#love yourself Kenta

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Colors Ep. 12 The Black Parade Episode

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here. Y'all done told be EVERYTHING, so I know the entire plot now.

THAT WAS A TEAR! KENTA IS CRYING!

I thought it wasn't just sweat last week but knowing he is actually crying as he thinks about their past did immediate damage to me, and now they are ALL standing there in the dark with Way and Pete highlighted by the blue, and, and, and . . . Kentana are you gonna die? You and Waymond are stressing me the fuck out!

Now that I know they are both enigmas, I can't see them the same. Are they using their superpowers on each other right now? Are they reading each other's minds? Are they trying to figure out how to get Kentana back, so they can make this poly?

Kentana, how many times are you going to have this man spit in your face before you realize that he ain't shit? Go to your room, turn on Billie Eilish's "Happier Than Ever" and really hear it. "Never told anyone anything bad cause that shit's embarrassing. You were my everything, and all that you did was make me fucking sad."

The blue keys in front of the red product placement is all I need to be reminded that this show refuses to allow me peace.

Shocking absolutely fucking nobody, Kentana did not listen to "Happier Than Ever"

And now someone is gonna die because there are only so many ways for you and Waymundo to redeem yourselves, and if you have Jeffrey in all black, I'm worried it's gonna be your funeral we will be planning next, Kentana.

There is one episode left and I am death gripping the one time Vegas' Hedgehog wore blue because I will never get it again. I hate them.

Real question: Is Barbie pregnant? I know he is sad Charles is "dead" *eye roll* but he is taking pills, getting fruit thrown at him, and staring out into space. I would love to believe he is going through his Edward-left-Bella-so-she-was-super-duper-sad era, but now that I know pregnancy is on the table, that's all I can see.

Oh, thank goodness! Someone actually has a tracker on his phone! But Kimberly has been kidnapped, caught up in human trafficking, and is now beating up children. Bro, what was your life before it all went to shit? Do you ever call your mom and tell her these are your friends now? Are you even still racing? Nevermind. Go catch those kids.

The problem with black is the shades. Waymond's jacket looks green. Peter's pants look blue. And yet it still feels like we are preparing for a funeral. A real one this time. Not fake like someone else's *cough* Charles *cough*

Kentana, are you betraying Jeffrey as Big Red watches? Or are you asking him how Peter's been? Has he been well, without you? Is he dating anyone? What is his status with Way? Well, Jeffrey wouldn't know, but Peter x Waymond could be poly if you get out of that fucking house and stop kidnapping people!

Going from Kentana in that House of Horrors to Pete looking like this makes me understand why Kentana is out there kidnapping people. I'd feel some type of way too if my childhood crush looked like this and was getting chummy with a dude who looked like Way Way. Damn.

What the hell is this?! The cover of a boy band album? A meeting to discuss poly? The Thai version of Barbie where Ken(tana) explains why he won't leave the Mojo Dojo Casa House? AND WHY ARE ALL OF YOU WEARING BLACK?! Someone is gonna die.

Did Big Red know Kentana went to see Barbie and the other Kens?! Was he sent there by Big Red?! Kentana is really breaking my heart on his knees hugging this man like this. I want to slap Kentana all the time, but I also want to hug him and tuck him into bed with a moon nightlight calmly lighting up the room.

Let's stick him in a video game, so he can learn to love himself.

Push him down the stairs, Kentana! Do it. PLEASE! Shoulder check his ass at least.

Oh Lord, NO! Waymond, do not take a fucking bullet for anyone. You canNOT die by Whiny Winifred's bullet. I refuse to let you go out like that. You finally used your powers for good, but this is not the time to die.

Y'ALL DIDN'T EVEN GRAB THE BAG!

This is Mission Kim Possible all over again! How do you not grab the damn bag?! Waymundo looks so damn good in his suit, so thank God he is still alive, but what the fuck guys?! One job! SECURE. THE. BAG.

I hate how good everyone looks in black because I keep swinging through emotions. I'm terrified for everyone yet very attracted to everyone. All the guys connected to Big Red have been in black this episode regardless if it was their color or not, so I'm hoping that means the funeral will be Big Red's.

A cult meeting, in this economy? Villains make the dumbest decisions.

Waymond has some white on . . . over black. Please Mary, mother of God, do not let him do something stupid.

Alan, did you just say "eff them kids"? No. Not my Alan. He'll be back for them. Right. Right?

Peter is gonna Regina George his way into this Halloween party that he was not invited to just to cause some havoc. Mad respect.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

How the hell did Charles get there?! Did Barbie's dad tell him to go to the cult meeting? Dressed like that though? Did his spidey sense go off? So many questions, but all I know is Kentana better let them go, so he doesn't have to die.

Whiny Winifred better not get better at aiming in the final episode because I still need both of these two to wear blue TOGETHER.

WAYMOND, NO!!!!!!!!!!

Good to know it only took being kidnapped twice and (possibly) someone dying for Jeffrey to finally commit to the blue.

My nerves are wrecked. There was too much black this episode. Someone is going to die, and as much as I want it to be Big Red, I just don't feel good that Kentana is still on his bullshit, and Waymond keeps jumping in front of guns. Peter needs both of his boyfriends to live.

Also, Barbara, I already know you are immediately going to hug Charles next week, instead of having a moment to be pissed all the way off at him like you should be, so I'm going to start meditating on that right now. I've been mad at Charles the entire season, so I'll hold this grudge for both of us in the finale.

#pit babe #pit babe the series #the colors mean things #and they will guide me the whole way through #color coded boys in love #episode 12 #I'm gonna be stressed all week #way is gonna do it #he is gonna break my heart to redeem to himself #love yourself Kenta #love yourself more than you worship Big Red #and don't sacrifice yourself either!

[le-trash-prince]

Kenta & Pete pt 2

From the very beginning of their relationship, Pete used his status to establish himself as Kenta's protector. This is not uncommon for people living with an abuser, and this is something that really strikes me as a key part of Pete's character. He uses his privilege to help people.

When Babe left Tony's house, he did so after finding out that Tony had been the reason behind Babe's family falling apart, that Tony was a saboteur rather than the benefactor he posed as. Babe didn't learn about the other children being sold until Charlie told him about it.

But Pete finds out while he is still living under Tony's roof, and that is what prompts him to leave. He doesn't confront Tony about it, he simply leaves. Because this is something that he can't just stand by and watch happen. This goes beyond shielding someone from punishment. His status as an enigma won't help, it won't end the cycle, so he leaves. And as we know, he spends the rest of his life building up the power he needs to put a stop to these children being sold off.

But Kenta, who must know Pete so well at this point, sees it coming and tries to stop him. For Kenta, Tony's house is his entire world. Tony is the one who gave him life.

He wasn't even allowed outside without permission. He doesn't have any privileges, he's there as a mere accessory to the needs of others.

He's been conditioned to believe that he owes everything to Tony. He is part of this house, and this is where he feels he belongs.

But if Pete leaves, he takes the only good thing in Kenta's life.

What goes unsaid is that rather than Tony being hurt by Pete’s actions, it’s Kenta who will be hurt if Pete leaves.

I don't know yet whether or not Pete reciprocated Kenta's feelings, but I do think that the kiss is told from Kenta's perspective, and I think Kenta took Pete's silence as rejection. So when Pete leaves, he appeals to their brotherly bond instead. We will no longer be phi and nong.

And in Kenta's eyes, it wasn't enough. He wasn't enough for Pete to stay. Pete left to save the others, when he had promised to protect Kenta.

And how much abuse has Kenta suffered since Pete left? To him, he was abandoned and betrayed.

But for Pete, he wanted Kenta to make a decision for himself. Kenta views himself as a tool, an accessory. Objects don't make decisions.

But Pete views him as a friend, as a good person. Kenta is not the object that Tony treats him as. He has wants and desires, he has feelings, and Pete wants Kenta to understand that.

Kenta wanted Pete to stay, and Pete wanted Kenta to leave, and it is tragedy that neither of these things happened. This is yet another example of broken family that Pit Babe has given us.

Kenta thinks it is too late for him to change, even if he is constantly being torn apart by the things he feels he must do, and by the abuse he continues to endure.

But Pete thinks it is never too late for someone to change. He still hasn't given up on Kenta, and how that must burn—to have someone believe in you when you have never believed in yourself.

