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youtuber Sukuna

I beg you to read the shitposts I made about this, they are delicious. You don’t have to of course but...if you loved me you would :) s/n = screen name, and I hope you chuckle at Sukunas screen name

Content warning: uhmhm lowkey incel shit(mean internet comments and whatnot)

part two --- part 3

Name: Sukuna. Age: 25. Height: 6 foot 5 inches. Occupation: toxic Youtuber, fitness trainer and hot guy.

Sukuna wasn’t exactly known for being kind. He wasn’t nice to others, rarely having anything good to say about anyone, and he’d made a successful Youtube career out of it. First starting as a fitness trainer at his gym, through encouragement from his clients and the notion of a quick cash grab, he started Youtube.

He didn’t care about it and that reflected in the quality of his videos and editing. He didn’t have consistent uploads, just filming and posting videos whenever he wanted, analytics be fucked. But somehow, that worked out for him, and he quickly found himself with over two million subscribers just frothing at the mouth for his next video.

And those subscribers were some of the worst people. Sukuna didn’t care about fostering a safe space online for others, not in the slightest. His comment sections were atrocious, both on his Youtube and his Instagram. It was full of toxic men one-upping each other constantly and dragging on each other for not being able to work out as much as Sukuna did.

Sukuna was a large part of why his fanbase were so toxic. He himself often made bad comments about others, whether fellow creators or people that happened to appear in the backgrounds of his videos, and on more than one occasion he’d been ‘cancelled’. None of that mattered though, all he cared about was shitting on other people and making money.

Sometimes he played video games and posted it, but not too often. Sukuna often stated he wasn’t so much of a fucking lonely loser that he’d play video games all the time, and so the gaming videos he did post were few and far between. He played angry shooter games and GTA, mindless button clicking he could get lost in for a few hours for a video.

Laying in bed one night after uploading his most recent video, one where he rages at 12 year olds on GTA online, Sukuna was just scrolling through his phone mindlessly. After he uploads video game content, like clockwork, he gets recommendations for gaming channels. He only watches a few of them, mostly leaving mean comments saying what losers they are, but one catches his eye.

He’s never been recommended this kind of video before. The thumbnail is light and bright with some pink aesthetic lights in the back. But the most enticing thing is the person in the middle, cute pink cat ear headphones on and a bright smile.

“Let’s see…” Sukuna mumbles to himself, mindlessly clicking the video. He hasn’t even read the title, he only clicked it because they were cute, and here he is nearly blinded by the bright setup they have.

“Hi everyone, it’s (Y/N) here and I’m really excited today! We’re going to be playing this new game I found!” Sukuna is immediately enraptured by the sound of your voice, watching how your face changes as you talk. His eyes drift off to the decor behind you, cute plushies and healthy plants, and some twinkling fairy lights. There’s books as well, and your chair is one of those ergonomic gamer chairs he has as well but in pink.

Sukuna watches the video dumbly, totally in the dark about whatever you’re doing, but loving it all the same. All he knows is that he likes the sound of your voice, and when you laugh and smile at a funny part in the game, it makes a light flush come to his cheeks.

It only takes one video for Sukuna to spiral into more of your content. He watches a video on your gaming setup, and he’s surprised that so much technology can come in pink. He watches a video on how you edit, a few of you cooking in your kitchen, and even a few vlog videos.

He quickly subscribes to your channel, and when you plug your social media, he immediately goes there. Pulling up your Instagram, he stares at your profile picture and almost audibly coos at you for being cute.

Your profile is just as cute as your videos are and Sukuna barely remembers to follow you before he’s going through your whole feed, liking every picture he sees. Sometimes he leaves comments, only one word though, ‘cute’. He’s never liked something so outright cute before, it wasn’t who he was and it definitely didn’t fit with his brand.

Falling asleep after following you on every platform, Sukuna wakes up thinking about you as well. And he also wakes up to hundreds of comments from all his accounts, bombarding him with questions and screenshots from last night.

‘SUKUNA WHY WOULD YOU LIKE THIS SHIT?!’

‘OMG Sukuna liked (Y/N)s posts!!’

‘Sukuna is so gross and toxic, you better stay away from (Y/N)!’

‘SUKUNA YOU GAY NOW’

‘EW why the fuck do you like this bitch?’

There were hundreds of comments that he waded through. Most were from his fans, expressing disgust at how many photos of yours he’d liked and wondering why he, Sukuna, most heterosexual alpha male on the planet, would like a pretty in pink Youtuber who had bubbly intros and whined when their animal crossing villagers wanted to move away.

Other comments were from your fans, some in awe that he would like you considering how much he said he hated overly cute things. Other fans expressed concern, worried what this might mean for their favorite Youtuber. Did Sukuna want to cause problems, potentially hurting you? He did have a reputation of bullying others, so this wasn’t far fetched.

Checking your Instagram, you didn’t make any comment about it. There wasn’t any update or anything, but on his end he was being tagged in endless Twitter threads with screenshots of him liking your posts and commenting under them.

“For fucks sake.” He grunted, clenching his phone in his hands. The amount of notifications he was getting were starting to upset him and he nearly threw his phone to get them to stop.

Ignoring his phone for the rest of the day, Sukuna went to the gym like he always did and trained with his clients. Some of them brought it up to him, asking him if he had a mind break last night and forgot what he was doing. Sending them harsh glares, Sukuna refused to talk about it.

“Oh my fucking god.” Sukuna nearly wailed when he got home, finally checking his phone. His name and yours had begun trending, and the hashtag #protect(Y/N) was also. Muttering angrily under his breath, Sukuna turned on Instagram live.

“Okay what the fuck!” He shouted, seeing the live become instantly flooded with people all screaming about you and him. “You’re all fucking annoying, you know that?” Glaring harshly at the camera, he read some of the comments that went by.

‘WHY’D YOU LIKE (Y/N)S POSTS FROM 2017’

‘Are you two secretly dating??’

‘COLLAB!’

“Who gives a shit why I liked their stuff, you’re a fucking weirdo for keeping track of me. And we aren’t secretly dating, dipshits.” Rolling his eyes, Sukuna scoffed as more comments came in begging for a collaboration. “And think about it you morons, why would we collab? Our shit is too fucking different, what would we even film about?”

Sukuna stayed on Instagram live for nearly an hour answering questions asking about you. Every time he had to answer that you weren’t secretly dating, he got a little more annoyed. Not at the comments themselves but at the fact that it was true; you didn’t even know he existed.

Ending the live in a huff, Sukuna didn’t feel any better than before, and it was made even worse by the fact that everything he said was being relayed to Twitter, and you were tagged in every tweet.

“These idiots!” Staring at his phone, Sukuna couldn’t believe what he was seeing. On your Instagram stories, you’d posted a q&a for your followers, and nearly all of the comments were about Sukuna.

“Hi everyone! No, me and Sukuna aren’t dating!” You said, laughing a little to ease how uncomfortable you were. “To be honest, I’ve never even heard of him before! As you know, my content is very...different from his, so our circles don’t exactly intersect. But I’m always happy to have new followers and potential friends!”

