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wannaeatramyeon · 9 months

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Fem!reader Isekai in Lookism ?

Anon, so sorry I'm answering this exactly 3 months later. You're my last request from May and I was soooo close to deleting it because I have had exactly zero ideas. Then I got partly inspired by @honeyhotteok fic here and now I'm running on less than 3hrs sleep in work and it's your fault. Oh yeah, and I've completely twisted the ask as well. It's not even close. So all that wait was for nothing 🙇🏻‍♀️

Adventures of YOUR part time job in the Lookismverse

G/N. You work the graveyard shift in a convenience store. You meet bizarre characters on different nights. Part 2

There's something wrong with people your age these days.

Everyone seems to be either in a gang or up to some shady shit. Seriously what is going on. Is this all a big joke that only you aren't in on?

Just the other day you swear you saw a group of guys in boiler suits punch through some walls across the street. Like what the fuck? What did the wall ever do to you? And then someone apparently called Tabasco starts chanting something about Burn Knuckles and oh my fucking god it's 11pm please shut up.

Oh course you never said that, you still have some sense of self preservation.

And how does anyone even have the time for all this. Between school and this part time job, you barely have enough hours to sleep.

You miss Daniel, the coworker who you haven't seen for a good year but used to gossip into the early morning with. He always seemed a bit nervous and fidgety when you voiced your concerns and observations, but you just assumed he was a nervous and fidgety kinda guy.

There would have been some fun stories to share. Instead now you work the graveyard shift on your own.

Case in point, the guy standing in front of you looks like one bad conversation away from a mental breakdown.

And really you're not in the habit of checking out customers but he cuts a striking figure. Every exposed inch of skin besides his face inked, and (you silently ask for his forgiveness for the objectification) the biggest chest you have ever seen. What even is this guy eating? What is this guy injecting? Lifting?

The question is almost out of your mouth but then you see the look in his eyes and slam your lips shut.

Nevermind. You ring his purchases through and tell him to have a good night.

You're restocking the shelves when you notice a guy with a scar across his lip and nose, dripping blood from god knows where all over your freshly mopped floor.

Which is alarming in itself but come on man. Look at the floors. You're making it so fucking gross.

He notices you watching him, gives you an apologetic look and says he'll take care of it.

He makes a quick call and in comes 26 guys, one after the other and they line up in front of him.

You know it's exactly 26 because you counted all 26. And you've also watched all 26 pairs of dirty shoes trample over your previously nice clean floor.

The blood drippy guy asks politely for the mop and bucket and you think this must be some sort of prank because why the hell is this even necessary. 26 guys to share your one solitary mop and bucket and to clean a goddamn floor that you managed in 10 minutes.

"Get out." He blinks at you, taken aback by your tone. "Or I'm calling the police."

"You can bring your pups in!" You call out to the emo teen lurking outside.

Health and safety be damned because look how fucking cute these dogs are!

He hesitates but then the rain grows heavier and all three rush in.

You miss the suspicious glance he gives you, too fixated on how adorable the dogs are. You don't even mind their wet fur or muddy paws because look at these little babies!

And huh, this guy must really love them too with his, you squint, God? Dog? hoodie on. D'aww that's so stinking sweet.

Damnit, you knew these two would be trouble the moment they stepped foot into your store.

The tall blonde just gives off a distinct creepy vibe and the shorter one has his entire eyebrows shaved off.

Shaved. Off.

You couldn't help but stare when you put their purchases through and noticed some regrowth and stubble. Is this a trend you missed out on? Either way you're glad because there's no way you're shaving off your own eyebrows.

They converse in Japanese, not even saying a word to you. No thanks or anything, which is fine you suppose. But then they pay you in fucking yen.

They're out the door by the time you see the cash and fuck. Your boss is going to go apeshit when he finds out.

"What do you think, sweetheart?"

A new blonde guy addresses you tonight and for crying out loud, you just want a quiet shift.

What do you think of his white suit? With the garish LV logos? That it's tacky as fuck. That anyone with any sort of taste would never ever wear that. You keep your actual thoughts to yourself and instead just say it's fine.

That does nothing to subdue the blonde. He does stop talking to you though, and just mutters bitterly under his breath. You catch the words blind and tasteless.

His partner smirks at your response.

And isn't that a whole other kettle of fish because it's currently 2am and you're indoors and who the hell wears sunglasses right now. You think he's a douche of the highest calibre.

The smirk is wiped from his face when he asks for cigarettes and you ask for ID. He doesn't have it on him.

"No can do. No ID, no sale."

He leans aggressively into your space, and reveals his eyes peering over his sunglasses.

My god, what is up with this duo? One with the tacky suit, and this one with the ugly black contact lenses.

You don't budge and the guy is dragged out by the blonde cackling.

Ugh. That laugh gives you a headache for the rest of your shift.

You really wish customers would stop involving you in their conversation.

This one, who looks exactly like how you would imagine a SoundCloud rapper that has their mother following them and no one else, asks you to listen to his music.

He insists that he's good as the blonde girl rolls her eyes.

You listen to about 10 seconds and make up your mind.

He's wrong. He's very wrong. You want to suggest he gets checked out at the doctor because clearly his ears aren't working properly.

Instead, you mention you like Duke Pyeon, he's more your taste. Has he heard of him? It's the wrong thing to say though because this guy looks angrier than you've ever seen anyone.

"Don't start Vin, I've seen you listening to his music." The girl scoffs.

'Vin' shouts in indignation and storms off with his friend trailing closely behind.

"Can I help?" You ask with your customer service voice and customer service smile.

He has been standing in front of the hair dyes for a good ten minutes as his friend looks increasingly bored and you can't blame him.

"No thanks, I'm just browsing," he responds and you tell him you'll be just over there if he needs anything.

You kill some time playing on your phone, look up, and both of them are still in the exact same spot.

The one with the H on his neck looks about ready to tear his hair out.

"Come on bro, just pick one!"

"No Warren, this is important. I need it to suit my new aesthetics."

You shrug and return back to your kitty kat restaurant game.

"Cool glasses," you tell the guy walking around the store and he looks affronted at first before realising you're being sincere and gives you a small smile instead.

You wonder if you can pull off orange tinted glasses too or whether you'd just look like an idiot. It's probably the latter you decide when you ring up his energy drinks.

"I'm a boxer," he offers, as if you're judging the amount of caffeine he's going to slam down.

"Ok?"

"I need it for my training."

"Sure."

You've seen weirder purchases and weirder combinations. The people coming in looking frantic and buying a single plunger or pack of toilet paper never fails to make you chuckle.

To be honest the amount he's buying is a bit nuts, and you wonder if he's going to drink it all in one go. You probably wouldn't sleep for a year if it was you.

