonokami Nayuta, Yatonokami Kanata, Maruyama Reo, Hajun Yeon x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, love confessions, some angst.

Hello, Jules, dear and thank you so much for sending in another request here ! I’m sorry this took a while, but I still hope you enjoy it and that it can make you smile <3 I ended up making it in time before the year ends, so happy new year !

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

“You came along, and my heart smiled. So, get rid of those doubts, my love, I’ve been waiting for you.”

— With Nayuta, you realize he’s in love because of his smile.

— His usually apathetic, even melancholy expression, is replaced by an upwards curve to his lips, brimming in a sweetness that is hard to place.

— To anyone who deigns to observe where his iridescent eyes keep looking, they’d find you at the end of the lane.

— It is easy to see, when you two are together. His gaze is a little brighter, that difference that makes you discern dusk from dawn; he seems more energized, the lilt to his voice a tad more upbeat, particles of sundust shining in the words he addresses to you.

— And perhaps everyone notices, and Nayuta hopes you do too.

— And maybe you already have, but alas, fear seems to follow humans in crucial moments, confusing the heart, leading it through twisting alleys that echo the unsavory sounds of ‘what if’.

— What is it’s just all in your head. What if you’re overthinking and reading the signs the wrong way.

— The sighs he lets out, alone, in the dead on night are the unheard confirmation that his feelings for you are real.

— And yet, miles separate you, each of you lying on your side in the blue light of a faded moon.

— But, as they say, every cloud has a silver lining.

— Nayuta just will have to tell you directly, then.

— Or rather, show you.

— You find yourselves on the topmost floor of his secret hideout, the sun casting in coppery hues the thousands of piled up buildings below; a beautiful contradiction, how the slums had a beauty to them at golden hour.

— But so did your moments with Nayuta.

— You found him, the one you hold most dear. It didn’t matter if it was in a place this world had forgotten.

— Because you could never forget Yatonokami Nayuta.

— Nor the kiss he gives you when you turn towards him at the call of your name.

— You can taste the remaining sweetness of the popsicle he was just eating as his hands land on either side of you, stabilizing himself when he leans in further.

— And because there is no way your mind is making up the cool softness of his lips on yours, you kiss him back, hands cradling his cheeks, strands of silken moonshine reflected on puddles after the rain tickling your fingers.

— “Is it clear now, that I like you, my cute [Y/n]?” Nayuta utters, in the sunset lit instants between his kiss and the second one you initiate as an answer.

— You don’t trust your voice right now, so you’ll speak in the language lovers do when words are superfluous.

— And you can be sure, he’ll be asking for more.

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

“Your petals were bloodied amidst the storm and you still shined. When I next realized, I was the thorns, and you, the only rose.”

— Kanata doesn’t know what is it he feels for you.

— And what’s more, he doesn’t know why.

— Weren’t you another one of those rich brats to begin with? It was your fault that day you were in trouble in the rain, being robbed by some troublemakers.

— And yet, the moment you resisted to give them your pocket money and one of the attacker’s hands closed around your wrist, something in Kanata snapped.

— He doesn’t know how, or the reason behind which he found himself throwing punches until those bastards were running away.

— But he knew he didn’t like the sight of the cut they somehow managed to land on your cheek.

— “Thank you for that, but are you okay?” You asked him, checking for bruises on your nameless savior.

— You are the one bleeding and yet, you ask him that.

— “You shouldn’t be here.” Kanata spats, turning away.

— “Wait! What’s your name?” You asked, running to catch up with him.

— He ‘tsks’. Why can’t he leave you alone in the rain? Why does the sight of blood running down a stranger’s face sit so wrong with him?

— Annoyed, he drapes his jacket over your head.

— “You don’t want to know.” Are the last words he tells you, before running off.

— You stand there, dumfounded, the boy’s hoodie shielding you from the rain.

— You’ll be back here tomorrow.

— The sky dyes in shades of peach and lavender, reminding you of the sweet scent of spring. Ironic, in such a cold evening, and even more so in this district.

— You have a feeling you’ll find him again, so you wait. His jacket is neatly folded over your lap, as a stray kitten rubs itself against your leg.

— Then you spot him. Short sleeved t-shirt on, hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants.

— “Put this on, at least!” You call, throwing him his jacket. “Catch!”

— Eyes not unlike the color of the sky widen at the sight of you again.

— “Thank you for yesterday, whatever your name is.” You softly tell the young man, reaching where he stands with the small cat in your arms.

— It meows at him. Extending one of its paws.

— “See? He wants to know your name too!” You pout, holding one of the kitten’s white paws in your hand.

— “Ugh fine! It’s Kanata, okay?”

— “Nice to meet you, Kanata.” You giggle, as the cat paws at your hero’s face.

— And somehow, the way you call his name… It’s pleasant, a sweet melody shining in a world of gray.

— He wants to see you again.

— So, next time, he’s the one to seek you out.

— You always meet at the same place; the street where the white kitten lives. Sometimes it goes home with Kanata, though, and others you bring him to your apartment.

— Time is fleeting, and days become months, with December snow fading to rays of February sun, auguring an early spring.

— And then one day, Kanata isn’t there.

— You wait, with your cat friend, who meows sadly at you, climbing on your lap when the first tears begin to fall.

— That evening you leave, matching cups of ramen left to the freeze of a lonely night.

— However, someone saw this hurtful scene.

— “Care to explain yourself?” Nayuta asks his brother, slamming the door behind him.

— Kanata turns slightly around. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

— “Oh, you… You know very well. Why didn’t you go today?”

— To which Kanata shrugs.

— “Fine. I hope you know they left crying.” His younger twin points out. “Will you just face your feelings and accept you’re in love and that they love you?”

— “That’s…” Kanata’s shoulders slump. “They deserve better…”

— “Silly!” His brother intercepts, with a soft flick to his forehead. “And what? They want you. So you better get it together and go find them now!”

— And well, for some reason, Kanata doesn’t need to be told twice.

— Luckily for him, a small friend is there to help.

— Following the kitty, they both manage to locate you.

— “[Y/n]! Wait!” The boy who saved you that night calls, putting a hand on your shoulder.

— “What do you want, Yatonokami?” You ask, tone cold, without turning around.

— It hurts him. The way he’s hurt you, the way you won’t face him, the way you use his last name instead.

— “I’m sorry. I just… I’m stupid, okay? I couldn’t come to terms with- the thing is- I… I… Oh, to hell with it! I like you, okay? And I just didn’t know how to act around you or what to do and I thought you deserved better and so I just stood you up and I messed up.”

— A chuckle is definitely not the answer he was expecting.

— “You are cute when you blush, Kanata.” You murmur, wiping away a stray tear, smiling sweetly at him.

— “I’m not-“ He starts, cheeks blooming in crimson roses.

— “I said it’s cute. You are cute.”

— Droplets of thin rain begin to fall.

— “I like you too, if that wasn’t obvious.” You softly say, with a kiss to his cheeks.

