#paralive imagine

[seizingthesky]

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

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

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

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

[simxndy]

I hope paralives is so good and i hope it gets so many people out of sims it sends EA to a spiral and forces them to stop project Rene and rethink their ugly actions. There i said it

[seangelfish]

WHEN YOU SLEEPOVER

Featured characters: AKYR kids (Hokusai, Satsuki, Reo), cozmez (Kanata, Nayuta)

Tags: Fluff, headcanons, bulletpoint fic, established and non-established relationships, romance, gender neutral reader, not proofread!

Prompt: When you sleepover at their home.

HOKUSAI MASAKI

A sleepover with Hokusai is always a very soothing night. He's very gentle with you and puts all his effort into making this night as cosy as possible for you.

The bed is full of extra pillows and blankets in case you need them, but in the end, you two would be sharing the same ones.

He'd listen to all your worries and whatever thoughts you had swimming in your mind. If you need advice, he'd simply give you some. If you didn't, he'd just let you vent to him as he stroked your hair softly.

Sometimes Luna would join you two to cuddle too. So now there would be two cuddle buddies!

Hokusai, however, doesn't like being on top when you two are cuddling because he's a lot bigger than you and he's afraid he'd suffocate you in your sleep.

Therefore, you'd be on top of him instead. The feeling of you on top of him is really nice, and the way he wraps his arms around you is very warm and cosy too.

He'd kiss your forehead before going to sleep as he whispers, "Goodnight, (Y/N)."

SATSUKI ITO

Very embarrassed that you're even in his room right now.

He tries to make you comfortable by offering that you sleep on his bed whilst he sleeps on the floor.

"D-Don't mind me! Sleeping on the floor isn't a big deal!"

Even when you insist that it's fine for him to sleep next to you, he'll keep refusing.

So now you're on his bed whilst he's sleeping on the floor.

"You okay there?" "I'M FINE!"

You don't give up and continue insisting that he sleep with you, but he's just too embarrassed.

"We're literally dating." "I KNOW BUT STILL!"

Then you suggest that you join him on the floor instead, but he doesn't want that either! He couldn't just let you sleep on the cold, dirty floor!

"THEN COME UP HERE!" "A-Alright...!"

Even when he's finally in bed with you, he lays right on the edge of the mattress as if he were avoiding you. It's honestly kind of funny.

"You're so stupid." "I'M NOT!"

But as the night goes on, he becomes more comfortable with your touch and finally lets you cuddle him to sleep.

REO MARUYAMA

Sleepovers at Reo's place are always fun! You two are always doing some fun activity before you go to sleep whether it be watching a movie or playing board/video games together.

Reo would also bring over midnight snacks for the two of you to enjoy. You two would try feeding each other and it would always end up in quiet giggles.

Satsuki would have to come over to Reo's room to tell you two to go to sleep already.

Reo doesn't hesitate to cuddle you in bed. He's already resting his head on your chest, humming happily.

He's also one to randomly tease you just to get a reaction from you. He likes seeing you flustered even if he can't see the red blush on your cheeks in this lighting.

To end the night off, he kisses your cheek.

"Goodnight, (Y/N). Hope you have dreams of me, hehe~"

NAYUTA YATONOKAMI

Surprisingly, Nayuta really does want you to sleep over at his place (despite Kanata's constant refusal).

He suggests you stay over because he still wants to spend time with you - even when you spent the whole day with him already.

Kanata does not want you over.

Nayuta has to constantly put Kanata in his place so he doesn't drive you away.

Nayuta doesn't mind bringing you over even if his place isn't the 'prettiest' because if you don't mind, then he shouldn't worry about it.

He sleeps in between you and Kanata - you being on his side of the mattress on the floor.

Kanata's irked that Nayuta's now focusing all his attention on you though.

Nayuta isn't even embarrassed that he's cuddling you from behind either.

But maybe he really should just sleep over at yours instead because Kanata won't stop sulking.

KANATA YATONOKAMI

Kanata doesn't really like you sleeping over since he already sleeps on a mattress with Nayuta. He knows how awkward that would be, and he doesn't like the fact you're invading their space.

After all, he doesn't live in the finest conditions.

When you force yourself to stay with them for the night (thanks to Nayuta insisting that you do since it was already so late), Kanata would sleep in the middle of the mattress, separating you from Nayuta.

He'd be turned away from you most of the night, extremely embarrassed by the whole situation.

He'd only cuddle and face Nayuta instead whilst leaving you alone on that side.

But when you wake up in the morning with the sun basking on both your skin, he'd have his arms wrapped around you, snoring lightly.

