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paraliveimaginesblog · 6 months

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Together (How clingy are they?):

Hajun Yeon:

This is something he struggled with, seeming at times like he didn’t even care about you being around at all. You weren’t hurt at the concept he wasn’t thinking of you every hour of the day, he was certainly a busy man with revenge and hip hop on the brain, but sometimes it felt like he just didn’t care about you. It’s far from the truth but Hajun finds it hard to formulate the words, his saliva tasted like acid whenever he has to openly admit the importance you hold in his life. It felt like admitting a weakness, like he was only hurting himself in the end by subjecting himself to romance, yet he couldn’t stay away from you. He told you as smoothly as he said all his other flirty lines that he didn’t mind if you wanted to move in, another punch in his gut despite it being something he did want.

Iori Suiseki:

Iori has enough going on at all times that he doesn’t want you involved in that you have a healthy amount of time apart, maybe even too much when he’s busier at the club than normal. It can get a little lonely on both of your sides but Iori’s always willing to work to spend more time together, even if it’s just a few minutes here and there. Getting to see you at all is a breath of fresh air and reminding him that you’re a real, tangible person who’s face he can grab and whose lips he can kiss relieved him of some of his relationship anxiety. He wouldn’t mind spending much more time with you but he is a man who needs his solitude, happy to go on walks by himself or to spend time with Zen or the others while you’re with your own friends.

Kanata Yatonokami:

Not quite as clingy as he was with Nayuta, there are still situations where you might be wishing for a moment alone while Kanata thinks it’s best to stick close. He disliked you walking away from him while you were fighting and even if he agreed to give you a second, he wants to at least know where you’re going in case he has to check up on you. You don’t know why he micromanages when he doesn’t care about your independence any other time but there’s a deep-seated fear within him that whispered in his ear you could disappear just like his brother did once, with a more permanent outcome because he couldn’t get lucky twice. Even when not fighting, he doesn’t get sick of you being around all the time and is perfectly content to spend most hours of the day with you (even while making music as long as you weren’t a complete distraction).

Kenta Mikoshiba:

It partially has to do with being behind bars but he can’t help but communicate with you almost every second of the day, sending messages consistently throughout the day, getting anxious when you don’t reply quick enough. He didn’t think he was clingy but emotionally, he relied on you a great deal to both stroke his ego and soothe the depressing thoughts that he had on occasion. He didn’t want you to be some mindless drone who just tided him over with fake words, but he wanted to know you heard and saw him as he was, willing to support him anyway. Kenta does need to learn some emotional regulation as it can lead to a situation where you feel weighed down by his constant communication but it did mark you as special, since he didn’t reply or bother with anyone like this often (if ever).

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yatonekoami · 2 months

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Sk8r boi.

Featuring. Kanata Yatonokami x Fem! Reader.

Your skateboarding lesson ended up being more than just that.

Tags: romantic fluff, Kanata is soft and protective.

🛹 - Dedicated to my dear Kanata lovers @koumeowkami @ahskp and @kanyata 💜 I hope you guys like this.

Light dyed in a myriad of lilac and mauve follows you around as you rush towards the beaten up sofa of his apartment.

Had this been anyone else, he would have rolled around and kept sleeping.

But the lavender infinity in his gaze found its horizon always in you.

No matter how much he pouted or grumbled, “no” wasn’t a word that existed in his vocabulary when it came to you.

Your hand reaches out, gently shaking his shoulder, his worn skateboard rattling against the floor as you try to wake your boyfriend.

A groan escapes his lips.

You giggle, expression tender as you observe his frown and scrunched up nose.

Lashes seemingly threaded of moonlight rest against his pale cheekbones.

To you, he had always been an angel, troubled by the gravity that mercilessly made him plummet on this cold, twisted world.

But you were always there to break his fall.

“Kanata!” You call, kneeling beside his sleeping figure. “Wake up, it’s evening already!”

Another groan, followed by his arm unconsciously wrapping around your shoulders.

“ ‘S too early…” He mumbles, tightening his hold on you.