"Enjoy your training," you say, heaving and handing over the bag of 19 cans.

A mute blonde gestures at you

You try to use some sign language, but he looks at you as if you're crazy. At least you think he does but you can't see his eyes.

Somehow you're able to decipher he's lost his dogs. Four. Golden retrievers. And he asks if you have seen them.

(Huh. Do you have telepathy? Do you have the gift?)

You tell him no and he sprints out.

You spend the rest of your shift trying to move things with your newly discovered psychic powers.

Spoiler: you have zero powers. Zilch.

You think you might be having a stroke.

Because on what planet did this K-pop idol think the disguise would work. Cap and mask on but tufts of pink hair poking out and dressed completely in white.

It's like he's asking for attention and for people to ooh and aah over who that could be.

As he leaves, you shout that you can't wait for his next album. He turns around in complete shock that you recognised him, as if you solved the world's hardest puzzle.

It's a good job that DG has such a pretty face because what an idiot.

You hear two voices mention the words Daniel Park and your ears perk up, wondering if it's about your old colleague.

Nah. You're just being silly. It's not an uncommon name at all and too much of a coincidence.

"I haven't seen Daniel in ages! Have you heard from him, Zoe?"

"No," you see her friend shake her head from the corner of your eye.

The brown haired girl tilts her head in thought, "I wonder how Zack is doing too. I haven't seen him in so long."

"Ohhh~ you miss him!"

"O-of course I do! He's a friend!" She blushes bright red and you chuckle to yourself.

'Friend', sure.

For the rest of the shift, you reminisce about how you used to tiptoe around your feelings with your boyfriend, Taehoon, too.

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paraliveimaginesblog · 7 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).

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live Imagines #Paralive Imagines #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive x Reader #Hajun Yeon #Iori Suiseki #Kanata Yatonokami #Kenta Mikoshiba #Hajun Yeon x Reader #Iori Suiseki x Reader #Kanata Yatonokami x Reader #Kenta Mikoshiba x Reader #Fluff Alphabet

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lookismfanfics · 1 year

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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.”

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artemis32 · 1 year

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Yandere Second Affiliate I

For my lovely anon <33 I went the more platonic route, and added Sinu because this took so long (I'm trying to be nice)

I only included four of the members from the second affiliate, if you'd like me to include the other members, let me know :))

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Mitsuki Soma was the first to meet you.

Truth be told, you really weren't anyone important. Not in anyway that matters.

You were some lowly member of another affiliate, or the family member of one. Or maybe you were a young assistant to one of the spectators visiting the circus.

Maybe you were an accidental pick for the circus itself - no, not accidental. They didn't make accidents.

If she thinks back hard enough, Mitsuki might be able to remember. Maybe you were added to the list of people there for entertainment, meant only to add a small shock factor. After all, no one expected some small girl to be involved in such vicious fighting.

But regardless of who you were or how you came to cross paths with the second affiliate, Mitsuki was enthralled the moment she laid her eyes on you.

Something about you was just so alluring, in the most pathetic way possible.

She was surrounded by strong, capable people - people who had the physical strength of ten men, people smart enough to topple world-renowned businesses, people who were all extraordinary and the best at what they did.

So when she saw you - dull, so plain you nearly blended in with the walls, completely unnoticed by those around you - she felt something shift within her.

Her interest in you is intense and obvious, and no amount of shy refusals will get her to back off.

Ryuhei Kuroda took an interest in you because of that. After all, you had to be something worthwhile if his Mitsuki took an interest in you - unlike that stupid Sinu Han.

While his interest may not be as intense or invasive, it still makes you uncomfortable. Something about his gaze, the intensity of his leering stare - it makes you feel as though he knows things you don't even know about yourself.

His playful attitude also throws you off, especially with the business that he's in. Why was he so gleeful while fighting? Beating people half to death couldn't be all that fun.

What started off as interest born of a feeling akin to jealously quickly grows into something else.

Yes, he was jealous in the beginning, he was man enough to admit that - how could someone as plain and unassuming as you catch the attention of Mitsuki? He was right there! And surely ten times more interesting!

But that jealous, burning curiousity had changed somewhere along the line, and now his own interest sat on par with Mitsuki's, not that he'd ever admit it.

Speaking of Sinu Han, you were barely a blip on his radar at first. He was there to do a job, he couldn't give two shits about you.

At least, that was how it had been for the first few months after you'd arrived.

It was all but inevitable that he noticed the attention you garnered from Mitsuki and Ryuhei. That sparked his curiosity.

Two of the most uninterested, cold people he knew, both captivated by the same girl? You had to be something special to be worth their time and attention.

At first, he regarded you coldly, keeping an apathetic distance, but that didn't last long after he spent a bit of time with you.

Something about the warmth of your company, the softness of your presence - it was all achingly familiar, but he couldn't quite recall where he'd felt before.

After many, many months, he latches on to you, growing attached like an abandoned child.

And just like that, you've got another grown child attached at the hip, never giving you a moment of peace.

Kenta Magami tried to keep his personal feelings under lock.

What good would some obsession do him. He had plans for his life, he had to take revenge against Gun. He couldn't very well do that if his mind was preoccupied with some random girl, could he?

But despite his best efforts, he couldn't help his feelings.

Obsession was a slippery slope for all four of them, and just like his colleagues, you charmed him, captured his attention in ways he couldn't understand.

He probably scared you the most, after Mitsuki. Something about the look in his eyes when he caressed your cheek or kept you company while you ate - it chilled you to your core.

The single-minded focus, the intense aura that surrounded him whenever he stared at you, lost in thought - it terrified you.

They all terrified you.

And the times when you weren't scared, shaking from anxiety and exhaustion, you were bored.

They acted as your only source of entertainment, and left you locked up like some show bird when they weren't around.

You had all your needs taken care of, but you couldn't leave, and you couldn't speak to anyone beyond the executives of the Second Affiliate.

At the very least, your life was more comfortable now than it had been. You no longer had to worry about keeping a roof over your head, or when your next meal would be, or your safety while walking to and from work. Hell, you didn't even have to exhaust yourself working more hours than you had to at a job that payed below minimum wage, nor did you have to stay up till the sun rose studying for classes you couldn't afford.

Despite all that, you couldn't bring yourself to feel grateful for your situation. Trading in one hardship for another was hardly cause for celebration.

The second affiliate executives are horrible yanderes - you have no peace, no personal space, no autonomy.

You're forced to give up bits and pieces of yourself in exchange for their protection, if you could even go as far as to call it that. Truly, you have to have a great deal of mental fortitude to be able to deal with their mind games and not-so-subtle manipulation.

