#Vasco Toys

[simeonscott]

A team pose without a team.

[canisalbus]

Would 4-legged Vasco treat Machete’s sheep toy gently?

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[lookismfanfics]

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭

Warnings: None! It’s purely fluff! (Semi-Established relationship)

Daniel • Jay • Jace • Vasco • Eli • Warren • Olly • Jake • Lineman •

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 🝮 He was tired from... Actually, you’re not sure. He’s always tired by the time we swings by your place.

🝮 You could tell his eyelids were getting heavy. He tried stifling his yawns as best as he could… but…

🝮 His cheek made contact with your shoulder, first. Warm, and, despite appearances, pudgy. 🝮 Your fingers brushed back his swoop of bangs.

🝮 He stirred, mumbling an apology.

🝮 You insisted it was fine, but eased him into your bed anyways. It wasn’t comfortable on the futon.

🝮 Your head hit your pillow about an hour later. Sleep was crawling at the corners of your mind. You shut your eyes, welcoming the darkness. 🝮 And then there’s Daniel.

🝮 It was subconscious. An accident. (Since he sleeps on— himself— all the time.)

🝮 Suddenly you felt the warmth of his mochi cheeks… on your chest?!

🝮 🚩🚩🚩

🝮🚨🚨🚨

🝮 *Panic screams*

🝮 A ton of heat rushes to your face. You’re not sure what to do…!

🝮 You look down at his sleeping features. The glow of the night light cascading pink warmth against his profile… his bangs that fall in just the right way. It makes you wanna melt.

🝮 He relaxes into your body; and soon your pulse steadies. 🝮 He insists; it was unintentional.

𝐉𝐚𝐲

🝮 You can tell that he’s getting just a little frustrated with the design-portion of your exams.

🝮 It’s your second year in the Fashion course. You and Jay are currently struggling to invent any whimsical outfit ideas for your mid-term assignment.

🝮 You see his head lower closer to his desk as he rips out yet another page from his sketchpad.

🝮 “Is it the anatomy again? Or the actual clothes?”

🝮 He glances back at you, a frown molded onto his lips.

🝮 One nod of the head confirms your suspicions.

🝮 You set down your pencil.

🝮 “Let’s take a break. You’re gonna get burn-out if you don’t…” you warn firmly

🝮 Despite the rapid shakes of his head, you drag him up from his seat and onto the couch.

🝮 Cross-legged, huddled in the corner of the sofa, you force your partner upright. 🝮 Your hands curl into his taught muscles. He flinches upon the contact, recoiling slightly. You rub more gently. 🝮 You smile as you watch Jay slowly melt into your massage. His head droops forward, his back muscles relieved of their tension.

🝮 And then… the faux-blonde began slowly reclining onto your smaller form.

🝮 His head lay against your chest gently, pinning you to the arm of the sofa.

🝮 What could you do but watch his chest heave rhythmically up and down? It distracted you from admiring his aristocratically sculpted features; including but not limited to his tempting lips, defined collar bone, and tiny nose

🝮 You swore, you saw on “sleeping beauty’s” seemingly blank face, the tiniest smirk etch into the corners of his mouth

🝮 Jay shook his head when you accused him of being awake… but you were both well aware of the truth.

🝮 He was tired. But it was semi-intentional

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞

🝮 It doesn’t matter if he’s an intellectual genius… or a kid detective… or any of that crap.

🝮 Jace Park, in all honesty, wasn’t expecting you to be “touch starved.” 🝮 He wasn’t entirely convinced he knew what that meant…

🝮 But here he was, playing a good boyfriend like the hopeless romantic he was. 🝮 And there you were… sprawled out on his bed, running your fingers through his hair while his head rested on your chest.

🝮 He faced away from you… towards your mix-matched socks. His cheek warmer than usual against your fully-clothed chest.

🝮 Your fingers released his hair for a moment to tease his ears

🝮 You feel the weight on your chest heat up increasingly, so you stop, a hint of a smirk toying at your lips

🝮 “What’d you mean by touch starved?” Jace asks finally, glancing up at you with no-nonsense interest.

🝮 You look away sheepishly, once again tugging on his hair to distract yourself

🝮 “I dunno. I just felt kinda… like I hadn’t been touched in a while.” 🝮 Jace releases a hum that you can feel vibrate his entire being. It makes your heart pound a little faster.

🝮 He’d probably fall asleep like that; lying on your chest. But of course, only per your request. He’s much too good embarrassed for those sorts of scandalous things.

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

🝮 Everything about this man is heavy. 🝮 His entire physique screams “I weigh over 200 lbs.”

🝮 So you’re a little scared. You’re scared of what he’s capable of.

🝮 You’re scared of what he could do to you- intentional or not. 🝮 Vasco is Vasco. And no matter how much they insist… St. Bernard’s aren’t meant to be lap dogs.

🝮 You want to deny him the opportunity…

🝮 But you feel a surge of trust when you look into his eyes.

🝮 He looks calm at the moment. Mature. His eyes are dark, and yet they hold their docile gentleness that assures you he isn’t in his “predator” mode.

🝮 He asks again, softly:

🝮 “Can I listen to your heart?”

🝮 You release a sigh, nodding your head without much hesitation. You’ve made up your mind, after all.

���� Vasco is about to bend down, but you stop him.

🝮 “Let’s just lay on my bed…” you murmur quietly. It’s a real struggle to battle off your growing blush

🝮 So that’s how you ended up pressed against your pillow, legs intertwined with his, your fingers laced together and laid across his broad shoulders.

🝮 Vasco was listening to your heart for a good long while, glancing up at you with wide and innocent puppy-eyes

🝮 You smoothed back his hair just in time to see his eyes flutter shut

🝮 Vasco wasn’t that heavy…

🝮 His cheek felt feather-light against your chest- his body hardly applying any pressure onto yours.

🝮 You sign heavily, rubbing his back with your hands. He’ll keep up the intense plank until he wakes up. You know that.

🝮 He falls asleep on your chest really quickly. He’ll ask permission before though! 🥺

𝐄𝐥𝐢

🝮 You’re both really tired.

🝮 Eli’s eyes have dark rings beneath them. He’s still smiling- even if it looks Barbie-level plastic at this point. His hair is all rumpled, too.

🝮 You pull down the covers and begin crawling into bed: “Is her fever down?”

🝮 Eli nods, sliding next to you lethargically

🝮 You’re too tired to even blush, nodding your head as he draped his leg around your frame

🝮 You wrap your arm around his shoulders, egging him closer to you

🝮 And soon, his warm breath is tousling against your shirt. He’s completely out of it…

🝮 You let your eyes shut.

🝮 You absorb in the feeling of Eli laying on top of you, legs straddling your side, cheek melting into your chest, his hair tickling your chin.

🝮 You stay like that for a long time, both just resting your eyes.

🝮 When you feel Eli’s face heating up, even when he’s deep in sleep, you have to promise yourself not to groan when he wakes up

🝮 The start of a fever, for Eli, means that he has trouble falling asleep. 🝮 Especially since Yenna is already sick…

🝮 It also means that now, you’ve become his personal pillow.

🝮 His favorite pillow.

🝮 It’s very intentional; but it’s something both of you initiate, so…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧

🝮 You force his head forward.

🝮 Sitting on the couch, your legs draped around his shoulders; you’re attempting to style the mighty Warren Chae’s hair

🝮 Your hands comb through his dark black strands of hair, gel smearing across the roots of his hair.

🝮 It smells like hair product; which he hates; but you tell him that he has to look nice today, and you won’t let him leave without looking a little different

🝮 Finally, with all his moaning about how painful it is, you give up

🝮 “Fine. Get up here on the couch is you have to…” you mutter vehemently, glaring at him

🝮 Warren is fine.

🝮 The-Diva-Warren-Chae is not.

🝮 “(My) Butt hurts.”

🝮 “You poor thing,” you deadpan

🝮 You’re well aware that he isn’t fond of fixing up his appearance. And you’re also aware that sitting on hard concrete isn’t exactly comfortable.

🝮 You spread out your legs further to accommodate his hips. Your hands reach up for his hair, once again swishing it back with more elegance than it usually has.

🝮 As you continue to swoop his hair back, tugging gently at the roots, you start to feel the weight of his back in between your legs.

🝮 And slowly… Warren slips downward.

🝮 The back of his head rests against your chest; pressed close to your pathetically pounding heart.

🝮 You sputter, shaking his shoulders lightly.

🝮 He hums in reply. “Let me sleep…”

🝮 You sigh. Your hands entangle into his hair, and you rest your chin against his head.

🝮 He fell asleep. It was probably an accident… right?

𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐲

🝮 Olly was concentrating, you noticed.

🝮 There was a slight change in his posture; a decline in his usual chaotic-energy that always filled the room

🝮 He leaned forward onto his knees, cupping his cheek with his hand and draping the other across his thighs.

🝮 First, you had tried to ignore it. He was staring at your side profile, wordlessly, with a neutral expression.

🝮 You knew it was wrong... But compared to his fake smiles- you preferred his serious face. Just... Not when it was directed at you.

🝮 You turned to him tentatively, quirking a brow. “What is it now?”

🝮 His expression doesn’t change. He just mumbles: “Nothing.”

🝮 And then just as you turn away: “Lay down.”

🝮 You turn abruptly to him, puzzlement washing over your features.