Kenta has spent years repressing his reactions to everything that he has endured and witnessed and taken part in. He is putting everything into convincing himself that he doesn't care, that he can even kill his childhood love as long as it is for the one person who has given him purpose.

But he does care, he cares so much, and he is closer to his breaking point than we've ever seen him before.

pt 1

#i will do more meta later this week i am at my brain limit for words today #pit babe the series #pit babe spoilers #pit babe meta #em meta #em post #tw abuse #pit babe #petekenta #kenta pit babe #pete peeraphon

[wannaeatramyeon]

Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Flowers

G/N. He's still pathetic, but you've claimed this pathetic mess.

"For our first date!"

Ryuhei grins, placing a bouquet of flowers on your desk.

You glance down at the extravagant arrangement. A small pink card cushioned between petals with what looks like a crude drawing of two people humping and a lipstick kiss.

You look back up at Ryuhei, and his suspiciously red lips, and sigh. You find yourself doing so more and more these days ever since you two became a thing.

(It's really your own fault, you've got no-one else to blame.

For months, it was very much casual. No strings attached. And then, well. You don't know what happened.

…That’s not actually true.

It was casual until it wasn't and you found yourself daydreaming and thinking about him and his texts would make you smile and seeing him in the office would perk up your day. You would go for lunches just the two of you and instead of kicking him out after sex, he would stay the night and eventually he had a side of the bed that belonged to him and matching toothbrushes, and would cook you breakfast and lunch and dinner in a ridiculous frilly apron you know isn’t yours.

It was casual until it became painfully domesticated. 

And when he asked you on an official date, you said yes before he could even finish his sentence.

You know exactly what happened, and yes. It’s your own fault.)

"Aren't you supposed to give me these on our actual date?"

He tilts his head, scratching at his temple. "Umm... sure. I can do that too!"

Which is how you ended up with a second bouquet later that evening. Squashed between yourself and Ryuhei as you weave through the roads of Seoul on his bike.

Bless this idiot.

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.

The third one appears on your desk the next morning.

"For last night :)" it reads in Ryuhei's chicken scratch, and below, an explicit drawing of two people together, one on their knees and-

Another sigh. It's sweet really, you suppose.

You've never received flowers for sleeping with someone before.

.

.

Sometimes you wonder if this is a good idea and then you will notice Ryuhei following you around looking at you like the moon shines out of your ass and you’re the only thing that matters.

And then you realise that it’s not a bad idea.

.

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Ryuhei holds out another bouquet

"Happy one week anniversary!" He beams, a rose between his teeth and you don't know whether to throw up or to swoon.

"...Swoon?" You think to yourself, when you're alone in your office and the only traces of Ryuhei left are the flowers and the hickey below your collar. Heavens above, six months ago you found him pathetic as hell. "Damn it, Y/N. He’s turning you soft."

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"Kuroda, clear this up," Samuel scowls at the petals spread over the boardroom table and the lit candles covering every surface.

"Must be Kenta," Ryuhei shrugs.

Samuel readjusts his glasses and squints at the pattern,"You are saying that Magami wrote ‘I love Y/N' with the petals," he deadpans.

“Must have.” Ryuhei ignores Samuel’s left eye twitching, and flips him off.

"You-!"

Ryuhei hears the sound of your voice and immediately shoots his head up like a meerkat. He spots you entering and leaps out of his seat. "Y/N!"

He doesn't notice that you're engaged in an important conversation with Eugene, nor that Samuel is a second away from grabbing his brass knuckles.

"Happy one month anniversary!" he smiles, and pulls out a red envelope from his pocket, sprayed liberally with cologne. He spent extra care on the drawing this time too. 

You resist gagging and ignore the look of judgement from everyone around you. Eugene's lips are thinner than you've ever seen and Samuel looks like he wants to strangle both you and Ryuhei.

You know for sure this has set your reputation back-

But you look at Ryuhei, with his stupid card and stupid hair and his stupid grin and his stupid fond look and you wonder if this is how you look to everyone these days.

You can’t bring yourself to care. He makes you happy.

"Happy one month," you tell him and he plants a kiss, messy and obnoxious with a MWAH!, on your cheek.

#idk why this ryuhei fixation has flared back up #lookism #lookism x reader #lookism fic #ryuhei kuroda #ryuhei kuroda x reader #ryuhei x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[ohanny]

my take on what happened to kenta after canon and how he grew to love himself (and kim)

after it’s all over, kenta gets into some legal trouble. pete, of course, bails him out of it and gives him a job in his company but it very quickly becomes evident neither one of them is doing well. they have this weird dynamic where there is just too much water under the bridge for a fresh start. pete is way too distracted with his own angst to accommodate all of kenta’s needs and kenta is walking a tight-rope of needing to be good and useful to pete but not wanting to turn pete into another tony-figure.

they’re too awkward and can't communicate properly and one evening pete just pulls out a bottle of whiskey and they sit down and drink. they both get shit wasted and neither one of them knows who leans in first but then they're kissing. it’s… bad. neither one of them truly wants it and when pete pulls back, kenta gets up and walks away.

if they were struggling to work together before, they start downright avoiding each other after. one day, in an effort to get kenta out of the office, pete sends him over to the x-hunter garage to bring alan some papers to sign and that’s when kenta runs into kim again. their eyes meet and that familiar tension is back but this time kenta breaks first, looking down at his feet. “not gonna lie, i thought i would feel some kind of way about this,” kim says, “but man… you look like shit.” kenta huffs out a laugh and looks at kim out from under his bangs and okay, kim thinks, he is kind of cute. and he did finally shish kebab the right person.

so kim agrees to show kenta where alan is working and their stilted attempt at small talk goes a little like:

kim: so you work for pete now?

kenta: yes.

kim: you don’t sound too happy about it.

kenta: it’s something to do.

kim: some friendly, unsolicited advice? You look like you need a break. and like you need to figure yourself out.

kim walks away but what he said sticks with kenta even after he's handed alan the papers and gotten the signatures he needs. he is tired. him and pete can barely look each other in the eye and every time it happens, he gets this familiar sense of doom and anxiety in the pit of his stomach, feeling like he's done something wrong and is about to get punished for it. so when he returns to the office, the first thing he does is ask pete for a leave of absence.

pete agrees immediately, handing kenta a credit card and telling him to take as long as he needs. so in the first selfish act in possibly forever, kenta packs his meager belongings and books a one way ticket to japan for the very next morning. he lands in tokyo and spends the first few days walking around but leaves the city pretty quick, taking a train and then a bus to a village he has no memory of but was listed on his birth certificate.

he works on his rusty japanese. he eats the food. he rents a small bungalow from an elderly lady and settles in. then one evening as he's watching the sun set on his back porch, he texts pete asking for kim’s number and after receiving it (with a question mark he does not answer), sends kim a picture of the said sunset with a simple “thanks for the advice.”

kenta doesn't mean for it to lead anywhere but they start texting. it starts out slow but as the days pass, the messages increase in number. kenta mostly sends pictures of his every day life with short captions because he still struggles with expressing himself. kim tells him about the new racing season and the ongoing saga of north and sonic dancing around each other, about how they’re finally getting their acts together but are so uncertain and awkward about it that both of them constantly keep asking him to third wheel.

and it's easy and safe and kenta never feels pressured so when at the end of the season kim mentions having some time off to travel, kenta doesn't hesitate to offer his services as a tour guide. they meet again at the airport where kenta drove to pick kim up and yes, it is a bit weird at first but then kim rolls his eyes and asks “so are we going to kiss or not?” and kenta laughs. kim’s never heard him do that before and he sounds so happy and looks so pretty that kim doesn't eve wait for an answer and dives in because they only have ten days and he is not going to northsonic this. (yes, kim would use that as a verb.)

they spend their time glued to each other, living in this happy bubble, but all good things must come to an end. kim is flying back and on the final day before his departure, he asks kenta to return with him. “if only for a visit. people care about you, you know? you’re still family to them.” when kenta says he doesn't know if he'd like to stay kim says it doesn't matter. “you don't have to. but you can't hide here forever either.”

and that's how kim ends up coming home from his hush-hush vacation with kenta in tow. this kenta is different than the one that left bangkok nearly a year ago. he looks healthier, has some color to his skin and walks with his back straight and head held high. still, he's nervous as hell as he walks into the x-hunter garage.