“Fuck me.” Sukuna groaned, cringing at how uncomfortable you looked having to address the sudden onslaught of questions. For once he wished he’d actually given a shit about his online presence, so that maybe one day your circles could intersect. He knew he scared you, he scared a lot of people, and this was just proof.

“Uh, Sukuna if you see this, hi it’s nice to meet you!” You said in the next slide, puffing out your cheeks and waving cutely at the camera. It made Sukuna blush, and he hated it. “Thank you for following me and liking my content! I was very surprised that you found me!”

“Of course I did, idiot, you’re fucking cute.” He muttered under his breath.

“I know a lot of people are asking for us to do a video together and I know our content is really different, so don’t feel pressured to respond or anything, but the offer is open! If you’d like, we can collab on something.”

“On what?” He asked like you were there.

“I cook sometimes, and I know you cook too! Maybe we can make a cooking video? You can teach me how to make healthy food or something!” Sukuna could tell a fake laugh when he heard one, and you definitely had one right now. “Anyways, thank you! Bye Sukuna!” But hearing you say his name cutely like that made him not care.

He nearly responded right away, accepting the collab offer now that you’d spoken about it, but he didn’t want to seem desperate. He watched through the rest of your Instagram stories, going back and replaying the parts where you talked about him over and over and his heart clenched every time when you said his name.

In the dead of night, Sukuna DM’s you after watching your latest video and leaving the simple comment ‘check your DM’s’.

“Fuck, what should I say?” He’s suddenly stumped as he looks at the keyboard. Typing and retyping a message, in the end all he can say is hi. He doesn’t expect a reply, ever, but when he gets a vibration on his phone two seconds later he jumps to read it.

(S/N): hi Sukuna! :)

(cursedgod): hey

Real fucking smart, repeating what he just said.

(S/N): is there something you wanted to talk to me about?

(S/N): I hope you haven’t been annoyed at all the notifications you’ve been getting!

(cursedgod): No it’s okay

(cursedgod): we can collab if you want

Good Sukuna, good. Play it cool, don’t let them know that your fingers are actually trembling because you’re nervous.

(S/N): do you want to?? I don’t want to pressure you! I know we’re pretty different haha

(cursedgod): yeah, let's do it. Cooking?

(S/N): sure!

Looking around his home, he was suddenly assaulted with the fact that he didn’t have any furniture. He barely had a proper bedroom, just a mattress on a bare frame and a dresser. His lounge room was the same with his computer setup in one corner and then nothing else. There was only a couch, a mounted TV and a fold out table and chairs for his dining room.

(cursedgod): I know a studio kitchen we can use, I’ll send you the address

Thank god he’d done promo work for a brand in a studio one day, otherwise he’d be fucked.

(S/N): awesome! I’m free next Saturday!

And just like that, it was a date. Well, a meeting. Sukuna knew it wasn’t a date, but his heart still thumped like it was one. Confirming the time, he ended the conversation with a curt goodbye and obsessed about it throughout the night.

When the day to meet you came, Sukuna nearly ran late trying to pick out his clothes. He’d never cared about looking good or presenting himself well in front of others, whatever version of him he turned up in was what they got. But for you, he wanted to try a little harder.

Waiting outside the studio space, Sukuna rubbed his hands together nervously. You’d messaged a day or two ago offering to put the video on your channel since it probably wouldn’t fit his aesthetic, so he didn’t have to bring his shitty camera equipment.

“S-sukuna?” Snapping his head up, Sukunas mouth fell open looking at your curious face a few feet away, an Uber driving off behind you. You were even cuter in person, just his fucking luck. How was he expected to act like a normal person when his recent obsession was here looking better than he could have imagined.

“Hi.” What comes out is a grunt, not the smooth word he’d hoped. He can see you eyeing him up, taking in all the thick and corded muscles of his body. It made his chest puff out a little, he worked hard for this physique and to have you so openly looking at him made him happy.

“It’s nice to meet you!” Sticking your hand out, you smiled politely at him.

“Same.” Shaking your hand with a firm grip, Sukuna could feel the difference in your palms. Yours was soft and nicely moisturized and he had callouses everywhere and a few cuts and scrapes.

Opening the door for you, Sukuna led you to the studio space he’d rented out. It was a clean and modern kitchen, not unlike his own, but it had appliances and looked actually lived in. Helping you set up a few camera angles, Sukuna felt a pang of nerves hit him in the stomach.

“Sukuna, can we take a picture together?” You asked before starting, and Sukunas brow furrowed deeply. Why would you want to take a picture with him? His expression must have scared you, because you quickly backtracked. “F-for promo for this video, on Instagram and stuff!”

“Sure.” God, did he feel bad or what. He shouldn’t have made that face at you, now you wouldn’t look him in the eye. Crouching down to get the right angle for you, Sukuna watched you pick a cute animal filter.

“Just do what I do.” Throwing up a peace sign, you cutely tilted your head from side to side and smiled. Sukuna tried to do the same but he looked awkward, and most of all he was blushing pretty bad.

You snapped a multitude of pictures, some at different angles and some with different filters, and in all of them Sukuna was blushing at least a little. He managed to smile more as it went on, even laughing at one of the filters.

“Thanks! I’m going to post these really quick and then we can get started!” Giving him a brief smile, you turned back to your phone and set about editing some of the pictures. Looking over your shoulder, Sukuna could see that he looked like a blushing high schooler meeting their idol for the first time and not a grown man.

Once the photos were posted and you tagged him in everything, it was time to start. Setting up your marks on the floor, you took a generous drink of water and cleared your throat.

“Are you ready for the intro? I’ll start it and introduce you, okay?” You’d actually prepared a script for yourself, and showed Sukuna as well.

“Okay.” Stepping in front of the camera, Sukuna bristled at feeling you so close to him. Your arm brushed his casually as you were fixing your shirt, and Sukuna was glad he’d worn his most expensive cologne for this.

“Hi everyone, welcome to today's video! As you know, I’m (Y/N), and today we have a special guest today!” Throwing your arms in the air, you motioned to Sukuna.

“Hi.” He nodded, barely cracking a smile. He could feel you looking at him like you wanted to say something, but he didn’t look.

“So, many people have been asking for us to do a collaboration and it’s finally here!” Clapping your hands lightly, you rocked on your heels and nudged his shoulder with yours. “Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?”

“Uh-” The playful nudge you’d given him was enough to make Sukuna short circuit. “I-I-” He suddenly couldn’t remember how to speak. “Rice?”

“Let’s try that again.” You laughed. “Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?” This time, you didn’t nudge him with your shoulder.

“We’re gonna…” the words were on the tip of his tongue, they wanted to come out and be spoken but he couldn’t do it.

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Nodding reassuringly, you took a deep breath in and out, and Sukuna shakily copied. “One more try?” When he looked at you, Sukuna expected to see a hint of annoyance in your face, but there was none. You were just smiling softly at him, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah. I’ll uh, I’ll get it next time.” Stepping away from the camera, Sukuna took a drink of water and cleared his throat. Cracking the bones in his neck, he took a deep breath and came back. “Let’s do it.” No more fucking embarrassments.

“Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?” You asked for the third time, slightly swaying your body side to side this time.

“We’re gonna make katsudon today.” Finally, the words he wanted to say came out.

“That’s right! As you can see, Sukuna is really fit!” You immediately hopped in, giving his arm a brief squeeze. “And he knows how to make a ton of healthy meals!”

“Mhmm.”

“So I asked if he could help teach me, and all of you at home, how to make it!” Smiling at the camera, you waited a few seconds before relaxing and turning it off. “Did you like that? We can refilm it if you want.”

“No, it’s okay.” Running a hand through his hair, he pointed to the bag of rice he’d brought. “Let’s get started on this shit.”

Taking fifteen minutes to film the two of you filling up the rice cooker, when it was over, you set about getting aesthetic shots of the other ingredients. Sukuna tried to seem casual off to the side on his phone, but he was really watching you.

Getting started on chopping the ingredients, Sukuna somehow managed to say the things he was supposed to without stuttering too badly. He was amazed that you could make the things he was doing sound so interesting, your narration as you held the camera and tried to do things yourself was impressive to the man that barely knew anything about cameras.

“Sukuna, I need help cutting the meat.” You whined, tapping the meat on the cutting board with a knife. “I don’t remember how you showed me.”

“Here.” Without thinking, Sukuan grabbed your hand with the knife in it and moved it for you. “You just have to move your wrist more, it’s not that hard.” Doing it a few times, when Sukuna felt your chest expand with air against his, that’s when he realized how close the two of you were. “S-sorry.” Immediately jumping back, he stared at the floor.

“Thanks!” Giving him a smile, you kept at it.

“I’ll fry the meat.” Stepping in as soon as you were done, Sukuna already had the hot oil ready. He was eager to cook and do something with his hands instead of - what he felt like - was awkwardly watching you off to the side.

“Okay!” Grabbing the camera, you focused on the pan. “You’re really good at this, Sukuna!”

“T-thanks.” Staring directly at the pan, Sukuna didn’t look away. Even with the hot oil popping up from the pan a few times and burning his fingers, he didn’t flinch at all.

“Ow!” But you did. Your hand had gotten too close, and when Sukuna flipped the meat, some of the oil had gotten on your hand.

“Shit.” Abandoning the pan, Sukuna was ready to drag you over to the sink for some cool water.

“I-it’s okay, it was only a little.” Shaking your stinging hand, you point to the food. “But I think the meat might burn.”

“Shit!”

Narrowly avoiding disaster with the meat, when it came time to cook the eggs, you made a joke about how you liked your eggs in the morning and Sukuna burnt them almost immediately. While not an overtly sexual comment, the implications of the words still affected him.

Somehow, he managed to make the dish come together and while his plated dish didn’t come out the best, yours looked at least halfway decent with overcooked meat and burnt eggs. The only things not messed up were the rice and vegetables, and even then Sukuna was surprised.

“We did it everyone, we made katsudon!” Holding up the bowls, you smiled big and nudged Sukunas shoulder again. “You saw we had a few mishaps along the way, but that’s okay, that’s what made it fun.”

“Yeah, it was fun.” Sukuna chuckled. Despite him being more nervous than he’d ever thought possible, he had fun cooking alongside you.

“Sukuna, will you try mine? I made it super pretty and everything.” Holding your dish up to him, Sukuna wasn’t expecting you to do that. Now he felt bad that his looked so ugly and like a teenaged boy made it; he almost said no.

Eating yours though, somehow it tasted better than he was expecting. It must have been how you prepared it, and the fact that you cared so much about the presentation. Eating it in silence, he let you eat in peace as well for a few minutes and compliment the food to the camera.

“Alright, that’s the end of the video!” Putting your bowl down, you turned to Sukuna. “I had so much fun today, thanks for filming this with me.” Now was his chance to make everything better. Putting his bowl down and bolstering himself with confidence, Sukuna threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close to him.

“Thank you (Y/N), I really did enjoy today. I hope we can film again soon!” He squeezed your shoulder and smiled really big at not only you but the camera as well. He knew he was blushing, he knew that even the tip of his nose was a nice rosy shade, but he didn’t care. If people teased him for it, then so be it. But he wanted you to know how he truly felt.

“R-really? You want to?” You asked, looking up at Sukuna from your place smooshed against his body.

“Really.”

“Aww, well you heard it here first everyone! Sukuna wants to shoot another video with me!” Clapping your hands a few times, you waved at the camera. “Okay, bye everyone!”

“Bye.” Sukuna waved too, waiting a few seconds before letting you go and turning off the camera.

“Sukuna, did you really mean it? You want to film another video with me?” You were in utter disbelief. All this time, he’d just seemed very standoffish, if not a little awkward around you. You were happy to film this video with him, he had way more followers than you and it would help boost both your channels, and to hear him say that just made it even better.

“Yeah, I was serious.” Sukuna spoke around stuffing his mouth with the food he still had left. He was more hungry than he thought, the nerves doing a good job of twisting his stomach during the video. Now that it’s over, he can finally relax.

“That makes me really happy.” Eating the rest of your food as well, you leant against the counter. “This is gonna sound kind of mean, but I was really scared to film with you today. I thought you were going to be really mean.”

“Shit, you did?” He grimaced, letting out a sigh. “Sorry I had you worried.” He could already imagine the comments you would get from his fans.

“It’s okay! You’re actually way nicer in person, I was surprised!”

“That’s good.”

“And you’re really buff, you have muscles in places I didn’t even know were possible!” You laughed bashfully at that comment, and avoided looking at him when he stared at you in shock. “I couldn’t help but notice…”

Were you checking him out? Had you been checking him out this whole time and he didn’t even realize? He had seen you eyeing him up when you first met, but were you looking at him like that at other times as well? Now he’d really have to watch your video to see if it was true.

“Thanks, it’s my job.” Could he have said that any lamer? “My job outside of all this, I mean. I’m a trainer at this fancy gym downtown.”

“Oh, I’ve seen some of your videos at your gym! I know which one you’re talking about.”

“You do? You’ve seen my videos?” If he wasn’t surprised before, he was now.

“Yeah, you know I had to do a little research beforehand.” You nodded, beginning to clean up the dishes around you. “And I know you’ve already watched almost all of my videos, so it only seemed fair.”

Did you have to bring that up? Now Sukuna was embarrassed again.

“Y-yeah, I did.” Clearing his throat, Sukuna helped gather the dishes. He took up washing them, another task he could do to get his mind off you. As you took down the camera equipment, he nearly broke several dishes and utensils from scrubbing too hard.

“I’ll call you an Uber.” He said when all was said and done and you were back at the front of the building.

“You don’t have to, it’s okay.”