🝮 “How many pills did you have—?” “Can you just do it already?-!”

🝮 Olly rises, shrugging off his jacket and pushing you onto the sofa.

🝮 Son of a…

🝮 For a feeling moment you think he’s going to take advantage of you. Or hurt you. Or do something that’ll negatively affect you for the rest of your-

🝮 And then his head falls onto your chest.

🝮 👁👄👁

🝮🧍‍♀️/🧍‍♂️

🝮 “What’re you doing?” You ask

🝮 His knees are on the ground, shoulders hunched over you, and face relaxing on your chest.

🝮 He turns towards you, taking a moment to burry into your chest face-down, before returning your gaze. 180°.

🝮 “What’s it look like?” He asks excitedly-

🝮 When he’s this close you can very distinctly see the inked star (✵) next to his eye, and the freckles that hide on the bridge of his nose.

🝮 You just sigh, shoving his head to the other side.

🝮 You lay there for about… half an hour? And when your body starts to cramp up, and you want to move…

🝮 You realize that Big Daddy, Olly Wang, is asleep.

🝮 He had initiated it. But it did feel… comfortable.

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

🝮 “Mr. Butt?” 🝮 “Mrs. Boobs?”

🝮 “Oh shut up!”

🝮 You don’t quite remember how this happened… only that now that you were both in this position, neither of you had the intention of leaving.

🝮 Jake Kim had very soft hair. You knew that already… you had cut it for him on numerous occasions.

🝮 You had asked about it, and Jake had said you could touch it.

🝮 But now here he was, teasing you just as relentlessly as you were teasing him.

🝮 With your fingers entangled in his hair, your faces a breath apart from each other, you were certain that whatever move you made would have to really throw him off.

🝮 “…Look (Y/N)… I appreciate the gesture and all… but now you’re kinda pulling on my—”

🝮 Think? There isn’t any time to think.

🝮 You flop backwards onto the armchair, and Jake falls with you.

🝮 It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get more comfortable. Jake, forgetting his previous discomfort, slides his hips into the side of the oversized chair, spooning your frame and smashing it into the other arm.

🝮 Strings of conversation murmur through the room without much point. You both have one goal, it would seem.

🝮 As much as Jake would rather be in your position, he complies to the situation he’s in.

🝮 Gradually the two of you melt together, Jake’s cheek resting against your chest.

🝮 He feels warm, and slightly heavy. Your fingers awkwardly retract from his hair in order to trace his side profile.

🝮 Seeing as your banter has died out, and you both feel somewhat comfortable, it’s only natural that Jerry finds you asleep in that very position.

🝮 It was a gradual process that both of you partook in. Afterwards, Jake didn’t tease you about it, and you both only mentioned it on occasion.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

🝮 He’s just a little bit tired, he says.

🝮 You can tell, just by looking at him, that that’s a load of ␈

🝮 Soon you’re gesturing him into your bed, even if it does kill you that his sneakers are still on.

🝮 You help him shrug off his jacket, despite him insisting he can handle it on his own.

🝮 “You say that, but you look like you’re on the verge of collapsing.”

🝮 And collapse he did.

🝮 You heard him flop down onto your pillows, and gave him a few minutes or so to fall asleep.

🝮 Now it was your turn, and since you were quite confident he was unconscious, it didn’t bother you at all to strip naked and get into your sleeping wear in front of him.

🝮 Him: ➖👄➖ 💤

🝮 You’d never tell him what he “missed out” on, because truly he didn’t miss anything that would really impress him-

🝮 You crawl beside him, tucking your legs under the covers.

🝮 First you wrap your arm around his neck.

🝮 Bless him for being a side sleeper. 😩

🝮 He’s out cold. Really cold.

🝮 Cradling his head and moving it onto your chest isn’t a problem. He complies easily.

🝮 You’ve always wanted to sleep with him like this. Without him at night, you turn on all three nightlights and cradle your pillow until morning.

🝮 But now that Lineman’s with you, you can sleep.

🝮 You initiated it, of course, but in the morning the only one with regrets is you for not doing it sooner.

🝮 (Also he thinks this is a sign that you wanna start something so you gotta push him off of you to go to school)

Part 2. Ft Gun, Goo, James/DG, Vinjin, Johan, Zack? Anyone?

[anonymousbardd]

꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: Bro's The

Type To...

↳ various x reader

- Just a cute lil sumthin sumthin because I'm bored :3

♯01 ┊: Daniel Park

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Have quality time as a love language.

To Help out with work/homework.

To Help out in the kitchen.

To Surprise you w/ homemade gifts.

To Try and write a poem about you.

To Give you snacks when waiting for something.

To Love you unconditionally 'till the end of time.

To Beat up anyone who harasses you.

⿻┊: Daniel would definitely be the definition of a "perfect boyfriend", although he's human of course, he still keeps secret and doesn't open up too much.

But once he feels really comfortable, he wouldn't have much a problem of telling you how he truly feels, he also has a bit of a habit to run away or hide somewhere when something goes wrong.

He's still gonna come back though, after he stops blaming himself.

♯02┊: Jay Hong

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Spoil you rotten with gifts and surprises.

To Get you flowers on special and non-special occasions.

To Do something for you with no hesitation.

To Go on a hunted house with you even though he's scared.

To Protect you on a rollercoaster, but ends up vomitting after.

To Loose his phone somewhere and ends up finding it in your hands.

To Get lose and ends up being found at a lost and found.

To Dress up his puppies and take them on a little fashion show.

To take you on a date at the dog park.

To Fall asleep in your arms while cuddling little puppies.

⿻┊: Without a doubt Jay tries his best to be the perfect boyfriend, he loves you unconditionally and does everything you ask for, only problem is that he spoils you way too much.

He's got a lot of money, yeah, but your home doesn't have much space, Jat tries to get you a warehouse because of it.

Your parents love him though, he's successful, academically smart, well mannered, according to your parents, he's a "husband material".

♯03┊: Jace Park

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Still crush on you even when married.

To Have matching piercings with you.

To Let you braid his hair.

To Let you put makeup on him.

To hold your bag while shopping, even while complaining about holding your bags, (complains more when you hold them yourself).

To Treat you to dinner even when he's broke.

To Take you on bicycle rides.

To Let you touch his ears while cuddling.

To Tutor you on a subject you find difficult.

To Go on gym dates with you.

To do a detective mini game as a date.

⿻┊: Jace is a simp, it's not really a secret, when he fell, he fell hard, he really likes to be around you and is very talkative.

Would share his interest with detective stuff with you, he definitely watched detective Conan as a child.

Jace loves ya, a lot, he'd be willing to accept no matter what your gender is, he'll be a bit confused at first, but he'll eventually get used to it.

♯04┊: Vin Jin

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Confess to you by rapping.

To Write you a song.

To Act all tough with you but starts to mentally panic when you pretend to cry.

To Say stuff like, "Shut up I hate you," then proceed to do nice things.

To be a tsundere.

To have pillow fights with ya.

To constantly argue with you and won't apologise even if you cry, because he sucks at that.

He'll eventually try to apologise, but it isn't too good of an apology.

⿻┊: Others think that he's a shitty lover, and they're kinda right, but the only thing is, he actually tries.

He doesn't remember anniversaries or any cutesy holidays, but once he realises the occasion he'll try to make a nice present...

He'll rap to you.

But it's the thought that counts, he'll try to make up for it though.

♯005┊: Euntae Lee

⿻ "Bro's the type to..."

To Get lost at the toy section at Walmart.

To play dress up with you.

To take you on a date on build-a-bear.

To pick you flowers from random bushes.

To go on fun carnival dates with you.

To go on the gym with you.

To have fun at the play area at the park.

To bake with you on birthdays.

⿻┊: Vasco is a cutie, he'll definitely do cute couple stuff with you, all wholesome.

He'll also protect you whenever you come across trouble, and if anyone does something bad to you he'll scare them.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hey uhm, is it okay if you do Vasco? Like at a carnival date or something because I love that man so much and just want something wholesome 😭

It's completely fine if you can't! 🤍

This technically came waaaay after I closed my requests but this was too nostalgic. One of the first requests I got was this but Gun and for @lookismaddict, who I hope is doing ok. Here you go babe, wholesome it is!

Vasco Tabasco x Reader: Fairground Date

G/N. Fluffy

A few people stopped you to ask if you're alright, and to point out the intimidating figure lurking a couple steps behind.

Each time, you gave a polite smile and told them that it was your boyfriend. He's just shy, that's all. And then you also received questioning looks from the well meaning strangers. Someone as cute and innocent looking as you with that... thug? Who would have guessed.

Except Euntae is no thug. Had anyone actually voiced their opinion to you, they would truly learn the meaning of the word 'thug'. They would get their ass handed to them, you would beat them into next week.

Alas, no one did say anything in the end and you didn't have to kick anyone's ass either.

Since the date started, Vasco has been walking around in a daze. He couldn't believe it! At a fairground date with his beloved, you!

Yet each time he thinks about reaching out and holding your hand, a very innocent and simple gesture with all things considered, his brain stutters and his cheeks burn.

It's not that he finds it lewd or indecent... but would you mind? Did you actually want to be seen with him in public? Did you want that public declaration?

He realises he's completely overthinking it. There's nothing he can do to underthink it though. So he continues to follow a step or two behind, thoughts occupied with whether to actually make the first move, completely ignorant to the people asking about your wellbeing.