You chuckle. Your boyfriend was always too adorable when he was sleepy. His clinginess for you showed, and you loved it a little too much.

“Kanata… You’re squishing me…” You laugh, muffled by his hold. “It’s evening now, look, look, the sun is already setting!”

“It’s too cold.” He replies, curling up closer by your side.

“Please?” You pout, playfully, resting your forehead against his, your hand finding his own.

You can hear him sigh, those violet eyes you loved so much finally catching the rosy daylight of sundown.

“You want something, don’t you?” Kanata questions, knowingly, resting his hand on top of your head, softly ruffling your hair.

“Pretty please?” You confirm, showing him his skateboard.

“You want to go skateboarding now? You don’t even know how…” Kanata’s voice is slightly hoarse from sleep, hair tousled as he rests his cheek on his palm.

“That’s the point! I want to learn and I want you to teach me.” You insist.

Despite the determination in your tone, your lover purses his lips.

He remembers the bruises that used to litter his body when he got on a skateboard for the first time.

Black and blue is not a combination he’d like to see imprinted on your skin.

“You’ll fall.” Comes Kanata’s deadpan expression.

I can’t bear to see you get hurt. Are the words he made his heart keep silent.

You whine, tugging on his hand, an indication you want him to get up.

“I’ll be okay! Kanata, you’ll be with me…”

He finally sits up, and there’s nothing but adoration in his eyes when he next lays them on you.

To you, having him by your side equals being safe. How could someone like him be so lucky to find your light when his world was dimming?

“Tsk, fine…” Your boyfriend agrees, finally, as you squeal and wrap your arms around him.

It’s worth it, if you are going to look this happy, he supposes.

—

“D-don’t let go…” You utter, trembling, as you attempt to keep your balance, body stiff, arms stretched out.

Faint beams of sun filter in between the old buildings, akin to strings holding you together as you try not to fall.

“Don’t be silly, of course I’m not letting you go.” Kanata assures you, while his hands are positioned on your waist.

Gaze averted, his face burns; he’s cuddled with you endless times, why is holding you like this flustering him so much?

He sighs, extending a hand towards you instead.

“Let’s try it from another side.” He suggests.

Both of his hands clutch yours firmly, yet with enough gentleness that if you wanted so, you could easily pull away.

With him, it feels safe. And even if you were to topple over, you know you’d find his arms already stretched out to catch you.

“O-okay… I think I got this…”

As much as you’re struggling to only propel yourself a few centimeters and with his help, Kanata can’t help but linger for a little on the thought of how cute you look right now.

Your hands grab onto his tightly, as if he was your lifeline, which right now, (and always) he pretty much is.

“Alright, good, now, push against the floor with your other foot and then put it back up on the board.” Your boyfriend instructs, one of his hands still in yours, while the other hovers nearby.

“Like this- Woah!” Is everything you have time to articulate before you’re bracing yourself for impact, your balance lost in an instant.

Except you land against something softer than you had expected.

Someone.

“I got you.” The voice you loved to hear in angsty lyrics or in the gilded first light of a new day reassures. “I told you I wouldn’t let you go.”

From your position, leaning on his chest, you stare up at him, the relief of finding his embrace instead of harsh concrete, palpable in your features.

You know you’re staring.

You can’t look away.

Your eyes are fixated on Kanata, and yet, you could swear you’re looking at a piece of twilight skies descended just for you.

Strands of silver hair mirroring the purple heaven above sway with the dusk breeze around his shoulders, eyelashes of the same color framing eyes that look at you with equal parts affection and concern.

That gaze of his.

It had always been your weakness; hyacinth petals aflutter amidst a snowy night. So many words hidden in it. He was always better at actions, after all.

Suddenly, his grip tightens around your arms, pulling you upright.

In the silence shared between you and the setting sun, Kanata’s focus is solely on you. A wave of relief washes over him when he makes sure no bruises marr your exposed knees.

“Why did you decide to wear that to come skateboarding?” He grumbles, glancing in the direction of your plaid skirt. “I mean it’s cute- No that’s-“ He lets out a sigh. “You could have easily gotten hurt.” He finally manages, cheeks the same shade dried rose petals stained the pages of a priced diary.