— Much like the night you met, rain surrounds you. This time, it’s his cheek that burns, not because an open wound, but because of the searing sensation of a kiss he won’t forget.

ଓ MARUYAMA REO

“What is the point for a rainbow to hide? Let’s write our love in the sky.”

— Reo is a cutie and he definitely has a way with flirting.

— So that’s exactly what he does.

— He is not shy about it in the slightest, often complimenting you on your new clothes, telling how sweet you are or giving you hugs out of nowhere.

— Of course, all of the above, always that you are comfortable; Reo is very cheerful, but he knows how to read your emotions and pick up what you like and dislike.

— And at first, you didn’t think much of it. Sure, he is very affectionate with you, but he is with everyone else too, right? It’s not like you are receiving special treatment.

— Which, in turn, frustrates Reo more.

— Is he doing something wrong? He’s being pretty obvious, right?

— Or maybe… you don’t feel the same way?

— No, no, no, he can’t fall into negativity.

— He has to take you to a nice date and tell you how he feels directly.

— So, he puts together some money he’s been saving and chooses his cutest outfit. This is a special occasion and he wants to make you happy.

— When you arrive at the accorded spot, Reo is already waiting for you.

— Sure, he is a sunshine, but you didn’t expect an amusement park date, seeming how he and his gang usually preferred to hang out at the ramen place.

— “Hello, [Y/n]!” He greets you, those eyes of his mirroring the sunset clouds lining the horizon. “I got cotton candy hehe. One for you and one for me!”

— You take the sweet treat from him, eyes sparkly at the delicious sugary scent wafting around you.

— “Woaah! It looks so tasty! You’re the best Reo…” You thank him.

— And maybe, just maybe, because this is a date, you leave a cotton candy kiss on his cheek, giggling at the pink remnants left behind.

— To which the boy grins mischievously, bringing his fingers to it and tasting the sugary treat.

— “Hmm… Your kiss was sweeter…” He ponders, as your cheeks heat up. “What if we repeat it, properly this time?”

— And at that moment, beneath the lighting of dusk and attractions, your lips touch for the first time; a memory written over cottony clouds in rosey glaze.

— “I love you, pretty.” Reo utters, nose brushing against yours, when he parts.

— “I love you too, Reo.” Are your words, before you initiate a second kiss.

— Little did you two know, Iori and the rest of the gang are looking from afar, proud of his youngest member (Suiseki is a little jealous, but that’s another story).

ଓ HAJUN YEON

“I’ll erase the piercing words that were etched into your soul that day.”

— This man’s way of flirting is teasing you (change my mind).

— With his fans, he is all smiles and charming phrases, but when he really loves you, you get to see a more… naughty side of him.

— When he teases you, he doesn’t do it out of malice, no.

— He’s been hurt in the past, and even if his infatuation with you grows by the day, a part of him is still afraid he’ll be discarded again.

— The words ‘you are not needed anymore’ still resound inside his mind, no matter how much he smiles or tries to look perfect on the outside.

— So he’s wary of diving into a new relationship.

— But at the same time, you are so lovely… The way you pout when he’s teasing you, or how you call him and wave at him whenever you see him at uni…

— Hajun would really like to spend more time with you.

— “You should.” Anne tells him, when they finally get Hajun to spill the beans. “I know you’re afraid to trust but… Isn’t it lonely, to keep the one you love at a distance?”

— It is, yes.

— It’s painful if he stays away. And the variant of getting hurt hangs in the air if he tries to get closer.

— But, as they say, ships were not made to stay at harbor.

— So he’ll take this chance and hope for the best.

— And for that, you know he’ll use his charm.

— A cute cafe date here; dinner at his place that he cooked himself using organic ingredients there; and of course, the occasional expensive gift you had been eyeing, mysteriously arriving at your doorstep.

— You like all of this, and especially, you like him.

— However, a part of you can’t help but wonder: what does he want with me? What does he get out of all of this?

— With those thoughts, you lie in bed, listening to his music in the new noise canceling headphones you’re sure he’s bought for you.

— You’re so not sleeping tonight. Maybe tomorrow you’ll ask him about what ‘ulterior’ motives he has.

— The model’s vibrant eyes widen slightly behind his glasses when you utter the question.

— “Why me, Hajun? What are you planning?”

— It hurts him. How it seems he’s not the only one with trust issues here.

— So that’s how you think of it. Some kind of twisted game he’s playing to get something out of you.

— “I’m serious here, Hajun.” You insist, tone stern, when all the answer he gives you are the subtle expressions of his face.

— And for once, he decides to be honest. No mask of perfection obscuring the words he next speaks.

— “Because I’ve fallen in love with you, [Y/n]. Because I was afraid to trust, to be left behind, thrown away. But then you came around. And I wanted to spend more time with you. This is no game, not one that I plan on ending anyway.” He whispers that last part to your ear, a knowing smile on his lips as he feels the heat on your cheeks.

— “Hajun… You… You mean that?”

— “More than anything.” He vows, placing a kiss to the back of your hand, the one adorned with the set of silver rings he gifted you, never once breaking eye contact.

— Your fingers slot in between his. You suppose it’s alright to let your heart take command and test the waters.

— After all, you can’t keep denying you’ve been in love with him since the beginning, too. You just never thought he’d end up reciprocating.

[moonstruck-writing]

His scent, your scent [Satsuki Ito x reader]

Title: His scent, your scent. Pairing: Satsuki Ito x gn!reader | Paradox Live Rating: M C/Ws: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader, second person pov, you wear his clothes, Satsuki almost dies, and Reo makes a bonus appearance, mature rating for suggestive themes in the bonus scene Summary: Satsuki asks you to wear his clothes as the prize for winning a game against you. You surprise him and he combusts. Word count: 3.8k

A/N: Part of the series “Wearing Their Clothes”. You can read Zen Gaho’s here: Part 1 | Part 2

“Not fair!” You screamed as Satsuki caught your thumb finger under his. You two were playing thumb wars, and you had been losing by a large margin. “You are playing with advantage!”

“You were the one that said they wanted to play this game!” Satsuki said back. “And what do you mean I’m playing with advantage? I’ve got the same hands you do.”

“No, you don’t. Your hands are bigger and I’m sure your thumbs are longer. That makes it easier for you to win.” You let out an exasperated sound.

“If my thumb is longer, it should be easier for you to catch it, no? More surface to grab onto.” He kept on focused on your hands as you continued the game.

“But you just hover over me so quickly,” you groaned, hiding your thumb to the side of his hand.

“Are you giving up?” Satsuki squeezed your hand, giving you a daring look.

“I keep losing anyway.” You sighed and tried letting go of his hand, but he didn’t budge.

“Come on, we’re just starting. You’re better now than before. And you did win a few times.” He gave you a confident smile, and you didn’t know if it meant he was proud of you, or if he was simply showing off.

“Yeah, because you were distracted! That was all at the start.” You had used to your advantage the slightly flustered state Satsuki was in, but it didn’t take him that long to get used to the game. Plus, physical affection didn’t affect him as much as it used to. You had been dating for a while after all. “You’re the winner, so,” you squeezed his hand and he finally let go of it. “What do you want?”