"Euntae, look!" and your hand reaches for his, intertwining your fingers and pulling him along as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

As if he didn't just spend the last twenty minutes fretting about this.

He lets himself be pulled along. You could drag him to hell for all he cares, all he can focus on is the way your hands fit together.

The heat in his cheeks differs to mere moments ago. Spreading from where you're connected at the hands and warming him all over, like hot cocoa on a winter's night. Comforting, soothing.

Stopping in front of the shooting gallery, you point to a huge toy hanging overhead.

"Babe, I'll win this for you, ok?"

Vasco's eyes follows your finger until he finds himself staring into the face of a giant golden retriever plushie. Probably almost as big as you and even from here he can see how fluffy the toy is, how soft it would be to touch.

It's clear how much he wants it, what a perfect gift it would be.

You exchange some wons in return for a water pistol.

Cocking it and giving your boyfriend a confident grin, "This will have to do until we can get a real one."

Vasco could cry with how much he loves you. No words come, instead he just nods enthusiastically with love painted all over his face.

[lookismaddict]

Random Lookism Thoughts that I Get During Class (part 2):

(I REALLY need to pay attention in class more, I stg. My mind goes crazy when it comes to Lookism-related things, but not actual study topics. 🥲 But here you guys go, I hope you’ll enjoy!)

Mary Kim: She’s definitely a top tier Megan Thee Stallion stan (real hot girl shit 🔥). A fan of all of the bad bitch rappers such as Nicki Minaj, Cardi B, Saweetie, BIA, Doja Cat, etc. She would listen to their songs while working out with Vin Jin, and Vin Jin doesn’t even mind at all if she blasts it. (He even admitted to Mary that whoever listens to Megan Thee Stallion are real bad bitches, including himself.)

Jace Park: On days when the Burn Knuckles crew decides to just chill in their meet up place at school, Jace would just play the Jeopardy app on his phone whenever he’s bored. He thinks it’s a fun way to kill time while learning about something new at the same time. (That’s where he gets some of his facts whenever the Burn Knuckles crew asks him to tell them something interesting, especially Vasco. He thinks he’s a mad genius.) Also, whenever Jace gets tired of playing Jeopardy, he’d text Mary Kim if she’d be down to play games on the Game Pigeon.

Yenna Jang: Two words. Coco Melon. Eli Jang would pull up Coco Melon from his phone and would let Yenna watch it while he feeds her food or does their laundry. Sometimes, Eli Jang would let her watch Sailor Moon on his phone or Cardcaptor Sakura and he’d watch it with her when he has free time to himself. (That explains the wand toy thing that Yenna had before Eli ruined it in a fight. R.I.P. Yenna’s toy.) Sometimes, Zack Lee would come by with Mira Kim to visit Yenna since Eli had given him permission to see her. In a way, Zack became a second father-figure AND an uncle to Yenna. (Zack is just waiting for Eli to grant him the title of being Yenna’s godfather in the future.)

Jerry Kwon: I just imagine Jerry making a bunch of origami paper cranes and just gifting them to every member in Big Deal for being loyal to Jake Kim. And he’d even try to make a big paper crane out of parchment paper for Jake, and when Jake receives it, he’ll thank Jerry for the cool gift but he doesn’t know where to put it back in his own house.

Lua Im: She’d definitely be Tik Tok famous for sure. With her great fashion sense, wearing trendy Street Fashion brands such as Stüssy, she would get lots of likes and gain lots of followers on Tik Tok doing fashion hauls and OOTD videos. She would also feature Sinu Han, Jake Kim, Jerry Kwon, and some of the Big Deal members into her Tik Tok videos and would try and make them do a Tik Tok challenge with her. But the one who’s always down to collab with her would be Yeonhui, who’d always visit the Big Deal street with Sinu whenever they drop by. And whenever she sees Johan Seong, she’ll try and get him to do a Tik Tok challenge with her and convince him to make a Tik Tok account. (He secretly did, and they’ve been exchanging memes on Tik Tok ever since. Too bad Zack doesn’t know about this.)

Sinu Han: Sinu would be a Panic! At the Disco fan. (Idk man, it just makes sense to me.) He would totally be into the Alternative rock songs of P!ATD because he’d think they’re badass and his favorite song would be House of Memories, as it always reminds him of his irreplaceable memories that he had with Big Deal. (His 2nd favorite would be Death of a Bachelor, and he’d sing it all sultry-like to Yeonhui while they dance together.)

Ryuhei Kuroda: Ryuhei probably used to watch hentai as a hobby to try to get his 🐉 up or whenever he gets bored but it wouldn’t get the job done so he quit. He would rather wait for Mitsuki to do the job one day, than to watch XXX videos that won’t even satisfy him.

Mitsuki: After Sinu Han left the Workers, she would lock herself in her room everyday and listen to soft indie pop artists and alternative artists. For instance, her most-played artists would probably be NIKI, Joji, Mitski (not intentionally…), The Marías, Marina and the Diamonds, Lana Del Rey, The Neighbourhood, Halsey, etc.

Kenta Megami: Everyday, he doesn’t go through a day without having at least one glass of milk. Not just to strengthen up his body, but to possibly grow in height. He wanted to grow at least a bit more before he gets to fight he-who-shall-not-be-named. (He definitely needs some milk after what ⚪️👹 did to him, ong.)

Eugene: On his free time, he’d probably go to a Country Club and would be seen hanging out with Yoosung and Mandeok playing golf or tennis. Or, you could catch him shopping at a Polo Ralph Lauren store with them accompanying him and with extra body guards who are a part of Workers. (And Samuel Seo used to accompany him on his little errands sometimes, but we all know that won’t happen again anytime soon… 🌊)

Warren Chae: Warren would be the type to make fitness videos on YouTube, always updating on his progress to being healthy. He would also try and get Sally to join him in his live workouts on YouTube, by just having her sit on his back while he does push-ups. (He even asked Sr. Manager Kim one day to check out his YouTube channel. Manager Kim wanted to subscribe to Warren’s channel, so he had to ask his daughter Minji to teach him how YouTube works. Eventually, Manager Kim became his number one subscriber.)

Sally Park: We all have a feeling that she’d be converted from typical shoujo romance fan, to Yaoi/BL fan when she witnessed Eli Jang and Jake Kim accidentally kissed right in front of her. She probably keeps a stack of some BL manga underneath her bed somewhere or reads BL webtoons on her phone. (While babysitting Yenna one day, Yenna somehow crawled underneath her bed and when Sally finally found her, she panicked when Yenna was holding one of her special BL manga so she had to hide them somewhere else.)

DG/James Lee: On his own free time, James would want to relax, especially anywhere where Chairman Choi isn’t around. He would probably fly out of the country and take a short vacation out in Maldives, where he can just swim and lay around eating tropical fruits. (Until he has to come back the next day to his hectic k-pop idol life. I told you it was short lol) Update: I won’t be surprised if he’s a polyglot too (a person who can speak many languages). He isn’t called a “genius” for nothing. I feel like he’d be able to understand and speak in languages such as Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Tagalog (Including Bisaya and Illocano), Bahasa Indonesia (Including Javanese), Malay, English, Spanish, French, German, Portuguese, Russian, etc. Man’s a legend.

Crystal Choi: As a hobby, she’d definitely go out shopping for new clothes from clothing stores such as Zara, Tiffany&Co, Banana Republic New York, etc. However, she doesn’t mind shopping for expensive brands either. Also, she would probably be a tea enthusiast, as she goes to Teavana at the mall and tries out samples of different teas to bring home. Sometimes whenever she meets up with DG, Gun, Goo, and Kouji, they’d sit around with each other and silently drink on the tea that she’d bring to her office. On days when she’s discussing plans with her father’s business partners for him, once in a while, she would wonder how Daniel Park (og Daniel) is doing and how much he would’ve grown from the last time they met with each other.

Chairman Choi: He seems like the type of businessman who would be good at playing rich-people games, such as chess. As Crystal’s father, he would invite her to play chess with him from time to time and would bring her with him sometimes to his business trips as a way to bond with her. One time, they ended up going to Hawaii together because he had to meet with one of his American business partners for a meeting. Afterwards, he’d find Crystal just chilling on a sunlounger chair out in the beach and he would join her just laying there sipping on their little mimosas while talking about what’s been going on with HNH Group, the 10 Geniuses (Crystal ain’t a snitch), and updates on Daniel Park.

[brokenpieces-72]

Paloma ‘Sunny’ Vascoe

Part 1 this is part 2

Paloma was loaded into a military jeep with Alejandro in the driver’s seat. When she reached for the back seat, he stopped her.

“Sit up front, you’re old enough. Need someone in shotgun.” He said. Paloma followed his order. In the seat he handed her a cap, telling her to put it on, and pull her hood up. Last thing he wanted was for the narcos to know she was with him. Clearly one of them knew something about her, he wanted to keep that list as short as possible.

“Yes sir.” She said.

The drive was quiet and awkward making it feel longer. She considered confessing everything right then and there. If only to save her from the suffocating silence. Alejandro even considered forcing it out of her now. Still she was a kid, and his friend’s daughter.

“Anything you want from home? I’ll ask Sergeant Parra to grab it for you.” Alejandro offered. Paloma thought about it for a bit.