“No, I want to.” Quickly calling you a ride, Sukuna fiddled with his phone a little more. “Uh, could I- could I-” His voice kept leaving him, and he had to cough a few times. “Can I get your number? I really liked your camera shit and I want to improve mine.” Okay, it wasn’t a total lie. He did like your setup and wanted to make his just as good, but he really wanted your number to potentially talk to you more about things outside of Youtube.

“Sure! Go ahead and type it in.” You were quick to give him your phone, a cute pink phone case on the back of it. Typing it in, he can’t help but notice the little devil emoji you add by his name. He wants to ask, but your ride is already pulling up.

“Bye!” Setting all your camera gear inside the car, you turn and wave goodbye.

“See ya.” Just as you’re about to close the car door, Sukuna gets a burst of confidence. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“Okay!” And off you go. Sukuna watches the car drive off until he can’t see it anymore. He takes his time getting to his own place, eagerly awaiting your message with every step. But even when you do message him, all he can do is send a thumbs up back and nothing else.

It’s about two and a half days after that that you text him again, letting him know you’re done editing and that you’re going to post the video soon. It wasn’t a very long video to begin with, so the editing was simple enough. Sukuna replied with what appeared to be a lackluster ‘can’t wait’, but on the inside he was shaking. He’d already screenshot all the pictures the two of you took together and added them to a folder.

“Here we go.” As soon as the video went live, Sukuna watched it. He was mortified as soon as it started at the blush so evident on his cheeks, and how it stayed throughout the whole thing. He groaned at the part where he helped you cut up the meat, he almost wishes you’d cut it out. Every little detail that made him embarrassed was there, every little nuance of his actions you’d managed to capture and make it cute.

(Y/N): How do you like it??

You texted him after twenty minutes, eager to hear his thoughts.

(Sukuna): it’s good, good editing and stuff

(Y/N): yay! I’m going to read comments in a few hours, you should too! I bet people will be really shocked!

(Sukuna): yeah no doubt

Oh, he was definitely going to read the comments. Whereas you were going to wait for a fair few to come in before commenting, Sukuna frequently refreshed the page and read the new ones as they came in. You were right, a lot of people were surprised, but he also saw a lot of his fans as well.

‘Ew Sukuna really cooked for that bitch? They can’t do it themselves?’

‘Yeah, why do they have to rely on him? Useless as fuck lol’

‘Sukuna only did this to get laid, (Y/N) looks like an easy fuck’

All of those comments, and many more, made his blood boil. Usually, he wouldn’t care at all about the comments, letting them fester in his comment section and spiral out of control. But for you, it was different.

‘Fuck off and die you pieces of shit. Leave (Y/N) alone or say it to my fucking face’

Sukuna sent that message, along with a variety of other threats, to all the people that insulted you. He didn’t care that this wasn’t his channel and that you would deal with it in whatever way you wanted to. He needed to defend you against the unwanted audience he’d brought you.

Luckily, after seeing Sukunas messages, all of his fans backed off. They knew how serious he was about his threats and there were many rumors that he actually did go and beat people up who said things he didn’t like. No one wanted to be on the receiving end of his torment.

With Sukunas name attached to the video and his heavy presence in the comment section, the video easily went viral. It was easily the most viewed video on your channel, getting on the trending pages of several different platforms.

(Sukuna): hey

It’s nearly a week after the first video that Sukuna messages you, and the hype is still going strong, and your follower count grows greatly from it.

(Y/N): hi! What’s up?

(Sukuna): do you want to film a video for my channel now? We can play a game, I have a few

(Y/N): sure that sounds fun!

Oh how wrong you were. The game Sukuna chose was a scary game, a shooter game with scary zombies and a lot of possible jumpscares. He doesn’t tell you either, so on the night of filming - he insisted on it being nighttime to get the full scary effect - you were caught off guard.

“I don’t know about this.” You whined once you saw the title. The two of you were video calling alongside playing the game together, and Sukuna’s eyes flicked to your figure on the screen.

“It’ll be okay, I’ll carry you, don’t worry.” He had started filming as soon as he’d set up the game, and you were filming yourself as well for him.

“You promise it won’t be too scary?”

“If it’s too scary just close your eyes and I’ll protect you.” Smiling softly at you, he started up the game. The beginning was fine, just a quick introduction to the game, but as soon as things started to get moving, you were scared.

“Sukuna a zombie is eating me!” You screamed, frantically pushing buttons in an attempt to get it off.

“It’s okay!” He quickly got rid of it, and made sure to stay close to your character as the story progressed.

“(Y/N) stay by me, there’s about to be a whole lot of them.”

“Close your eyes there’s about to be a jump scare here.”

“Don’t worry about getting that item, I’ll grab it for you!”

Sukuna nearly forgot he was being filmed, saying sweet things to you to help encourage you and make sure you weren’t overwhelmed. There were many parts where you screamed in fright and Sukuna was there to coo at you and tell you it was okay. He made sure that your character never died, making sure to keep you close until the end of the game.

“Sukuna, that was so hard!” Squishing your cheeks in your hands, you looked at him through your phone.

“It was fun though, wasn’t it? I had fun with you.” Completely abandoning the game, he stared down at his phone with a soft smile on his face.

“Yeah, when there weren’t so many zombies.” You stuck your tongue out at him, and it made him laugh. Leaning his head into his hand, Sukuna grinned when you yawned.

“Aw, are you tired? Better go to sleep soon.” His voice dropped to a lower volume, like you were right next to him.

“I will.” You yawned again and it made Sukuna yawn as well.

“Get off the phone and go to bed, you’re making me tired too.”

“Fine.” Whining out the word, you waved sleepily. “Goodnight Sukuna, I’ll send you the video files in the morning, okay?”

“Night.” Waving back, Sukuna waited until you hung up to turn his stuff off as well.

In the morning, Sukuna was ready to edit. What usually took him a week to edit out of laziness, he took only a day to edit this video with you together. Rewatching the footage, he nearly gagged at seeing how soft his face got when he looked at you, and most of those parts were left in because he couldn’t stand to watch them and fix them.

(Sukuna): videos up

The next day, he messaged you. Once again Sukuna patrolled the comments, swiftly deleting any that said even a hint of a bad thing about you. There was less this time, what with Sukuna adding a warning at the beginning of the video threatening anyone that talked down at you.

This video, like the first, went viral. But for a much different reason. Since Sukuna was emotionally unable to deal with how sappy he was and edit those parts out, everyone got to see how soft he was for you. If the comments weren’t mean, they were screaming about how you and Sukuna must be dating now, because why else would he look at you and talk to you like that?

And much to Sukuna’s dismay, there were also fancam edits of you two together. Any clippable moment of him being sweet on you in the videos you’d made together along with the photos you’d posted on Instagram were edited together and posted on Twitter. You both were tagged in every single one, making sure Sukuna saw all the videos of you and him together. He saved all of them too, delighting in the way you looked with him with all those pretty filters.

By the end of the day, people were trying to put a ship name together for the two of you and he’s seen you repost a few fancams with cute messages of thanks as well. Seeing you receptive to the fans screaming about the two of you made him happy, even if he was still too nervous to text you about anything outside of Youtube.