You had had the great idea to suggest you bet something, and that something was the winner would be entitled to ask for anything. You hadn’t given it much thought, but you could see now you had been more confident in your winning abilities than would’ve been realistic.

“I… Can I think about it?” Satsuki lowered his head and looked at you through his eyelashes.

“I give you five minutes.” You said folding your arms.

He tutted, bringing his hand to his mouth in a reflexive action.

“I want…” He looked up, dropping his hands to his thighs. He shuffled on his seat and moved from a crossed-legged position to kneeling. You swallowed when you saw him acquiring such a serious stance. “I want you to… wear my clothes.” He bowed his head after the declaration, waiting for your reaction without daring to see your face.

But there was no reaction. He wanted you to wear his clothes? As in, the clothes he was wearing, right now?

“Satsuki, I am a bit confu—”

“You don’t have to do it after all,” he quickly interrupted, relaxing his posture but still refusing to make eye contact. “This… it was stupid of me.” He played with his hair, hiding his face behind his hand.

“No, I just don’t understand it.” You touched his knee lightly, trying to get him to look at you. It wasn’t every day that Satsuki took the first step in trying new things. And judging by his reaction, it was something that embarrassed him. That made you feel soft and tender inside. You knew he had trouble being vulnerable, and he was trying. You wanted to reward his effort. “So should I just exchange clothes with you right now or…?”

“No! Not right now!” He quickly yelped, shooting his head up and finally making eye contact with you. “It’s… you can do it whenever you want.”

“So, you want me to wear your clothes,” you recapped, “at some point?” You smiled softly at him. Wasn’t that bound to happen anyway? You were dating after all.

“…It would be nice if…” he mumbled under his breath, looking away again.

“If?”

“…You maybe… surprised me…” He rubbed the back of his neck, visibly uncomfortable.

“Oh.” You knew what he meant. You had seen it in some movies. A lover stealing their partner’s clothes and wearing them casually around them. “I get it now.”

◌◌◌

It was difficult not to fulfil Satsuki’s wish right away. You were also excited about it since you had an idea of the reaction it could cause in him. But you truly wanted to surprise him, so you made sure to wait until the thumb war and that wish were out of his mind.

Then, it was time for the plan of attack.

You took the chance one day when Zen had convinced Satsuki to work out with him first thing in the morning.

Satsuki texted you about it being too cold outside, and you didn’t waste this chance. It was a good thing it had happened on your free day, and you had woken up early. You rushed to the Suiseki clan’s house and gave some excuse to a yawning Iori about you having forgotten something in Satsuki’s room.

When you closed the door behind you, you quickly scanned his room. His black cap was on a small desk. Next to it, his red hoodie hung on the chair. You mentally screamed, it was your lucky day. You quickly picked up the clothes, a waft of his scent reaching your nose. It was so familiar to you, that your shoulders relaxed, and an unconscious smile spread across your lips.

You had originally planned to do this for Satsuki, but now you realised you were also going to enjoy it.

Sitting on his bed, you brought the hoodie to your face, to bask in his scent. There was a hint of the perfume he used — although he always said he didn’t — and the smell of his deodorant was mostly gone. Instead, you caught something mixed in with the detergent the Suiseki household used: his aroma.

It was the same light scent that felt like an invisible warm embrace as you were sitting in his room.

In a moment of weakness, you allowed yourself to close your eyes and lie down, still hugging the hoodie tightly. Why hadn’t you done this before? You hung in Satsuki’s room fairly often, and he wasn’t especially tidy, so you had seen his clothes lying around before. You could’ve probably stolen a hoodie or a jacket for a few days and he wouldn’t have noticed.

You giggled at the thought, opened your eyes, and sat up. You had no time to lose. While paying attention to the sounds, you quickly took off your outer layers and tried on Satsuki’s hoodie.

It was warm and comfortable, and it somehow had the biggest pocket you had seen in a hoodie. You wondered how you looked in it, but Satsuki didn’t have any mirrors in his room. So you had to make do with propping your phone on his desk and wishing the small reflection you could see of yourself was good enough.

When you picked up your phone again, you decided to take several selfies wearing his hoodie — with the hood up, too — and then his cap. While deciding on which ones looked better, you heard some voices. You recognised Satsuki’s voice and stopped breathing for a moment, the anticipation of him seeing you like this taking over your body. However, the voices seemed to be getting further away.

Maybe he was going to take a shower? You felt your phone buzzing in your hand and quickly unlocked it to a new message from him.

<I had an awesome run today after the workout!>

<I’m jumping into the shower but>

<Wanna meet up later?>

The smile that spread on your face was unstoppable. He had just gotten back, and the first thing on his mind was texting you. It’s not that these messages were any different from your usual chats, but somehow being in his house made you more conscious of his actions. Of how much you were present in his life.

While waiting for him to come into his room, you took the chance to look around. Even if you had been there countless times before, you never felt comfortable looking at his things under his attentive gaze.

You stepped closer to his CD collection and smiled when you recognised some artists – Satsuki told you about them before, and sometimes he even sent you links to their songs.

The sound of the door opening startled you. You had been so engrossed in his music collection that you had stopped paying attention to the sounds.

“What the—” Satsuki immediately stroked a defensive pose before quickly recognising you. “Babe? You almost gave me a heart attack!”

You giggled nervously. Seeing Satsuki only wearing a towel wrapped around his lower half, was something you didn’t expect and had never seen before. You could see water droplets dripping from his wet hair to his neck, to the gold chains adorning him, and down his chest and back.

Then, the sight of you in his clothes kicked in, and his knees gave out. You were more effective than any workout. You were sure you would’ve been in the same predicament if you hadn’t seen his fists under such a threatening light when he first came in.

“Satsuki?” You tried to kneel close to him, but he stopped you before you stepped towards him.

“No, don’t come any closer.” One of his hands covered his face, making it impossible for you to know what was going on. Had you frightened him so much? Maybe the adrenaline had kicked in quickly, but left as soon as he saw it was just you… “Tsk, this was too much for me, after all…” He muttered under his breath, taking a peek at you.

As he moved his hand away, you saw the familiar bright red taking hold of his skin.

It had been a while since the last time you had seen Satsuki blushing so intensely, and your stomach squeezed.

“You look…” his eyes moved from yours to your body, to the cap on your head, to your eyes again. You felt his features twitch slightly. He really wanted to hide from you, but he was trying not to. You felt your heart melting. “Perfect.”

You stared at him, blinking in surprise. Perfect? He had never used that compliment before, had he?

“You’re so cute and cool and seeing you in my clothes…” He mumbled his words a bit, and you smiled at the light pout adorning his lips. I want to hug you so bad, his brain screamed. But the words just couldn’t make it past his throat.

“So, you like it?” You chuckled, relief washing the surprise away from your heart. You had succeeded, then.

“Are you crazy? This is the best.” The triumph on his face made you laugh.