“Hoodies, tank tops…” she suggested. Alejandro nodded. Not much of a talker.

“There’s a stuffed toy on my bed… beagle… would be nice…” she trailed off. He gave a half chuckle.

“The shoe box under my bed, I’d like that too.” She asked. He raised a brow and glanced at her for a moment.

“There’s something inside…it’s private…” she admitted.

“Need anything else? Medicines, documents? Money, jewellery, pictures?”

“Don’t really have any. Never needed them.” She exclaimed. Paloma pulled her knees up to her chest, before muttering, “Can’t have nice things.”

Alejandro stole another glance at her again. She was staring out the window, curled up in a ball. Marco told the colonel he had found her like that by the door way one night. She was scared and hungry and staring off. Taken her in ever since.

Alejandro and Marco had enlisted together. The two men remained friends even after Marco left, and he considered Alejandro family. One day Alejandro appeared at the house and found the girl in the living room before she hurried away like a startled cat.

Marco had to reassure Paloma that Alejandro was a guest, before she would even stay in the same room as him. The most recent time he’d seen Paloma was at a family gathering where she had made a mess all because of a table cloth getting caught on her belt. He remembered seeing her run away when Marco’s sister went off on her. The way Marco had chewed out his own sister was brutal, especially in front of everyone there. Marco loved Paloma, even if they didn’t share blood. Clearly Paloma loved him back.

“You are the nice thing Mija.” Alejandro told her. Paloma looked at Alejandro. “Marco told me so himself.”

There was more going on here, someone saw Paloma doing something. If she was an informant her intel had been a great help. Now she was paying the price for good deeds.

………

Rudolfo showed up to the safe house, with a small bag of her stuff, Alejandro letting him in. Certainly the first time he’d picked up items for a teenage girl. Then again he’d never expected to be assisting with witness protection of a teenage narcos.

“You talk to her yet?” He asked. Alejandro shook his head.

“Don’t want to scare her anymore than I have to. I have a plan.” The colonel said quietly.

Before the two men could discuss it further, they heard footsteps approaching. Paloma stood in the hallway, with her hoodie still on and the hat off. Rudolfo offered her a small smile as did Alejandro.

“Comfortable Mija?” Rudolfo asked.

“I will be.” She said, eyeing the bag of stuff. Rudolfo came over and gave her the bag.

“I got some extra clothes for you.” He exclaimed, handing the bag over. She returned his friendly smile.

“Thank you. Is um… is Marco awake yet?” She asked, hopeful. Rudy was caught off guard a bit.

“I haven’t been there yet. Someone is watching him though, I assure you.” Rudy said.

“Thank you again.” She said, before turning and going back to the bedroom, walking quickly. Rudolfo had to admit, he too was struggling to see how such a quiet girl could get involved with Narcos so closely. The door was shut behind her, and both men heard a lock turning.

“You have a plan Hermano?” Rudy asked. Alejandro nodded, looking toward her bedroom.

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[dalishborne]

❝ My apologies if I have given offense. ❞

Stormborn: Part One (Accepting!)

The bite of Vasco's banter must have been clear on her face. When he apologized, Revenelan met his gaze with a flicker of surprise, then shot him an easy smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Bah, you're fine," Revenelan shrugged, forcing a chuckle as she waved her hand in dismissal of his concern. "I'll just cry myself to sleep tonight, that's all."

Despite Revenelan's attempts to mask her hurt and salvage their usual witty verve, it felt as if the air thickened with stilted tension. She absentmindedly toyed with a loose string in her tunic, her fingers betraying a nervous energy.

"I should get going, in any case," Revenalan said, quickly patting down her pockets and dagger-sheaths. When she was sure she had all her equipment on her, she turned on her heel. "See you around, Vasco; dareth shiral!"

[distopea]

Raum leaned forward over the little table, chin resting on his fist while his eyes focused down on the chess board. He hummed, calculating the position of each piece and the manoeuvres available to him. Eventually, Raum smirked. One of Vasco’s stolen pawns twirled in his fingers, tapped against his lower lip while he contemplated which move to make.

Gabriele was the white; Raum, the black. Age before beauty, he’d said, when they set up the game over two glasses of whiskey and a low melody on the stereo. One of the bodyguard’s ( absolutely numerous, he discovered ) CDs was stuffed into the Hi-Fi, playing something Raum didn’t recognise but rather liked regardless.

Finally he reached out, pushing his black rook forward to claim one of Gabriele’s knights. It opened up the spot, Gabriele’s king now in a vulnerable position from his rook and his bishop.

“Check,” he murmured, plucking the piece off the board and placing it to the side, before his gaze flicked upward to assess his opponent. Orange, evening sun pilled through the window to their right, casting the edges of the other man’s deep brown hair to copper. Ah, he was handsome, with his brow furrowed in concentration, easy enough to drive Raum to distraction without trying. Under that light, it was warm — the alcohol, the music, the game and the company, allowed Raum’s thoughts to slip into a relaxed sort of flow.

He leaned backward in his chair, dragging his drink off the table with one hand, the other still absently toying with Gabriele’s pawn. Eyes were yet still drawn to the older man’s face, despite ( or perhaps, because of ) how he didn’t spare Raum a glance. The blond sipped his drink, watched Vasco contemplate his pieces, and decided to play a little dirty.

He looked out of the window, playing the distracted boy while silently, he slipped one of his bare feet forward under the table. Absently, it brushed Gabriele’s ankle, just small enough to be something accidental. Raum glanced back at Gabriele’s face, finding little reaction, and so he became bolder. He lifted his foot, dragging it up the inside of the other man’s calf. Slowly, it lifted the fabric on his trousers, exposing his sock and— what was that? Garters? Ah, shit. He shouldn’t find that sexy.

Quickly, Raum drank the rest of the whiskey in his glass. He glanced back at the board, but his eyes couldn’t help dragging back to the other man, utterly distracted. He wanted to touch Vasco, all the molecules in his body crying out for it for his contact, the boundaries between them more unclear than ever. His foot was slowly stroking up and down Gabriele’s calf, his lips twisted into something almost petulant.

“Will I wait forever for your next move?” Head tilted aside, cocky and patronising. “Or do you need some help?”

@cantuscorvi

How and why he had agreed to play chess with this insolent and self-assured boy, truly, he wasn’t sure. The whiskey had definitely helped in the matter, because despite it all, Gabriele wasn’t truly a very skilled chess player in the first place. Back when he was in Italy, he had a regular opponent who had no mercy for crushing all of his strategies. “You always attack before looking at your defenses. You play as if there was an army behind your back, but truly, you leave your King in the open.” Lingering words that seemed to still be profoundly true right now. In front of the board, and as he saw his pawns positioned, he understood that once more he was offering an open gate for Raum’s moves. 

He sighed, as he watched the blond moving another of his chess pieces. A frown immediately crossed his features. He forgot about the jazzy sound played on the stereo, one he knew very well, nor the fact that two minutes before, he had quickly looked at Raum; the forbidden vision of the evening sun following the curve of his golden locks, giving him, for one second, the face of an angel. It was probably the booze; he was seeing beauty where he shouldn’t, and he was witnessing defeat where his attention should have been. He was cornered, and there was no need to observe Raum’s features to feel the ooze of his own victory leaking off his aura. 

“Ma che merdia, giuro…” (what a shit show, I swear...) He whispered, his brain working to find a proper solution to this mess. If it wasn’t mat, then it meant there was an opportunity he couldn’t seize, and it started to slowly bother him. Focusing on the board, he pressed both of his elbows onto the table, dark eyes fully concentrated on the next moves he should think about. He was determined not to let Raum win so easily, and finally, when he saw that there might be something to do, his brain couldn’t work anymore. 

He didn’t flinch nor move, but surely, the sensation of his foot pressed against his ankle gave him a sudden electrical salvo and a strange wrench within his guts. He didn’t dare to look up, as for a few seconds, he would give the blond the benefit of the doubt regarding his intentions, yet, the slow and controlled motions were enough to understand that there was no accident in this situation. Gabriele pinned his chin against his fist, unable to focus anymore on the Rook or the Queen, his entire mind boiling with another desire of conquest and victory; one that Raum had been pushing for too long. 

As expected, his foot still locked and plastered against his exposed flesh, Raum couldn’t contain his sensation of victory, bragging to his bodyguard to move, but where and how, there was a sudden blurry meaning to all of this. Eventually, Gabriele looked up, bathing in the unholy vision of that smug smile plastered on Raum’s lips, the same evening light embracing perfectly each corner of his ivory skin, enlightening those intense icy blue eyes and the two beauty marks under his eye, if it wasn’t for those dimples hollowing his cheeks so temptingly; a devilish invitation to earn or claim another sort of victory. Could he ever know what he was about to unleash? Gabriele was certain he could palpate the consequences of his actions, and yet, with no fear and no restraint, he would still move forward in the most dangerous situation. 

It was enough. Gabriele inhaled for a second before he removed himself from this dangerous touch, both of his feet now planted on the carpet before he stood back up. He could witness both surprise and disappointment moving in a hypnotical dance over Raum’s features, but for such a good chess player, surely, he could definitely anticipate the next move. Because deprived of his invisible fetters and his sensation of control, Gabriele skirted the wooden board and extended his large fingers, ten of them finding the fabric of Raum’s collar. With an almost pitiful ease, the boy was back on his feet as well, but was it because of the look on Gabriele’s face or his lowered guard - surely a bit of both - the bodyguard felt that he allowed all of this to happen. 

