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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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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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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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#paradox live #paralive #paradox live x reader #paralive x reader #bae x reader #cozmez x reader #allen sugasano x reader #hajun yeon x reader #anne faulkner x reader #kanata yatonokami x reader #x reader #x y/n #fanfic #fic #paralive imagines #paradox live imagines #paradox live headcanons #paralive headcanons

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seizingthesky · 7 months

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May I request "what if i hurt you?" prompt for Ryoga please? Thank you!!

GRRR BARK BARK SNARL GRRR BARK SNARL GRRRRRRR [the answer is yes and thank you for requesting this] also sorry I didn't go full nsfw with this but if you want me to then. Hehe. You can send another request. Mwah

SUGGESTIVE UNDER THE CUT.

Honestly, you couldn't blame Ryoga for not initiating too much affection with you. After all, he was inexperienced in almost every way, so you never really got angry with him. As endearing as it could be, though, it could also be irritating. It was especially so when you were so lonely and touch-starved while he was away; was it wrong to want a kiss every now and then? You didn't think so.

Which is precisely why you had pounced on Ryoga as soon as he got home that day, placing yourself right on his lap the moment he sat down on the couch. You couldn't help but chuckle as you could see the shock on his face- wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and parted lips. He looked cute like this, but that wasn't your main concern right now.

"Ryoga," you started, hands perched on his shoulders. "Why are you so nervous about touching me?" You got straight to the point in hopes that you could get an honest answer from him.

For a few moments, he was silent, his brows furrowing in slight confusion as he processed your question. Of course, he knew the answer already- he was scared of hurting you. Ryoga knew his own strength well, and even though he was positive you could hold your own, he was also positive that any wrong move on his part would put you through a world of pain. He was always so delicate and gentle with you, even if it was unusual for him to do so. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt you, so could you blame him?

Now, though…

He thought about it some more before answering, a brief exhale leaving his lips. "…What if I hurt you?"

It was your turn to furrow your brows now, your smile turning to a frown. "Hurt me?" You repeated, to which he nodded his head slowly. Another laugh left your lips, and he looked confused again and slightly offended. "Sorry, sorry, it's just… that's all? Come on, you don't have to be scared of that! Here, look…"

You picked up his large hands, which were resting awkwardly at his side, and put them on your hips. You felt him jolt a bit, practically radiating the heat from his flushed face. Upon seeing you smile at him, he squeezes your hips slightly. Not a huge move, but a good one nonetheless.

"There, that's not so bad, is it?" You shot him a grin, to which he nodded once more. "And... if you're so nervous about initiating something yourself, then I can always start it. Think you can keep up with me?"

You saw something flash in his eyes at being challenged, and you felt the grip he had on your hips tighten. One of those hands raised to your head, tangling itself in your hair to pull you a little closer. Surprised at the sudden boost of confidence, you blinked owlishly, especially as he muttered in your ear, "you have no idea."

#smut prompts #paradox live #paralive #paradox live x reader #ryoga tosa #tosa ryoga #ryoga tosa x reader #tosa ryoga x reader #gokuluck #goku luck #paralive x reader #paradox live imagines #pararai x reader

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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Hello! For your event can i request 45. “Should I fuck you? So beg for it.” with Haruomi Shingu? Thank you very much!

# tags: scenario; kinda friends with benefits; roommates!au; hot romance; smut; pwp; adult!reader; but still age-gap (10 years); nsfw

warnings: mention of sex and sexual acitivities, from dry humping to lazy sex, sex on the couch, sloppy kisses, hips gripping, kinda daddy kink

includes: gender neutral reader ft. haruomi shingu {paradox live; buraikan}

author’s note: he is so fine...

45. “Should I fuck you? So beg for it.”

It was the most ordinary Friday in the world, and there was nothing to indicate that you were doing anything more that day than making yourself warm dinner, cleaning your bedroom and turning on the latest Netflix series, which premiered since March last year. You recently came back from work, your back hurt and all you wanted was a hot bubble bath, a glass of sweet wine and some peace in the presence of cherry candles. However, plans changed as quickly as the weather outside the window; suddenly the clear blue sky was covered with dark clouds and Japan was covered with torrential rain.