Your hands reach out to cradle his cheeks, gently brushing a few stray lilac locks away from his eyes.

“I knew I’d be safe with you here, Kanata.” Is the soft utterance you confess to reassure him, right as your lips softly brush his.

When you part, you feel a force pulling you against your lover’s chest again, the lips you had just grazed now chasing after you fervently.

You don’t hesitate to kiss him back, the desperation spelled in his every touch known by heart to you at this point.

You’d need way more skateboarding lessons, Kanata thinks, as one of his hands cups the back of your head, his sharper canines slightly nibbling on your lower lip.

And if this is how all of them end up, he’ll take his time teaching you.

For now, though, he’ll just let himself smile into the sweetness of you.

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seangelfish · 2 months

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WHEN THEIR S/O IS SICK

Featured characters: Kanata Yatonokami, Nayuta Yatonokami ♡ Tags: Headcanons and scenarios, fluff, established relationships, fem reader ♡ Word count: 685 ♡ Synopsis: How the twins take care of you when you're sick. A/N: Wahhh, I love them so much. I'm in love, truly.

KANATA YATONOKAMI

Kanata is never going to leave your side unless it's for something important. He berates you for getting sick, but it's only because he's extremely worried about you.

He'll spoon-feed you if you refuse to eat. He understands that you might not have an appetite right now, but he doesn't want you to starve. He even helps you when you need to drink water. As he lifts your head with one hand, the other holds the glass as he gently pours the water into your mouth.

He keeps to the schedule for when you need to take your medicine, so he reminds you each time. He'll spoon-feed you that too.

But most of the time, he'll just sit beside you – facing you. He lets you hold his hand as you drift to sleep. He won't move from his space especially if his mind is now preoccupied with many thoughts of you, hoping that you'll get better soon.

If he needs to write songs, then he'll have his laptop with him, but he'll keep by your side with headphones on, completely silent.

At times when you're asleep, he'll stroke your face, admiring how peaceful you look when you're not coughing your lungs out. He can't help but smile at this and even kisses you softly on your forehead. Thankfully, you won't ever get to witness that.

"K-Kanata..." you weakly say, reaching out for him.

He takes your hand in his. "What is it? Do you need anything?"

"Am... I... going to die?" you joke.

"Hey, don't talk like that...!" he hisses, pulling on your cheeks.

"Hehe, I'm just messing with you~" you laugh.

He sighs, squeezing your hand a little. "(Y/N), get well soon, okay?"

You smile as you bring his hand to your cheek, making him cup it. And he lets you – of course he does.

"Thank you for staying with me," you whisper.

"Mhm. I'll always stay with you."

NAYUTA YATONOKAMI

Nayuta's always been taken care of by Kanata, so it's finally his time to shine and take care of you! He wants to be seen as caring and responsible, so he'll do anything in his might to do so.

Like Kanata, he'll spoon-feed you if needed, but he's going to be really cheeky about it. He'll treat you like a kid as a joke, but he's just so fond of you that he finds the situation kind of cute.

He'll leave you alone if you need to rest, but when you wake up, he's already sitting beside you. He always greets you, asking how you're feeling. He's not one to stay beside you 24/7 because he thinks you need space, but he's always checking up on you as you never truly leave his mind.

But if you do want him to stay by your side for that long, then he will. He knows what it's like to be in your position, and having company always comforts him.

When you're awake and bored out of your mind though, he'll accompany you to watch videos on his phone together. Other times, he'll just tell you stories of his past or what he did the other day. He wants to keep you entertained, to make you laugh and smile. After all, being sick isn't fun.

He wants to hold you so bad, but he knows he can't otherwise he might get sick too. But that doesn't mean he didn't try to...

In the meantime, all he could do is draw circles on your palm; sometimes, lightly kissing your temple even when you tell him off.

"(Y/N), get well quickly, alright?" Nayuta says softly, peeling an apple for you. "I miss cuddling you..."

"Haha, is that the only reason why you want me to get better?"