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hebimoonlightwrites · 1 year

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Kenta, nayuta, dongha and ryoga with reader fem with like big doe puppy eyes and they use it in them all the time for affection ,also when they talk casually with them lol #Hebi100Special sorry i forgot the hastag

Writer's corner: It's the 17th request I got for my Special 100 and I'm posting it veeery late, I'm sorry! Hope you like it, anon! Still so sorry for being this late! If you want me to change something here, let me know! Enjoy~

Warnings: none.

⋆𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚, 𝐍𝐚𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚, 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐠𝐚⋆ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

⋆Kenta hates when you do it.

⋆He seriously hates when you use those big puppy eyes you have.

⋆He could seem such a bad boy

⋆He could act as teasing as he wants to.

⋆But he knows very well that he cannot do anything in front of them.

⋆He cannot do anything when your eyes are there.

⋆Even if you're simply talking to him

⋆Even if you're just staring at his eyes.

⋆He cannot deny the fact that they are the most beautiful ones he has ever seen.

⋆And this thought really drives him crazy.

⋆Kenta is a genius.

⋆He's one of the smartest hacker of the world.

⋆Maybe he's the most intelligent one among all.

⋆How could he let you do that to him?

⋆How could he let you do that magical spell on him?

⋆He knows he has completely lost his mind..

⋆Oh, well..

⋆Perhaps he has never been normal.

⋆But you managed to get him crazier than before.

⋆And he knows it.

⋆He becomes aware of it when he touches your skin...

⋆..when he hugs you tightly, caressing your hair...

⋆..and when your presence in his life drives him to think that, yes..

⋆..He would die if you weren't with him, by his side.

⋆Those prison days aren't the same, and that's thanks to you.

⋆To all that affection you demand and get from him.

⋆To all those hugs he gives you and all those ones you give him.

⋆Kenta is clever: he knows that you use your puppy eyes to get affection.

⋆And even if at first he acts dry or seems to be annoyed by that, well..

⋆In deep he doesn't mind it at all..

⋆In deep he loves it instead.

⋆"You want an hug? Again?! Damn... How can you be so clingy and annoying?!...."

⋆That's what he says but decides to turn to face his laptop when he feels like he's about to blush.

⋆"Damn... Those eyes.."

⋆He hates those big puppy eyes..

⋆..but at the same time he couldn't live if you didn't look at his ones for even just a second.

⋆Probably he would admit it one day, though~

⋆Nayuta doesn't really understand what kind of magic your eyes have.

⋆He always finds himself wondering how they manage to get him flustered..

⋆How they can make his heart beating faster than before.

⋆He's afraid of those eyes.

⋆He fears your puppy eyes.

⋆Because he's aware that he cannot tell you no.

⋆He cannot deny you affection.

⋆Each time you look at him

⋆Each time your eyes stare at his, sparkling like only stars at night could do...

⋆Well..

⋆Only when all this happens, Nayuta knows he's about to lose his mind...

⋆.. That he's about to let his heart decides, even if he doesn't want to.

⋆"You want to cuddle...? Uhm.... Alright."

⋆That's what he'd simply whisper and then open his arms, hugging you weakly but sweetly enough.

⋆Actually you know how Nayuta appreciates to be cuddled.

⋆He likes to be the one taken care of by the people he loves (such as his twin brother).

⋆So you hug him frequently and take care of him even in the simplest things.

⋆And Nayuta really appreciates it a lot.

⋆But...

⋆Your eyes...

⋆Those big puppy eyes.

⋆He cannot help but being the one to demand for some affection.

⋆So here tables turn!

⋆He's the one to demand for cuddles, for hugs..

⋆Because in deep Nayuta loves how your eyes look at him..

⋆Because he loves you, even if your eyes quite scares him because...

⋆Let's be honest:

⋆..they're the only weapon that could truly work on him.

⋆Not any gun, not any drug..

⋆..not any phantometal and metal erosion..

⋆..but your eyes...

⋆He'd spend the rest of his life simply looking at them..

⋆He'd spend the rest of his life simply staring at that joy, at that kindness, at that love..

⋆Those feelings come out of your eyes and wrap him, making him feeling warm, just like futon's blankets do in winter..

⋆And Nayuta cannot deny the fact that it's a lovely feeling..

⋆"Your eyes... They're cute.", he'd whisper softly smiling, hugging you tightly.

⋆Dongha doesn't stand your eyes.

⋆You can tell because he immediately looks away when his eyes reaches yours even for just a second.

⋆He's the king of the world.

⋆He's the strongest.

⋆He's EMPERA.

⋆Dongha is the one who has a strong stare!

⋆A piercing look that can shows to all the people that he's the best..

⋆..that he can do whatever he wants in his life!

⋆So his eyes don't look away when others' ones are staring at his.

⋆He always manages to get others' eyes look away first.

⋆Oh well...

⋆He could do that..

⋆...until you arrived into his life.

⋆He was sure to get even your eyes look away first..

⋆But he was wrong.

⋆Your eyes didn't.

⋆They never did.

⋆His eyes did, instead.

⋆They always does.

⋆Why?

⋆Because your eyes were and still are stronger than his ones.

⋆Dongha is clever, though.

⋆He knows what game you're playing.

⋆He knows that you take advantages from the fact that your eyes are able to win against his.

⋆But even if he tries hard, he cannot keep his eyes on your puppy ones.

⋆He cannot say no when you ask him for some affection.

⋆"What are you doing? ..you want some c-c-cuddles?!... Well.. Maybe just for a few minutes!"

⋆He'd say and then let you hug him.

⋆He's like this.

⋆He wants to appear strong, manly, brave..

⋆But he's actually fragile, sad and in need of love and affection.

⋆Maybe at first he'd show you to feel annoyed by that behaviour of yours.

⋆He'd show to feel annoyed by those puppy eyes of yours..

⋆But after a while you'd manage to know the real Dongha, to discover what it's hidden behind that invisible armor he had decided to wear in the past.

⋆And, yeah... He'd admit to himself how he actually loves your eyes.

⋆"Your eyes... They are the only eyes which have ever looked for mine so far..."

⋆Ryoga could appear terrifying

⋆He's very tall and strong

⋆Plus he's also a prisoner, so that contributes to make him appear as a sort of criminal and intimidating guy.

⋆He's also aggressive

⋆But we all know that's because he has some difficulties to communicate with people and uses violence instead.

⋆At first when he met your puppy eyes he felt something strange inside his own body

⋆Like something warm spreading all around his veins.

⋆After that he felt weak for the first time in his life.

⋆And we're talking about Ryoga.

⋆He's strong!

⋆He was literally a bullet for his gang before going to prison!

⋆So how can a simple and small girl with giant and sweet eyes make him feel that way?