He suddenly remembered his predicament, and quickly stood up to retrieve some clean clothes from the built-in closet.

“I won’t look.” As he pulled one of his t-shirts over his head, you turned around and placed your hands over your eyes.

The blush that had begun subsiding was now back in full force. He trusted you, but this was still way more than he was used to. He bit his lips, keeping an eye on your back while he swiftly covered his nakedness.

“’s okay now.”

You turned around to see him putting on some socks. He seemed to be engrossed in the task, completely indifferent to anything else. Except, the blush still adoring his face gave it away.

You cut the distance between your bodies in a few steps and sat next to him on the bed. As he put on the other sock, you carded your fingers through his wet hair.

“Babe…” He bowed, hiding his face from your eyes.

“You don’t like this?”

“’s not that…” He looked at you with a complicated look in his eyes. Then, he stood up abruptly. “I’ll get my jacket from the clothesline.” He took the towel that had been around his waist before.

When he left the room, only the wetness in the palm of your hand remained. The cold you felt from it provided some relief from the heat you felt inside his hoodie.

You had taken a step today, but somehow you still felt a gap separating you from Satsuki. You wanted to feel closer to him, but how? You looked at the built-in closet, the sliding door open. You moved before you could talk yourself out of it.

Maybe you were greedy. He had even complimented you. But you wanted, needed more. You took one of his clean T-shirts and moved quickly, taking off all your clothes until you could put it on. Then, you put his hoodie back on.

He came back as you picked up the cap again, and you walked towards him in an effort to hide what you had done.

“Do you want your cap back?” You offered it to him.

“You keep it. It looks better on you than me.” He took it from your hands and placed it back on your head, the visor towards him. He pulled it slightly downwards, destabilising you. In the distraction of the moment, you felt something on your forehead. Had he kissed you, or had he just touched your forehead over the cap?

“Satsuki?” You tried, but some of his embarrassment had finally been transmitted to you.

“Ready for a date?”

You looked at him from under the cap and saw him smiling big. Your hand found its shelter in his, and you nodded.

◌◌◌

The weather was good, so you decided to take a stroll around the neighbourhood. Satsuki got excited and wanted to show you the route he took when running. After a while, you arrived at the park.

He led you to the callisthenics park and hung like a monkey from the bars. The sound of the camera shutter went nonstop as you tried to take as many pictures of him as possible.

“Babe, aren’tcha goin’ overboard with that?” He frowned.

“No, you look so cool Satsuki! Oh, maybe I should’ve taken a video…?”

“…I could do some more if you think I’m cool…” His cheeks took on a darker pink shade, and you didn’t know if it was because of the exertion, or your compliments.

After you had a variety of pictures of him doing different skills, he went to a nearby fountain and you used the chance to take the hoodie off.

He was a few steps away from you when his eyes went from your face to your torso, and it took him a few seconds to react.

“That’s… my tank top.” He pointed a finger at you, and his blank expression made you feel self-conscious. Maybe it was a bit much? You could go over the top sometimes…

He stopped when he was right next to you, and you felt his gaze fixated on the piece of clothing.

You had a different build and physique from him, so the tank top didn’t fit you in the same way it fit him. His eyes went over the cloth, taking in every detail like it was something new, something he had never seen. Except, it was his favourite tank top. He knew by heart the ins and outs of it, and he could see in his mind’s eye how the garment fit him. He had started in the mirror, had seen himself in pictures wearing it before.

And now, you were wearing it. And he couldn’t help but see all the differences, how it accentuated your body. The velvety skin of your shoulders and arms was highlighted with that cut. Had he ever seen you in anything like this before? He suddenly couldn’t think properly and felt dizzy.

He squatted down and felt the familiar heat permeating his cheeks when he covered his face with his hands. You peeked down at him, curious about the late reaction.

“You were…” Satsuki looked at you through the gaps between his fingers. “You’re even we-wearing that…”

“Was it a good idea, then?” You asked, squatting next to him, holding the hoodie between your knees and chest.

He stifled a cry and turned his face downwards, hiding it from you. A soft smile danced on your lips, and before you could think about stopping yourself, you reached a hand towards him. His hair was smoother than you expected, and you played with a few strands on the top of his head, twirling the ends.

“Are you trying to kill me?” His voice sounded muffled, but the words were clear enough for you to understand.

“We’ll leave playing with each other’s hair for another day, then.” A light chuckle punctuated your suggestion.

“Just so you know.” He removed his hands enough to look at you through half-closed eyelids. “The next time we’re alone, you better be ready.”

“Why? You’re gonna take revenge?” You wiggled your eyebrows jokingly, but excitement was already bubbling inside of you.

“I’m going to hug you so hard I might crush you.” He lowered his hands completely but looked away in embarrassment. “And…” He hesitated for a while, before training his eyes back on your face. “Your hair is sticking up!” His hand moved so quickly, you only felt the touch of his fingertips on your scalp for a few seconds. Immediately after, he sprung up and started walking away.

You giggled to yourself. Discovering his reactions was always something you looked forward to. Walking behind him, you wondered what other experiences you could share together in the future.

◌◌◌

Bonus:

The next day, Satsuki was half asleep when he pulled himself out of bed and forced himself to get a clean t-shirt and tracksuit to go workout. His eyes were half closed, still heavy with the recent dream, and he simply slid the door of the built-in closet open and pulled one T-shirt from the pile, when something fell over his chest and onto the floor.

He jumped in place, the unexpected sensation waking him up at once. When he picked the piece of clothing from the floor, the scent that tickled his nose seemed to permeate his entire body.

It was your scent. He would’ve recognised it anywhere. But, why? He carefully unfolded the item, revealing one of your T-shirts. What was it doing there?

Satsuki sat back on the bed, holding the tee in his hands. It was a mystery, how it had appeared there and then. Did you leave it there on purpose? When? Then, he remembered. You were still wearing his tank top when he had walked you home yesterday. You must’ve exchanged your T-shirt for his when you were in his room.

He chuckled to himself, unconsciously holding the T-shirt to his chest and basking in the warm feeling your memory elicited in him. After a couple of seconds, he came back to his senses and let go of the piece of clothing with a gasp. He quickly folded it and placed it on the empty desk, and proceeded to get changed and ready for the day. Still, he kept blinking back to the neatly folded T-shirt, and the soft smile couldn’t be erased by anything. Not even the intense workout with Zen.

When he entered his room after showering, your scent greeted him and he impulsively picked the T-shirt up again, bringing it to his nose. He breathed in, feeling his body relaxing even more than the hot water could. Maybe what his muscles needed was more of you, to recover quickly.

In an act of bravery, he pulled your t-shirt over his wet hair and down his naked torso. He felt warm and fuzzy inside, and the familiar butterflies took hold of his stomach. He couldn’t believe he was wearing your T-shirt, but it felt so good. Like he was… yours.

The image of you in his clothes floated in his mind’s eye and he felt even giddier. Satsuki rolled on top of the bed and muffled excited screams. You were his, and he was yours. His body started heating up, but instead of feeling it on his cheeks like usual, he started feeling it in his nether region. Your scent was intoxicating.