"Heh, of course not. I want to see you back on your feet and healthy." He cuts the apple into slices. "Here. Now open wide~"

"Nooo, I can do it myself."

"I'm not letting you. Come on, (Y/N), be a good girl."

You roll your eyes but giggle, letting him plop the slice into your mouth.

"Thank you, Nayuta... for taking care of me."

"Anything for you," he replies, smiling.

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kanatamour · 4 months

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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.

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seasidefallenangel · 6 months

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10. "A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it." with Kanata, pls? ✨️ boy deserves all the kisses

10.) a hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

“your shirt is on backwards, dumbass.” kanata glares at your words from your kitchen whilst you continue scrolling through your phone, used to how frantic he gets when he’s away from nayuta for too long. he hadn’t meant to fall asleep at your place last night, but your passionate rant on why exactly the villain in the anime you two were watching was hot because of the crimes he committed served well to lull him to sleep. now, it’s nearly noon the next day and your boyfriend is trying to rush back home despite his twin’s texts that the world hadn’t caved in because kanata was gone for one night.

he debates leaving the house without saying anything else out of sheer pettiness but ultimately decides to be grateful you even told him. shoving his arms through the sleeves and twisting it around to face forward, he makes his way to your spot on the couch with narrowed eyes before speaking to you.

“you’re annoying, you know that?” you glance up at him with a playful smirk to meet his annoyed gaze. “yeah, but you love me anyway.” he decides not to comment on that.

a small huff escapes his mouth before he leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips, almost out of character if you didn’t know any better. despite the chasteness of it, it’s hard not to feel kanata’s love when he makes an effort to show affection. he pulls back and flicks on you on the forehead, ignoring your whine when he says, “i’ll see you later tonight,” and grabs his water bottle from the night before on the coffee table.

he makes his way to the entrance of your house and opens the door, turning around to wave at you one last time. you miss the twitch of his eye when you call back out to him with your annoyingly teasing voice. “i’ll see you later, pookie-bear!” your yelp resonates through the living room when the water bottle comes flying back to hit you in the head.

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oinkoink321 · 4 months

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

(Also Merry Christmas guys!!!)

#cozmez #kanata yatonokami #nayuta yatonokami #nayuta #kanata x reader #yatonokami kanata #paradox live #paralive #paralive imagines #pararai #paradox live x reader

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azul-marie · 1 year

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— affection//touch.

fem. reader. suggestive content.

he, who buries his face into your chest, your shoulders and neck, the longing for closeness never lost on you. whose lips touch faintly the apples of your cheeks and the outline of your collarbone, featherlight in desire. shy as it may seem, his grip around you is tight, tight, tight, his actions timid but his body brash, a possessive physicality hardly matched by the whispered words of love spoken into your ears. he, who loves through touch, never straying from your side if given a chance or two. he, always preparing words too soft to admit, only able to express himself in the closeness of you.

yohei, shiki, shogo, kei, satsuki rosho, jyushi, doppo, jiro

he, whose laughter and kisses match in ferocity, in strength, in ardent love reserved only for you. there is light and life behind his every whim, acts of spontaneity his expression of love. there is never a time he is not flaunting or gushing over every little thing you do; you are his whole joy and his heart. how else may he show this but by kisses so deep it makes your head spin in space, the kinds that end in breathless grins and bruising lips. lovebites litter such lovely skin, marring colors meant to show his devotion. it is not you who belongs to him. it is he, with sunshine in his smile and starlight in his eyes, that is yours, all yours, evermore and always.

allen, rokuta, toma, zen, ryu ichiro, kuko, sasara, dice, hifumi

he, who runs teeth and tongue alike over your lips, the curve of your breast and those spots beneath your throat that make your back arch. a touch of fingertips, here and there, a stroke of a hand over the expanse of your body, taking delight in your sweet soft skin and the sensations it brings. he, who offers to warm you rather than the clothes you wear, whose body melds with yours until one is one alike. he who is so bold, so assured, confident that he is in control, that he loses track of how easily you take over every and all thoughts he has at once. a muse, a goddess, worthy of worship, and he a devotee eternal.