“Should I fuck you? So beg for it.”

That’s the change of plans I was talking about.

Instead of lying under a blanket and eating buttered popcorn, your ruddy face and large pupils were focused on Haruomi, who had come home from his restaurant. His strong, large hands held your hips tightly, and you moved your body, rubbing against the swollen cock hidden under the fabric of black very tight pants, decorated with a belt with silver elements.

You and the man lived together for several years – your presence did not bother the other person, you often passed each other in the corridor or in the kitchen, being from completely different worlds. He worked in a small Chinese bar, which he founded himself, and by the way he had a great musical talent. You focused on developing your career as an employee in an international company as an HR manager, and by the way you had a knack for learning languages. You were complete opposites: you were organized, had natural sleeping and eating habits, while the ten years older man suffered from insomnia and, despite running a restaurant, ate small portions and often drank energy drinks or coffee, and disliked basic household chores. Nevertheless, you got along like old friends without much commitment to each other.

Because of your jobs and way of life too, you both were quite extreme about relationships, marriage, and dating. So you entered into an innocent idea that consisted of an occasional dinner together and an occasional quickie to ease the stress on your souls and forgot about your responsibilities.

“Just fuck me, I know you want it. You can’t stop your body from responding to me.” You replied with a slight smile, pressing harder on his cock, which all he wanted was to free himself from the tight clothes. The dark haired man just rolled his eyes, squeezing the skin on your hips once again. The black T-shirt covering your chest was definitely very unnecessary. So he quickly got rid of it and then changed your position – this time you were on the couch, causing your back to touch the dark, slightly hard surface. “Please.” You gave in, purring low and looking at him with a smol twinkle in your eye. Haruomi only unbuttoned his pants, and after a short second he untied the bow made of a thin string. Your sweatpants have been slightly slid down.

From inside his wallet, which was always in the back pocket of his pants, the man took out a gold-wrapped condom, which he immediately put on his manhood. You immediately wet the underwear that was still on your hips. So you decided to speed up the process of getting ready for sex and took off your comfortable tracksuits and greenish lace panties, dropping them to the dark wooden floor.

“I’m tired and you only think about yourself.” He said in a bored voice. After a short while, he was over your body, tapping the head of his cock against your private parts. You giggled contentedly. “It’s not fun. You work eight hours per day, and I work from the time I wake up until I go to bed.” He rolled his eyes.

You lifted your hips slightly, letting him know you wanted more than stupid talk, and he sighed under his breath.

“... Don’t be so strict, daddy.” You said half jokingly, half seriously. The twinkle in his eye was far too visible. And that was quite motivating.

Haruomi spat on his hand, smearing latex with his own saliva, and then entered you in one quick move. You moaned in pleasure at the feeling of the pleasant pushing against your walls, then wrapped your legs around him.

The light movements of the hips in the next few seconds became much stronger, more measured, definitely deeper. You were in seventh heaven; a hard week at work, recent projects, home chores, meetings with friends and lack of time for yourself was finally rewarded with a moment of pleasure, sloppy kisses full of groans and pleasure touching both the top of your head and all your toes. Your breaths mixed with each other, and your hands automatically tightened on his thin shoulders and soft hair.

“... Don’t stop, please.” You asked softly while your eyelids were squeezed shut. Waves of impending orgasm pounded against your G-spot, against your thoughts. Haruomi buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing it lightly and biting it from time to time. Despite fatigue, reluctance to live and a huge desire to close his eyes he was also in huge pleasure – it was perfectly visible.

He hasn’t had a partner for years, and his only distraction from work and meetings with his only friend – Chisei – was you. Your sex was pure pleasure, there was no feeling or love in it.

You both just needed the occasional moment of elation, blissful orgasm, and just the feeling of warmth spreading through your bodies.