he's barely set a foot inside when jeff steps up and pulls him into a hug, telling him how happy he is to see kenta doing so well. babe is the next one up, looking kenta up and down and going “if this is what taking a break does, i might need one too.” (meanwhile sonic approaches kim, wiggles his eyebrows at kenta and goes “... nice,” offering a totally unsubtle high five that kim gladly accepts.)

kenta knows eventually he’ll need to go see pete as well and kim offers to go with him but he knows it's something he has to do alone. so he shows up at the office, near closing time, and knocks on pete’s door with a “you have some time for your brother or do i need to make an appointment?”

pete looks up from his paperwork and sees kenta. and fuck if he doesn't feel an enormous amount of relief? because kenta looks good. because kenta called him his brother. because in that moment he feels like he can have his old friend back without the baggage of the muddled feelings of adolescent love and sense of betrayal. pete needs that desperately. ever since way, he's buried himself i work to cope and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't close to his breaking point. 

kenta: you know, a smart man once told me i needed to take a break and go figure myself out.

pete: and is the smart man in the room with us?

kenta: no. but he’s probably bothering your secretary downstairs even though i clearly instructed him to wait in the car.

kenta sounds so stupidly fond when he says this and it's very clear to pete exactly why he was asked for kim’s number all those months ago. but after that brief moment of kenta letting the simp shine through, he does get back into pointing out how pete looks pretty ragged and should rest, if only for a week. pete asks him if kenta would be willing to hold down the fort for that week but kenta just laughs, telling him he's shit out of luck. “i think i’m done doing business with you. or anyone for that matter.”

he explains how, while staying in japan, he started teaching basic martial arts and kendo to the neighborhood kids and he really likes it. that he's good at it and it makes him sleep better at night, knowing he’s helping kids defend themselves. he also hands pete his credit card back with a sly little “i don't think kim and his sponsor money approve me having two sugar daddies” and then says he really should go, that he has plans for the evening.

“are you free tomorrow?” pete asks as they stand up to say their goodbyes. “we could get dinner. as old friends.” “sounds good. i’ll call you?” and this time when kenta walks out of the office, he does it with the final weight off his shoulders. he goes downstairs where kim is, in fact, bothering the secretary, fingers nervously tapping against the counter. he looks so pretty in the late afternoon sun and kenta is struck by the sudden joy of just… being alive to experience this.

he takes kim’s hand in his and walks them out, knowing he’s going to be okay.

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do i want to write this out as a proper fic? yes. is it likely i will create something i feel confident posting? no. so take this extremely self indulgent offering in the meantime?

#pit babe the series #kentakim #kimkenta #welcome to my delusions #if i'm not getting an epilogue i will make one up #i am so normal about these two

[paraliveimaginesblog]

Big Spoon/Little Spoon

[BAE and TCW here!]

COZMEZ

Kanata Yatonokami

He’d pick big spoon if he had to. He’s not a huge fan of cuddling overall, but he doesn’t mind skin-to-skin touch. He’s the type who takes time to get used to (romantic) physical affection, so cuddling might be a slow-moving thing in your relationship. Once he’s comfortable with you then it’s no question that he’s big spoon and that he WILL be holding you at night, it’s just something you have to be patient with.

Nayuta Yatonokami

Big spoon. He really does always feel like he’s being protected, and it frustrated him if you were the one who wanted to hold him. He could hold you too! It’s cute how insistent he is about being big spoon, the pout on his face showing he meant business; you hadn’t really intended to argue with him to begin with, but seeing how passionate he was about being the one to hold you…you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you happy.

GOKULUCK

Yuto Inukai

Both. Depended on his mood, or who was in control at first. You rarely wake up to Hancho but if he’s the one who took control in bed the night before, you’re normally wrapped up in his arms and wake up to a sleepy Yuto asking what happened. Yuto preferred having his head rest on your chest, face fond as he listened to the beat of your heart and said it made the perfect lullaby even on his most stressful day.

Ryoga Tosa

Big Spoon. It just feels natural he’d be big spoon, and unless you’re much larger than him, he thinks it’s uncomfortable to be the little spoon. He doesn’t really care if you hold him for a few moments but he gets restless easy, quickly flipping the script and reminding you of just how strong he is when he moved you into a better position with ease. His spooning tends to happen without him noticing, mostly when he’s asleep beside you and feels like you’re too far, his mind subconsciously telling him to fix that situation. 

Shion Kaida

Both, but likes being held a little more with someone he really loves. It’s easy to tease when he’s got you wrapped up in his arms, nipping at your ear and asking if you’d be more comfortable with a lack of clothing. But he does like when you take the initiative, never one to complain if you pulled him into your arms and kept him wrapped up, warm. He can’t guarantee he’ll behave himself whenever you’re that close but he does bask in the moment of being loved without expectation. 

Kenta Mikoshiba

Big spoon, if he has to make a choice. He doesn’t need to be held and you should count yourself lucky he’s holding you! In the end, it turns into more of a mutual hold situation as he wants you to be facing him, just so he can ‘see if you’re plotting something’. You think it’s cute that he gets nervous over simple things, wondering if you could slip him a few otome games to play to up his charisma stat. 

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live Imagines #Paralive Imagines #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive x Reader #Kanata Yatonokami #Nayuta Yatonokami #Yuto Inukai #Ryoga Tosa #Shion Kaida #Kenta Mikoshiba #Kanata Yatonokami x Reader #Nayuta Yatonokami x Reader #Yuto Inukai x Reader #Ryoga Tosa x Reader #Shion Kaida x Reader #Kenta Mikoshiba x Reader

[artemis32]

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.

#lookism #yandere #dark content #female reader #x reader #kento magami #sinu han #ryuhei kuroda #mitsuki soma #yandere lookism #second affiliate #workers #yandere second affiliate #yandere second affiliate x reader #yandere sinu han x reader #yandere mitsuki soma x reader #yandere ryuhei kuroda x reader #yandere kenta magami x reader #.anon. #art answers

[gloomforrestrunes]

psa regarding my trans characters

today i received an ask about an "au" that would entail detransitioning laxo, aven, and river, and what the story would be like if the three of them "stayed as their original genders." the asker said they wondered if it would impact the story negatively or positively.

i am not going to reply to this ask publicly since i do not want the asker to be harassed, i believe this was a case of extreme ignorance and not out of genuine malice. that being said, receiving this ask was very upsetting as a trans person myself.

so let me make myself explicitly clear and genuine with my next statement: please treat trans characters normally.

completely erasing an extremely important part of these character's identities for a "what if" scenario is insensitive at best and insulting at worst. just entertaining the idea that the story would be better if they never transitioned is really really tone-deaf and hurtful.

laxo, aven, and river's transness is not a thing that you can just take away. it makes just as little sense as a "what if kane/maya/kenta was actually straight" au. you cant just erase that part of their identity. it is a very important core part of them and even though it doesn't define who they are as people nor what they do, any iteration of them in which they never transitioned isnt actually them.

river is a woman. there is no alternate universe version of river where she is not a woman.

laxo and aven are men. there is no alternate universe version of these two where they aren't men.

just, as a rule of thumb. if you have a question about a character's transness think to yourself "would it be appropriate of me to walk up to a real life trans person and ask them this/something akin to this?" before doing so. if the answer is "no" then, dont! please.

i love being open about these three's transness. i will happily talk about their personal journeys and things like that once i have the time, but once we get into extremely invasive/insensitive questions/hypotheticals like this it becomes a lot less fun for me.

this isn't meant to be snippy or aggressive. i'm just very passionate and protective of my characters, and this is an issue that is very personal to me.

#i am not going to drag this situation out further than this. so dont expect me to.

[wordtotherose]

Jay watched, painfully still for more reasons than she could keep track of, as Chip took what looked to be the most deliberate breath of his life, just as the body of the Navy officer dropped to the floor. Off of his blades.

There had been so few times in which she'd seen him so still. No shifting weight to and from the balls of his feet. No tapping fingers. No slight sway to his shoulders. No smile, no bright, shadowed eyes, no unerring flippancy. For half a second she was back at the worst, her back to her father, his hand on her shoulder, the poisoned truth spilling from her sea-chapped lips. For another she was staring where Gillion had been, where all his belongings, ever last gift and piece of armour, were scattered now on the ground.