hajun, iori, shion, hancho, chungsung samatoki, jyuto, hitoya, ramuda, rei

#multi #paradox live headcanons #paralive headcanons #paradox live imagines #paralive imagines #paradox live #paralive #hypnosis microphone imagines #hypnosis mic imagines #hypmic imagines #hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #been wanting to try this format lately! hopefully it looks nice haha #tbh this was a really spontaneous writing session so i’m sorry not all the boys were included!!#i just picked the ones i thought matched well to each paragraph 👀

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moonartemisia · 3 months

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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*

#paradox live #paradox live oc #hajun yeon x oc #hajun yeon #dongha yeon #yeon hajun #yeon dongha #pararai #paralive #paralive imagines #elisepostings (_ _ ) . . z Z

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seizingthesky · 7 months

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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?

#plant asks #hajun yeon #yeon hajun #paradox live #paralive #hajun yeon x reader #yeon hajun x reader #paralive imagine #paralive x reader #paradox live x reader #hajun x reader #bae paralive #paradox live bae #paradox live hajun

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lyraofthestarsss · 5 months

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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

#this is a joke but I can totally see this happening #imagine an hour long rap guerrilla #paradox live #paralive

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paraliveimaginesblog · 7 months

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hello can I request hdcs fluff for yuto, iori, hajun and allen being woken up with tender kisses all over their face from their partner :'3, grateful for all your paralive writings <33

Allen Sugasano:

It’s hard to kiss him through the blanket but once you finally managed to pull him out of his sleepy little cocoon, you can’t resist. He doesn’t mind it as much as he groaned (as his contempt was mostly for having to be awake when he had barely gotten a few hours of sleep). He is used to be yelled at or rolled off his bed so he’ll take your kisses, leaning into your touch and mumbling a sleepy ‘where did you go?’ when you stopped kissing him so he’d finally get out of bed.

Hajun Yeon:

Hajun always teased you when you were affectionate with him, despite the fact you were very much dating and this was an entirely normal thing to do. He asked how deep your love for him went, a heavy question for such an early morning show, but he didn’t exactly expect an answer. You responded with more kisses, trying not to laugh as he turned his head here or there to show you spots you missed as ‘you better be efficient and cover everything if you’re going to be my wake-up call’.

Iori Suiseki:

Iori can’t help but laugh, thinking it’s a pretty quick way to get him up. He can’t resist pulling you into his arms, sometimes having you tumble right back into bed with him. There’s a few moments of bargaining where he tried to convince you to just fall back asleep with him, but once that doesn’t work he accepted his prize of more kisses instead. He might even consider waking you up like that, if he could ever get the jump on you by waking up earlier that is.

Yuto Inukai:

Yuto thinks it’s the nicest way he’s ever been woken up. Sometimes he even thinks he’s still dreaming, and after a long, hard day at work he wondered if he could request more of those tender face kisses to help him sleep. He wondered what he had done to deserve someone as loving as you but at times he doesn’t want to question it, simply enjoying the love you showed him and coming up with his own ways to give you love in return.

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live Imagines #Paralive Imagines #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive x Reader #Allen Sugasano #Hajun Yeon #Iori Suiseki #Yuto Inukai #allen sugasano x reader #hajun yeon x reader #yuto inukai x reader #iori suiseki x reader

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Take my hand, don't let me go.

Featuring. Kanata Yatonokami, Nayuta Yatonokami, Kei Miyama, Shion Kaida x GN! Reader.

What does it feel like, to hold his hand?

Tags: romantic fluff, headcanons.

♡ KANATA YATONOKAMI

— His hands are considerably svelte, despite the roughness and calluses brought by a life of hardships.

— Just as the rest of him, he really doesn’t pay much attention to them, and yet it’s undeniable they are pretty.

— You wonder, how come his skin is always silky smooth when he doesn’t bother with hand creams and has no qualms with getting his hands dirty to protect the ones he loves (read, you and Nayuta) or get his job done.

— You pout as you ask him exactly that, as you walk hand in hand through the cluttered neighborhood in the slums; the last rays of crepuscular light filter through the buildings, clothes hanging on a drying thread decadently beautiful when they sway on the wind.