⋆How can you do that?

⋆Do you have a phantometal?

⋆Are you a witch or something?

⋆Maybe a beautiful mermaid, instead.

⋆Ryoga doesn't really know how to express himself without being violent towards people

⋆But I'm sure he thinks a lot

⋆So that's how he spends his days in prison

⋆Maybe imagining about how his days will be after getting out of prison

⋆After winning that Rap Battle against the other teams

⋆But especially thinking about your eyes

⋆Those big and sweet eyes which seem to be full of happiness, sweetness, love towards him..

⋆Do you really love him?

⋆How can you?

⋆This thoughts abandon Ryoga's mind when he sees Inukai announcing that you've come to see him.

⋆Even if Ryoga keeps silence, it doesn't mean that his mind is empty though.

⋆When he sees your eyes

⋆When your shape enters that cell of his

⋆When your arms hug him by his neck and his strong ones hug you by your waist..

⋆That's when he thinks how he stupidly fell

⋆How he stupidly let his heart beating faster at the sight of those big eyes of yours.

⋆"Y-you w-want a-a-affection?!.... Hm... Is it okay?", he'd ask since he believes he can't give affection.

⋆But yeah..

⋆He thinks you taught him how to love

⋆While instead he already knew it but wasn't aware.

⋆"I love you ... "

#paradox live #paralive #paradox live x reader #paralive x reader #paradox live gokuluck #paralive gokuluck #kenta mikoshiba #tosa ryoga #ryoga tosa #paradox live cozmez #paralive cozmez #gokuluck #cozmez #nayuta yatonokami #paradox live amprule #paralive amprule #amprule #dongha yeon

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underlanternglow · 1 year

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JEALOUSY— ♡

anon asked → Hello! I would like jealous headcanons for shiki bb, kenta and kanata pls and tkm <3

a/n - coming right up~ thank you, anon!

shiki ando —

sulks like you wouldn’t believe

he gets very, very, very, depressed when he’s jealous

a million thoughts would run through his mind. do you enjoy that person’s company more? do you want to hang out with them more? do they make you feel special? would you rather they be your partner?

he starts to doubt everything and wonders if he should actually be by your side…

he needs a lot of reassurance to make him feel better

spend a lot of time with him!!

tell him you love him and give him your attention, and be sure to include many hugs

kenta mikoshiba —

will immediately throw himself at something else to distract him

he’s going to go argue with someone online instead. who cares about you hanging out with someone else? right?

they obviously could never match his level, so he has nothing to worry about. something is still nagging at him in the back of his mind, though

he gets more frustrated when he’s playing his games, and is quicker to make fun of his group members

he’s incredibly prideful, so if you stroke his ego enough he’ll calm down

reassure him that he’s the smartest person you’ve ever met and that you enjoy being by his side and he’ll get over it quickly. not without him insulting the other person, though

kanata yatonokami —

mad.

he pretends like he isn’t mad, but he’s really mad

he sulks a bit too, but it’s more of an angry sulk

will 100% take it out on you a little. he might get a little petty and insult whoever you were spending more time with, and you will catch a little attitude

his outbursts are always along the line of “why are you spending so much time with them, anyway?!”

nayuta would do you a favor and tell him he’s acting out too much

he’ll be pouty when you tell him there’s nothing to worry about, so you’ll have to put in work to make him feel a bit better

one thing that will always reassure him is doing something for both him and nayuta, like making a meal for them both. nothing confirms you love him more like showing you care for the two of them

#paradox live #paralive #paradox live x reader #shiki ando #tcw #kanata yatonokami #cozmez #kenta mikoshiba #gokuluck

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gungoo4lifer · 11 months

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Act as if this is a cool title, im lazy.

There were times where Kenta couldn't fall asleep. And at times like that, he would lie down his body on the bed with a cigaratte between his lips, thinking of his past, thinking of that time. Thinking of him.

Park JongGun. Park.. fucking JongGun..

Aka his ex idol.

As a kid, he always dreamed of becoming someone with utter strength and intimidation, just like him. He always dreamed of becoming someone so cold and cool like him. He liked every single thing about Gun, Kenta felt awe of him.. He even copied the way Gun dressed, just to be more similiar like him.

..Yet, his old, innocent self could've never thought that a day where his own eyes would force him to see a violent, bloody sight among Gun in it. His fucking idol. The man he referred as his big brother. The man he wanted to be.

Just.. thinking of that scene, that bloody sight where his father and his whole other clan gave his life away was enough for his fury increase and several tears drop from his eyes whenever he thought of it, despite all the passed years. His dreams of Gun became a nightmare.

One day. Just, one damn day.. he will get his revenge. He will kill that man with his bare fucking hands. He will show him what kind of monster he've become. He will..

He had a dready childhood indeed. He suffered with lots of disorders including depression, anxiety, trust issues, insomia and several other disorder that he can't even remember the names of.

And then out of nowhere, you appeared.

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The pathetic sobs and whines fills the dark alley as Kenta leans his back on the cold wall while he sits on the ground, hugging his own legs and wishing that it was his father instead.

Suddenly, a voice grazes his ears, which he decides to ignore. "Hey!"

The voice repeats himself, "Hey!" And Kenta ignores it, once again, also ignoring the fact that the voice was getting closer to his crying body now. He wasn't even sure if the voice was shouting out for him or not. When suddenly- ''Oi! You think i'm a joke?!''

There you stand, holding a wooden stick shaped like a sword in your hand, Kenta finally manages to look up to you with his teary eyes but the frown still keeps there, glaring at you menacingly. ''Why the hell are you ignoring me?! Cant you see this katana in my hand?!'' You threat him, crouching down in front of him and slightly tilting your head, observing him and trying to understand what the hell was wrong with him.

Yeah. You got a pretty cute little katana, don't you. Too bad that Kenta has seen real katanas in his life. Katanas that aren't made out of woods, sharp katanas that made to kill people, and, well, katanas that.. cut of his finger and caused this huge scar running through his head.

Kenta stays silent, moving off his gaze from you to his toes to avoid eye contact, he didn't want you to see the tears in his eyes. Looking weak to someone was the last thing he wanted at the moment.

..However, it seems you weren't the type of guy to give up easily. ''..Is everything okay, no eyebrow guy?'' Judging from the huge scar on his head and his pinkies, which had been cutted off, he indeed does not looks okay, but you still try to help.

''Just go away.'' Is all Kenta could manage to get out of his mouth, now glaring at you once again, no tears in his eyes anymore, his eyes only showed pure fury as you can't help but feel a shiver down your spine.

''And, what if i say no? Did- did some kids bully you? i can beat them up for a good price if you desire. Was it one of your family member? I can't beat them if they are too older than me though.''