As more comments came in, people on Twitter were begging him to do a vlog with you. You had quite a few on your channel, going to cafes or filming what your day or week was like. Sukuna had watched them all and was jealous of every single person that appeared alongside you.

(Y/N): hey I’m doing a live on Instagram if you want to join me! I know people really like us together lol it’ll be great for views

(Sukuna): sure

Did you want him to join now? He’d just gotten out of the shower and thrown on a pair of sweats, he wasn’t exactly decent. But he didn’t want to waste time getting ready only for you to end the live.

“Hi Sukuna!” You smiled and waved when he appeared on the screen.

“Hey.” He waved back, not caring about the angle he was holding the camera in. He saw hearts begin to fill up the screen and comments started to fly by, almost all in caps about the fact he was shirtless talking to you.

“Guys, don’t be weird! Who cares that Sukuna is shirtless?” You tried to stop them, but it was clear you were flustered as well. You weren’t looking at him, peeking at him through the screen a few times.

“God you’re all thirsty as fuck.” Sukuna finally looked at himself on the screen. He was shirtless and in bed, hair slightly damp and tousled on his pillow. Reading a few comments, he shot up. “Of course I’m wearing pants, you nasty fuck!” Storming out of bed, he stood in front of the only mirror in his house that wasn’t in the bathroom and turned the camera around. “See, look!”

“Oh.” Gasping softly, you were glad Sukuna didn’t notice you screenshot the live. Clad in only gray sweatpants, Sukuna’s freshly cleaned skin gleamed in the light of his bedroom and every single muscle and edge of his body was on display.

“There, told you I wasn’t fucking naked.” Rolling his eyes, he flopped back down on the bed. None of the comments had gotten any better, all of them talking about how hot he was and how you were so lucky to know him in real life.

“L-let's talk about something else.” You stammered, not showing your face on camera for a few minutes. Sukuna laughed at the comments teasing you for being embarrassed, agreeing with some of them under his breath.

“So, what the fuck are you all doing here?” Sukuna posed the question at the chat, but at you as well.

“Well before you came everyone was talking about you...and you know how everyone has been begging for us to vlog?” You started off slowly, peeking an eye at his face.

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to call you to ask how you felt about that?” How he felt? Why did you want to know?

“You couldn’t have texted me that?” That wasn’t necessarily what he wanted to say, but it made you chuckle, so it was okay.

“No! I wanted to ask so everyone could know!”

“I don’t mind it.” If you wanted to vlog with him, he would do it in a heartbeat.

“So…” Worrying your lip, you looked off camera for a few seconds before looking directly at Sukuna. “Would you like to be in a vlog with me, at a cafe? It’s outside the city, kind of far, but we can rent a car or-”

“Yes.” Sukuna interrupted, nodding his head quickly. “I’ll come. We don’t have to rent a car, I’ll drive.”

“Really?” The comments were just as shocked as you were. Sukuna never filmed anywhere but his home and the gym, this would be a monumental occasion.

“Did you want me to say no?”

“No!” You screamed immediately, nearly dropping your phone. “I just- I wasn’t expecting you to say yes!”

“Well I did.” Sukuna bit his lip, running a hand through his hair and flexing his arm. “So I guess it’s a date, huh?” His normal asshole confidence was back now that you were appearing through a screen and not right next to him. A surprised sound came from the back of your throat, and you nearly dropped the phone again.

“Y-yeah! A date!” It felt good to have you flustered for once and not Sukuna. Laughing heartily at you, Sukuna smirked at the comments.

“Was that all you wanted to ask me or was there something more?”

“No, that was it!”

“Alright.” Licking his lip and letting his tongue hang out of his mouth a little, Sukuna watched you bite your lip as well. “Well I’m gonna go, I got stuff to do, but I’ll text you later (Y/N).” Dropping his voice as he said goodbye, Sukuna left the livestream.

“Holy fuck.” As soon as his phone was off, Sukuna let out a breath he’d been holding in. His heart was pounding hard despite how confident he was in his actions. Flirting was nothing new to him, but with you it felt different and like he’d never done it before in his life.

He watched the rest of your livestream while he finished getting ready for bed, laughing at the comments still teasing you about getting flustered with him. The notifications for Twitter were going off as well, and he knew for sure that there were new fancams for him to check out later.

(Y/N): Sukuna!! You’re so embarrassing!

Texting him after your stream, your cheeks were still burning at the memory.

(Sukuna): hey, you said it would be good for views and it was

(Y/N): I know…

(Y/N): did you really mean it, about coming with me?

(Sukuna): of course. If I didn’t want to I would have said no

(Y/N): that’s good lol!

There was a lull in conversation, and Sukuna nearly fell asleep waiting for you to either text him again or for him to figure out what to say next.

(Y/N): so, a date huh? Are you going to bring me flowers?

Now he was awake. He didn’t expect you to bring that up again, and his eyes flew open. Sukuna’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, mind going blank on what to say.

(Y/N): lol just kidding! I know you only said that for the stream! I’ll text you later about the details, I’m about to knock out

(Y/N): goodnight :)

Well shit. Now he definitely wanted it to be a date.

#jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

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bitch-im-your-biggest-nightmare · 4 years

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It Doesn’t Matter What They say [Corpse Husband]

Hey! This is my first time doing something on Tumblr. If you’d like, go to my Wattpad because thats where this story comes from! Also, sorry if its not accurate. Im still knew to the Corpse_Husband fanbase and the people the people he is seen playing with (-Cr1tiKal and Pewdiepie] and im not familiar with personalities

Summary: No one knew of Corpse and Y/Ns relationship. Until Corpse thought it was a good time to reveal it and maybe to make the people who simp way too much over him calm down a bit. he thought it was a good idea, so did Y/N. But the fans were not happy..

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Corpse really loved Y/N. He loved her so much that he let her see his face- a week after they met. They met online through Twitter and became best friends, and they totally hit it off. Y/N made Corpse happy, and he trusted her with all his life. Y/N was small, cute, and innocent. She had a soft high pitched voice and was short. She was the exact opposite of Corpse, and that's what he loved about her. He loved when she wore his hoodies, they were always way bigger on her and the sleeves went over her hands. He loved how kind she was. Y/N was a sweetheart, and Corpse didn't know how he was able to score this hard.

Y/N really loved Corpse. He loves so damn much it might kill her. She was happy she got her phone fixed after it stopped charging, if she didn't this wouldn't have happened. They became best friends and hit it off, and she loved when she made Corpse smile. She knows his real name- but calls him Corpse because that's what he prefers. She knows his birthday, his favorite foods, his favorite songs, his personality, how to cheer him up, she knows everything. She loved Corpses deep voice and how it soothed her to sleep. She loved how tall he was compared to her. She loved sitting on his lap while he made his videos and did his streams. He loved wearing his warm hoodies and snuggling up to his chest after long days. Corpse was the best, and Y/N didn't how she was able to score this hard.