— Kanata was always beautiful, but, in this light, he looks nothing short of an angel. A fallen angel, discarded by lady luck and the fates, now descended into your arms, his decaying tainted wings soaring to sunnier skies by your side.

— “Not fair… Why are your hands so soft?” You ask, lips scrunched up as you come to a stop and slot your fingers between his.

— Cozmez’s elder blushes at the contact of your two palms.

— “Adorable.” You think, closing your fingers around his.

— “It’s not like they’re that soft.” He grumbles, looking to the side, locks of silver lilac blooms merging with the dusk sky.

— “They’re pretty too…” You trail off, gently grasping one of his hands in between your two, as you tenderly caress the protruding tendons and veins.

— “H-hey, stop it!” Your boyfriend wails, face not unlike the ruddy hue of the setting sun.

— You smile softly, putting his warm palm against your cheek.

— “Your hands are so pretty, Kanata… Just as you are.” You mumble, leaving a kiss to the inner side of his wrist.

— And because Yatonokami Kanata was easily flustered, despite the frown he showed the world, he takes the back of your head and leans you close to his chest.

— His heartbeat is wild, much in the way he is, a rose with steel thorns and midnight petals, some of them wilted; yet to those who approach it with care and true love in their hearts, it awards them with the sweetest scent and a whimsical view.

— You’re never letting go.

♡ NAYUTA YATONOKAMI

— Like Kanata, has naturally pretty hands.

— Slender than Kanata’s, with veins slightly more marked in color, the blue hue reminding you of the skies he called “not as beautiful as you.”

— Sometimes, you give him your bow hair tie to keep it for you. And of course, your lover likes wearing it around his wrist. You can’t resist holding hands with him when he does that, swinging them happily as you walk. It’s adorable how he chuckles every time his eyes inevitably focus on your smile.

— You find it so cute how Nayuta’s hands get easily red with the cold.

— And because he definitely has a mischievous side, he always adored holding your face when his skin was freezing.

— You gasp, a whine of “Nayuuutaa!” escaping you, his cute laughter enough to make you think you would let him put his freezing hands beneath your shirt.

— “You always warm up my heart and my hands. You’re cute.” He says, effectively leaving you speechless.

— Your face buries in your boyfriend’s chest at the remark, he really is going to be the death of you.

— Other times, when you two are just hanging out on the rooftop, you love seeing his fingers splayed out against the bright blue sky.

— As if reaching out, hoping to catch a drifting dream, you love to stretch out your own hand next to his, pinkies touching.

— It’s funny, how the gesture is enough to make your own heart flutter, when you’re the one who initiated it.

— Your cheeks burn, not unlike the blinding sunshine above, when you realize Nayuta’s lavender gaze is set on you.

— Because who cared about blue skies and sunny days when he had you by his side?

— Not him, that’s for sure, the moment his lips tease the corner of yours.

♡ KEI MIYAMA

— All of him is the embodiment of perfection; a picture perfect angel, seemingly descended upon this earth just to grace you with his candid light.

— And the way he holds you is no exception.

— His hands are soft, gentle; the hands of a man born to create melodies, light dancing at the tip of his fingertips with every added note.

— You adore his svelte fingers entwined with yours, the memory of wintry leaves swaying across a sunny sky so vivid when his hands hold yours.

— The way his phantometal bracelet envelops his wrist makes you jealous at times, prompting you to slip your fingers beneath it, caressing his peachy skin in that area.

— Your lover’s reactions are demure, elegant, much like everything he does, but you never miss the rosy blooms flowering on his cheeks when you two are intimate like this.

— It’s undeniable 1Nm8’s leader has beautiful hands, and you love making him try on your own accessories.

— Maybe you’re a fool, but you can’t take your eyes off his slim fingers when you put one of your silver rings on them; you hope one day, you’ll wear matching ones.

— “My love? Is there anything wrong?” He asks, when you fall silent, those slate eyes framed by the rays of sunrise searching for your gaze in concern.