Everything in the attack. Nothing for the defense. The King was exposed in the backline. 

There were no words needed to express what he wanted; chess wasn’t about sentences and statements after all, but the capacity to act, and he was a man of actions. Where he found the light suiting him the best, Gabriele pushed Raum against the transparent panes of the window, trapped by both the beam of the dying sun and the body of a man who was nothing but his own inferno. Gabriele locked eyes with him, daring to step closer, until, like the light, there were no firm lines anymore between their two bodies. 

He knew he was about to take something that wasn’t his in the first place. Yet, tempted by the devil, he was about to soil his soul forever, the pad of his thumb toying with Raum’s bottom lip, as for once, he had found a proper way to silence him. There was no music playing in the room, if not the everlasting pulsation within his own ears, from his heart erratically bumping against his chest. It was forbidden, but it was so tempting. He inhaled one more time, his thumb gently brushing those two beauty marks with slowness, almost respect. 

“Mat.” Gabriele answered, before he eventually leaned forwards, as he claimed his King and won another kind of game. Lips finally crashed into Raum’s. There was at first nothing but the discovery of their shape, and the sudden warmth coming from his shaky breathing. He pressed his own slightly more, his hand following the curve of his jaw to find its way behind his skull, clapped on his nape, his thumb against his jugular.

At some point, decency and shyness faded; slowly eaten by something far more urgent. Despair crawled through the bodyguard’s body, and while he couldn’t contain that hum coming from the depths of his throat, he offered his tongue for a lascivious dance of victory. 

[simeonscott]

Secret Power! Zenkaizer!

[canisalbus]

I had a dream with Vasco and Machete last night, I don't remember all details, but I do remember people talking about Machete being some sort of fallen angel or something. I even saw flashes of his angelic form in between, I'll have to draw those when I get back home. It was both scary and delightful.

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[lookismfanfics]

Hii! Hope you're doing okay. May I request some of the characters accidentally hitting their calm maleReader instead of the enemy and now he's getting a huge bruise on where they hit him? thx u

Idk how many characters I'm allowed to choose so I'm just gonna name a few and you can pick..? 😅

Jake / Vasco / Zack / Jace / Vin Jin / Warren / Megumi / Goo

“𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐝!”

Warnings: Mentions of violence, fluff, not really fluff though, cursing, mentions of balls.

Jake • Vasco • Zack • Jace • Vin • Warren • Megumi • Goo

Hey anon! I’m doing good, thanks for asking! ♡︎ I decided to do everyone you requested because yes 😩 I also changed it up a little with the “enemy” part. Some of them are petty interactions, and others are full-fledged brawls lol.

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ✧ He was focusing a little too hard.

✧ The same mantra kept echoing in Jake’s mind, urging him on: “keep fighting.”

✧ He was just a little caught up in everything, that’s all—

✧ He was absorbed in hearing the definitive crack of his opponents nose, feeling the warm spew of blood that followed a hit to the ribs, seeing the trail of bodies that followed his path

✧ These suckers were really something. There were so many of them, and they had been harassing this area for long enough

✧ Jake had called out to Jerry to ask “Where is he?” But hadn’t gotten a response

✧ Then there’s a rustle behind him

✧ A sneak attack.

✧ Instincts go: 📈

✧ He whips around, just barely seeing the glint of purpose in his opponents eyes

✧ “Jake!”

✧ He feels the warm contact of hitting a cheek. But Jake isn’t stupid and realizes his fatal error

✧ I mean… who would’ve guessed that the opponent would duck?

✧ “Sorry (Y/N)! Where’ve you been-?” He pants

✧ Honestly Jake has never been more ashamed. He did hit him, didn’t he?

✧ (Y/N) doesn’t seem fazed, he just keeps up whatever he was doing. “It’s fine… I’ve just been around.”

✧ The man is hardly panting… damn you (Y/N). You’re attractive even when you aren’t trying…

✧ (That’s what Jake thinks anyways)

𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ✧ As soon as the fight is over, Jake runs.

✧ His dress shoes slam against what bare concrete is left, avoiding the piles of unconscious and semi-conscious bodies.

✧ He tries not to panic. He has to play it cool, and not throw a fit.

✧ Eventually, he finds you talking to Brad, nursing your busted fists with your back to him. Jake let’s out a sigh, “Pretty nasty hit you took there.”

✧ A playful smile toys at his lips as he observes you. You turn to him, seemingly unscathed, nodding with a small smile, “Uh, yeah. Nice punch Boss.”

✧ He tries not to let the use of formalities affect him too much. (Inwardly wounded)

✧ “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks, this time with a note of concern.

✧ “He thinks he has a concussion, boss,” Brad interrupts, just the hint of a smile intermingled with his serious tone.

✧ You ignore Jake’s slacked jaw and bewildered look, eyeing Brad tiredly, “So much for keeping a secret.”

✧ “You shouldn’t keep secrets from the boss- or your boyfr—”

✧ “(Y/N),” Jake drags his finger beneath your chin, prompting you to turn to him. “Is that tr…ue?”

✧ It’s not the thought of a concussion that made Jake stop.

✧ It’s…

✧ 😰

✧ “Your cheek… is this the one I hit?”

✧ You nod.

✧ “Well uh~ not to worry you but… it’s bruising just a little~” “It’s fine Jake-”

✧ Apparently he didn’t think it was “fine”.

✧ Jakes brows furrow together as he examines you. With the way his eyes darken and his smiles fades, He looks beyond apologetic; it’s as if guilt seeps into his every movement.

✧ “You don’t have to worry about it,” you smile. There’s not even the slightest hint of anxiety in your voice, but it does nothing to reassure Number One of Big Deal.

✧ “Yeah but you know I will,” he smirks half-heartedly, quickly reverting back to his worried face.

✧ He’s never letting it go. Every time he sees the splotch of that massive dark bruise, he feels the urge to apologize.

✧ It’s beyond an inside joke too.

✧ Anyone brings it up jokingly, and his head sags and a shadow runs across his face.

✧ “Sorry about that (Y/N).”

✧ “Jake, it healed months ago.”

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ✧ Fights like these were becoming more often.

✧ Vasco was adjusting to the oncoming rush of bad guys. He was confident in his abilities. Sure of himself; he was bound to crush them all.

✧ But…

✧ “(Y/N)? Are you alright?”

✧ His dark eyes scan the battlefield of boys swinging at each other, searching for one man in particular.

✧ He catches him in his sight. (Y/N).

✧ “Are you almost done—” “Euntae, focus.”

✧ The tone of his voice sends a chill down Vasco’s spine.

✧ The cogs in his brain stop working for a second as he continues fighting on autopilot. He wants to keep an eye on (Y/N). He doesn’t want to loose sight of him.

✧ Vasco feels a harsh smack to his ribs, knocking the wind out of him. What was that? His instincts heighten as his body reacts frantically.

✧ He turns to the guy fighting him, readying one of numerous forbidden moves just for him.

✧ Once he sends the guy flying it’s back to looking for (Y/N)-

✧ “Euntae-!”

✧ Smack.

𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐎𝐕

✧ “(Y/N)?! (Y/N) are you okay!? Please wake up!”

✧ Vasco was reduced to a sobbing mess.

✧ You open your eyes, staring at his red face damp with tears. It’s an odd sight- especially since you only fell down a couple of seconds ago.

✧ “Yeah Vasco… I’m fine,” you offer a small smile. Even if it does hurt, you know making a big deal out of nothing would be problematic.

✧ You act calm. Chill. Even a little nonchalant.

✧ Vasco remains crouched on the ground while you dust off your pants, glancing around the parking lot littered with bloodied “bad guys.”

✧ “You’re positive that you’re alright?” He asks slowly, staring at you with concern.

✧ “Yeah. It’ll probably form a bruise at the most,” you reply. You touch your chest, seemingly unfazed.

✧ You feel awful for lying to him. Your chest feels like it’s on fire. It’s sore and laborious to breathe… but you won’t tell him that.

✧ “Sorry.” Vasco says simply.

✧ No one brings it up until you’re undressing at the Burn Knuckles base.

✧ Everyone is slipping out of their jumpsuits and into more comfortable, casual clothes. It smells sweaty and feels humid… but somehow Leon always manages to steal the bathroom before anyone else. (Thankfully)

✧ You listen quietly, offering smiles as Vasco retells a story about him and Jace, obviously awaiting your reaction.

✧ He doesn’t intentionally flaunt his muscles in front of you… but sometimes it seems that way. That’s partially why you like to keep most of your clothes on around him- so he doesn’t start comparing. 😳

✧ “That’s funny~” you reply to one of his stares that begged for your approval. You lift your shirt off over your shoulders, slinging it around your neck as you grab a fresh one.

✧ The room: … You: … You: 🫥

✧ “…What?”

✧ Vasco’s eyes start to gloss over as he frantically grabs your shoulders, examining your bare chest.

✧ “(Y/N)… who hit you?” “I’m sure lots of people did…”

✧ Vasco shakes his head, rubbing his hand across the massive dark splotch that stains your skin. The discolored purple and red resembles a fist… but it doesn’t seem to click to him.

✧ If he means right there… then…. “Probably you.”