A crash rattled the floor, the windows in their frames, the horror from Chip's expression.

"The fuck was that?" He asked, sounding to all intents and purposes like he hadn't just been told that every insecurity they'd coaxed out of him just days ago had been spat into his face by a complete stranger. "Where's Gill?"

Shit. Shit.

Read More Under the Cut or on AO3...

Jay pushed a hand into Chip's chest as he tried to walk past her, out of the building, towards the rest of the fight.

"Chip, wait! Just-"

He didn't slap her away like he might have normally but he didn't wait with a single ounce of patience. She didn't want to tell him this. Had hoped, ferverently and desperately, that Gillion would have dealt with it by now and be back before Chip could react to the fucker who'd probably been responsible for the catastrophic sounding breakage outside.

"What? Jay, spit it out! He's with Ollie, we need to-"

She cut in quickly, curling her fingers into one of the lapels of his bloodied coat. "Kuba Kenta," she forced out, fighting back her wince as Chip's expression closed off again, "he's fighting Kuba Kenta. Ollie is fine, I'm sure. Gillion won't let anything happen to him but, Chip, listen to me. Chip, he's after you specifically so the best thing you can do for Gillion right now is stay put, don't make yourself a target."

Her breath was coming fast now, her grip loosening as he gripped her wrist in his own fingers, one cold pinky prosthetic not so tight as the others, one less nail digging into her skin. Brown eyes flinted spark red as she evaluated and replanned number upon number of plans and potentialities that could be about to occur. Always looking for the best outcome, the one where they emerged as unscathed as possible. Seconds ticked by. Chip looked over her shoulder, avoiding her searching gaze. He was a mess. Close to passing out on her. She knew him. Loved him. Would save him everytime, even from himself. But she couldn't stop him now, she wasn't in much of a better state and if what she thought had happened had happened then the stronger swimmer of the two of them was about to need to launch a desperate, watery rescue.

***

Ollie's return startled Jay enough that Chip could slip past her, finally able to look for their missing counterpart.

Gone. Was the answer. Just.

Gone.

Again.

Admittedly, down through a hole by the looks of it this time. But there was no mop of green hair spread across the surface to let Chip know Gillion had survived the fall and was cheerfully swimming his way back to them.

Not even the ripples of their impact remained far, far, far below.

Right.

Fuck.

He stumbled back into the shop, lurching into the doorway unintentionally with a muffled curse before he relayed the information to Jay. Jay with her still sore and red tattoo bleeding occasionally on her back, pulling at it further as she bent over Rufus to check for a pulse, for breath, for life. Gods. He hadn't even stopped to check. Great friend that made him.

Ollie stood to the side of Jay, nervously tugging at the ends of his sleeves, a braid of his hair in his mouth before he caught Chip looking and spat it out, mumbling an apology. Fucking hells, Chip thought, what the actual fuck had they been thinking waltzing back here all high and mighty? Bringing the whole crew along to get absolutely fucked over by the goddamn Navy. Idiot.

Jay was saying something, not that he could hear a word over the ringing in his ears, and he hesitated, stupid stupid stupid, before taking the healing potion she was holding out for him to take, impatience brewing like a storm on her face. He caught her snapped order to 'Go!' and put the rest of it together on the way back to the hole in the fucking floor. Pausing only to down the bottle to have the strength to survive the dive, he tightened his coat, wished he had the time to leave his shoes, and followed after Gillion.

Read The Rest On AO3

#my writing #jrwi #jrwi fic #jrwi fnc #fnc #jrwi fish and chips #jrwi gillion #jrwi jay #jrwi chip #jrwi spoilers #jrwi riptide

[miss0atae]

It's my random thoughts about Pit Babe the series ep 12:

What can I say? I still have so much fun watching this series. I know there are some loose ends and plot holes, but frankly I don't really care.

▪️ Way saved Pete from Kenta who fled the scene as soon as possible. It was really the episode where Way finally stopped spending all his time drinking and drowning his sorrow. He finally decided to properly apologize to Babe (even if he knew he would not be forgiven) and help everyone take Tony down. He used his power to help get some documents and tried his best to show remorse. I'm still not his best fan but it was a nice change from previous episodes where he was just crying and feeling hopeless. We can thank Pete who helped him a lot.

▪️ Speaking about Pete, this guy really see everyone good side even if they don't show it. He believes Way, still think that Kenta is a good person deep down (which I agree) and do his best to save all children taken by Tony. I still think their plan to do it isn't exactly the best but it works for the series so what should I say?

▪️ Babe really wants to put an end to Tony's actions and he does everything to get it. He didn't want to forgive Way, but to have his end goal happen, he accepted him in the team. When Way asked him if one day they could go back to how their relationship was, he wasn't entirely against it. He simply told him, it wouldn't happen soon but they might get there. Even if he is still really sad over Charlie supposed-death, he is poised and ready to fight no matter what. Babe is impressive.

▪️ Jeff was captured by Kenta to be sold to the new auction, since every special child Tony had, disappeared or is fighting against him. What is the point of seeing the future, if you can't save yourself from being kidnapped?! I know they told us, he can't really control his power but it's very unfortunate he couldn't this time. I was impressed about how calm he was.

▪️ Alan was trying is best to find him and was helped by his "family" (Can we say that Pit Babe is a BL type version of Fast & Furious ?). North and Sonic have always been helping him but I'm glad we saw Kim. Even if I get two minutes of him, I'm happy. I'm attached to this character. By the end of the episode, Alan saved Jeff. The power of love... always here when you need it. I only have one question: Why did they leave the children behind? Is there a good reason?

▪️ Finally, I'll talk about Kenta... It's been several episode where Kenta was abused by Tony and this one was no exception. I feel so sad for this man. He truly believed Tony was his father but unfortunately Tony never saw him as his child because he is not "special". It broke my heart to see Kenta kneeling and begging Tony. I wish he would understand how he could be loved and treated well if he just stopped helping him and leave! I hope in the next episode he will be free from Tony. He must be saved like the other children taken by Tony.

▪️ Oh and of course, we all knew the man who helped Charlie and Jeff is Babe's father. Anyone was surprised?!

▪️ Charlie also saved Babe in the last two minutes of this episode. and we'll get the reunion we were hoping between them, in the next one. It's a happy ending guaranteed. I just feel like 13 episodes is too light to tight up everything. Why didn't they make 14? Is there a good reason for this choice?

Anyway, Friday will feel empty when this series will end.

#my thoughts #thai series #thai bl #bl drama #bl series #random thoughts #pit babe the series #pit babe #Kim it's always nice to see you! #They need to save Kenta #It's unbearable to see him always being mistreated by Tony #I didn't talk about Winner but he is so annoying #Can't wait to see Babe's reaction about Charlie's resurrection and when he will see his father again #spoilers #episode 12 #the power of love

[littleseasalt]

Kenta, we can't both exist. I'm going to become half of you. And I need you to know that every moment you love being yourself, that's me, loving you and loving being you. Because you're going to be something extraordinary. You're going to be a legendary blader.

#coming out of my cave on tumblr just to post this. #im terribly sorry. #mfb #beyblade metal fight #beyblade metal fury #metal fight beyblade #ryuga beyblade #ryuuga beyblade #steven universe reference #< for blocking

[twig-tea]

Grand Guignol

Wanted to write down my thoughts on this movie because it was AWESOME and I don't want to forget lol. Non-spoilery thoughts above the cut and spoilers below it.

First of all, the colouring of this film is gorgeous. Everything is in dull greys and navy blues and cream, except for the red, and the red is throughout. There's red roses, red lighting, red ties, red viscera, and so, so, so much blood. It makes for a really stunning watch, to see this heightened red spurt and colour the white clothing of the protagonists, and on their faces.

The cinematography is also a lot of fun. So many dirty shots, where the creepy decorations of this school sit in the foreground and the characters having a conversation are left blurred in the background. Quick, hard cuts, so it's not clear whether something was real or not.

And I love the tension being around what is real vs what is fake rather than jump scares. The way cinema and pranks and voyeurism is woven into this plot to make everything more confusing is so well done; it puts us in the same situation as the characters stuck in this school with no clear sense of what's happening or why.

Most of all this was just fun. It was a wild ride where gross, gory, discomforting, messy, and generally weird shit happened constantly lol and I really, really enjoyed the experience.

Cutting here because I couldn't help but spoil from here on out.