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selenemoonlite · 4 months

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ahhhhhh yeiii a new paraliveeee blog!! welcome ~^^ ~, if possible I could ask headcanons for bae (separately ~) with a beauty queen mc, someone who continually dedicates herself to participating in beauty contests and winning them but suddenly started to lose her confidence :0 jsj that's the premise I like bae and his whole concept of accepting himself so imagine what they would be like in a situation like that with a mc :')) that would be all, thank you and have a good day!!

┈➤ oh sure! I love this prompt! Let's start and thanks for requesting! Please enjoy reading :3

✧.* B.A.E. (Allen, Hajun, Anne) ⋆｡° ✮

┈➤ Allen Sugasano

This one man is so lucky and a champ that he supports your pageantry throughout your hard work. Allen keeps his check to make things sure you're on the right track and practice, he often watches your performances on stage. The catwalk, to the dresses, and even delivering your best answers with the right choice of words to express. He couldn't be more supportive and aloud of it fully flexing you. Amidst all the success and even places, you've participated in this event. You have your doubts about it, seeing every beautiful woman who has the bigger ambition, wits, and brains your self-esteem gradually gives you the nervewracking feeling that you're not good enough. But, Allen brings out his positivity that you'll do your best no matter what, you're always his number on the queen in his heart.

┈➤ Anne Faulkner

At what point do they give their utmost supportive hype and a wingman they are to you when you compete? Anne gives the best advice and makeover for you to look gorgeous. They're your hair, and make-up artist, and stylish. Anne insisted so since the beginning. Let's you take their stuff to wear to the pageant. An ever-undying love they could give to you was offering things they knew to help you work within. You were their muse and model for fashion and style. When Anne notices your inner burden you won't be enough like those who are not what Anne sees. They will snap and tell you that you rock better. Kicking the start to compliment and non-stop appreciation they see when you walk the runaway. When they see your confidence so bright it makes me feel like they have never seen beauty in their eyes, they will not stop giving you words of affirmation to prove your worth and hyping you until you're back on track! How they love the confidence you're building if they were there to guide and help you out, right? Anne is the perfect one to be there.

┈➤ Hajun Yeon

In no absence does this Korean Do-S rapper can do to attend every pageant. Hajun is always either in his secret seat whether on the backstage or in front of the stage just to get a glimpse of your astonishing aura of beauty he cannot seem to look away. The provider of good things for you to prepare, Hajun is always organizing seeing you prep for your competition. There are times when he buys you lavishing gifts such as clothes that he thinks look beautiful and fabulous on you, what make-up you wear, shoes, bags, you name it! He spoils you on what he thinks is the best. Hajun isn't verbally keen upon your doubts that you're not the confident queen he sees on stage their insecurities linger in. And you know what he does to redeem and reflect you to get back on track? Hajun tries to comfort you and tells you that every queen has its downsides and insecurities within that is what makes them powerful. They're building, Hajun rarely speaks such comfort for you to feel better as you listen which makes it a lot better.

#paradox live #anime and manga #lunaticcreatives =͟͟͞⚝#paradox live the animation #paralive #pararai #hajun yeon #paradox live hajun yeon #anne faulkner #paradox live anne faulkner #allen sugasano #paradox live allen sugasano #paradox live headcanons #paradox live imagines #☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა elise×anons #lunatichcs ⋆｡° ✮#requests

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pillow-anime-infos · 1 year

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paradox live {masterlist}

I. BAE

ALLEN SUGASANO

soon

HAJUN YEON

soon

ANNE FAULKNER

fashion week in milan {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 413 words ; sfw}

II. THE CAT’S WHISKERS

NAOAKIRA SAIMON

daddy {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 657 words ; nsfw}

YOHEI KANBAYASHI

soon

RYU NATSUME

soon

SHIKI ANDO

soon

III. COZMEZ

KANATA YATONOKAMI

mother (ft. nayuta yatonokami) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 573 words ; sfw}

“please! please, don’t leave me!” {quote prompt number 29 + scenario | 559 words ; suggestive}

NAYUTA YATONOKAMI

mother(ft. kanata yatonokami) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 573 words ; sfw}

IV. AKANYATSURA

IORI SUISEKI

his lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

“the princess shouldn’t wait, you know?” {quote prompt number 17 + scenario | 581 words ; sfw}