✧ You smirk, shaking your head as Vasco stares at you in horror. The bruise doesn’t really bother you- you’re covered in them after today anyway.

✧ Of course you handle his outbursts calmly… reassuring him that you’re not angry.

✧ But he continues, eyes scanning over you for any more bruises that he might’ve given you. “I’m sorry (Y/N)… I didn’t mean for that to happen…”

✧ Vasco: 🥺😰

✧ He apologizes a million times, often quietly and at random. ✧ No- he will not forgive himself.

✧ Yes… he forgets about it for a few weeks before remembering and apologizing all over again.

✧ Jace and the rest of the Burn Knuckles make sure to not ever bring it up again. You also are forced to wear some form of padding under your shirt whenever you get into a fight.

𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤

✧ Zack isn’t gonna deny it. That guy is getting on his nerves.

✧ This was supposed to be a hang out with him and (Y/N). They were gonna chill and head to the movies. Maybe do some karaoke later.

✧ Just the two of them. Not even Mira was tagging along today.

✧ But then this guy showed up.

✧ Zack feels himself growing more agitated by the minute. He grits his teeth and looks in the opposite direction, willing himself to calm down.

✧ (Y/N) and him are on a park bench… and this idiot decides to stand behind them and catcall.

✧ “You work out bro~?”

✧ Zack is literally seething. (Y/N) has to put his hand on Zack’s leg to keep him from springing up.

✧ “Do you mind reading between the lines?” (Y/N) asks, flashing his three middle fingers before turning to Zack.

✧ “Wanna go to the theatre early? We could walk around-” he whispers, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

✧ Zack is still irked. His brows are knitted together tightly, but he simply shrugs and nods: “Whatever. Let’s just get away from this dunce.”

✧ The dunce, however, seems to really like being annoying. “Can I tag along with you two-?”

✧ “F*ck off,” Zack glares. He starts walking ahead, curling his hands into fists but keeping them shoved firmly in the corners of his pockets.

✧ He keeps his gaze trailed on the ground, trying to cool off. He’d hate to ruin this hang out with (Y/N) even more. So he’ll play it cool and be the bigger man- like Mira tells him to be. It’s hotter that way. ((Y/N) will think so too, right?)

✧ The smirk that spread across his lips disappears in a matter of moments.

✧ “Nice ass-!” The creep calls.

✧ And that’s it. The final straw.

✧ Zack is going for a straight jab. He’d be caught dead before he let someone get away catcalling (Y/N) of all people-

✧ He turns and slams his fist, making direct contact. He can hear the definitive clack of teeth, he watches as he stumbles backwards.

✧ But Zack realizes what he’s done…

✧ “S-Sh*t (Y/N)! What were you doing there-?” (Y/N) nurses his jaw tenderly, glaring. He sighs and turns to the guy, telling him to ‘beat it.’

✧ Zack moves to cup (Y/N)’s cheek, looking frantic. He mumbles ‘idiot’ over and over… but more to himself than anyone.

✧ He knows he’s screwed up big time. He’s insistent on helping (Y/N) walk… even though he isn’t dizzy and he claims his cheek isn’t sore.

✧ He tries to forget about it as they watch the movie… but he can’t. As soon as the lights in the cinema flicker on he scans (Y/N) for any bruising.

✧ “I can’t believe it’s so big…” “I already told you it’s fine.” “But- argh I should beat that guy to a pulp- you sure you’re okay?” “Yeah I’m sure, Zack.”

✧ He’s apologetic- but still an angry boy at heart.

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞

✧ In his defense- Jace is usually pretty good about “self control” and everything.

✧ He’s also pretty good about it reading the atmosphere. He can tell when the mood has turned sour or hostile.

✧ He’s able to “let it go” when there’s a petty misunderstanding. Most of the time.

✧ But today this one guy (Duri…?) is killing him.

✧ He’s been a nuisance for a few weeks now… but The Burn Knuckles never had the heart to tell him off. Even (Y/N) was pretty chill about the guy- and he was usually more fiery than Jace.

✧ But as of right now, Jace stands idly with Woong and (Y/N), listening to whatever BS that guy, Duri Lee, is spewing out.

✧ Woong and (Y/N) are listening boredly as the one-sided conversation turns from childish comparisons to full-fledged insults.

✧ Duri wraps his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder, despite (Y/N) having shrugged him off twice already.

✧ Jace feels awful. He reminds himself of how jealous Johan was back during the One Night scandal. It’s embarrassing knowing that he’s feeling jealousy about… this.

✧ He’s not a jealous person… but Duri really gets on his nerves. If he keeps up his stupid act, his stupidity might spread to Jace… and then he’ll do something stupid.

✧ Even as Duri begins to degrade Jace himself, rambling a bunch of nonsense about how he “isn’t as smart as he looks”, Jace manages to keep it together. He feels a twinge of annoyance and glares, but he doesn’t say anything.

✧ The rest of the Burn Knuckles aren’t buying the bs anyway. So it’s fine.

✧ “Know you place, Duri.”

✧ Jace’s gaze snaps over to (Y/N). Did he hear him correctly? Did (Y/N) finally say something? He feels a small smile winding onto his face-

✧ “I know exactly where my place is!” Duri sputters indignantly. His look of shock is short lived and is soon replaced by a smirk. It’s highly probable that he’ll take a pathetic jab at redemption.

✧ Jace hates the way Duri’s eyes roam over (Y/N). He braces himself for what comes next.

✧ “It should be sweating over you, if you know what I mean.”

✧ Great. Gross.

✧ Jace turns to Duri now, scowling at him, “You wanna say that again? The Burn Knuckles don’t hit on each other, so don’t even think-” “Whatever Jace. Me and him were just gonna do some catching up~”

✧ Duri makes a crude gesture with his hands. He keeps his arm wrapped around (Y/N), who rolls his eyes and glares.

✧ (Y/N) sighs, “Or so you think. You do know that me and Jace are-”

✧ One kick- one harsh smack. Jace doesn’t know what he’s doing- but whatever it is lands Duri facedown on the floor.

✧ He’s startled by his own rashness. Stupidity really is contagious. He frowns down at Duri but doesn’t move anymore. “Like I said. Burn Knuckle members like you aren’t allowed to hit on their superiors.”

✧ He turns to embrace the startled and disappointed stares from Woong and (Y/N) (respectively)

✧ But naturally, Duri needs to have the last word. Like all PTJ small fries, he wants to sign his death certificate a little early.

✧ “That stupid hierarchy is never gonna get you laid,” he grumbles.

✧ Jace turns and throws all his weight into the kick-

✧ Blocked.

✧ (Y/N)…?

✧ (Y/N) has his arms outstretched in a block, giving Jace an unreadable stare. He sighs, releasing the second-in-command’s foot.

✧ “(Y/N)-” “That’s gonna leave a bruise.”

———

✧ Jace is sitting with (Y/N) a little latter. He still feels a pang of frustration when he remembers the little situation… as well as guilt for hitting (Y/N).

✧ (Y/N) rolls up his sleeves, looking over his arms quietly. Based on his eerie calmness, Jace can assume that there’s a pretty large bruise forming.

✧ Despite the knowing of guilt, Jace is a tad bit grateful for the intervention. He knows (Y/N) only stopped him for the sake of his dignity.

✧ “You’re not normally so passive-aggressive,” (Y/N) comments nonchalantly.

✧ “I know… I’m sorry.” Jace rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, feeling a touch of color flare in his cheeks.

✧ He promises to help ice it, and assures (Y/N) that he won’t do anything like that again. He just smiles dryly and waves it off.

✧ “You probably won’t have the need to,” he says.

✧ Jace looks up at him, his fingers still gingerly rubbing around the bruise. “Won’t have to… attack Duri?”

✧ (Y/N) nods, “He p*ssed himself, apparently.”

✧ Jace knows it’s wrong… honest to god he feels bad… but he couldn’t help but smirk at the thought.

(I swear I’m sorry this entire thing is a mess. I can’t decide which POV to stick to-)

𝐕𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐧

✧ In his defense, Vin had recently gotten his glasses re-tinted… and so he was having some trouble adjusting.

✧ But it would’ve been nice if he didn’t walk by you in some grubby alleyway. What a nuisance. He just wanted to go home, listen to some rap, and eat his onion rings.

✧ But you… of course… found yourself in a predicament. 😔

✧ “You’re just gonna stand there?” You call, back pressed against the wall as you stare lazily past the punks you apparently offended.

✧ They seem ticked that your attention is suddenly elsewhere.

✧ Vin just stares at you, silent for a moment, before shoving his hands into his pockets. “It’s not my problem.”

✧ “They called me a d*ck-” you call. Although the familiarity of the term has nulled any offended emotions, you’re certain Vin has reserved insulting-you-rights for himself.

✧ “Not my problem,” Vin insists, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

✧ The punks continue to close in on you, throwing insults at the two of you- despite Vin being across the alley. You both ignore them.

✧ “Ah- they also called Mary fat.”

✧ “Still not my problem.”

✧ “They said Duke’s music is better than yours-”

✧ “Did not!”

✧ “And they called your sunglasses ‘gaudy’.”

✧ Which is followed by silence as one of the punks lowers a cigarette bud towards your cheek. You don’t flinch, staring past his shoulder at Vin.