I also really love the subtext of the show re: queer as monstrous. There is a suggestion that at least two of these characters were sent to this school abandoned by their families in order to be sacrificed because they are gay, or queer in some sense. The other characters have stories about doing physical harm to those around them, but at the least for Kenta, it's implied that whatever is going on with him and dressing femme--i won't assume--is what got him sent here (this is early in the film so I'm not counting it as a spoiler).

I had to laugh at the excessive lube; Japan's lube game is always incredible. We never get a normal amount of lube in a Japanese BL, and I live for it.

Also really enjoyed the cannibalism subtext! Cannibalism is always such an interesting theme in horror because it's such a taboo. This felt very Rocky Horror-like with the constant viscera shots and the open questions on characters' faces about where it came from.

The message in this film was so fascinating. Normally we get the trope of 'you have to defeat yourself ' as a hero's journey to get past self-doubt in order to win. In this case, Itsuki tells us he was forced to participate in...it's not entirely clear, bullying and mutilation at the least. He seems traumatized by the experience, and it's not clear how much damage he did on his own. But by the end of the film, after the teacher gave him the gun and told him to defeat himself, he manages to move through whatever was holding him back, and he fully embraces doing violence to others. He kisses Teshio, when he was surprised by/recoils from the kiss from Kenta. He laughs, glories in, is freed by the way he mutilated Teshio's corpse, and flashes back to his memory of when he was "forced" to hurt his classmate in his old school, but this time he's similarly elated. He had some initial reaction to seeing Kenta in a dress and wig--Shinji wondered if he wanted to wear it himself--and after the cult dresses him in heels, a dress, and wig, he does not remove them even after he's free and limping in the heels to drag along that sledgehammer. In this case, the hero's journey is one to freedom from moral constraints, allowing in the monstrous--both murderous and queer--parts of Itsuki to overcome any fear or self-hate or physical limitations, and to be victorious. And then we get the final scene, with the uncertainty as to whether the entire film has been a play, whether the play is in Itsuki's mind, or whether it's a metaphor for the audience to represent what happens. I think the uncertainty is the point. The entire film has been messing with our ability to tell what's real and what's fake, and maybe in the end it doesn't matter. Itsuki is dead; whether metaphorically because he's mentally snapped, or literally because he's killed himself, or because the whole thing was a metaphor and he's embraced his weirdness and joined this weird club and found acceptance in this group that puts on horror plays...the Itsuki who was traumatized and terrified of himself is gone by the end of the film, he's defeated the enemy within. I loved that.

And there's something in this film about how it gets us to be interested in this weird friend group before it starts killing them off for the sake of... entertainment, a ritual, to free their parents of the embarrassment, it's not entirely clear which. But there's something implicit in the morality here that these characters are humanized before they're demonized, and that we are set up to see the ritual as cruel and the level of violence as undeserved. This part reminded me of Gang of Cherry; these kids are fucked up, and cruel, and weird, but don't deserve the even more fucked up and cruel situation they're in, which in turn makes them even more fucked up and cruel, until it's a twisted version of enlightenment, when all you are is cruel and fucked up, and delighting in the purity of the emotion.

Anyway that's way too much navel-gazing for what is essentially 1.5 hours of intentionally bad blood-spraying camp and actors who didn't kiss in their BLs kissing in this. Big fan.

If you want realism, sexiness (there is a sex scene but it is not what I would call sexy; it's intentionally discomforting/edged with tension), romance, or a happy ending in the traditional sense this is not for you. If you like campy horror, strategic cinematography, gratuitous gore, gratuitous tongues, being discomforted, psychological horror, and metaphors on metaphors, I think you'll enjoy.

#grand guignol #bl meta #i thought about this way too much #typed so i can stop thinking it #happy halloween everyone #gore #tw: gore #cw: gore

[zuuzuuberry]

Initial D Headcanons - What's their beige flag?

For reference, to anybody who doesn't know, a beige flag is not necessarily a red or green flag, but an odd quirk or trait somebody has! Not alarming enough to be considered a red flag or an ick, but not charming enough to be a green flag.

Project D!

Keisuke: Sleeps with his socks on. His excuse? “My feet get cold, so why wouldn’t I?”

Ryosuke: Milk. Before. Cereal. He puts the milk in the microwave to “warm it up” then puts his cereal, like a psychopath. He also sets timers instead of alarms. It's midnight and he needs to wake up at 6am? He sets a 6 hour timer. 

Takumi: Peels his hangnail, like all the way. The fact that there's a loose piece of skin hanging there really irritates and distracts him, so whenever he spots one he peels it all the way off. 

Tomiguchi: He chews on his hair, especially when he's thinking really hard about something. He does it subconsciously and has never really noticed it until somebody from the team brought it up.  

Kenta: He always sucks on his necklaces. He likes the taste of the metal, so a lot of his cheaper jewelry has rust spots because of it.   

Matsumoto: Snores. Like, really really loudly. He also loves the smell of laundry detergent, and enjoys doing the dishes because of it. 

Fumihiro: When he needs to flip things over when cooking, he uses his bare hands. He cooks a lot so he’s pretty desensitized to the initial fear of burning yourself. 

Gas Station Gang!

Itsuki: He is almost solely a mouth-breather, so even without ever doing anything strenuous he always sounds like he's out of breath. In general he just breathes very loudly. 

Kenji: Eats his food “in order”. He follows the “save the best for last” rule, and so the crunchiest or most filling part of his food is always eaten last. His plate always looks really weird because of it, with random bits and pieces of food here and there. 

Iketani: Takes FOREVER to finish a drink. That coffee in the fridge? He bought it yesterday. He’s an incredibly slow drinker, and probably an even slower eater. He never leaves a restaurant without a takeout box. 

#initial d #keisuke takahashi #ryosuke takahashi #takumi fujiwara #gas station gang #project d #beige flag #initial d headcanons #mouth breather itsuki

[wannaeatramyeon]

Ryuhei Kuroda x Reader: Moon and Tide

F!Reader. Colleagues to Lovers. Mitsuki leaves, Ryuhei has some realisations.

Ryuhei experiences his first heartbreak at nineteen.

(In truth, his heart had broken time and time again with his unrequited love. Each time that Mitsuki dismisses him, each time he saw her with Shiba Inu.

But each time he used to see her, he also fell in love all over again too.)

.

.

Shortly after Sinu Han leaves, Mitsuki also departs.

"What?!" Ryuhei slams both fists down on the boardroom table, "Then I quit." 

"Haven't you harassed her enough? She obviously doesn't want you to follow." Samuel Seo gazes over the top of his glasses, smirk on his face and relishing the blonde's distress.

"Watch your mouth." Ryuhei snarls, low and menacing, a clear warning as any.

"Samuel is right," Eugene is calm, voice even. "Please respect Mitsuki's wishes this one time." Unlike all the other times you've ignored her boundaries does not need to be said.

The room stills at his words. The chairman has spoken, although it does nothing to dissipate the tension. The air hangs heavy. Like an elastic band stretched taut, to its limits. 

Samuel observes Mandeok tensing and Ryuhei’s nostrils flaring, and he wonders who will break first.

Ryuhei's eyes flit around the room. The silence, lack of support, from Kenta or even yourself is damning.

"Fuck you," he hisses. Leaving, not wanting to be here a second longer.

The door slams, reverberating off the walls.

"My apologies for Ryuhei's interruptions," Eugene gestures to you, "In Mitsuki's absence, Y/N will take on her duties and title."

You give a curt nod to the rest of the room, acknowledging your promotion, but your eyes stay glued to Ryuhei's empty seat.

.

.

To both of your surprise, you're the first one to reach out.

(You like to think it’s you fulfilling your new duties as president. The alliance, the uncomplicated relationship you always had with Ryuhei helped too.)

Gently knocking on his room door, calling his name. The voice, the tone, the pitch pulls him out of his mood. Briefly, for a second, before he realises the two of you sound nothing alike.

"Go away," 

He watches you respond by jiggling the handle aggressively. So much so that the entire door shakes then a second later - it opens with you striding in.

"That's handy," Ryuhei, lying in bed, glances over at you rearranging the pins back into your hair, "And a complete invasion of my privacy."

"Like you ever cared about anyone's privacy,"

Right. Another jab about Mitsuki. One that he used to take on the chin because it's true, he's not ashamed. He pines after her openly, certain that everyone in 2A would have heard of his antics by now, if not the whole of Workers.