“Satsuki-chan!” Reo’s voice interrupted seconds before he erupted into the room, giving Satsuki barely enough time to roll onto his front. “Where is the—what are you doing?”

“N-nothing!” He screamed against the pillow.

“Uh, whatever.” Reo scrunched up his face and looked away. “Where’s my charger?”

Satsuki closed his eyes, silently praying to all the gods he had ever heard Iori mention.

“It’s on the wall socket.” He extended an arm, pointing behind him.

“Ah!” Reo quickly hopped there and retrieved it. “I don’t know what you’re doing, and I don’t care, but breakfast is going to get cold.” Reo cast a sideways glance at Satsuki, who had buried his face completely on the mattress. But there was still some red peaking from the side of his face and his ears, and Reo swiftly caught on it. It didn’t take long to put two and two together when he saw the way that T-shirt clung to his form. “That’s… not your T-shirt.”

It only took a simple comment, the truth, to make Satsuki wail against the mattress.

“Get. Out. Now!” He punched the mattress a few times, still not daring to move from the position he was in.

Reo giggled to himself and finally left with an “okay~” that infuriated Satsuki further. When he heard the distinct sound of the sliding door being shut, he looked up and sighed in relief. He felt all the tension melt away and sat up on the bed. Slowly, like a dog with its tail between its legs, Satsuki took off the T-shirt and folded it neatly, before undoing the towel at his waist and getting dressed with his own clothes.

Gently, he took the T-shirt and placed it back inside the closet. He gave it a longing gaze, before closing the door.

When the day was over, and Satsuki felt so incredibly tired he could’ve passed out standing up, his brain brought him your memory. Your smile, your soft hair, your voice, the way you moved, laughed, spoke. And your scent.

His body came alight, and he moved before he could be aware of what he was doing. Reaching for your T-shirt, he felt a wave of peace wash over him.

He fell asleep with his face buried in the piece of clothing, nostrils full of your scent.

When the sun filtering from the curtains woke him up, Satsuki rolled in bed, lazily trying to fight off the sleepiness. And then, like an unexpected hug, his brain whispered your name. Unconsciously, he bunched up your t-shirt in his arms, compressing it against his chest. He hummed.

Maybe one day, he would be waking up with you in his arms.

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[oinkoink321]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO COZMEZ!!! THEY DESERVE THE WORLD 🩵💜🩵💜

(Also Merry Christmas guys!!!)

[azul-marie]

hiii i know it's already new years and christmas passed but could you do kissing under the mistletoe headcanons w/ kanata, allen, and yuto? <33 happy new year!

hello! thank you for your request. although late, i do hope your new year has been going well. take good care. ❤️

note: fem. reader

genre: romance/fluff.

characters: kanata yatonokami. allen sugasano. yuto inukai.

kanata:

he isn’t very aware of the tradition at first, as uncommon as it was for himself and nayuta to have any reason to celebrate christmas in their younger years, so he doesn’t quite understand what he’s even supposed to do. or why someone would hang this useless plant up in the first place. that said, there are two possible routes he’ll take.

one: kanata will flat-out refuse to follow through on kissing should the two of you be in a public space. he much prefers showing affection privately, especially when it comes to something as intimate, but will apologize and make it up to you once you’re alone together.

two: if nayuta was the one who hung it up at home, and there were only the three of you in attendance — fine. he’ll kiss you, but only a bit as not to bother nayuta. (nayuta does not care at all.) kanata is much more comfortable this way, and might even try to catch you beneath the mistletoe a few more times just to have an obvious reason to kiss you. (kanata gets embarrassed asking for affection when he’s touch-starved.)

allen:

is probably the one who hung the mistletoe up in the first place, with every intent to get you underneath it. unluckily for him, both anne and hajun made it their intent to keep you from crossing whatever doorway he’d hung it over, making it a very long, very hectic christmas party of cat-and-mouse. (you were none the wiser.) once he finally caught you, his roommates irked by his sad puppy eyes following you everywhere, allen practically hopped with excitement as he pointed upwards to show his free kissing pass.

wrapping you up tight, he presses dozens of kisses all over your pretty face, much to the annoyance of mostly everyone else around, but only wants to make sure you feel how special you are to him. he also likes to catch you multiple times beneath the mistletoe throughout the night, to kiss until both your lips swell with love.

yuto:

caught completely off guard by the appearance of the mistletoe. he doesn’t attend many parties due to a strict work schedule and general shyness of public spaces, so for yuto to immediately find himself beneath the mistletoe with you sends him into a total reboot of mind. he stands so still so long it worries you, but any negativity threatening to release hancho is quickly soothed by your comforting touch.

out of a polite social obligation, yuto complies with the tradition even while being teased for it, but will probably need to hide for some time to collect himself. he doesn’t have much confidence to catch you underneath the mistletoe again, but will happily engage in other forms of affection for the rest of your time there. yuto will offer apologetic kisses once the two of you are alone, and at home, away from prying eyes.

[moonartemisia]

If you'd think Dongha would hate Heidi being his older half brother's lover, well he doesn't though. Dongha's inner schemes wants to paint Heidi as his shield like some little brother pulling childish acts on her. It goes like:

Dongha: You know that I hate him, right?

Letitia: I'm aware, Dongha-ya. *chuckles* why do you seem to hate him?

Dongha: that's beyond my personal agenda, Letitia-noona!

Hajun: And? *suddenly beams in*

Dongha: .... *goes beside Letitia*

Hajun: I heard you don't put her in between us, Dongha

Dongha: tsk, as if I care! *holds onto her side a bit*

[seizingthesky]

hi! would it be possible to request forget-me-nots with hajun? c: thank youu!

Yessss YESSSSSS I love Hajun so bad. Have a good day dear anon

FORGET-ME-NOTS: What do they do to get their s/o’s attention?

HAJUN is hard to ignore. He's the kind of guy who can get your attention at the drop of a hat, whether by teasing you or otherwise. He won't stand for being ignored by anyone, especially his darling partner. I can see him getting uncharacteristically pouty if you've been distracted and not giving him the attention he wants. Hajun likes to tease and torment you, but he isn't the type to beat around the bush when he wants your undivided attention on him. Even if what you're working on is super important, he'll sneak up behind you to wrap his arms around your shoulders, resting his head in the crook of your neck to whisper about how cruel you're being; is that silly paper really more important than your handsome, charming boyfriend? If that doesn't tug at your heartstrings enough, then you'd best believe this is a challenge he fully intends to win. Be careful, alright?

[paraliveimaginesblog]

Hi! Could I request BAE with an s/o who makes delicious meals and cooks for them daily? ❤️

Allen Sugasano:

Allen might not say it but you are responsible for keeping his living body in one piece. He tended to forget to eat, especially when in a lyric writing fog, and thus it’s up to you to remind him of his corporeal form. You make the things he loves and foods you know give him energy, a true properly balanced diet so maybe those late nights won’t drag his health down too much. He does show you gratitude with a thanks and a big smile every time you feed him, making it well-worth the effort you put into each meal.