Corpse and Y/N thought it would be a good idea to reveal their relationship to the world.

So they did.

In his last stream, he was playing Among Us and decided to tell everyone about Y/N. His exact words were "Guys by the way, I think it's pretty important to tell you guys that I now have a girlfriend. Her names Y/N, and shes the sweetest little thing."

"I'm not little!" Y/Ns voice rung out from behind him. She was sitting on his bed watching him play. Everyone he was playing with freaked out at how soft and high pitched her voice was.

"Her voice is the exact opposite of Corpses, how is this possible?" Felix said with a laugh.

"How can a demon score with an angel?" Charlie commented.

"She sounds so cuuuute!" Poki said, already falling in love with Y/N even she never heard her voice.

"Awwe now I feel lonely." Sykkuno said, sending a sad face in the chat which made them all laugh.

"Nice to meet you all!" Y/N said, walking over to sit on Corpses lap. She was wearing a familiar black hoodie that was way too big on her. Hmm.. wonder whose it is.

"Wha- are you wearing my hoodie again? I was looking for it all over." Corpse had a smirk plastered on his face and looked Y/N over. She was wasn't wearing any pants- but she knew that smirk meant he was just teasing her, they don't make love very often. They just have late night cuddle sessions and kisses.

"I hid it from you so I can wear it." Y/N said a little sheepishly. She was a little awkward talking to Corpse like this infront of everybody. But by how his friends greeted her, she knew they liked her. She was sure the fans would like her as well.

"Wow. You know I was very cold without that hoodie. I had to wear this plain white t-shirt that made me even more cold." Corpse shook his head in a teasing way. Though Y/N was very soft and innocent, so she thought he was being serious for a second.

She frowned, "I'm sorry! I'll give it to you now-" She started to take it off but was stopped by Corpse.

"Ay ay ay ay- no no no, it's fine I was just joking Y/N." He chuckled, hugging her tightly.

"How is she so pure?" Toast muttered, sitting there in disbelief.

"Shes so innocent." Aoc chuckled, already liking this Y/N girl. She really wanted to play a game of Among Us with her, she seemed like such a nice girl to play with.

"Corpse you better treat her like a queen or I swear to god I will-" Charlie was cut off by Sean.

"SHe sound so perfect for Corpse, I'm for ya dude." Sean said, knowing what to come with that sentence.

"Oh how dare you cut me off. I was about to speaks of wisdom!" Charlie said.

"You were about to say profanity. We need to protect this bean we know as Y/N" Poki said.

Charlie sighed, "Fine. But you better expect a fucking DM Corpse!"

Y/N decided to play along with this, She looked curiously at Corpse and said "Babe? Whats fucking?"

There was audible gasps, and Corpse looked at her in complete and utter disbelief. His little innocent bean just said the no no word, it was forbidden in her vocab.

"CHARLIE!"

"OH MY GOD!"

"NOOOooOOOOOOO!"

"DON'T TAKE HER INNOCENCE!!"

"pretty sure Corpse already took it if you know what I mean."

"Ew what the f--feck?"

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It was a fun night for Y/N and Corpse. Y/N enjoyed her time talking to the others and studying Corpses strategies as an imposter. She was excited for when she was gonna be able to play with them, she really looked forward to it. After the stream, Corpse went to record a video reading some more fan written horror stories. Y/N went and laid on the couch, waiting patiently for her boyfriend to finish up his recording- which was going to be a while. She scrolled through her phone, watching a few of Corpses videos and looking at photos of them on her camera roll.

But she made a mistake by going on Twitter.

"Corpses gf is so fake lmao"

"Y/N does not deserve Corpse! Shes sounds like such a bitch"

"I hope @T/N and @Corpse_Husband break up. I hate their relationship already 😭"

"Y/N sounds like a hoe and isn't worthy of Corpses time."

"I bet Corpse is so tired of @T/N lmao. its obvious in his voice loooooooool"

"I hope Y/N dies so i can get a piece of deep daddy 🤩🥰"

"I already hate Y/N and I haven't even seen her in any other vids XD"

"Yoo they sound like they hate her lol. I bet they're just putting on an act to make her feel better about herself."

The DMs, messages, and comments on her posts were even worse..

"You don't deserve Corpse. Fuck off hoe."

"You aren't worry of Corpses time."

"You're such a user."

"Bitch"

"User"

"I bet Corpse really hates you."

"I hope you fucking because Corpse doesn't need an ugly hoe like you in his life"

And they just got worse and worse. Y/N was shocked, why are they hating on her so fast? Does Corpse really not like her..? Is she really not worthy of his time..? NO! She pushed them away, Corpse loves you, and that's truth.

But even so, Y/N couldn't stop reading the messages. They were all so mean.. Only a few people stood up for her. She felt her heart break, everyone hates her... Just despises her! She felt tears run down her face. She cuddled into the hoodie, pulling the oversized hoodie her H/C hair. She felt hurt and hated, like no one wanted her, not even Corpse- the person who loved her the most.

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After an hour, Corpse decided to take a little break from recording and check on Y/N. He missed her soft voice and her cuddles, so he was on a mission to get just that thing. He stood up from his gaming chair and gave a nice long stretch and ran a hand through his black hair. He walked to his door, slowly opening it and quietly walking through the hallway. He planned to scare Y/N, and sense it usually takes him hours to finish his recording she wouldn't suspect a thing.

But when he got closer to the living room, he felt worry and concern overwhelm him. He heard the soft sobs and cries of his beloved girlfriend. He rushed into the living room, sitting on the couch and picking her up to hold her in his arms. "Hey babe- are you ok? Whats wrong?"

Y/N didn't say anything, she just snuggled into Corpses chest and hugged him tightly as she sobbed.

"Babe, you can tell me anything, you know that? What's wrong? Did someone say something that hurt you on stream? Wait- is it what Sykkuno said? Baby I'm not gay he's just a friend and you know that, it's just a joke that we're-"

"I-i-its not that.." Y/N muttered out.

"Then whats wrong?" Corpse asked, his voice full of nothing but worry and concern.

Y/N grabbed her phone and turned it on. She went on Twitter on looked up the hashtag 'HateY/N' and told Corpse to scroll through.

She watched as he scrolled through the tweets, and his expression twisted into one Y/N has never really seen before, anger. Oh he was livid. How could they say those things at his beautiful, sweet, and happy girlfriend? He thought his fans would support him and Y/Ns relationship. Why didn't they care?

He read some of the battles, some people loved Y/N.

"Bro stfu. Y/N is perfect for Corpse."

"lmao what? Shes ugly asf"

"Seriously? If you really cared about Corpse you would support him. Now fuck off."

Corpse pulled his own phone out and hopped on Twitter, instantly typing a response to everyone who has been hating on Y/N.

He said "To everybody who has been hating on @T/N, my girlfriend. I love her with all my life and I do not like how some of you guys have been treating her. She has changed my goddamn life, and all this bullshit you guys have been spitting has made Y/N cry. So please.. just please stop."