✧ You wait in anticipation for Vin to say something. Anything. You’re so intent on seeing his reaction you hardly notice the burning sensation of the cigarette nearing your skin.

✧ “No they didn’t…” Vin mumbles. He adjusts his stance- and now you’re sure he isn’t going to abandon you.

✧ “Would you freaks shut up?!” The punk rolls his eyes in exasperation, pulling the bud away from your face and turning to Vin.

✧ “Or do you have somethin’ you wanna say too?” The delinquent flicks the cigarette to the side, staring your knight-in-shining-armor up and down reproachfully.

✧ You inwardly moan. Vin has lots of things he wants to say. It’s best not to get him started.

✧ “You talk too much,” Vin answers, and begins strutting forward.

✧ You crack your knuckles, relieved you won’t have to take them all on your own.

✧ “Anyway this is a waste of my time- so let’s just go (Y/N).” He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, not at all prepared for the slap.

✧ Yes. A petty, weak, girlish, slap.

✧ A slap that knocks his sunglasses askew. You freeze.

✧ “Hey,” you call loudly, watching as their heads swivel towards you. “Don’t look at him. Say anything and I-”

✧ The loud noise of bones cracking interrupts you-

✧ Vin goes rampant, giggling and grinning like a school girl. Oh hell. You shrug and get into your own fighting stance. “Well I guess he’ll kick your asses anyways- so nevermind…” you mutter.

✧ Those stupid glasses. Distorting his vision all the time. Even…

✧ In fights.

✧ You feel numbness tingling through your arms as you avoid another swing of your opponents arm. Reaching up with a strike of your own, you manage to punch him in the ribs for a KO.

✧ You’re so focused. Vin is so distracted.

✧ You scan the two other guys already beaten to the ground, and look up to see Vin walking towards you victoriously—

✧ But instead he’s charging you with arms at the ready— “WAIT VIN-!”

✧ He stops mid-swing… but only after he’s felt his skin contact with yours.

✧ The force sends you backwards into the wall. Nausea and dizziness begin bubbling in your body.

✧ You feel your knees buckle and your eyes crossing, and the pounding of your heart is auditable in your ears as you nurse your numb jaw.

✧ Meanwhile Vin just stands there in shock, calling you names while asking insincerely if you’re okay.

✧ “You can’t blame me cuz you were in the way you little sh*t! Ugh… f*ck…” he mutters.

✧ You’re calm while he rambled, but your patience begins to thin as he continues insisting the blame was all on you.

✧ “Vin…” you say calmly. “Would you shut the hell up. If it weren’t for your stupid glasses…”

✧ -He gawks in surprise

✧ “Then I wouldn’t have a concussion. Or a nose bleed,” you snap.

✧ There’s silence. Your face is illuminated by the blue light of your phone as you search for the Urgent Care nearby.

✧ “…That does look pretty bad.” Finally. He has the decency to be a little sincere.

✧ Vin leans in closely, trying to catch your eye. While you avoid eye contact, you are perfectly in tune with his movements.

✧ “I’m taking you to my place,” Vin huffs with a smirk, seemingly trying to redeem himself as he shoves his hands into his pants.

✧ “I thought you didn’t care earlier,” you answer, still scrolling on your phone. Only half-listening.

✧ Then his bulky arm wraps around your torso, and he scoops you over his shoulder.

✧ ‼️

✧ Not good for the nausea or dizziness.

✧ But anyway…he did carry you to the Urgent Care…

✧ Where he blatantly denies bruising you up, and even laughs a little. (Okay- he does feel a little guilty…)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧

✧ “(Y/N)-” “I’m not closing my eyes.”

✧ There’s no way you’re letting Warren take them all by himself.

✧ It’s just not happening.

✧ He seems to know. He’s fine with you fighting, as long as he isn’t there to worry over you. He can’t get over the urge to intervene and protect you until the fight is over. That’s always been the case.

✧ “You let Eli fight,” you remind him, turning to face away from him and towards the crowd of delinquents. “You’re not (Eli. That’s) different.”

✧ You’re not different than Eli? Well then, you’ll take that as a yes… even if you do inwardly know what he was trying to say.

✧ Your shoes slap against the floor as you walk through puddles of water. The day is overcast, just like Warren’s mood.

✧ Soon enough the blood mixes with the water.

✧ The man spits out a tooth as you throw an elbow into his jaw. Your clenched fists shake like leaves as you deliver a kick into his back.

✧ It’s loud- but you can’t even hear the shouts of grunts of the fight…

✧ Just the ringing in your ears. The adrenaline pump doesn’t help… it just gives you endurance and an animalistic will to withstand the blows. It doesn’t help you make decisions, or strike properly.

✧ “Warren-!” You feel your heart beating in your ears.

✧ Warren is smart in his own way. But once his mind is shrouded with concern, he’ll do anything to plow a path straight to you.

✧ Oh? You were just trying to draw his attention to the guy making a lame attempt at a “sneak attack?”

✧ Nevermind then…

✧ But as it starts winding down and all that’s left are the decently-difficult fighters… Warren feels his heart lurching out of his chest.

✧ “Gotta help (Y/N)…” he thinks to himself. And the thought replays. Over and over. “The mighty Warren Chae won’t let him get hurt...”

✧ (Y/N)…. (Y/N)….

✧ You….

✧ “You-!?” Slam

✧ Warren didn’t mean to loose focus and body slam you into the wall— but he did—

✧ “You’re…(good?I didn’t see you) in the way! (Sorry!)” His words slur thickly and he skips a few while he’s at it.

✧ Your vision feels fuzzy. Your body feels hot as he presses his rough hands against your neck. But as your heartbeat slows back to normal, and the adrenaline boost wears off, you come to face reality.

✧ The fight isn’t over.

✧ “I’m fine Warren,” you assure him calmly. “But don’t get distracted-”

✧ “Then listen to me,” he says firmly. Ignoring the oncoming kick directed at him, he leans (down/up) towards you. “Close your eyes.”

✧ He forces your body into a sitting position on the ground. Your hands shake slightly as you hold your sore shoulder. Your eyes are squeezed shut.

✧ You keep quiet and try to block out the disturbing noises. Shouts of agony, the snapping of bones. It doesn’t bother you as much when you’re fighting together… but knowing Warren is going rampant makes you uneasy.

✧ “Okay… open your (eyes).”

✧ Warren is already kneeling beside you, brushing his calloused hands around your torso to (take off your jacket and) lift off your shirt.

✧ You feel the cold slap of breeze against your skin 💨 👋

✧ Warren’s droopy eyes look a mixture of sad-dog and irritated-cat. How could he mistake you for the enemy?

✧ Guilty… frustrated… concerned.

✧ He rubs his rough palm against your shoulder. His thumb pad traces circles around the large bruise that’s forming.

✧ The longer you sit there, the darker the bruise seems. And it’s making Warren a little paranoid.

✧ “It’s getting worse-” he mumbles.

✧ “I’ll be fine.”

✧ “I’ll treat it back home.”

✧ “Alright… take me to bed I guess.”

✧ “…”

✧ A pause.

✧ “Bed rest. I meant. Not really like that.”

✧ “…I was gonna say. I’m not sure if you’re up for that.”

✧ Yeah. It’s time to shut up.

✧ Is Warren sad? Yes. Guilty? Yup. Frustrated? Very. It’s never happening again. You’ll probably never be allowed throw a punch in his presence ever again.

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢

✧ Magami curls his toes into the sticky martial arts mats that line the floor. Even though it’s night outside, the training room is still illuminated by tube lights overhead.

✧ Practicing his karate, even when the room is empty and less stuffy, still feels constructing in the mask. It’s still not as bad as it is in the arena.

✧ He practices the fluid motion of his kick again.

✧ Then the movement of his strike.

✧ He hears the door creak open. Kenta swears that if Nomen tries to interrupt him with some annoying sh-

✧ A best of silence passes as he distances himself from the sandbag. Maybe it wasn’t Nomen after all.

✧ But then there’s a voice that sounds out-

✧ Magami feels the blood rushing to his face- and without thinking he swings his leg for an ushiro geri-

✧ Slam.

✧ He feels his foot connect with wood, snapping through the barriers and splitting the cypress in half. His pulse remains sickeningly fast as he straightens and turns to face the back.

✧ He was right. It wasn’t Nomen…

✧ Instead, Tanuki - you - stands rigidly behind him, cupping your face and the shattered splinters of wood.

✧ He broke your mask.

✧ “It’s just me, Daruma…” you say quietly, still standing stiff and in shock. You stare at him with half of your face naked and exposed while dragging your finger across your damp cheek. Blood. You’re bleeding…

✧ “Don’t get in my way again.” That’s his reply.

✧ His voice is deep and muffled. A better mask for his emotions that’s the actual mask that he wears. You can tell, out of perceptiveness, that he’s a bit flustered.

✧ His brows are drawn together tightly and his lips purse from behind his disguise. He feels his heart hammering in his chest. Why Tanuki…? Of all people.

✧ You tuck your free hand into your pocket, removing the remains of your mask with the other with calm precision, nodding understandingly.

✧ “I was coming to tell you how late it was,” you drawl.

✧ This is why Kenta thinks you can be an annoying prick. You stand there in such a relaxed pose, voice drawing reactions out of Kenta he has no control over.

✧ His eyes are wandering. Tanuki (you) was always more appealing to Kenta than the others, to an extent.