Anne Faulkner:

Anne is eternally grateful as their cooking skill still wasn’t quite where they wanted it to be. They enjoyed cooking together but it was nice to be pampered with a hot meal at the end of a long day. They always looked forward to walking into a home smelling of hot food, excited to see what you were serving next. You had gotten them to try a handful of different foods, too, branching out and even taking recommendations on what might be nice to try next.

Hajun Yeon:

Hajun had never been used to this level of domesticity. He generally cooked for the others, and when at home he was cooked for but it was clearly just a job. He had never understood what it meant to taste ‘love’ in the food someone gives you but he thinks he gets it a little more the longer you cook for him. It’s clearly something you enjoy doing and you even experiment by cooking some of his favorite things, looking at him eagerly for approval while Hajun teases you by keeping a blank expression and keeping you on the edge of your seat as you await his judgment.

[seangelfish]

Can I request jealous headcanons for cozmez? let's say his f! s/o is very kind and naive with the people around her

JEALOUSY HEADCANONS (w/ cozmez)

Featured characters: Kanata Yatonokami, Nayuta Yatonokami ♡ Tags: Headcanons, established relationships, she/her pronouns ♡ Word count: 742 ♡ Summary: Headcanons of how jealous the Yatonokami twins get when it comes to their s/o.

KANATA YATONOKAMI

Kanata knows how kind you are to people, that's how you managed to steal his heart. He doesn't really mind it because that's just the way you are. You're the complete opposite of him after all – kind and friendly, outgoing and energetic. However, he does have his limits to this attitude of yours.

He won't admit it, but he hates how too friendly you are to people – especially towards other guys. Seeing you smile so radiantly like that to other people other than himself will often have him heated.

And what's worse is that you're so naive.

Because of his past, he's able to recognise people's true intentions. It is no different when it comes to you. Your kindness is easily taken advantage of and this frustrates Kanata immensely. He either has to tell the other person to fuck off or drag you away from the conversation.

But the real reason he's doing this is because he's jealous. He's jealous that other people are able to experience your kindness – that he isn't the only one who gets to be treated that way.

He won't upset you and confess any of that. He vows to take those feelings to the grave.

But Kanata is extremely transparent when it comes to you, so you can immediately tell that he's jealous. His eyebrows are crossed and he has such a sour expression on his face. His voice deepens a bit and he becomes too clingy that it can be deemed insufferable to others, but cute to you ♡.

So when he does get jealous, he would hold your hand more often. Sure, he holds your hand occasionally, but Kanata seems to be the type that dislikes PDA. However, when someone else steals your attention away from him, his dislike for PDA is thrown out the window.

He makes the other person know that you belong to him by pulling you close and touching you up, glaring at them like a feisty cat. Though, he won't go too far to kiss you in front of them... not when it's not needed, of course.

Ultimately, he's just outward with his jealousy that it can be seen as possessive. He isn't afraid to cuss people out or to tell them that they're taking too much time with his girlfriend.

NAYUTA YATONOKAMI

Nayuta, as spoiled as he is, expects you to only act like that around him. No one else deserves your kindness. He wants you all to himself.

He makes sure that these feelings of his are obvious to you whether it be directly communicating it to you or being a little bit more touchy.

He will always sulk about the way you speak to others, but he isn't too hurt by it unlike his brother.

He's more chill about your kind personality even when you're so oblivious to people's ulterior motives. So, he'll indirectly help you out when that happens. Usually, he'll butt into the conversation and say no on your behalf or he'll question you whether you really want to do xyz.

He won't cuss out the other person, but his word choice is still considerably harsh. They immediately back away after his confrontation.

But when things go too far for his liking, he'll resort to excessive PDA. Compared to Kanata, he loves PDA – it's second nature to him, so he isn't afraid to wrap his arms around your waist and give you a few kisses here and there to get the message across. When the two of you leave the situation, he would look back at the person and stick his tongue out.

However, Nayuta is more mature when it comes to his jealousy. He's not one to make a scene, but he's witty with it. Sometimes, you can't even spot when he's jealous because he either finds the situation cringey or 'not worth the hassle.' He knows that you'll always be his and nothing can change that.

But that doesn't mean you should completely ignore him for someone else. He's one to get upset and possibly give you silent treatment. You would have to apologise and reassure him when he's lying in bed, his back turned from you.

Thankfully, he doesn't get aggressive when he's jealous though. He never takes it out on you, but he just can't help but fall quiet. So, he'll always appreciate it when you stay by his side and draw patterns on his skin. It comforts him in a way and shows that you didn't mean to neglect him like that.

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[seasidefallenangel]

playfighting!

notes: kanata yatonokami, iori suiseki, nayuta yatonokami, zen gaho, satsuki ito, yuto inukai x reader, play/fake fighting, fluff.

kanata:

who wins? depends.

✣ probably one of your worse ideas, if we’re being real. he has to be in a specific mood in order to go along with your whims. half the time he ends up shoving you off of him whilst looking like an irritated cat. when he does fight back, he’s careful not to actually hurt you even though you can’t tell with his gritted teeth and narrow brows. there’s a good chance you can take him out and he’ll just huff and ask if you’re done being stupid ; but be warned that while he’s not very muscular, he does sometimes get a rush of adrenaline in a fight that gives him a quick edge over his opponent and the same applies here - before you know it, you’re underneath while he looks down at you, unimpressed. “annoying,” he’ll mutter, and before you can protest he’ll give you a chaste kiss on the lips before leaving and acting like the situation never happened at all. 

iori:

who wins? you.

✣ realistically, iori could knock you out in one quick strike - however, he loves you a lot and loves being the source of your happiness just as much which means he will always let you win. always. you could give the most half hearted attack towards him and he’ll be falling dramatically, going on about how his beloved has betrayed him and left him to die. his shit eating grin as he does so takes any chance of believing him and squashes it. the only retaliation he offers is gently tugging you down with him as he lays on the floor and letting your body rest atop his. he’ll give you that stupid lovesick look he always has when you’re in the room and lean up to kiss your forehead, mumbling a sweet nothing about how proud he is of you for being so brave and strong.

nayuta:

who wins? nobody.