After that, Corpse threw his phone onto the carpet and hugged Y/N tightly, kissing her temple softly. "It doesn't matter what they say, I will always love you Y/N."

#corpse husband #corpse x reader

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littleoddwriter · 4 years

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Patience | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader - Lemon

"male!reader and Roman sionis: long distance relationship + 'I need you, don't leave me please'Reader is on a call with Roman but roman has a business meeting to attend to, which makes reader very sad because he doesn't want to end the call yet and so he gets all whiny and asks roman to stay on the phone with him (you can also make it nsfw lol) and roman eventually relents and is like fine ill blow off this meeting and let someone else handle it (and this is where you could make it nsfw lol)" @iscariot-rising A/N: We fleshed this out together via chats, and uh, yee. It mutated into smut only, lmfao.

summary; You and Roman are having a LDR and you miss him, but he has a business meeting. Due to your impatience, you end up facetiming him in the middle of the meeting. Smut ensues.

notes; KINKS: Daddy!Kink; Degradation + Dirty Talk (reader is being called a ‘whore’ and a ‘slut’, so if that is not your jam, don’t read it); Dildos; Dom/Sub; Masturbation; Orgasm Delay. SUBMISSIVE Male!Reader; Phone Sex via FaceTime; LDR; PWP; Lemon; Smut.

"Baby, I really have to hang up, now. The meeting is about to start, 'kay?" Roman said, looking at the round table across the room, where more and more people found their seats.

"But Daddy, I need you. Please, don't leave me! Please, Daddy!" He heard you whine over the phone.

He rolled his eyes fondly and sighed.

"Listen, sweet boy, this shouldn't take too long. When I'm done here, we can go back to talking. How does that sound, hm?"

"Not enough. I need you, now. Please?"

Roman shook his head and looked at his watch. He had two minutes left to get to the table before the others would start conversing without him already.

"Y/N, no. And this is the last time I'm going to say it, baby. Either you accept it now and we continue talking after the meeting, or I will hang up right away and not call you until much later. 'Kay?"

He could hear the sharp intake of breath from you and then a defeated sigh.

"Fine."

You were pouting. Fuck, he wanted to fly over to you and just fucking ravish you. He hated the distance between the two of you, but you had to leave Gotham - and America for that matter - for a while, due to work. He tried to talk you out of it, told you that you didn't necessarily need to work anyway, but you refused. It almost escalated into a nasty fight, but he had caught himself before he could have ruined everything and possibly have lost you for good.

"Good boy," he purred. "Now, Daddy has to leave, 'kay? I'll talk to you later, my little prince."

He heard you chuckle sweetly. It made him smile.

"Okay, Daddy. Good luck!"

In the back of his throat he made an appreciative noise and then hung up on you, before he got lost talking to you entirely.

Then Roman put the phone into his inner breast pocket and walked over to the table, where almost everyone had arrived already. Pleasantries, fake smiles and handshakes were exchanged. It made him feel sick. All of them were so fucking fake, shallow, without true ambitions. That's why he liked you so much, just like Zsasz. You weren't fake.

Sometime into the meeting, his phone started vibrating against his chest.

Sighing quietly, he pulled it out to look who was calling, only to immediately tilt it towards himself, and press it against his chest, so that no one could see the screen.

For fuck's sake, y/n! He thought.

"Excuse me, gentlemen. I have an emergency to attend to. I'm not sure how long it'll take, so just keep on talking, 'kay?" He said, fake smile and all, and got up as he received affirmative nods and hums from around the table.

With intent, he hurried over to the bathroom in quick strides. Fortunately it was a private toilet, so he locked it behind himself and didn't have to fear someone coming in for a while.

Then he looked at his phone again, still vibrating in his hand.

You were trying to facetime him, and naturally, facetime showed the other person and what they were doing before you even accepted it. This was dangerous and if you weren't hundreds and thousands of miles away from him, he would come home to you and punish you thoroughly for such reckless behaviour.

Because as it was, you had a dildo shoved into you and weren't afraid of showing him your entire body from an enticing angle; even though you knew he was having this meeting. Fuck, he really needed to teach you some manners, when you came back.

Although he would much rather ignore you and teach you a lesson, he accepted your request.

A throaty moan that somewhat resembled the word 'Daddy' greeted him.

Quickly, he turned the volume down a little, as the moan sounded way too fucking loud and he was paranoid that perhaps someone outside could here it after all.

"Baby boy, what exactly do you think you're doing?" He asked, a dangerous edge to his voice.

"Mmmhhh, I told you I needed you, Daddy," you replied breathless, whining and humming sensually.

"Yeah, I can see that. Fuck! You couldn't wait till after the fucking meeting, could you, you little slut?" He rasped, trying to pierce you with a fierce glare over the small screen.

His words and gaze only seemed to make you moan louder.

"N-no, Daddy. I need you, now. Please, please, please!"

He leaned his head back, swallowed thickly and let out a breathy groan.

"Fuck, 'kay, fuck. Oh, baby. This is dangerous, you know? You're putting Daddy in danger here. Just because your greedy little hole misses me so much, hm? Isn't it so, my boy?" His voice was husky with arousal that started coursing through his body, his cock stirring in the confines of his suit pants.

"I know, Dad- ah, Daddy. I'm sorry-y," you moaned.

"You don't sound very sorry to me, baby," Roman rasped. "Couldn't even wait another hour to fill up that sloppy hole, huh? Couldn't wait for Daddy to instruct you and make you earn it. Couldn't - fuck - stop yourself from taking that big fat fake cock and shove it up your slutty little hole, hm?"

As he spoke, he gripped his own rapidly hardening cock through the fabric of his pants and underwear, relieving some of the pressure that started to build up.

He could see you shake your head frantically.

"No, no, no, couldn't wait. Needed to be f-filled so badly. Ah, Daddy! Please!"

Roman growled, which had you let out another loud moan, as the dildo looked to have hit your sweet spot simultaneously.

"It's not as good as the real thing, is it? Say it, you little whore. Fucking say it! It's not as good. Couldn't ever be, hm? Never had as good of a cock as mine."

"It's n-not, ah, as good as - fuck - the real th-thing, Daddy! Fuck! Please, Daddy, please. Ma-ah-y I c-come?"

By that point, he had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock, stroking it in a hard, fast pace, just how he liked it. The precome that was beading at the tip slicked his way a little, but not enough. He didn't mind.

"Not just yet, baby. You've been so bad, you can wait a few more minutes, can't you?"

"No, pl-please!"

He groaned. Fuck, he could never get enough of your desperate begging.

"Wait, baby. If you come without my permission, then that will be the last phone call until tomorrow at best. Y'hear me?"

He smeared more of his precome over his cock, thumbing his slit, and groaned hoarsely. Roman tried to keep quiet, but, fuck, it was difficult.

You couldn't answer him anymore, it seemed. Only moans and whines were audible to him, such as the slick, sloppy noises of the dildo thrusting in and out of your hole.

Roman was close, he could feel the telltale heat and pull of it in his abdomen and thighs.