— You start, hand squeezing his with tenderness.

— “Nothing, nothing…” You trail off, a subtle smile tugging at your lips. “Just thinking about the future I suppose.”

— He returns the smile, turning your hand around in his soft grasp.

— “I hope you saw me in it.” He utters, thumb running over the back of your hand.

— You wonder how someone's touch can be so affectionate and leave your stomach all knotted up, the trajectory of butterflies over aurora skies aflutter up your heart.

— You finally nod, playing with your ring still around his finger.

♡ SHION KAIDA

— Mans is canonically attractive; let’s not forget he seduces men and women of all ages.

— And, of course, he will use his hands to charm you, among other things.

— You were drawn in by his otherworldly aura at first, that ruby gaze fixated on you, half-lidded, as if you were the only one that existed to him in that moment.

— And well, how could you resist him? Not when his tall frame slightly bends over to whisper in your ear how pretty you are; not when his voice lures you in like a siren’s song.

— Not when his manicured hand trails over the edge of your jawline, dark polished index nail delicately tracing the edge of your painted lips.

— You know he is danger spelled in shades of moonlight over pomegranate seeds. And yet, you can’t resist his pull.

— The way his hands, lean, yet stronger than they look, hold your waist while his lips fervently lock with yours drives you crazy.

— You love trailing the contours of his sculpted bones when you two are just relaxing, the phantometal piece he wears on his left pinky hypnotizing you.

— And not only that, but on occasions like this, he often manages to leave you flustered; sometimes it’s him tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, fingertips lingering on your cheek for longer than necessary; other times it’s him putting his claw-like ring on your middle finger, whispering “for my rose” as he leaves a kiss behind your ear.

— Your favorite, however, are the tranquil nights in which you can relax together, his more vulnerable and sensitive side coming out in deep conversation while you paint his nails.

— A starry sky awaits for you just outside the window, but you’d rather lose yourself in the moonstone hue of his long fingers and the constellations he strings together with the emotions only you are privy to.

#paradox live #paradox live x reader #paradox live imagines #paradox live the animation #paralive #paralive imagines #paralive x reader #kanata yatonokami #nayuta yatonokami #kei miyama #shion kaida #kanata yatonokami x reader #nayuta yatonokami x reader #shion x reader #kei x reader #fluff #hailey writes

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seangelfish · 2 months

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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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kanatamour · 4 months

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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.

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take me down into your paradise 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

summary: spicy headcanons for kanata + iori

✣ his entire life, kanata has avoided physical contact with anyone with isn’t nayuta. getting him to hug and kiss you was a herculean task as is, so it’s going to be quite some time before he’s comfortable enough to have sex - and even then he’ll act like it was 100% your idea and he wants no part in it.

✣ it’s not so much he’s disinterested in sex rather that he’s unfamiliar with the desire in the first place. he’s been so laser focused on survival his whole life that he never had the luxury to become invested in relationships and he certainly wouldn’t even bother with a one night stand.

✣ which means that the first time you sleep together, you’ll have to guide him without making it explicitly obvious you’re doing so. you know he’s inexperienced, and he knows he’s experienced, but he’ll turn bitchy if it’s brought up.

✣ despite his lack of sexual history, kanata knows what he wants. and he is mean. he’s inherently kind of an asshole in general, and it only increases tenfold when he’s in a situation where he’s showing vulnerability. his hand rarely leaves your neck - cutting off your airflow every time you clench around him in a way that sends his mind haywire or when you look at him a little too affectionately with those lovelorn eyes.

✣ kanata will never outright tell you what kinks he has, but it’s easy to figure out. he’s a biter for sure, his fang sinking into the junction of your neck and drawing the slightest bit of blood. he’ll mutter a half-assed “sorry” and lick the wound before dragging his teeth across and nipping then repeating the process again.

✣ on the flip side, he dislikes overly flowery praise. rather than you telling him it feels good, he thinks you being unable to even speak coherently is a better compliment. he won’t whisper any sweet nothings to you either and instead opts to degrade you for being too loud, too annoying, for feeling far too incredible wrapped around his cock.