✣ nayuta specializes in stealthily dealing with people rather than physically, as shown by when he pickpockets those thugs for shiki. and even then, he doesn’t really feel like exerting the energy needed to pin you down most of the time. so what's his solution? act like a big baby. the second you launch at him or anything of the sort, he’ll whip out the pout and puppy-dog eye combo with the full knowledge it tugs at your heartstrings. he’s so unbearably cute that you just give up and smother him in hugs and kisses instead, something he’d much rather participate in.

satsuki:

who wins? you.

satsuki is actively terrified a simple hug from him will hurt you, you think he’d ever fight back? he’ll be surprised for a moment when you jump onto his back and almost go to retaliate before realizing it’s you and instead stiffening from such blatant contact. there’s a moment where he’s scared you’re mad at him and that’s why you attacked him, but once you explain you’re just playing around he’ll stand there and take whatever you give him. he’s a relatively built guy so the chance you do any actual harm is minimal, and he'll just be elated you're acting so adorably around him. the raging blush on his face has a higher chance of KOing him than you do.

zen: who wins? him, but he tried to let you win.

this man is built like a brick wall. there is 0% chance you’d be able to knock him down or do him much damage at all if you’re just playing with him. he’ll look at you with a little bit of confusion while you struggle to try and get him to budge. it turns into a smile when you drum your fists against his chest while complaining about how he’s too damn muscular. “alright then,” he’ll laugh and relax his body to give you a better chance, “do your worst, love.” it ends with him apologizing profusely for the way you landed on your ass when trying to push him over. 

yuto:

who wins? hancho.

yuto on his own is a bit of an easy target. sure, he’s a prison guard but you’re not a prisoner and he wouldn’t want to harm you. besides, he kinda leaves “cop mode” behind once he’s home with you so it would be a huge shock to him when you sneak up and tackle him down on the couch. he’ll stammer and blush while you straddle his hips with his wrists pinned above his head, and your victory looks to be assured when a familiar red glint appears in his eyes. “where’s all that bark from before?” hancho will growl in your ear with a smirk on his face as you wriggle helplessly beneath him. 

[kanatamour]

A MILLION MILES AWAY.

“My soul is always with you.”

ft. Sugasano Allen, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner, Yatonokami Kanata, Yatonokami Nayuta x fem! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, comfort.

Hey, nonnie ! You requested on my previous blog and I’m very sorry this took me forever, I still hope you can enjoy it, hun <3

ଓ SUGASANO ALLEN

— To ever enthusiastic Allen, the fact you have hearing hypersensitivity is so cool.

— To him, it’s almost like a superpower, how you can catch up on the faintest of sounds, even discerning their subtlety in all kinds of songs.

— So, it is not uncommon for him to ask you for advice when he’s composing BAE’s melodies.

— The way you can discern every variation in the symphony and how you always know what’s the best combination for it with the lyrics, never fails to leave your boyfriend speechless.

— In these instances, maroon eyes stare at you, lovestruck, the hue on his cheeks not so different as he gets a little lost in you as you compose.

— However, all gifts came at a price.

— Because your sensitivity to sound happened to be a double edged sword.

— You just couldn’t attend lives.

— You had tried. More than once. And it ended terribly every single one of them.

— The sounds were too loud, and the bright lights didn’t help either with the overstimulation the loud music already caused you.

— No matter how hard you tried to calm down, your breathing became shallow, ragged, as if your lungs were closing in.

— And you hate it. You hate you can’t be there to see your partner on stage from the first row, after how passionate he is with hip-hop, and after all he’s gone through to pursue it.

— But Allen does not only love hip-hop.

— He loves you, above all else.

— And he understands what it’s like to feel like you can’t endure it anymore, like you’re going to suffocate and like everything’s too much.

— His trap reactions are quite bad, after all.

— And he doesn’t want the one he loves so deeply to have to experience something similar to it.

— So he understands and he would never hold it against you.

— Now you wait for him, the covers of his bed snug around you, as you hold your phone screen before you.

— Earphones on, you watch intently, as BAE steps on stage.

— A phoenix flies over the audience, and a wide smile spreads on your face.

— This is the song you composed together, and you know, with it, your lover will shine as bright as his illusion does.

ଓ HAJUN YEON

— You didn’t want him to find out.

— Hajun is perfect, and you’re honored as it is that he wanted you as his girlfriend.

— For you to be this sensitive to sound… You know you’d end up making trouble for him if you went to one of his lives.

— So at first you make excuses.

— You tell him you have appointments or work on the days and time BAE have their lives.

— You feel bad for lying to him like this, but you just don’t know how to tell him.

— What if he thinks you’re stupid? What if he gets tired of you? What if he leaves you and hates you?

— These are the thoughts racing through your muddled mind as you stare at your laptop’s screen, waiting for the site where you watch all of Hajun’s stage concerts to load.

— It is strange, it’s not working… Perhaps the connexion’s just bad?

— While you’re immersed in your own tribulations, you suddenly hear the front door opening, making you jump and stand up straight.

— “Well, well, well, what is my princess doing here? Didn't she have work today?”

— “H-hajun… Didn’t you have a performance now?” You manage, averting your eyes from his vermillion ones. In the mischief shining through his sharp eyes, you know you’ve been set up.

— “I… I’m… I’m sorry…” You finally mumble, head lowered.

— A slender finger hooks under your chin.

— “Don’t look away from me, sweetheart.” He whispers, in the dimly lit space between. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

— And in that moment, you see your own fear reflected in his eyes.

— The fear of abandonment, of being left behind, not loved or needed anymore.

— “I’m very sensitive to sounds, especially loud ones. So coming to see you live is impossible for me. I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you.” Your voice breaks a little, your vision becoming blurry with tears.

— “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to be with someone as weak as me, so I-“

— Your words are cut off the moment your boyfriend’s arms wrap around you.

— “Don’t. Don’t say it. Because that will never happen. You’re not weak, dear. And I’d never ever think of not being with you.” Hajun’s own voice falters, his hold on you tightening. “I knew there was something going on. I’m sorry for not asking sooner.”

— After that, you never need to come up with more alibis to justify your absence.

— Your lover gets you the best (and most expensive too, probably) iPad and headset ever, so you can comfortably follow BAE’s lives from home.

— And of course, when he gets back home, he gives you plenty of affection (and teasing too). But that is a story just you and him are privy to, and is reserved for another day.

ଓ ANNE FAULKNER

— Anne is quite emotionally perceptive, so they pick up on the fact that something about physically going to live shows affects you.

— You hadn’t planned on letting them know so soon, but honestly, who can resist Anne’s comforting and kind aura?

— So you explain, how the loud music of the stage feels a hundredfold louder inside your head, to the point where it even… scares you.

— That being the same reason you don’t usually show up at CANDY Club either.

— Your partner understands, hazel eyes taking you in with tenderness.

— They sit next to you on the living room’s couch, arms wrapped around you. The scent of your lover’s perfume was too strong to some, but to you, it’s the known comfort of a hypnotizing field of poppies.

— “[Y/n]”. Anne calls. “What’s worrying you, hun?” Their hands trace soothing patterns along your back, the motions easing the heaviness of your heart, if only a little.

— You let out a sigh, shoulders sagging as you exhale some pressure out of you.

— “I feel bad, Anne… Because, well, you’re such a good partner, but I can never come to your lives or to the club you work at.”

— Their loving gaze is trained on you, head slightly tilted to the side. An invitation to go on. The promise to be by your side, no matter what.

— “My hearing… well, it’s above the usual, so i’m extremely sensitive to sound. For me to be in a space with loud music… It’s practically impossible. That is why I can never be at concerts to cheer you on. But I promise, I follow every single one of them from home, and you’re always stunning when you’re up there, Anne.”

— They smile, knowingly.