Tonight is a different story. It's less the wound being raw and tender and more Ryuhei is missing an entire limb.

How can she leave without saying goodbye?

He misses her.

Ryuhei throws the covers over his head.

The message is clear though not enough to drive you out or to muffle your voice.

"You have 3 days to get yourself together, then I need you by my side."

Fuck off he wants to say. But what's the point anymore? 

"I have negotiations that could go wrong. I need all the manpower I can get my hands on."

Like you wouldn't be able to handle it by yourself, a small voice in his brain retorts.

Whatever. This, Workers, everything has all been a complete waste of his time.

.

.

Ryuhei was officially Mitsuki's bodyguard, and it makes sense that his duties now extend to you.

Everything else thus far has transitioned smoothly, except your current dilemma: how do you deal with a bodyguard that doesn't want to guard you?

After the three days, you barge in at the crack of dawn and try to wrestle him out of bed. Out of the room that stinks of despair and depression.

A one sided obsession that has run its course, ended in the best way it could. You don't voice these thoughts out loud.

Ryuhei is a dead weight in your arms, childish and insolent and completely unhelpful. 

He's a grown man. There's little you can do.

Your lips crease thin with fury but no words spill forth.

You leave without him.

.

.

It's a full week later that Ryuhei musters up enough energy to crawl out of bed, throwing on something half presentable to stretch his legs.

Wandering the corridors, guilt creeps over him when he sees you talking to Kenta, right arm bandaged and in a sling.

Kenta nods at his friend's reappearance, you ignore him completely.

Well. He supposes he deserves that.

.

.

Seeing you kick starts a little change. 

Not a lot, enough to get Ryuhei out of bed every day and put up an appearance of semi-normality. Key word: semi.

He slumps over a desk half the time, willing away the hours by fiddling with the edges of papers and documents, heart aching.

(A small part of him, maybe the most pathetic part, wants to doodle Mitsuki's name over and over.)

Other times he takes to training with a ferocity that surprises himself.

The only moments he feels anything other than a hollowness is when he's by your side. Eyes constantly attracted to your broken arm. 

Steel pins, Kenta had mentioned, face grim as he clicks his lighter, adding that it was only thanks to your quick thinking the executives of Workers made it out alive.

Huh, it was that bad?

.

.

The guilt builds, claws under his skin and at his conscience. Could have sworn you were ambidextrous except now he watches you struggle with your dominant hand out of action. 

He's not sure if it's out of stubbornness or forgetfulness that you have used chopsticks all week. Albeit your dexterity has vastly improved since Monday, watching you is nothing short of exasperating.

Ryuhei’s peace offering comes in the form of a spoon.

You've barely exchanged words since that day where you tried to hoist him out of bed. Only on a needs-must basis. Terse and to the point.

You were thoroughly pissed off and everyone knew it.

Righteous in your anger at first. You had explicitly said that you needed all hands on deck, implicitly asked for his help and frustrated he couldn't separate his personal feelings enough to do his job when there are lives at stake. Over the past couple weeks, your ire has reduced, cooled until he is now nothing but a thorn in your side.

"Go on, just take it," The thorn in your side holds out the utensil.

You ignore him.

"Or else I could just feed you?" He offers, a hint of mischief returning to his eyes.

Ryuhei huffs when you tell him he can try if he wants a broken arm to match yours.

.

.

Inch by inch, you thaw.

Would have thawed quicker if Ryuhei lessened his efforts to get back into your good graces, causing headaches and extra work more often than not.

Still, he tries. Following you around, part bodyguard, part puppy. You appreciate it in hindsight. It’s almost cute.

Little by little, he also regains the bounce in his step.

.

.

Ryuhei tries once to contact Mitsuki.

She says she has no plans to return or to see him again.

She doesn't offer anything else.

He stays silent the whole time.

.

.

Some may consider that a form of closure, Ryuhei isn’t sure. Things at least get slightly easier after that.

Once an all encompassing searing pain, the hurt and heartbreak eventually settles and dulls into a throb.

Normalcy becomes less of a facade.

Ryuhei flips off Eugene in earnest, tells Samuel Seo to eat shit with sincerity, struts 2A with his confident gait once more.

"Nomen," you nudge him lightly with your shoulder. Even with your mask on, he can hear the smile in your voice. "It's good to have you back."

"Yeah," he agrees. It is good to be back.

.

.

Not everything is smooth sailing, however.

In his more melodramatic moments, in which there are many, Ryuhei vows never to love again, never to so much as gaze at another woman, and promises a lifetime of chastity.

You snort at the declarations.

"What?" He snaps and you pointedly return his gaze as he remains indignant, "You don't count."

You let that particular one slide but- "Who's going to sleep with you anyway, you're a pathetic asshole."

"A very handsome pathetic asshole," he corrects.

"Hmm." Yet you don't disagree.

It's only later that day, stuck in another godforsaken meeting with you and Eugene, when boredom strikes and his mind wanders that Ryuhei realises that you didn't refute his claim.

He watches you, head tilted and eyebrows furrowed.

Huh.

.

.

Ryuhei doesn't care about you, not like he cares about Mitsuki. Though he doesn't care about anyone the same way he cares (cared?) about her.

It's not personal.

His relationship with you has always been easy, flirtatious without intent. 

Sharp words and double entendres litter your conversations. Fun during the better moments, aggravating during others. Skin deep, superficial. He doesn't know you beyond the limits of your words, not really, and the experience is mutual.

Others have commented on your strength and character before. Formidable. A force to be reckoned with.

Even more have taken note of your looks, a common water cooler topic. 

To Ryuhei, you're like the moon. Sure you're nice to look at. Yet when Mitsuki is the stars and beyond; dazzling, glittering with untold adventures, how can anyone possibly compare?

.

.

(In the end, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Though not in the way Ryuhei expects.)

.

.

He carries out his new bodyguard tasks without complaint. 

It only made sense with your arm out of commission, and him technically and almost literally being your right hand man, that he carries your bag, your coffee too. Really, whatever you need.

What’s more, he now knows you take your coffee exactly like him. Quadruple shot, milky and disgustingly sweet.

Spends more time scrolling on your phone than a president probably should.

Hate sitting with your back to the door. And in meetings where there are no other options, Ryuhei makes sure to position himself opposite instead of being next to you. Himself sat where you would have preferred. One eye on any potential dangers, and giving a reassuring, roguish smile that eases your worries.

Bags under your eyes naturally mean a poor night’s sleep. Bags under your eyes and hair in a ponytail means you do not want to be here today. Something you would never voice out loud, but Ryuhei can read you anyway. 

On those days, he makes sure he’s always one step ahead and extra considerate. He’s not completely altruistic, he also doesn’t want to be shouted at again.

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.

The emptiness still comes and goes, catches him out when he least expects it. Usually he feels Mitsuki’s absence more than remembers her presence.

Ryuhei notices you a bit more too, these days. Ever since your offhand agreement.

The way you say his name is nothing like how she used to. The way you look at him is nothing like how she used to. 

It’s actually warmer.

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.

“You fucking idiot,” your tone is a complete contrast to your gentle hands, now completely healed and bandaging up his instead.

Ryuhei pouts with mock hurt and you roll your eyes. You will not give him sympathy, not for this.

(A yelp diverted your attention earlier today, and you rushed to find Kenta holding his lighter and Ryuhei cradling his own hand, wincing in pain.

You took one look at the two guilty faces and realised that the blonde moron wanted to learn how to set his finger alight like Kenta without hurting himself.

Ryuhei is one thing, but you expected better from Kenta. You turn to him, disappointment painted on your face and tell him exactly that.

“What about me!” Ryuhei had the audacity to pipe up. You roughly snatched his wrist and dragged him away.)

“Don’t set yourself on fire again,” you punctuate each word by sharply jabbing him in the chest with your finger.

Ryuhei flutters his eyelashes at you in a way he thinks must be quite charming and endearing. Who knows where the hell he got that idea from. You’re tempted to gouge out his eyes more than anything.

Somehow, you manage to resist. You also refrain from rolling your eyes at him again.

(You worry if you do that anymore, they might get permanently stuck and never return back to normal.)

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Ryuhei studies his injured hand. Lying in bed, other hand behind his head, holding it up into the direct path of the silver moonlight cutting through the darkness.