✧ “How late is it?” He asks.

✧Tanuki wasn’t as annoying as Nomen, and he carried a conversation better than Hyottoko. Hanyya was always accompanied by Nomen, so that was a no-go. And Tanuki was much less obnoxious than Shiba Inu.

✧ “The circus is starting in an hour. It’s that late.”

✧ His eyes wandered up from your dress shoes, your suit pants… and flickered over that iconic, unmistakable bulge that earned you the Tanuki alias; across his chest and up to your cheek.

✧ Kenta’s attention was fixated on your cheek. With the mask no longer covering your face, he could see your features for the - third time?

✧ And your cheek, he notices, is bleeding.

✧ “You’re gonna form a bad bruise if you don’t ice that,” he remarks all of a sudden.

✧ He moves to unbutton his suit and change into the convict clothes. Keeping his focus away from you.

✧ “Oh…” you murmur from behind him. Even without looking, Kenta knows you’ve begun touching your cheek gingerly again. “Well it doesn’t matter. It’s always covered up anyway.”

✧ Kenta doesn’t feel as guilty about it as he does embarrassed. And it’s not really- embarrassment… just- he just feels flustered. Actually, at this point he isn’t sure how he feels.

✧ “Ice it.” This time it’s not a warning, but a command.

✧ “I will… I will. Afterwards. You need help-?”

✧ At this point, Magami is convinced Tanuki could pull off any pose and turn him on. He feels riled up and agitated as you lean to help unfasten a particularly stubborn button.

✧ “…Don’t be a d*ck, Tanuki.”

✧ “‘No thanks’ would’ve sufficed.”

✧ You proceed to unfasten his shirt anyway. Kenta’s face remains impassive, but he won’t deny his gratitude for the mask policy right now 🫣.

✧ He stares at the bloody, darkening splotch on your cheek. Unmistakably the result of his kick. He also notes that you look good without the mask.

✧ Once he slides out of his shirt and into the bright orange one, he brings up his finger to tap harshly against your face.

✧ “Well, ice it soon.”

✧ He starts unfastening his pants. As he bends down, he can’t help but sneak glances at your limp bulge tucked away in your own slacks. He really disgusts himself sometimes. But you’re so damnably attractive, it’s almost annoying.

✧ Rephrase: it is annoying.

✧ You adjust your stance, shifting your weight from leg to leg and crossing your arms. Damn you. Kenta almost chokes.

✧ “Will do,” you chuckle.

✧ “Don’t make me kick you again.”

✧ “Daruma…”

Cough- cough… ☞︎ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

𝐆𝐨𝐨

✧ “Don’t wander off too far boo~”

✧ “Goo…”

✧ You feel a little exasperated. As Goo Kim’s secret friend, you’d think he’d treat you more like an equal. Or at least have confidence in your capabilities.

✧ And how did you end up being singled out as his ‘dearly beloved’ anyway?

✧ As you land another hit on some poor punk’s ribs, you feel your promise ring scrape his skin and draw blood.

✧ So… seeing as you’re wearing that ridiculous price of jewelry… you sort of already know how that story ended.

✧ But it doesn’t matter. You’re tying to stay level-headed as you fight, and your ‘future spouse’ being obnoxious isn’t soothing your nerves.

✧ In fact, you can’t recall a single time fighting with Goo was therapeutic. So I guess this isn’t anything different from the norm.

✧ “What’s for dinner?” You ask boredly. You sink into your toes and dodge a wild swing, kicking the kid in the gut.

✧ “Whatever you feel like babe!” Goo replies energetically as he finishes bashing in some heads.

✧ “I could go for some bird meat,” you muse quietly as a new onrush of guys heads your way. It’s a wonder than Goo hears you.

✧ “Ooh- okay! How about chicken?”

✧ “Pass. Turkey?”

✧ Goo swings a crowbar around expertly, a more focused expression on his features. He takes a moment to reply. “Nah… I hate the flavor.”

✧ “Okay, how about-”

✧ “Duck!”

✧ Whack.

✧ “…Or just… embrace it I guess. You look hot either way, babe.”

✧ “Kim… remember our conversation about clear communication?”

✧ “Uh huh? But I did warn ya!” “We were literally talking about birds.”

✧ You snap a guys wrist without even looking, glaring (up/down) at Goo.

✧ The rest of the fight you ignore him. Your expression remains neutral afterwards as he takes you to the urgent care.

✧ “At least it hit you in the shoulder!”

✧ “Yeah- I wonder where it would’ve hit me if I had ducked.”

✧ “Stop being all calm and angry at me boo! It’s creepy!”

✧ “…Alright. Whatever Goo.”

[sanseitm]

@seeasunset​—

“ don’t forget why we’re here. there’s far more at stake than our lives if this goes wrong. ”

“𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙀” - 𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙋𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎.

     “Calme-toi. Your confidence in me is inspiring, but I’ve actually done this sort of thing a time or two before.”

     Vasco was stoic and perhaps a little too serious for Lupin’s tastes, but the other was also level-headed and efficient at his work. Decent smugglers, much less ones willing to work alongside high-caliber and highly wanted thieves such as himself, were few and far between, and of course Lupin would pay quite a pretty penny for the other’s services. However, the other’s words felt a bit heavy in proportion to the reality as the thief saw it, especially considering his own line of work.

     Above the table, Vasco was to be transporting some nice Italian wine alongside genuine olive oil, a rarity in a market flooded with counterfeits. But below the table would he be transporting a series of paintings that Lupin would steal from the Vatican itself to his buyer – as well as several more confidential documents. The world of politics was so deeply engrained with religion, a tale as old as time and any written human history, but he didn’t ask questions about this particular job, never particularly guided too strongly by morals. After all, he wasn’t exactly a friend of justice.

     “We’re not saving the world or anything, so why don’t you have a cigarette?” With the proposition, he offered out the carton to the other, one smoke already handily out of the box, awaiting for Vasco to pluck it up. 

[wannaeatramyeon]

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Ara ara Anon here! Here us a fun ask for you! That probably required research (Lol).

What type of chocolate brand do Lookism boys and girl loves? And what your favorite also?

Hey Ara Ara anon! How you doing? This ask made me lol, athough all your asks have tickled me. First you were thirsty, now you're hungry?

I'm not actually a huge fan of chocolate in general but Toblerones are my weakness.

So...

I'm was thinking about the chocolates and I think it might be too region specific. I'm from the UK. Vin is a classic Yorkie, Gun is a Lindt truffle but does that mean anything?

And then I thought about flavour of crisps (or chips). And if Jake Kim was McCoys Steak and Johan Walker's barbecue rib (WHICH IS ALSO NO LONGER MANUFACTURED)... and again, too specific?

Sorry for twisting your ask. I've left out any that doesn't give me a general vibe. But anyway.

Lookism Fave... Snacks

Jake: crisps/chips vibe. Like there'll be a serious Big Deal meeting and you just hear 'crunch'. Shifty eyes, a little guilty. "Sorry. Please continue" until Jason gets into the flow of things again then... 'crunch'.

Mira: Home baked cookies! Cupcakes! Brownies! Started when she was young and to share with Zack and Johan. She still bakes for Zack, and he's touched until she shares it with the rest of the group too >:(

Zack: something boring like protein bars. Remember the fitness craze when you would kid yourself and microwave a bar and 'OMG it tastes like rEaL bRoWniEs'. Fucking lies man. But yeah, he's one of them

Zoe: Definitely a strawberry pepero girlie. And what a conveniently easy snack to share with Piggy too. Looooove pepero day. Still waiting for big or little Daniel to send her some

Daniel: I mean. Honestly. We've seen little Daniel's eating habits when getting trained by Vasco. I don't think he's too fussy

Vasco: y'all got kinder eggs? the choc eggs with the toy inside and a kiddie's choking hazard warning? He loves them but the warning is actually for our lil Tabasco

Goo: reminds me of RDJ/Iron Man era. Just snacks everywhere. You're talking to him, quickly glance away and suddenly he's manifested a fresh pretzel??

Mary Kim: popcorn. Something to munch on whilst Vin Jin is being a drama queen

Gun: are cigarettes a snack?

Johan: he'll have whatever you're having. You don't get a say in this.

Crystal: justice AGAIN for crystal and why tf she needs to restrict her diet when Daniel DOESN'T

[hoodlutz09]

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ー The Nauts' involvement:

There is not much to say on this other than look at Vasco's Inquisition verse for the full details. The only thing to say here is that the Nauts are seen from time to time in Kirkwall.

ー Vasco's involvement:

Still a Dalish elf but a bit younger during the events of DA2. It is a bit weird seeing a Dalish elf like himself walking the streets of Kirkwall. Other than the stares or a few passing insults, there's not much people can do other than earn the wrath of the Nauts or find themselves laying on the ground, unconscious because Vasco took his time to fight them. Not that he purposely looked for a fight but sometimes things happened.

He is not a recruitable companion and only someone who pops up every now and then. Only got more involved because of Isabela. Given the two are both people who shares the seas, it's no doubt he has some kind of connection to her.

At first, they were on the opposite spectrum, given Vasco is a sailor and Isabela is a pirate. So, it's expected to have some kind of rivalry. One that blossomed into a friendship where they seem to roast each other and toy with one another.

Vasco doesn't particularly like Kirkwall or what is going on.