Ugh, for fucks sake.. you talk too much. Too damn much. No, it wasn't some damn brat who caused him to end up in a situation like this, nor one of his family member. It was a..

''A YAKUZA! gasp! IT WAS A YAKUZA, WASN'T IT?! Damn it!! Japan is really becoming a cruel place! A YAKUZA DID THIS TO YOU, DIDN'T THEY?!'' You shout to Kenta, who was now no longer hugging his legs, sitting with his legs crossed as you glanced at him with both of your eyebrows raised, your eyes wider than ever before. ''It's okay, no eyebrow guy. See this katana? As you can see, i, Y/N L/N am also a yakuza.'' An obvious lie escapes your mouth. ''I took lives of so many yakuzas that i stopped counting after.... after i hit 2000.'' You rise your chest and smile confidently. ''Just tell me their name and i'll bring their head to you. Or their balls. Alright? so.. just- cheer up already.''

You can't be a yakuza. He doubts that you even know how to fight. Damn you probably don't even know what a yakuza is. ''..and, what will you get from it?''

''..Money?''

''I don't have any.''

''Weapons?''

''...''

''Deserts?''

''...''

''Well, any kind of toys?''

''...''

''Damn it! what else is there?! ..'' You left out a sigh, as if you're a 27 year old bussiness man who was struggling with his work, when you were just 12 years old. ''Alright, you weak crybaby. I will do this for.. uh, for nothing at all, oka-''

A punch aimed right into your face was enough to interrupt your speech, ''WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?''

''Dont you dare call me weak.'' He utters, his fists clenched in both rage and annoyance, which received a frown and pout from you.

''You bitch head! I just offered you help and look what you're doing! You think i don't know how to fight?! Huh?! HUH?!'' You get into a fighting position with your clenched fists in front of your chest.

...Long story short, you tried to aim a punch at him, and, well, you seemed to be unexpectedly shocked at the sight of you ending up on the ground instead of him. God damnit.. your chest really hurt. ''Auch.. t-th- the floor is.. so slippy here.. ha..hahaha..'' You chuckle nervously as you try to get up, but a slight chuckle coming from Kenta stops you midway.

..He chuckled? Even in the slightest, he really managed to chuckle.. not forced, nor fake. The chuckle may not be so loud, but it was enough to feel you proud of yourself, while Kenta was completely confused.. It was the first time he chuckled in these last 2 weeks since that terrible day. Considering that he used to be a kid who laughed and giggled a lot, not laughing in the slightest for 2 whole weeks was not expected for a child like him.

''H-hey! The fuck you laughing at, ya little bitch?!''

Here you go again, trying to sound utterly mature and intidaming.. Kenta turns his back and prepares to leave, trying to ignore your annoying presence. ''Hey! You can't just leave like that! we are friends now.''

''..Friends? And who says that?'' Kenta glares at you, only turning his head back to look at you.

''Right, friends! If you talk with someone you just met for 7 minutes, you become friends.. but if you talk to someone you just met for more than 7 minutes, you become lovers.'' You explain with pure confidence, which Kenta replies with one eyebrow raised, clearly judging you and your stupidity.

''..And where did you learn that bullshit from?''

''A fairy in my dream told me.''

Yeah, you were definetely nothing like a yakuza.

..Yet, you still somehow managed to be friends with Kenta, spending lots of times together, chatting with each other, Kenta teaching you several kyokushin karate moves.. In fact, you two became inseparable.

Until that day.

Its been like a year since the first day you saw Kenta crying alone in that alley, your bond with him was really strong and you two didn't seem to have any problems with each other. However, for the last few weeks, you started avoiding him for some odd reason he unfortunately wasn't aware of.

''Y/N, wanna have a walk?''

''Y/N, want me to treat you a desert?

''Y/N, wanna watch anime together?''

You always answered these questions with a simple 'no', or you were suddenly feeling sick out of nowhere, you always had an excuse. He started to feel anxious to the sudden change in your behavior, thats why both of you were now sitting on grasses, you obviously avoiding his gaze as his gaze pierced into your soul.

''Y/N.'' He starts, ''Did i do something wrong?''

You stay silent, still observing the light green grasses under you, being silent was not suiting for a person like you, and he wasn't used to seeing you silent like this either.

''..Y/N.'' He tries once again, hoping to get an answer from you this time.

''Y..yes, damn it! Yes you did!''

You finally gather all your pride and glare at him, a cherry red tint spreading across both of your cheeks as he slightly raises his eyebrows in confusement. ''I did? But- what did i do though? Why didn't you tell me about it earlier?''

''Because i dont know the reason either!''

You were really starting to confuse him. ''What do you mean by that?''

''I hate you! I dont know why, i dont know how, i dont know when, i just, hate you! I dont like you anymore!'' You finally shout out the words out loud, gripping the grasses tigther, Kenta looks even more anxious now, were you playing another trick on him? was this just a silly joke?

''Y-Y/N, what are you trying to imply? I apologize if i did something to hurt or upset y-''

''Whenever i see you and your, ugliest pretty face, my stomach hurts, damn it! It must mean that i hate you, wouldn't it?! I asked my mother about it but, she just laughed! What did you do to me, huh?! Did you curse me?!''

Oh. Now he gets it.

''..What kind of hurt, Y/N?''

'' 'What kind of hurt' ? Seriously?! I have no idea! It hurts, but, it, it hurts whenever im with you, but it hurts even more whenever im not with you! It feels as if, something is eating me from my inside! It feels weird, it feels good but it hurts at the same time!''

''..It feels good?.. .. Well.. my chest also hurts whenever im with you too.''

''So you also hate me??''

''No. I love you.'' He coos, making sure it was loud enough for you to hear it, avoiding your gaze as he tried his best to hide his now blushing cheeks.

Your eyes widens in shock, feeling the heat on your cheeks, you slightly tilt your head ''WHAT?! you LOVE me?? not as friends ?? like, love love? ''

''When you love someone, your chest hurts and.. and you feel excited..'' He confesses, his fists clenching.

''And where did you learn this bullshit from?!''

''A fairy in my dream told me.''

Huh?

''NOW I GET IT! DAMN YOU, KENTA MAGAMI! YOU TALKED TO ME MORE THAN 7 MINUTES WHEN WE FIRST MET, DIDN'T YOU?! HUH?! THAT'S WHY YOU HAUNTED ME WITH THIS, STUPID LOVE THING DIDN'T YOU?!'' You get up, teeths clenched, glaring down at him. ''WELL, LOVE MAKES PEOPLE WEAK! YOU HEAR ME?! IF IM WEAK THEN I CAN'T PROTECT Y- I MEAN THEN I CAN'T PROTECT MYSELF!'' You shout some nonsense, whatever came to your mind at that moment, then you burst out of there while Kenta sat there, a slight smile spreading across his lips.