ZEN GAHO

iori’s lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

HOKUSAI MASAKI

iori’s lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

REO MARUYAMA

iori’s lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

SATSUKI ITO

iori’s lil sis (ft. rest of the gang) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 454 words ; sfw}

V. BURAIKAN

CHISEI KUZURYU

soon

HARUOMI SHINGU

“should ifuck you? so beg for it.” {quote prompt number 45 + scenario | 937 words ; nsfw}

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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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underlanternglow · 1 year

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UNDER A SMILE — ♡

anon asked → oliii i would like to ask for yandere headcanons for hajun with a fem reader let's say she's little aware of his sadistic side?) so she thinks hajun is someone just straight and deep and doesn't notice his sadism, well if it sounds too specific i'm fine with just hdcns from hajun being yandere :')) he has a lot of material to exploit in that area hehe thanks and welcome I'm glad to see another paralive blog \^^/

a/n - a yandere request as my first one feels extremely appropriate, thank you anon!

hajun yeon —

if there's one thing hajun frequently does around you, it's smiling

you never seem to notice his real intentions – which, honestly, is perfectly fine with him – and that gives him free reign to do as he pleases

as a yandere, hajun would be extremely manipulative, and he hides it behind a sweet smile. you're none the wiser on what he actually means when he's like that, though

that’s not to say that he’s nice to you. you’ve convinced yourself that his sharp word choice means he cares for you in his own special way, which is sort of true. it’s just that his version of caring for you runs deeper than you could ever imagine

you take his words to heart. when hajun wants you to himself, you're easily convinced not to go out that night

when you wonder why your friends contact you less and less, he's there to tell you they weren't worth your time anyway, and that you should spend time with him and the rest of BAE instead. you accept this. to you, he's right, there's not much else to do about the situation, right? if they were truly your friends, they would talk to you, right?

speaking of, he would carefully watch how the other members interact with you. they know not to step on his toes, they know a little about his true nature, but as much as he wants to keep your attention all of the time, he has to give you some leeway

he expects you to listen to him at all times. he’s the most important person in your life after all! but it’s often trial-and-error

he’s mentioned you avoiding someone that’s trying to stick too close to you, but maybe you don’t listen or take it too seriously. now you have to deal with an icy hajun all day

should you not listen to him, he has no problems dishing out a passive-aggressive attitude and words that sting

you feel horrible, and always end up apologizing until he finds it in his heart to forgive you

(he was going to forgive you after you realized the error of your ways, naturally, but you had to know that you were wrong)

overall, hajun always knows what’s best, and expects that he takes priority in your life, because you love him. and because you love him, his true nature is easily hidden

#paradox live #paradox live x reader #hajun yeon #paralive #paradox live imagines #bae

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moonartemisia · 3 months

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Okay, I'll solely put my time again on writing! I need to do some paradox live request on my writing blog now they're piled up qwq

#elisepostings (_ _ ) . . z Z #paradox live #paradox live imagines

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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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yatonekoami · 3 months

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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.

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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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seangelfish · 3 months

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"Can you peel me an orange?" (w/ BAE)

Featured Characters: Allen Sugasano, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner ♡ Tags: Fluff, established relationships, no mention of pronouns ♡ Word count: 1,184 ♡ Synopsis: Inspired by the Orange Peel test that's going around the internet lately, but this time with BAE! Click here for Kanata's version.

🍊 ALLEN SUGASANO

It was around 10pm when you asked him to peel you an orange. You had gotten this idea from a video Anne showed you, so you were curious about how Allen would react especially when he was busy writing new music.

But you did feel kind of bad asking him to do this now, when he was so concentrated and in his element. However, you knew this was the perfect opportunity to do so.

"...Huh?" Confusion was scribbled on his face, but he didn't put his pen down, so you assumed he wasn't listening.

"Allen, could you please peel me an orange?" you repeated.

Still not stopping his rhythm, he replied, "What...? Why can't you do it?"

You could tell he was just genuinely confused by how his eyebrows were raised.