— “Why didn’t you say so sooner, baby?” BAE’s fashion icon asks, leaving an outline of vibrant lipstick when they kiss your cheek.

— “Please, never feel guilty or bad because of this. I love you more than anything, and that will never change.” They finish, eyes framed in fuchsia earnest when they meet yours.

— “But aaghh! I missed so many chances to do your makeup and hair! You’re following the lives anyway, no matter if it’s from home, so that calls for a cute outfit and eyeliner to match!

— Airy laughter fills the room. With Anne, there was no way negative emotions could ever get to you.

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

— At first, he’s hurt.

— Why is it that you never come to see him and his brother perform?

— Are you just another rich brat? Are you looking down on them? Do you not support the one thing that sheds a little light in his life?

— And you are hurt too.

— Because you’d want nothing more than to be there, cheering him on, your smile, the first thing he sees when he looks at the audience.

— And then he realizes. It’s not that you don’t want. Rather, that you can’t.

— It only takes a thunderstorm for him to notice.

— You had always been skittish when you spent nights at his apartment and a train passed by, the tracks shaking and rattling.

— But this… You are trembling.

— “Hey, it’s just a storm, we’ll be safe in here.” Kanata tries, watching you bundled beneath the blanket you two shared when you slept with him.

— Your hold on the cloth tightens.

— “I-it’s not that, Kanata… I-it’s so loud, too loud… My head feels like it’ll split…”

— Oh.

— So it’s loud sounds you can’t handle.

— Thinking back on it, it is true you always turned the volume down when you two shared earphones, or asked him to do the same thing every time he showed you a new song.

— So that is why…

— Kanata’s arms wrap around you, pulling you up in a sitting position, nuzzled against his chest.

— The softness and warmth of both the blanket and his embrace engulf you. Like this, the storm feels a little more faraway.

— “I’ll protect you, [Y/n]. This is why you could never make it to our stage performances, isn’t it?” Your boyfriend inquires, his tone soft, uncharacteristically so, barely above a whisper.

— You nod, covering your ears as another thunderbolt besieges the slums.

— “Shhh, it’s all good, I’m here, [Y/n]. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

— “Kanata…” You utter, tone shaky.

— His eyes widen the moment he sees a sheen of starlit tears on your lashline.

— “Oi, what’s wrong??” Your lover asks, clenching his jaw.

— “I’m sorry… You and Nayuta work so hard and I can never see you live… I always, always watch from home, but I’m sorry I’ve hurt you because I can’t really be there…”

— “Silly.” Kanata cuts you off, with a smile that’s a bit sad, but still ethereal. “You don’t have to apologize. I want you to be safe, even if that means you can’t come to stage battles because it’s too noisy in there.”

— He holds you a little tighter, slipping over your ears the headphones he uses when he’s writing songs.

— The storm quiets down, and his arms keep you safe.

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

— He thinks it’s cool you have that hearing hypersensitivity.

— For two main reasons: you always seem to pick up on steps approaching whenever bad guys are around; and because, similarly to Allen, he finds it so amazing how you can discern so many different notes in music.

— Also, because whenever you two spend time on the rooftop, Nayuta loves the way you seem to hear the wind, how you say it carries songs, different feelings relied depending on the color of the sky he always loved to look at.

— Even so, he’s not as fond of the sad smile you offer him every time he has a stage battle.

— Because you both know, it’s impossible for you to be able to go.

— But to Nayuta, the effort you make to support Cozmez even when you can’t be present speaks volumes.

— You’ve invested in a phone good enough to be able to reproduce audio and video in high quality, so that, no matter when or where, you can watch and support them from afar.

— Nayuta is very passionate about music, so don’t be surprised if he asks you to be the first one to listen to his and his brother’s music and ask you for your honest opinion.

— Your boyfriend is quite calm and detached, that quality being a point in your favor.

— You smile to yourself, he reminds you a little of a cat sometimes; he takes naps in unlikely places, likes to hang around the quiet of a building that feels closer to the sky than to the grey dull concrete, and has fluffy hair.

— You love running your hands through it when the sounds of daily life overwhelm you, it calms you down.

— In the same way, when the intense cacophony of sounds seems to be at war in your mind, Nayuta’s heartbeat manages to relax you every single time.

— The sky overhead is filled with stars that remind you of the color of his eyes.

— There is no moon on the indigo expanse above, and yet, that’s alright.

— You don’t need it, not when your brightest star holds you so gently.

— Your real star, this time. Every beat of his heart, a reassurance of it.

— The sofa placed on the high building’s rooftop is dusty, but neither of you care.

— You are together in this moment, a sea of constellations singing their silent love song for you.

— The world is at peace, the quiet only wrinkled by your call of his name.

— “Nayuta?” You utter, eyes fluttering open, just him and the stars mirrored in them.

— “Hm?”

— “Thank you.” You smile, one of your hands fleetingly caressing his cheek.

— His answer comes in the form of a smile, the sliver of moon missing from the sky above.

— The world is quiet and you are with him.

— In the starlight, the silence of the hour dances with his heart.

[lyraofthestarsss]

Excited for season 3 of Paradox Live where they add four more groups and they make an updated Rap Guerrilla that’s 20 minutes long

[oinkoink321]

bruh the ending for there paradox live anime was so silly, HOWEVER- I think the whole power of friendship and singing to almost dead Kanata was much needed after Aot and jjk. (I’m going insane I love them sm)

[azul-marie]

hi! If ask box is open,can i ask for Zen dating headcanons? because this man deserve more love

hello! thank you for requesting. i adore zen bunches — he definitely deserves much love. enjoy, and be well. ❤️

note: fem. reader

genre: romance/fluff.

characters: gaho zen.

zen:

isn’t very experienced with dating/romance before meeting you, but is very enthusiastic about building a strong bond. may be the type to rush into certain milestones, but treat him well — it’s only because he’s so enamored that he wants to spend every moment he can with you.

zen is a gentle presence concerning the balance of your relationship, whether you happen to be more assertive or equally as docile. he often puts your needs/wants above his shall they differ, happily satisfying you first. it is very apparent that he is wrapped securely around your finger, but with regards to healthy limits; zen appreciates someone who considers his needs just as lovingly.

he has no preference as to whether you enjoy working out/exercising or not, and won’t let it get in the way of being with you. he isn’t particularly picky about appearances, so long as you’re soft and wonderful in his eyes. (also, he likes showing off for you.)

immediately notices whenever you sneak away one of his hoodies to “borrow” for a time. it’s often difficult finding clothing in his size, so he tends to keep better care of his favorite pieces to avoid damaging them. zen loves seeing you in his clothes nevertheless, but will let you know whether they’re safe to borrow for the night.

always, always cries during sad movies, even ones you’ve watched before. please expect to comfort him for the rest of the day.

cooking together is a daily routine. zen loves cooking for and with you, and is open to learning new recipes or cuisines, especially if you belong to a different culture/ethnicity. he tends to like more healthy approaches to food, but is happy to break his diet whenever something looks too good to pass up on.