He moves it, angles it this way and that. Letting the highlights and shadows illuminate your neat handiwork.

Something about this makes him feel funny. A little light headed.

He can’t recall the last time anyone touched him so kindly. Can’t recall anyone ever taking care of him when he’s been hurt before.

If he squints and looks at the neat little knot just right, he can almost see a heart shape.

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It’s odd.

Were you always this flirtatious? Was he always this coquettish with you?

Did you always return his taunts with such a sparkle in your eyes?

When did you start having so many inside jokes, your own moments snickering together?

And it’s like he can finally see you. No longer subjected to his previous tunnel vision, he finally understands what everyone has been saying.

You’re much more stunning than Ryuhei remembers.

He also doesn’t remember your smile making him feel this way before.

Lastly, he remembers saying ‘you don’t count’. His words have come back to bite him.

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Ryuhei wakes up at his usual time on a Wednesday.

It’s a nothing special sort of day.

Slinks out of his bed like he usually does, goes about his day as he usually does, teases you with intention and a quickened pulse. Which… ok, that one is new.

All in all. It’s fine. It’s an unremarkable Wednesday.

Except the dull ache in his chest, one he has had to endure for the last couple months, isn't there anymore.

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There’s a different type of guilt at play.

First-

When you’re used to something for years and years, it takes time to break out of a habit. For the first time, Ryuhei begins to see his attachment to Mitsuki as the unhealthy obsession that it is. 

He’s not fully ready to pick this apart just yet.

Second-

How do you separate a rebound from something real? That you’re not just a replacement, a new person to pass the time?

And that idea, that you’re a replacement for anything, shocks him. It’s unimaginable to think of you as a passing fancy because you deserve so much better.

That really should have given him an inkling. 

On the other hand. When Ryuhei has only surrounded his love life with the one red flag, and himself being the other red flag too… he has a lot to learn.

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Unfortunately you did get one thing right: Ryuhei is pathetic. His baseline personality is an absolute simp. 

Maybe it would have been different if his informative years played out differently. Alas.

Alone, he tries to dissect his thoughts and feelings. In your company, he is much more simple. Constantly wanting to capture your attention, which you give easily and with minimal conditions. 

Ryuhei can now read you like the back of his hand, knows your preferences so well that he’s able to anticipate your needs before they develop into needs. Wants, at best. Perhaps not even that.

And when other people look at you, the desire shown easily on their face that he has tried to tamper down, his possessiveness and jealousy flares.

Unsubtle shoulder barges and sneers are thrown in their direction.

But Ryuhei is nothing if not patient. He supposes it won’t be so bad if you turn him down and you’re happy with someone else.

He’s used to that.

Giving you the opportunity to turn him down though, he’s not sure yet how to go about.

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Conveniently, an opportunity does arise.

Celebrating the new Fifth Affiliates, Eugene had said, showing his face at the gathering for about ten minutes before leaving. 

Then the two newbies, who Ryuhei doesn’t bother to get the names of because he sure as hell doesn’t want to know anyone with tacky ‘H’ tattoos (on their forehead and neck for crying out loud!), leave shortly after.

Ryuhei also considers it a small victory when Samuel Seo departs, after a very witty verbal sparring to see who can tell each other to fuck off in increasingly creative ways.

“You’re so fucking juvenile,” you sigh, though you begrudgingly admit that you were impressed throughout that display.

“At least I got the last word in,” Ryuhei grins, giving the finger to Samuel’s retreating back.

The room empties out at a quicker rate now that the non-mandatory, completely optional (if you want to keep your job) gathering is devoid of the more severe senior management.

No more than another 30 minutes pass and only you and Ryuhei remain. Two small figures in an oversized room, full of empty tables but one.

Ryuhei rests one elbow on the table, propping up his head and looks at you with a cocky smile.

“Remember when I said I’m never going to gaze at anyone ever again? That was a lie.”

“Really.” You deadpan, resisting once more the urge to roll your eyes. It might be the most difficult thing you have ever had to do.

“I lied when I said you don’t count too.”

Ryuhei, for all his flaws, has only ever been forthright with his emotions. In his own roundabout and very sex-pest way with Mitsuki, though he did confess in the end. As for right now, well, he has learned his lesson.

You give him a response he didn’t expect.

“I think you should spend more time on your own first.”

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Ryuhei is immediately placed on a leave of absence the next day.

You explain clearly to him as he sits opposite, his very official letter scrunched in his fist and feeling extremely petulant, that while you do like him, he needs some distance to everything.

He only hears the first part. You like him? You? Like? Him? The words swim round and round in his mind.

“Ryuhei,” you snap your fingers and him out of his daze.

“Then what’s the problem?” he whines.

“Don’t make me into another Mitsuki,” Ryuhei opens his mouth to argue that he won’t, there is no way- 

“Ryuhei,” you repeat his name again in an authoritative tone that leaves no room for argument. Echoing your words from yesterday. “You need to spend more time on your own. This is non negotiable.”

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Ryuhei sulks like there is no tomorrow.

Tries to manifest you outside his door but to no avail. He doesn’t see you at all.

That just about surmises his first week.

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The week after, he thinks about you. How strange that you started as colleagues, almost friends first. How well he actually knows you.

Now months after Mitsuki has left, Ryuhei can only piece together fragments of her.

Even still, he had never seen the whole picture. He never knew her in her entirety, only the portrait he painted.

What becomes exceedingly clear is his one sided behaviour.

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The fog, the rose tinted glasses fully lifts in the fourth week.

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The sixth week he carefully pries open the past.

Gently picks apart what he wasn’t ready to before.

Moments of self reflection are painful, embarrassing. If the earth could open up and swallow him whole, he would gladly take it.

He still feels something for Mitsuki, though pertaining more to the remorse and shame side rather than anything else.

In an ideal world, he would seek her out and offer an apology for his past behaviour. However, in the real world, that only helps to alleviate his own conscience. 

He has already reached out once before and she has given her answer.

Nothing else from Ryuhei now would benefit either party.

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Two full months later, Ryuhei sees you once again at work.

Your smile still makes his heart flutter and brain short wire.

Except he can now see you as a whole person, all your flaws and faults too. What he used to ignore with Mitsuki, blinded by his obsession. 

His feelings for you don't change.

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Ryuhei wonders when he started to like you.

Thinks his heart liked you before his brain even realised. When the time is right, he needs to apologise for how long it took him to fully catch up.

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He remembers thinking of you as the moon once, paling in comparison to the stars and the great beyond. 

That wasn’t quite fair. Wasn't accurate at all.

If you are the celestial body, luminous and hung high in the heavens by the gods themselves, then Ryuhei considers himself the tide.

He understands now, with its lunar radiance, there is nothing that comes close.

Quite simply: 月が綺麗ですね

(The moon is beautiful, isn't it?)

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At twenty, Ryuhei experiences real love.

Experiences what it truly means to love and to be loved.

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism fic #ryuhei kuroda #ryuhei kuroda x reader #ryuhei x reader #wannaeatramyeon #3.5k words on this fucking asshole #a little. maybe a lot OOC. #trying to break him out of Mitsuki's grasps #✨character growth✨ #making this pathetic meow meow less pathetic

[ohanny]

pit babe x tfln vol 3

kim: they were so fucking loud i wrote them a sex critique and taped it to his door. last time i’m staying over.

dean: community service is like the breakfast club. except we are all the criminal.

sonic: at this point i’m just going to superglue a mistletoe to my forehead and see what happens.

jeff: great. there's a birthday party at work today. now i can stand around and feel uncomfortable for an hour.

charlie: he asked what the dent on the hood of my car was from… i think he knows we had sex up there.

dean: great, thanks for announcing that i gave you head over twitter.

winner: at least i said it was good.

way & kenta: we played russian roulette with a revolving nerf gun. if you shot yourself in the face, you had to drink.

north: i went in for a high five. he went in for a kiss. today is a good day.

kim: operation terrify all men while simultaneously making them fall in love with me is going quite swimmingly so far.

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bonus:

kenta: i forgot to pack a bra for work today. you would not believe the extremes i've had to go through in order to keep these nipples from my coworkers.

#pit babe the series #incorrect bl quotes #pit babe x tfln #pit babe text post

[paraliveimaginesblog]

hello! Can I ask for Kenta, Dongha and Aoi with s/o who often look down on oneself.