He knew that he'd see you in front of his house the next day, crumpled flowers on both of your hands, probably asked your older relatives and got advince from them.

And he was right about that.

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''Smoking without me?'' You snuggle up to him on bed, getting Kenta back to reality as you grab the cigaratte between his lips and put it on your lips, inhaling the last smoke, then setting down the cigaratte and extinguishing it on the ash tray which was on the table near the bed. ''You were suppossed to be asleep right now, Kentaaa.'' You whine, rubbing your head on his chest like a damn kitten. ''I know.''

''Then why are you still up, hm? Still thinking about that bastard? I told you that i would cut off his balls one day, just be patient, mkay? Besides, i should be the man who you're thinking about at nights! Not him!''

''You're right, i was. But it was mostly about you, though.'' He lets out a small chuckle as you slightly back away from him and then pull him into a snuggle, his head resting on your muscular chest.

''Well, i'm here. So stop thinking and just go to sleep then.''

''Right..''

Now to think about it..

You didn't hesitate for a single second when he offered you to come to Korea and join workers with him, which was the gang you were siding with right now. You couldn't give two shits about the other fuckers, that mitsuki girl, that sinu guy, that blonde guy whos name you forgot the first time you guys met -you refer to him as mitsuki's dog whenever you can't remember his name, and everyone seems to understand who you were talking about.- and that other guy whos name, uh.. well you forgot that too.. The reason why you came here was Kenta and the reason why you're staying here is also Kenta. Nothing else.

Lastly.. as a kid, you always knew how to fight. Your mother was a kyokushin karate teacher, so you knew several kyokushin karate moves, in fact, you were pretty good at it. Yet, on that day, the day where you first met Kenta, you pretended as if you had no idea how to fight, or how to throw a punch properly, just so you could make him laugh at the slightest.

You're strong. Even stronger than him, and you know it. But he doesn't, and he doesn't has to, you don't want to make him feel week.

You can keep this little secret to yourself.

#Kenta magami #Lookism x reader #x reader ffs r not really my thing so #but anyway #if there r any mistakes sorry abt that i hate proofreading #AEGGGHHHHHHRRRGRGRHHR #i suckat writimg man #for @backshotsdevil #yeppii #this is the first time i write a character x reader help dnnddkd

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nian-7 · 4 months

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hello!! can i request 💢 with kenta and kanata? idk if you write for kenta or not because he’s underage and i totally understand if you don’t! in that case you can just do kanata (or just do whichever one you want or ignore this entirely!!)

i do write for kenta but obviously no suggestive stuff but as long as it's sfw i'll write for him!

Kenta, Kanata x gn!reader

✧💢

✧fluff

💢 - how would rivals/enemies to lovers be with them?

-Probably met him through one of his favorite games and kicked his ass at it. Then stated that you were his enemy and that he was going to get back at you for that.

-Absolutely hates seeing you in game but he always checks if you're online so where's the logic in that? He gets annoyed whenever you message him for help or to ask if he can do a run with you real quick.

-Honestly, he genuinely thinks you're some sort of rival even though he keeps helping his 'rival'. Kenta can't really understand the feelings that he's actually starting to warm up and like you just a bit.

-Gives you a way to contact him outside of the game and if you question it he'll take it right back. Best to add him without any questions.

-Lots and lots of denial. Hearing your voice for the first time? He hates that he likes how it sounds. Says he doesn't like you all the time but he really is just trying to bury away his little crush on you.

💢 - how would rivals/enemies to lovers be with them?

-You're probably another hip hop performer that Kanata doesn't especially like. That's the only way you could be his rival and he is the most pissy guy around you. He can't really be nice in any capacity towards you.

-Get's very touchy around the subject of hip hop whenever you mention, especially his music. It's like you're about to say it's bad or something and he feels the need to defend it.

-Rolls his eyes whenever he happens to hear someone talking about your music or hear your songs. He's just in so much denial, similar to Kenta. Your songs are growing on him and he doesn't like it.

-He doesn't change much when he's started to like you a little and still tries to keep the annoyed exterior he usually had around you to keep you in the dark about how he's really feeling about you.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

#nian-anon #gender neutral reader #kenta mikoshiba x reader #kenta x reader #kenta mikoshiba #kanata yatonokami x reader #kanata yatonokami #kanata x reader #paradox live x reader #paradox live

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paixarina · 10 months

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I GOT IT

✧. ┊KENTA MIKOSHIBA x GN!Reader

✧. ┊SUMMARY: You and Kenta decide to take a small challenge in the game while provoking each other about who would win first.

✧. ┊CONTENT: Strictly platonic, Kenta being a gremlin pissbaby gamer, reader is a passionate, competitive gamer who enjoys some challenge in gaming and won't hesitate to provoke others just to convince others to join them, but inside they have a soft, supportive heart.

“You think you can beat me in the game? Let's see.”

“Huh?! You want to beat my ass in a game?! Really?! Be for real, small fry!”

A mocking, sour insult came from a teal-haired teenage boy's mouth, as you suddenly tell him that you want to do a challenge him in a game together. He stares at you in a condescending way, underestimate your gaming skill before the game challenge started.

“Of course, I wanna challenge you! Since you always bragging on the gaming forum that you are the best gamer ever lol. I wanna see if you can beat me in this game!” You mockingly teased him back while leaving a cheeky smile on your face.

You have know Kenta via game forum since he always been known in the gaming community for being foul-mouthed and always bragging his gaming skill whenever he won in a game tournament.

Coincidentally, you are a gamer who's also in the same gaming community as Kenta. So, seeing people's comment talking about his foul behaviour during gaming on the forum makes you curious while find hum funny, especially the fact his insults sounding like an angry spoiled child. Now, you are meeting him face-to-face instead of online.

Like, how are you gonna take him seriously?

Kenta sighs angrily and insults you. “You can't just come to meet me only to underestimate my gaming skill, you fucking small fry! Are you trying to joke with me, you fucking fool?!” He clinched his fist angrily, holding an urge to punch your face.

You wheezed. “Is this the same gamer who I saw on the gaming forum? That foul-mouthed young gamer whose name is endbringer666?” You chuckled after he insults you and the fact he sounds serious at it.

Kenta gets flabbergasted over your competitive behaviour, which increase his annoyance more. With no hesitation, he gives you a huge middle finger while stick his tongue mockingly. “Let's see if I could win this challenge, dumbass!”