"Are your hands okay?" he continued, looking up at you. "Let me see them–"

"What? No, they're fine!" you laughed. "It's okay, you don't have to."

You weren't too upset at his reaction to this test. After all, he was busy and 'in his zone', so you decided to just leave it at that.

Allen stopped for a moment as if he was thinking about something. If he rejected your request, would you be disappointed in him? Maybe your hands do hurt, but you didn't want to admit it. Or perhaps it was just something a boyfriend should do for his lover? 'Yeah, it's probably that...' he thought.

He stood up from his seat and headed over to the kitchen. He grabbed an orange and washed it before peeling it. He was rather quiet about it as if he was pouring all his concentration on this one simple task.

"Well, here you go, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed happily once he was finished peeling. "That was random, but I hope you enjoy!"

You instantly smiled at this, appreciating how cute and kind your boyfriend was. "Thank you, Allen," you said softly. "I love you."

"Mm, no problem! I love you too, (Y/N)."

Allen was already back in his seat, scribbling away at his notebook. You couldn't just leave him here to himself after he kindly accepted your request, so you kept him company the whole night, feeding him pieces of your orange before drifting into a peaceful slumber.

🍊 HAJUN YEON

You had just returned home from a long day of work, annoyed but still upbeat. After all, your boyfriend Hajun was here to greet you with one of his sweetest smiles.

"Ah, welcome back, (Y/N). How's your day been?" he asked you, looking up from a sheet of paper that he was previously scanning.

"It could've been better," you answered with a yawn.

However, this time, Hajun didn't greet you with his usual hugs or kisses. You wondered why until you noticed the orange he was eating.

"Hmm... I want an orange too," you said nonchalantly.

"Sure, go ahead and get one."

"Aw, but Hajun... could you not peel one for me, please~?" you playfully begged as you clasped your hands together in a way to get him to oblige. "I've been having a rough day so it would be nice if you could do that for me!"

You were just joking, but when Hajun wouldn't move from his seat and then stated you could peel an orange yourself because 'you were perfectly capable of doing so', it ticked you off.

"Come on, Hajun... You're my boyfriend..."

"Are you really that dependent on me, (Y/N)? Haha, how cute..."

He was clearly making fun of you with his lighthearted jokes. You just weren't in the mood for that today and because of that, you got easily irritated. You didn't really want to go back and forth with him even if it was playful banter either.

“Here, an orange for you to peel yourself~” Hajun continued to joke.

You stared annoyingly at the orange he tried to give you. You rolled your eyes in response, preparing to make your leave to your room.

"Why couldn't you just peel me an orange...?" you muttered to yourself. Hajun had caught that, but before he could reply, you were already in your room.

You laid yourself on your bed, groaning into your pillow. “He’s so annoying!” you yelled, your sounds muffled by the cotton.

“Who’s annoying?” asked Hajun as he opened your door.

“You obviously.”

He chuckled and sat beside you on your bed. “Are you really that upset I didn’t peel you an orange?” he questioned, stroking your hair softly. “Is that what you really want?”

You didn’t respond.

“Please look up, (Y/N).”

You groaned again but obliged. As you lifted your head, you noticed a bowl of oranges in front of you, peeled and separated.

“There you go. An orange peeled just for you~”

You couldn’t stay mad at him. A giggle escaped your lips. Throwing a pillow at your boyfriend which he caught with his face, you finally said, “You’re so annoying, but thank you.”

As you happily began eating the oranges, Hajun watched you attentively. Maybe he should peel you more fruits from now on if that's what makes you happy.

But not after teasing you, of course!

🍊 ANNE FAULKNER

It was a chill day where you and Anne lazed around on the couch together, scrolling through your phones. A particular video had caught your eye and so you decided to test your partner on it.

"I'm hungry..." you groaned.

“Okay! Then I’ll tell Hajun to cook something up for us!” exclaimed Anne.

“No, you can’t!” you quickly refused. You didn't want to disturb Hajun especially when he had already cooked lunch for everyone a few hours ago.

"Well, you know I can't cook," said Anne.

"I know you can't," you teased which resulted in Anne tickling you in response. "Hahaha! Could you just give me an orange?"