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[mxtxfanatic]

I feel like I'm being gaslit rn. I don't know what to think anymore. I just saw a post about how Jiang Cheng is allowed to feel complicated feelings towards Lan Sizhui and Wen Ning because they are Wens, and according to OP, the Wens destroyed Jiang Cheng's home and killed his parents. Therefore, he is allowed to have the right to have them stay the hell out of Lotus Pier.

Then OP even said, "We dont enough fics where we can acknowledge that the wen remnants were victims but also that it was the wen who sparked the whole thing in the first place. Not enough allowance for the complicated nature of loss and pain caused not only by an enemy but a loved one."

Unfortunately OP had to drag Jin Ling in, and said "Being an mdzs fan who loves the jiangs most of all is so hard because where is the fic where jin ling gets to be righteously angry about growing up an orphan because of what wei wuxian and wen ning did, because even though there were complicating situations involved, that was still his father who got his chest caved in and his mother dead in a battle directly resulting from that killing?"

Like I understand that Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling were hurt, and their pain and reaction thereof is understandable, but that doesn't mean what they did was right??

Idk if it's just me, but when people speak of the Wens like this, they tend to dehumanise the Wen remnants and then go defend those who were responsible for their horrific deaths. Worst part is, that entire post got so popular too. How did we read the same novel??

Yeah, it’s all gaslighting, because none of these people would argue that Lan Sizhui or Wen Ning had equal right to hate and want to kill Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling. Wen Ning should suffer and die to atone for the sins of people he’s only incidentally related to but that fact that he personally rescued Jiang Cheng and his parents’ bodies to be given a proper burial—things Jiang Cheng knows about—isn’t enough to save Wen Ning’s family from “deserving” death nor is it something Jiang Cheng has to acknowledge because it’s “telling him his anger is unjustified” (newflash: it fucking is). Jin Ling can hate Wei Wuxian no problem, but if you told these people that he’d be just as justified hating Jin Guangyao and Jiang Cheng (something be actually contemplates canonically at the end), then they’d start spewing nonsense about “best jiujiu ever!” and “jin ling loves his guardians so much tho!” Almost as if the only reason why he hates Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning is because the people actually responsible for orphaning him are the people who raised him and lied to him about the circumstances behind his parents’ deaths.

They don’t want Jiang Cheng (a grown 30+ year-old man who’s been throwing a 20+ year old tantrum about never being “as good” as the orphan his mom erroneously hated) to have “righteous anger.” They want Jiang Cheng to be able to make his anger everyone else’s problem without consequences, not from the story and not from the fandom. They want him to be able to kill random strangers indiscriminately because “he has trauma!” They want him to abandon his allies who are the reason he’s alive because “his allies’ relatives gave him trauma!” They want him to betray his only friend because “that friend prioritized repaying Jiang Cheng’s debts above coddling his trauma.” What they want is a violent revenge fantasy starring Jiang Cheng, where he singehandedly wipes out the clan down to the last infant that killed his family, and everyone loves him so much for it that they make him Chief Cultivator over it.

Also, Jiang Cheng doesn’t hate Lan Sizhui because he knows or suspects him to be a Wen (because that would involve deduction skills Jiang Cheng clearly doesn’t have, or else the gc transfer would not have been a shock to him). He hates Lan Sizhui because he hates the Lan, a clan who’ve done shit all to him. Lan Sizhui wasn’t barred from entering Lotus Pier either; he chose to accompany Wen Ning so that he wasn’t alone. Stans love to rewrite the story.

[kanoyachi]

Idk The Devil Has Some Really Good Points

[seasidefallenangel]

game au: voicelines 2

notes: fluff, paralive game au, no content warnings, sequel to this based off these two asks ; i didn't do allen because i dislike him lol and couldn't grasp his character

༄ anne faulkner

⁀➷ about their lover:

“oh! what shade of purple do you think is nicer? my partner said they love the way i look in it, so i’ve been buying more clothes recently. the way they fawn over me is so cute!”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“isn’t this picture so cute?! i know polaroids are such old tech, but they’re still fun to use. this one was after our third date. they kept losing at the ring toss game trying to win me a stuffed animal, so we just went to the store and bought matching ones together. i think it’s much more special that way.”

⁀➷ true self:

“ah, this is so embarrassing. i hate for you to see me crying.

my mother called and i’m sure you can figure out how that goes. honestly, when i first decided who i wanted to be, my partner was the only one who accepted me with no questions. i think i loved them well before that, but that moment really solidified it, you know?”

⁀➷ the future:

“do you think it’s too soon to design my wedding dress? aha, i know, i know. but it’s not as if i’d marry anyone else. normally i hate thinking about the future - i just like living in the moment, but how can i not be romantic when they’re the one involved?”