You accept his offer with granted. “I'm ready to beat you in this game. What about you?” You asked with an intention to provoke him. Then, Kenta glares at you in a condescending way. “Of course I'm ready to beat your ass, loser! Don't fucking underestimate me, you moron!”

You smirked. “Let's see who will gonna be the winner and the loser here, hehe.” Kenta stares at you and growls angrily.

Kenta snapped. “OF COURSE I WILL BE THE WINNER YOU ABSOLUTE BUFFOON! I WILL GONNA WIN THIS CHALLENGE! MARK MY WORD SMALL FRY!”

“Hah! I won! Eat that, brat!”

You shouted excitedly, as the game screen on your device shows the player rank where your name is on the 1st place as the winner, while Kenta is placed on the 2nd place, much of his displeasure.

Later, He cynically stares at you, with an urge to yell at you for losing against you in the game. He grinds his teeth, groans angrily and then he outrageously snapped.

“YOU'RE CHEATING, RIGHT?! I KNOW YOU'RE CHEATING HOW CAN I LOSE AGAINST YOU HUH?!?!” Kenta yells while glares at you directly.

“Of course I'm not, brat! I just uses my gaming skill as I can, trust me.” You quickly denied his accusation casually, while he still not convinced to your defense and doubting it.

“Huh...? Are you sure about that?” Kenta stares at you with a doubtful, cynical expression on his face. He sighs in disappointment while staying silent. You looked at him acting unusually calm and confused. Is he accepting his defeat now?

“Hey, so you finally accept your defeat?” You asked him with a friendly tone. Kenta nodded while still feel reluctant, as he stares to the game screen with a frowned face.

“...Yeah, I don't care of this shit anymore. You won.” Kenta compliments you with a dry tone. You went silent and then attempted to tease him again, however, you decided to change your mind and trying to cheer him instead.

“Well, you know games are supposed to be fun, right? Even if it's competitive.” You said. “Who cares, small fry! I play whatever the fuck I want just so I can provoke people whatever I like!” Kenta replied with a dry tone. You sighed to his stubbornness since he is so hard to convince.

“Hey, can we play this game again? It's not a challenge by the way. We can have some fun.” You asked. Kenta looks at you with a grumpy face and sighed, then nodded.

“Okay, small fry! I'm gonna defeat your ass this time!” He smirked while giving a fist bump to you. You give it back to him and decided to play the game together less seriously since this time is not about high scores or challenge anymore. You looked at Kenta who looks much happier and more passionate than before.

“I will gonna win the game this time. I got it.”

#paradox live #paralive #pararai #paradox live x reader #paralive x reader #paradox live headcanons #paralive headcanons #gokuluck #kenta mikoshiba #mikoshiba kenta #🌸 ;; vanie writes #hello pararai fandom im coming back to wrote some cringe again. this time is a pissbaby gremlin gamer boi #kenta nation here is your food. enjoy clowning over him teehee

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lovelyangelxxx · 11 months

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elysian | various paradox live characters x reader

elysian; (adj.) beautiful or creative; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect\

→ describing their love/attraction for you

→ fluff, g/n reader

→ allen sugasano, kenta mikoshiba, iori suiseki, ryu natsume

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

allen sugesano ♡

~ his love for you is like the night sky. it is peaceful, calming, and mesmerizing. he loves you with so much tenderness and warmth. he quite literally changes the way your heart beats, he can slow it down or speed it up even with a single glance. however, that feeling is mutual. when he sees you, he gets dry mouth and his tongue gets tangled to the point where he becomes speechless. he clears his throat often and swallows at least fifteen times in a minute. he’s always in awe of your beauty and unwavering love for him. if his love is like the night sky, then to him, you’re the morning sun that he can never live without. your love is balanced, equal, and always shining.

“you take my breath away.”

kenta mikoshiba ♡

~ kenta’s love for you was like a delicate flower. love is a foreign feeling for kenta and he has difficulty expressing it. his love is precious and something to protect. he becomes lightheaded and dizzy when he’s with you. his feelings are simply overwhelming for him. despite his mean words, you know he loves you just by watching his actions. he comes off as rude and arrogant, but he genuinely cares for you, he just doesn’t exactly know how to show it. to him, you’re the warm sunshine that lights up his cold, dark world. you are irreplaceable and he could never picture himself with anyone else.

“never leave me, okay?”

iori suiseki ♡

~ iori’s love for you is like spring. when he’s with you, it is always a time of happiness, beauty, and love. when he sees you, he feels as if he was a young teenager in love again. iori feels butterflies in his stomach and sometimes feels nauseous. you’re perfect in his eyes, regardless of what anyone else may say. he had always been occupied with vengeance, the pain and coldness took hold of his heart, but you were the spring that melted the cold and painful snow within his heart. to him, you were the fresh spring breeze on a beautiful sunny day that would always be there to warm his heart.

“please continue to love me as i am.”

ryu natsume ♡

~ ryu’s love for you is like the ocean. forever untamable and resolute. similar to how one cannot control the sea, no one could control his feelings for you. ryu’s love was unpredictable and strange, but beautiful and passionate. he’d never stop talking when he’s with you and gets tingling skin, a type of hyper-awareness he’d only obtain when he’s with you. you’ve accepted him, despite his antics and expressed true compassion and love that made him fall head over heels. you are the shore that he always comes back to, someone he can rely on, and someone that will be there no matter what.

“i promise to love you forever.”

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lev1hei1chou · 8 months

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No but the stark contrast between these two characters that share the same voice never fails to surprise me

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scarletnakazato · 1 month

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Hcs for taking the boys lingerie shopping? Would they tell you their favorite pieces on you, help you decide between sets, etc!

Initial D Headcanons: Lingerie Shopping

• All Initial D Male Characters • Word Count: 1,754. • Synopsis: In which the boys' help you pick out lingerie and give their inputs and reactions to the pieces and sets. • Note: Thank you for the idea Anon, this was a fun lil' snippet!

• Keisuke: Would be flustered at first when you both enter the store, even if it was his idea to take you. He’d shadow you at first, looking kind of shy and out of place as you look around at the sets and pieces. After a few minutes he’ll get more comfortable and glance around, his eyes no doubt landing on a yellow set and nudging your arm then pointing at it hanging on the wall. You’d giggle a bit, not being surprised he’d want you dressed the same as his beloved FD. After finding a few more pieces and sets for yourself, along with the few he’d bring you some of different colours and two more yellows, you’d try them on, pulling back the curtain to show it off with a spin and watch his reactions. Saying he loves you in all of them and can’t decide he’d shrug and tell you to just let him buy them all, but you weren’t having that; far too expensive. He’d sigh and end up narrowing it down to the top three, one colour and pattern loved by you, another you both agreed on, and obviously the first yellow one he set eyes on.