✣ as someone with a lot of pent up anger, kanata rarely finds healthy outlets to blow off some steam, and even then it’s not like he can do much with you when he lives with nayuta. so don’t be surprised when he shows up at your house in the middle of the night after a shitty day, not even letting you get a word in as he forces your door open and roughly grabs your jaw between his thumb and forefinger before angrily pressing his lips to yours ; as if it was somehow your fault that his errand for iori got fucked up.

✣ not only is he too young for kids but he’s not nearly emotionally mature enough to raise one, especially not where him and nayuta live right now. he knows this, yet every time he swears to himself he’ll pull out it gets shoved to the back of his mind when he sees the creamy ring around the base of his cock from your repeated orgasms. from there, everything is a haze as his hips meet yours at a near animalistic pace.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“would it kill you to shut the fuck up?”

kanata’s voice is a sharp growl as he harshly thrusts his hips against your aching cunt. every tear that slides down your cheeks pisses him off even more while also causing the burning in his chest to grow larger. he loves you - he’s sure of it - but he prefers to fuck you like he hates you. he doesn’t have to deal with how precious you look beneath him when he’s spitting out words of cruelty.

his lips meet yours in a rushed kiss and when you obediently open your mouth to let his tongue in, he can’t help but tighten the grip he has on your bruised neck. he’s so lucky to have you and he can’t stand it, it’d be so much easier if you just left him behind. but he knows you won’t, and he’d be an idiot to leave something so perfect, so he supposes he’ll have to do with ramming into you until you’re a babbling mess.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

✣ iori is a self proclaimed lover and not fighter, emphasis on the lover. (don’t believe him - he’s both.) he’s been around the block a few times but nothing permanent, moreso something to let off steam before going back to his hectic life. he swears up and down he’s done and over with seeking out flings now that he has you, not that you doubted him. on the bright side it means he’s more than skilled enough to properly take care of you in bed.

✣ a service top more than anything else. he’ll make sure you cum at least twice before he can even humor relieving himself, stating that your blissed out expression is ten times more satisfying than any orgasm he could have. he relishes in every overstimulated cry you let out and has half a mind to record it to listen to on repeat alone in his office.

✣ speaking of his office, simply seeing you walk through the door is enough to get him going. you’re not one of his hostesses but the idea entices him deeply no matter how taboo the “boss and employee” relationship dynamic might be. he lets his imagination run a little wild as he pins your arms to the top of his desk, gently gliding his finger over your clothed pussy. a self-satisfied smirk adorns his face while he coos at how easily you adhere to his whims and how maybe he can hire you. he has confidence that you’d rake in absurd amounts of cash but the idea of any other man admiring what belongs to him makes him a little antsy ; there’s no way his patrons wouldn’t walk out with a broken wrist for the lightest touch on your body so that idea is quickly thrown out the window.

✣ he hides his cruelty under the guise of adoration. your tears are the quickest way to get iori hard and the second he sees that misty look in your eyes as you orgasm from his fingers, he’s giving you no time to recover before harshly shoving his cock in. don’t believe his apologies ; that fanged smile he gives you tells you that he’d do it over and over again just to hear the way you whimper.

✣ iori eats pussy like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do - the type to say “thank you for the meal” before burying his face in your cunt for the next half hour. his eyes rarely look down, instead opting to stare up at the way you writhe for him and beg him to slow down, stop, let you breathe - none of which he listens to. it’ll be worth it in the end when you’re nice and prepped for him, so be a good girl and take it, okay?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

the ache in your legs only grows stronger as iori pushes your thighs past their limit for the sole purpose of eating you like a five course meal. his tongue dips and swirls into every possible spot he can reach, only coming up for a moment to nip at your thigh and look at you with a shit-eating grin.

“yanno, if you knew how good you taste, ya’d spend as much time down here as me,” is all he offers before diving back in, not planning on letting you go until his face is covered in your slick and you’re a trembling mess beneath him.

#paralive x reader #kanata yatonokami x reader #iori suiseki x reader #paralive scenarios #paradox live x reader #paralive imagines

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