༄ hajun yeon

⁀➷ about their lover:

“surely you’re not thinking about making a move on my partner, right? a downgrade such as that is a bit much, even for them.”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“honestly, they’re far too sentimental. you’d think it’d kill them to think with their brain instead of their heart for once. they still keep the ticket stub from our first date in their wallet. how foolish can someone get?”

⁀➷ unconventional relationship:

“... what an idiot.

eavesdropping? you should mind your business better, you know? i’m talking about my partner, but i suppose that comment applies to you as well. regardless, what kind of person blushes when they’re insulted? the meaner i get, the more they become infatuated with me. i’ve never seen someone with less survival skills than them.”

⁀➷ the future:

“i truly pray they’re not foolish enough to expect marriage from me. there’s not much the lesser yeon can offer them anyway. i doubt my parents would even bother showing their faces at the ceremony. hm? can you tell me exactly where i said i have no interest in it? i’m simply pointing out the illogical facets of the idea.”

༄ nayuta yatonokami

⁀➷ about their lover: 

“hey. if you were matching things with your partner, something subtle is better, right? i used to think this stuff is kinda lame, but i guess it’s nice when it’s with them.”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“kanata and i prefer not to live in the past. nothing good happened back then anyway. well, aside from meeting my partner. even compared to shiki, something about them was just different when we clicked. i’ve never been that lucky in life, but if meeting them was the sacrifice i had to make, then i’d do it over again.”

⁀➷  dress-up:

“blue is a better compliment… green? yellow is too invasive - oh. i didn’t hear you come in. you can leave it on the counter, thanks.

hm? oh, my partner’s been wanting to change up their style a bit but didn’t know where to start. i figured i could help them out a bit since it’s something i already enjoy. huh? i didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but they said the same thing as you. it’s not like i mind at all, especially for them.”

⁀➷ the future:

“god, i love my partner but they kept me up all night watching cheesy rom-coms. we made fun of them most of the time, but some they seemed interested in certain things. maybe i should… nevermind. i don’t wanna move too fast. we’re still young, you know? but with that said, i still want them in my life forever. maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad.”

༄ kenta mikoshiba

⁀➷  about their lover: 

“fuck off and eat shit, stupid. just cause i’m stuck in this place doesn’t mean they’re up for grabs. ‘sides, they'd never fucking go for you.”

⁀➷ fleeting memories:

“ugh, i’d rather get shot than think about middle school. the only good thing about it was meeting that idiot. you should’ve seen their math scores. totally fucking useless. they’re lucky i was nice enough to help them. well, that and the fact they paid me to tutor them.”

⁀➷  co-op:

“ack, no - to the right, dumbass! we need healing more than buffing right now. i’ll cover you but don’t fucking jump into the middle of fire. god, you fucking suck at this game. 

ha? the fuck do you want?! oh, it’s late already. just deal for a few more minutes. i’m tryna make my partner suck less shit than normal at this. d’ya have any idea how hard it is to be the brains of this relationship?! gh! you weren’t supposed to hear that - no, i think you’re smart. quit yelling at me!”

⁀➷  the future:

“you’re either braindead or a stupid ass idealist if you think we’ve talked about any sort of future together. i’m fucking trapped in this shithole, genius. i still don’t even know when my sentence is supposed to be up. pfft, as if i’m breaking up with them before that. ugh, i hate thinking about all that gushy adult shit anyway.”

[paraliveimaginesblog]

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

Allen Sugasano:

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

Hokusai Masaki:

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

Kanata Yatonokami:

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

Kei Miyama:

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

[jumpscaregoose]

genuinely the funniest thing about kenta to me is that as much as he has his hacker branding he'd be getting nonstop flamed by whatever in universe hacking forums existed

like you read any actual sources from the kind of people he's based on talking about teen hackers getting in trouble with the law and they run them through the actual mud. and those guys didn't even become hiphop idols he'd be taking hits from both the failure as a hacker and sellout fronts

[kanatamour]

A MILLION MILES AWAY.

“My soul is always with you.”

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

cw/genre: fluff, comfort.

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

ଓ SUGASANO ALLEN

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

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

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

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

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

— However, all gifts came at a price.

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

— You just couldn’t attend lives.

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

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

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

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

— But Allen does not only love hip-hop.

— He loves you, above all else.

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

— His trap reactions are quite bad, after all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

ଓ HAJUN YEON

— You didn’t want him to find out.

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

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

— So at first you make excuses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— A slender finger hooks under your chin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ଓ ANNE FAULKNER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— They smile, knowingly.

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

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

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

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

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

— At first, he’s hurt.

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

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

— And you are hurt too.

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

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

— It only takes a thunderstorm for him to notice.

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

— But this… You are trembling.