Aoi Kureha:

Aoi is probably the best significant other to have if you have self-doubts and low self-esteem. While there might be a time where you think their words are fabricated from their princely idol persona, Aoi is dead serious when they say they’re speaking from the heart. Their flowery speech is a habit that’s hard to break, especially with compliments or when expressing gratitude, but in the end they wanted to be your prince as well. They wanted to stand tall against your fears and help you overcome them together, hoping to provide you the encouragement to find confidence in yourself by loving you unconditionally.

Dongha Yeon:

While his tone is harsh, and you might not come out unscathed, Dongha has his own way of hyping you up. You think he’d be dating you if you didn’t meet his standards? Did you think he was the type to settle? He’s offended that you think so little of him, calling you foolish for questioning him when he pointed out your finer qualities. It almost felt like he was debating you on your own experiences, able to turn them around in a more positive light that you weren’t aware he was capable of, considering how much he criticized himself.

Kenta Mikoshiba:

Probably the worst boyfriend to have if you have low self-esteem. His insults are hardly genuine but it’s almost second-nature for him to fire them off, even when he means to be a little nicer when talking to you. Knowing that you had low self-esteem was just frustrating, because now he had to wonder if he was the cause of your woes and guilt doesn’t exactly put him in a great mood. He would struggle to curb his normal vocabulary around you but you wouldn’t avoid it entirely as calling you an ‘idiot’ or a ‘worm’ was just the way Kenta expressed his affection.

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive x Reader #Paradox Live Imagines #Paralive Imagines #Aoi Kureha #Dongha Yeon #Kenta Mikoshiba #Aoi Kureha x Reader #Dongha Yeon x Reader #Kenta Mikoshiba x Reader

[oldsargasso]

Re: Winner cooking for his boys

SLKGDFGSFHSHIHGJO I'M SO! EMOTIONAL! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!

First of all, it's so easy to picture Winner doing all this coz Pop is such a cook 🥺 BUT ALSO! HE LIKES THEM! HE LIKES LIVING WITH THEM! WHY AM I SO AFFECTED BY THE MERE FACT OF THIS

I love that Kim's laundry habits are a recurring detail. I'd LOVE to be a fly on the wall watching Kenta's probably very intense negotiating tactics with market vendors.

As soon as Winner set the chilis aside I got mushy 🥺 I know I asked for a token of mild (hah) thoughtfulness but! It's such a small and yet thoughtful action!!!

Kenta sitting in the car after therapy - you had to stab me extra good didn't you hmm. But also just the way that Winner is so used to their rhythm GETS ME!!! Also KimDean shopping date 🥺 And Kenta getting post-therapy kisses my GOODNESS!!! I'm such a mess good god

One other domestic detail we must consider is that Winner is the tallest in the household and is therefore in charge of top shelf duty. And perhaps he takes advantage of this at moments, such as when Dean is struggling on tiptoes to reach a large mixing bowl stored just out of reach, and Winner presses his body flush against Dean's back as he reaches up from behind him to grab the bowl. "Need this?" he might say, before planting a sly kiss on Dean's cheek and laughing when Dean playfully shoves at him.

Also your tags!! Kim and Dean cuddling 🥺 Of course they'd share a bed. Winner takes up absolutely too much room and probably also snores at night. Kim and Dean are less particular about touch, they don't have to worry about it, whereas Kenta deals with a mix of touch aversion and touch starvation and needs his own space. BUT THE IMAGE OF HIM LINGERING IN THE DOORWAY WANTING TO BE WITH THEM AND NOT KNOWING HOW TO ASK. LET ME LIE DOWN FOR A MOMENT!!!!

In regards to cuddly Dean, I had been thinking about how he probably touches Kenta in the most casual way out of the three of them.

Winner probably (at first) uses touch to get on Kenta's nerves and rile him up (Winner likes getting shoved against hard surfaces ok), and then has an awkward period where he realizes he doesn't want to upset Kenta and has to figure out how to not be annoying.

Kim's touches are always heavy and intentional, there's a tangible weight to them, and they calm Kenta rather than rile him up.

But I think Dean would just be outright cuddly with Kenta, like he's touchy without thinking about it. Kenta will be sitting on the couch and Dean will plop down with his head in Kenta's lap, jabbering away about some new car he got to test drive, or he'll lean his head on Kenta's shoulder when they're watching a movie. And it's just. Something Kenta hasn't had since Pete left.

And he doesn't really know how to be physically affectionate (not at first), how to let himself just… touch someone for the sake of touching them. But it never phases Dean, if it takes Kenta ten minutes to convince himself to put his arm around Dean's shoulder. Dean doesn't pull away in a "oh I must be making you uncomfortable" manner. He doesn't withdraw his affection unless Kenta pushes him away.

And I think that would mean so much to Kenta? That Dean doesn't worry at all about being cuddly with him. He's not scared that Kenta will lash out at him, even though Kenta does occasionally snap when he's in a "don't treat me like I exist" mood, which is something they learn to navigate. But Dean still comes right back to him once things settle, simply because he likes Kenta and he enjoys being in contact with the people he likes.

Kenta also simply finds it cute at times and tells Dean so, which is how I ended up at the first ask I sent you 😌

YOU BROUGHT THAT ON YOURSELF!!!

onmg is he? I basically don't know anything about the actors beyond what photos/videos are shared on tumblr lol. that's funny though. I very much ascribe to cooking as a form of love. and spending time in the kitchen together is like THE activity so I always use it to show how people care!

listen if nothing else I will make up tiny details that I can tenuously connect to onscreen characterisation and carry it through all my stories. you KNOW Kenta has a Reputation in the market. half of it is intense negotiation and the other half is old ladies seeing his sad puppy demeanour and adopting him.

food is a language of love!! thoughtful consideration!! I feel like Winner would be big on these little actions where nothing is said and nobody has to say anything but it's obvious that he was paying attention. and making an effort.

I need Kenta to go to therapy so bad. also the car is the perfect place for containing maybe a little mini breakdown or just collecting yourself. like it's so obviously an in-between space that while you're there you can just process. that's why road trips are the best. imagine them all going on a road trip lmao there'd be at least one roadside argument and constant judgement of whoever is behind the wheel. Winner claims front seat privileges for height reasons. Kim for sure creates a perfect playlist or two (and then everyone keeps talking over the best songs so they have to start them again a bunch of times). that post that's like "doesn't matter how old you are, all road trip snacks should look like a child was given $20 and free reign" that's Dean. and then Kenta also packs some healthy snacks but he's the first one into the junk food.

Kim and Dean deserve to go shopping together! Kenta has no style and Winner has a very particular style so it is up to Kim and Dean to look good for everyone. also they're the only two who can be trusted to behave properly in a dressing room. by which I mean keep quiet. Winner doesn't give a fuck and Kenta doesn't like being forced to keep his noises in. they're buying jewellery and going to an ~adult store btw. KISSES FOR KENTA agenda.

!! YES. omg Winner would be the best/worst being the tallest. he'll help BUT. he definitely stores everyday items up high and is like "you just have to ask nicely~"

(uh I just read your newest ask and now my brain is like. derailed completely.)

I think Kim likes the closeness of sharing a bed and Dean likes knowing someone is always there. and Winner definitely needs his own space - for sprawling but also because I think he's the one out of all of them that very much needs His Space and His Things. Kenta would have had his own room in Tony's mansion right? or no??

stopppp cuddly Dean is KILLING MEEEE. also the thought that Pete was casually touchy with Kenta even with his power? death for me actually. but ughhh yes it's the fact that there's no expectation behind Dean's physical contact! it's just so natural and unconscious, like of course he's gonna reach out! I wonder too because North, Sonic and Alan are all pretty touchy as well, like Dean might be so used to it he doesn't even think twice about it. and now. they're pack! they're family! of course Dean isn't concerned about touching Kenta; he's not only allowed he's encouraged to do so because of that. am thinking of Kim and Dean in their bed with Kenta at the door and it's Dean who wakes up and welcomes him in, gently pulls his arm until Kenta climbs into bed and into prime cuddling position. and Kim sleeps through the whole thing because he knows he's safe.

deeply love the thought process that lead from this to where you ended up, you have a beautiful brain.

#asks #pit babe #pit babe polycule