• Ryosuke: It’d be your idea to take him shopping but not tell him where it was you wanted to take him. However, he was pleasantly surprised at your choice, choosing to indulge himself in a rare time. The pieces and sets he’d look around for were more of a classical style, covering more yet still accentuating your form deliciously. He seemed to favour the colours of Black, blue and white, with the occasional red, no doubt taking on a similar style of his own clothes. Getting to watch you try on dozens of pieces, mix matching the colours to see what blend nicely, along with the few sets you both picked out was the highlight of his day. Unlike his brother, he was much more lenient, not taking no as answer from you, and buying the few you liked most along with a few of his own choices.

• Takumi: Oh, this boy is mad blushing. Obviously, it was your idea to walk into the store as you both wandered through a mall, dragging poor Takumi in by the arm. Once he realized what store he was in, he practically froze in place. You giggled, tugging on his arm and taking him to one of the walls to look around, as Takumi watched the floor, cheeks red and hands in his pockets to avoid touching anything. Once he heard you hum with mischief, he looked up, curiosity taking over as he saw you holding up two separate pieces, the top half white, and the bottoms black. “Yeah, I think this is it, how about you, Tak?” you’d ask and he’d instantly scratch the back of his head, looking at the ceiling. Knowing his unspoken answer, you took him to one of the changing rooms before showing it to him, the poor boy choking on his water from squeezing the bottle too hard once you yanked back the curtain.

• Takeshi: (#TedTalk incoming) Oh man where to start… I feel like it’d be his idea to take you if he’s feeling particularly bold or more in the mood than usual, but then your idea if you felt like spoiling him with an extra treat on yourself or to surprise him and watch him blush and stutter a bit. Obviously, he’d lean towards anything black or red. Black with red accents, even. He’d take longer than the other guys to look at the details and patterns, the shapes of the individual pieces and sets, imagining them on you to try and save you time from putting them all on. Takeshi was most definitely imagining those same sets and pieces on you while you sat all pretty on his Skyline. He was glad he decided to wear baggier pants than usual today, too. He’s also the kind of guy who wants the perfect outfit for his perfect girl, so he’d take this shopping trip seriously. You notice that if he’s staring at something for longer than a glance and then leaving to check other outfits out, you’d grab it without him noticing. In the end, you’d have dozens of sets and pieces to try on, but not minding the time it takes one bit due to the delicious reactions he’s giving you every time you pull back that curtain. Takeshi would nod approvingly to nearly everything you wore, leaving you to have to narrow it down so it wasn’t a financial crisis in the end. You’d also let him pick out the few he loved most as well, that being the main reason you and/or him walked into the store in the first place.

• Shingo: This man is straight reveling at the sight before him. You’d have to stop him from grabbing every single red set and piece he lays eyes on. His constant giggling and shit eating grins, going along with his dirty comments quickly driving you up a wall. It was quite literally like taking a sugar high and addicted child into a candy store. Telling him to calm down and stop grabbing everything, you limited it to three sets, or two pieces to make a set, is what you’d told him. Eventually, he’d tone it down, settling on a deep red set that was quite revealing, two pieces that were black and red on both top and bottom, you chose the top while he insisted on the bottom, and you picked out the last piece/set on your own, though he had no qualms, seeing you in anything was enough to turn him on.

• Itsuki: Uhhh, yeah, I don’t know, besties. I see it being his idea and him being all confident talking about it, but once he walks in and sees the vast options, the mannequins, the more revealing ones, etc. he’s having a severe nose bleed and has probably passed out by now. I guess that means no shopping if he isn’t awake to look at them, right?

• Iketani: Kinda the same as Itsuki, but he at least holds it together better, and lets you do the shopping. He feels that it should be you getting what you like best and what makes you feel confident and good looking, over what he wants. If you ask his opinions on some though, he’ll give you honest answers, most of them being positive and even saying he likes some of the ones you’ve picked out, where as his honesty for less positive comments would be more on the colours just not resonating with him, and maybe the patterns. Otherwise, he’s extremely supportive and just happy to be there and see you try stuff on!

• Kenji: Also, a nose bleed, but he stays awake. Like Iketani I see him being happy with whatever you want to get for yourself, just counting himself lucky to also see you in sexy outfits and getting to help you look around and find something you’d like. He was ecstatic when you loved the white one that he picked out, lowkey wanting to see you match his 180.

• Kenta: “Orange.” It was the first thing he told you when you both walked past the entrance to the shop. You looked at him with a confused “Huh?” and he repeated himself. “Orange. You’d look hot as hell in orange. And of course, whatever other colour you wanna get, y’know?” he’d scratch his cheek sheepishly, stuttering a bit. With a small eyeroll and smile you told him he could go look for some orange sets and pieces, to which he happily set off on his quest. He’d be pretty much happy with anything you got, not being able to wait to see how hot you’d look posing on his car.

• Kyoichi: Black for sure. Like every other guy in this list and the last few below him, his first choice is always the colour of his Evo. He’d also like a deep ruby red, and like Ryosuke, would try to help you find something with a regal, almost prestigious shape, pattern, and appearance. Something worthy of an Empress.

• Rin: I see Rin liking black, along with some purples, whether it’s completely purple or its an accent colour, or purple with black accents, he’s pretty satisfied. He’d also like to see you get what you feel great in, not being a picky guy so much with patterns and the shape of the pieces. If you manage to find a black one with little skull or chain patterns to match his belt chain, or darker Shinigami personality, he’d revel in the sight.

• Go: This man wants to see as much boob as he can, along with you being covered in red. In my other headcanon of the guys’ favourite body parts, I saw Go as a tits man and it still stands. The nice soft curve of the cleavage and top of your boobs all circular and smooth has this man praying on his knees, for real. If you were also specifically wanting a red set or pieces, he’d make it a mission to find the perfect ones and try to weasel himself into trying to help you put the pieces on in the dressing room, which wouldn’t work, of course.

• Wataru: I see him being a little shy about it, but inevitably liking the white and black piece mix match like Takumi, but would also try to find you maybe more earthy colours, like greens or blues? I feel he would have a thing for purples, like a violet or deep and vibrant shade of purple. The styles and colours he’d help pick out would be a refreshing variety, something to see what colour resonates with you best once you actually get to try them all on and see his reactions. He’d stand just across your changing room, hands on his hips casually or arms crossed only to drop them along with his jaw when you present yourself.

• Nobuhiko: This smart guy would pick up on how the few pieces you’ve gathered are the same colour as his glasses. You might even try to find some shades of silver close to his Altezza. Nobu, being a very respectful man, he’d lean more towards the sets and pieces that cover more, but have small gaps to show skin within the patterns so they can be seen more clear against your skintone.

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