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

— Your hold on the cloth tightens.

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

— Oh.

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

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

— So that is why…

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

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

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

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

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

— “Kanata…” You utter, tone shaky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— “Hm?”

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

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

— The world is quiet and you are with him.

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

[elf-osamu]

i need another shuffle team show in paradox live with all the eight groups as participants.

[fullmetalgirl98]

Today, for the whole world: "HAPPY ST. VALENTINE'S DAY!!! 🥰💝👄🫂👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🌹💐"

Today, for an eternal single shitty otaku as I am: "Oh, RIGHT!!! Today it's Ramuda and Kantaro's birthday!!! Yuppie!! New Planarico official art and new arb eheheh✨️"

[seizingthesky]

b k l n r for shion pwease ♡ thank you and i love ur writing ^__^

Shion…… Grrrrrrr bark bark bark snarl grrrrr bark snarl grrrrr bark bark snarl grrrrrr wtf my dog started barking when I typed this sorry my bad I won’t do it again. Anyways. Hi please enjoy I love Shion. AND THANK YOU!!!!!! :D

SUGGESTIVE UNDER THE CUT.

B ─ Breeding. Is this one of their kinks? Do they often have unprotected sex? Have they ever had any pregnancy scares?

Initially? Absolutely not. SHION never wanted any strings attached with most people he hooked up with, although the idea did tempt him many times before. He's a changed man after settling down with you, but the idea of being a father so young in his life scares him a little. However, don't get it twisted; the idea of cumming inside of you drives him crazy, almost as if it's a way of claiming you.

K ─ Kissing. How important are kisses in their relationship?  Any favourite kind of kisses?  Do they have any rituals involving kissing (never leaving for work without kissing the other, always sharing a kiss goodnight, etc)?

Shion would take any opportunity in the world to kiss you. On the lips, neck, cheek, forehead, and other areas of your body... he can't keep his hands or lips off of you. He's gotten into the habit of pressing slow, lazy kisses to your neck to tease you in the morning when your bodies are entwined.

L ─ Lingerie. Do they enjoy wearing it and/or seeing their partner in lingerie?  What kind of lingerie do they find the sexiest? Any other clothing they love seeing their partner in  (like grey sweater pants, wearing nothing but an apron, really short shorts, etc)?  Do they often wear what the other likes, just to please them?

Whether it's you or him wearing the lingerie, Shion will enjoy it thoroughly. Truth be told, you could wear a paper bag, and he'd still find you sexy, but when you make an effort to pick out a cute set just for him, he feels himself fall even deeper in love with you if such a thing is possible. Shion isn't picky when it comes to what you wear for him, but seeing you in red or black really gets him going.

N ─ Nudes. Do they send them to each other?  Do they save them on their phones?  Do they keep them to themselves, or do they show them to their friends?  Have they ever sent one to a wrong number?

Shion is a big fan of sending you nudes randomly throughout the day, just to tease you and keep you on your toes. And they aren't the typical 'dick in hand staring dully at the camera' man nudes, either; he aims to impress you with every photo he sends. They're almost a work of art, in a way. He doesn't really expect nudes in return, but if you send him something, you'll have him all over you when you see each other again. After all, when he has the real thing in his grasp, why would he let that go to waste?

R ─ Recording. Have they ever filmed themselves having sex?  Did they watch it together afterwards?  Has anyone else seen their videos?

While I don't think Shion would be against it, recording videos is not a priority. He wouldn't mind if you wanted to, but he'd much rather live in the moment with you because, lord knows, it happens quite often between the two of you. As for anyone else seeing the video, absolutely not. Shion became an oddly possessive lover after meeting you, so the idea of anyone else seeing you so ravishing like that makes his skin crawl.

[moonstruck-writing]

His scent, your scent [Satsuki Ito x reader]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Satsuki, I am a bit confu—”

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

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

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

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

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

“If?”

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

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

◌◌◌

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

Then, it was time for the plan of attack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<I’m jumping into the shower but>

<Wanna meet up later?>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“’s okay now.”

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

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

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

“You don’t like this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready for a date?”

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

◌◌◌

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

◌◌◌

Bonus:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[seangelfish]

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

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

🍊 ALLEN SUGASANO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🍊 HAJUN YEON

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure, go ahead and get one."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You obviously.”

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

You didn’t respond.

“Please look up, (Y/N).”

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

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

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

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

But not after teasing you, of course!

🍊 ANNE FAULKNER

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Haha, sure thing, love."

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

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

You began, "Oh, Anne, could you–"

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

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

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

You giggled, playing along to their game.

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

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

"Hmm? What test?" they asked curiously.

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

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

(Also Merry Christmas guys!!!)

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