"Haha, sure thing, love."

They jumped off the couch and walked towards the kitchen. You waited not more than a minute for them to come back to you with an orange.

Now this was the best time for you to drop the question. To ask them to peel that orange for you. The video that caught your interest earlier mentioned the orange peel test where you tested your partner in doing a simple task for you. You wondered whether Anne would peel you an orange or not. You didn't doubt that they would though, but it didn't hurt to try.

You began, "Oh, Anne, could you–"

Yet they interrupted you. "Wait a minute," they said.

You watched them in surprise when they started peeling the orange in front of you. Even when they kind of struggled with it, you watched your partner in awe and love. Anne would peel an orange for you without being asked to.

"Okay, done~" they sang. "Here, love. Say ahhh~"

You giggled, playing along to their game.

"Ahhh~" you repeated as Anne plopped a piece into your mouth. It was sweet just like your partner who smiled at you brightly.

"You passed the test!" you exclaimed, eating yet another piece that Anne fed you.

"Hmm? What test?" they asked curiously.

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

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pillow-anime-talk · 8 months

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17. “The princess shouldn’t wait, you know?” with Iori Suiseki from paradox live please?

# tags: scenario; current relationship; light romance; fluff; couple goals; soft!iori; adult!reader; mention of working in a restaurant; kisses; pet names; sfw

includes: female reader ft. iori suiseki {paradox live; akanyatsura}

author’s note: ooo! thank you!

17. “The princess shouldn’t wait, you know?”

It was definitely one of the warmest and at the same time one of the windiest days of August this year. You just finished your morning shift at the restaurant – you were working as a waitress in one of the smaller but very popular sushi bars in the city center. You liked your job, and your co-workers and bosses were really great people; they were helpful, the atmosphere between you was very family and the whole team was so well-coordinated that you often met privately, e.g. as part of one of your birthdays or even during the wedding of another waitress working with you on shift.

However, you were not currently near your workplace, quite the opposite. You took the subway a little bit of the city to get to the club that your partner, Iori, owned. It was lunch time and you wanted to take your loved one for a quick meal and then go home and fulfill your duties, e.g. cleaning the bathroom and kitchen, and then preparing supper for the two of you (you’ve been living together for almost a year and it was a really good decision that strengthened your relationship and love a lot). Iori will certainly stay after hours at his job, which is why a late dinner together was your daily must-have.

The wind started to blow a little stronger. You almost wished you’d brought a thin sweater or a lightweight hoodie today to numb the visible shivers down your both arms.

So you quickly took out your phone with a colorful case on it, searching for your boyfriend’s number with his nickname and a cute red heart emoji.

you; do you want to go to dinner with me? i'd love to eat korean bbq and tofu ramen...

You waited impatiently for a message from your boyfriend, but instead the dark-haired called you. You quickly answered the call, greeting him in a light tone of voice.

“... Honey, you should have texted me earlier that you were coming. I’ll try to be there as soon as possible, because I’m not at work at the moment. I went with the managers to one of the advertising companies... I’ll be there in less than half an hour, okay?” His voice was worried and a bit sad. He didn’t like to let you down, but lets be honest, it wasn’t his fault. You knew that and you didn’t blame him.

But still, you enjoyed teasing him.

“The princess shouldn’t wait, you know?” You said in a serious tone, holding back a laugh. You barely made it.

“But... baby...”

“Just kidding, Iori. I’ll wait for you at the pub and order us some food. Everything will be ready when you arrive. Sounds good? Don’t worry about it, really, it’s my fault that I didn’t tell you about my plans.”

“I should have written that I was going on business.” He admitted. “Zen should be in the building. Find him and ask him to drive you to this restaurant. You won’t be waiting for the bus... It looks like it’s going to rain soon. I don’t want you to get sick, my love.”

A slight smile appeared on your lips.

Korean BBQ is one thing and you really want some fried noodles, mushrooms and sweet corn, but the love your dearest partner gave you was definitely worth the wait and even better than a hot meal accompanied by music, the smell of tons of sweets and cool soda.

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