"Fuck, shit, baby!" He rasped. "Come for me. Come for Daddy, you fuck- ah!"

He came. His come splattered onto the tiles on the floor. Some of it landed on his hand, as it slowed down to small pulses.

Faintly, he could hear you moan loudly, desperately, little uh, uh, uhs coming from you. When he looked at his phone, he saw you lying limp and twitching on your bed, the dildo still stuck between your legs and your chest rising and falling rapidly as you panted.

As the two of you had caught your breath, he looked at his come-stained hand and wrinkled his nose.

"Ew," he said, holding it away from himself.

"Thank you, Daddy," he heard you whisper hoarsely, your voice completely fucked.

"Mhm, you better," he muttered under his breath. "I have to go, now, baby boy. And even though you've been such a nasty little boy just now, I'll talk to you later, 'kay?"

You chuckled, "Okay, Daddy. I love you."

His stomach did a little flip at that, his heart clenched because of your words.

"Yeah, I know," he replied and hung up immediately.

Roman sighed and put his phone away. Then he went over to the sink, washed his hands and then tucked himself back into his underwear and pants, closing them. After that he cleaned up the remnants of the spontaneous facetime-sex off of the floor.

Looking at himself in the mirror, to see if he looked presentable, he sighed again. He really fucking missed you.

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buckybarnesbingo · 4 years

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BBB Discord Party Round Robin

What started out as simple summary, one prompt and one sentence per person, ended up being so intriguing that we went all-out and created a fic! Each person was given about half an hour to write up to 300 words, and the option to cross off one of their bingo squares, and this is the glorious result!

Prompts

dragon

window cleaning

potato salad

cat stalker

sharing a bed

beach

Participants

@rebelmeg

@fightingforcreativity

@ladydarkphoenix-blog

@psychiccatpanda

@dreaminglypeach

@ibelieveinturtles

LiquidLightz

@menatiera

Summary: To say that Bucky had been surprised when a FREAKING DRAGON showed up at the summer BBQ at his beach house would be an understatement. How should the ex assassin have anticipated a dragon, who seemed to have followed his cat to the BBQ? It didn't seem to be dangerous as of yet seeing as the two were happily sharing potato salad.

When Tony showed up late, he nudged Bucky, "Hey Buckaroo - I brought - WHOA! I didn't know you had a... cat."

Sure, it’s the cat that surprises you, Bucky thought, but Tony was still talking a mile a minute around the cookie in his mouth, “So, anyway, I brought that- fuck, is he your window cleaner, he’s gorgeous!”

"Window cleaning is just one of the many services I offer," the dragon said swinging it's head around to stare unblinking at Tony.

Bucky jolts back and stares at the dragon as he recognises the sound of that voice, then quickly pulls his phone out to text Steve... "where exactly are you right now?"

Steve doesn't answer his phone, obviously, but a telltale notification sound pings from somewhere inside the dragon's belly, audible through the slightly open mouth of the creature, and Bucky has to rub the base of his nose, muttering, "of fucking course you do this reveal to me after we've been sharing a bed for weeks."

And you can find the rest of the fic under the cut!

@rebelmeg

Tony, another cookie in his hand, held up a finger. “Um, excuse me, I hate to be nitpicky about weird details when Steve has apparently turned into a dragon, BUT…” he pointed at the dragon. “Did I hear a cell phone in there? How did you manage to SWALLOW A CELL PHONE?”

Steve turned his large, scaly head in Tony’s direction, and it was amazing, he actually managed to have an extremely Steve expression on that reptilian face. “Classified.”

Tony snorted and dipped a plastic spoon into the potato salad. “You’re a lying liar who lies. And you’re going to need some very intense tech support for that phone by the time it gets… out. And oh, ew, all of the options for how it gets out are just disgusting.”

Bucky, who had been standing there fighting the temptation to call Steve (he wanted to see what happened when the swallowed cell phone started vibrating and ringing), dragged himself back to the conversation. “Steve, I think you might wanna tell us exactly what’s going on.” He glanced at the cat that was now sitting next to Steve and very daintily licking its paws. “Maybe start with the cat?”

LiquidLightz

The dragon remained stubbornly quiet, a strange fiery blush spreading across its face.

Bucky waited him out for a full minute before he threateningly pulled out his phone and began to dial...

"Ok, OK!" Steve caved in as the first riffs of ‘Holding Out for a Hero’ echoed around inside of him and Bucky’s eyes widened, then narrowed dangerously as he mercifully ended the call while Tony coughed up cookie crumbs from all his cackling… great, thanks Nat! One more thing he would be having to explain later in excruciating detail.

Raising his huge snout skyward with a big defeated sigh, Steve let out a little spurt of fire before starting on some ridiculous explanation about how he had wanted to look good for the BBQ, so Nat suggested he go to a day spa she knows, but he had nobody to leave the cat with and so he took him along since they offered pet day care services...

He trailed off as the laughter of everyone around him burst out in a crescendo and he leveled his steely gaze back down on them, now irritated beyond embarrassment.

Bucky was the first one to compose himself, once Tony started making hot stone massage dragon jokes and he quickly recalled what was most pertinent here.

"Steve, can you please get to the part where you're a dragon and if this is something you've been keeping from me or a temporary mishap?" Bucky was not exactly sure what he'd prefer, since, well, dragons are pretty magnificent and he wouldn't mind having his own. His mind began to wander into the possible perks of a dragon boyfriend and whether Steve could fly now.

@psychiccatpanda

Dragons can scowl - that was a thing Bucky knew now.

Steve harrumphed and glared, trying to work through his embarrassment. “So I never actually made it to the day spa. I went to bed last night and the cat I adopted when you got Alpine - d”

“Inky?” Bucky asked.

“No, I called him Beetle,” Steve said with a puff of steam.

“Still say Beetle’s a dumb name for a cat,” Bucky mumbled.

Tony nodded in agreement and helped himself to another cookie. “I’m gonna start the grill, okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine Tony,” Bucky said and then tried to turn the conversation back to the dragon boyfriend issue. “So you slept with the cat and now you’re a dragon? Or were you a dragon before?”

“No. I’m not a dragon… well, I wasn’t,” Steve sighed. “So Beetle slept with me, sneezed… and turned into a guy named Loki. I freaked out, he got mad, and turned me into a dragon.”

From the grill, Tony said, “So where’s this guy now, Steeb?”

“I wish I knew,” Dragon Steve said miserably.

“Meow?” Alpine interjected himself and twined between the dragon’s toes and Bucky’s legs to situate himself at Tony’s feet. He looked up with wide blue eyes.

@menatiera

Steve turned his gaze to the cat. “I know, I know,” he said. “Food will be ready for you soon.”

Bucky’s eyebrow arched up. “If you tell me that you can talk to animals…”

The fiery blush somehow deepened on Steve’s dragon face. “Uh, not all animals. But cats… I think they speak a dialect of dragon, somehow, because I kinda understand them now.”

Instead of answering, Bucky decided it was a good time to stuff his mouth with two cookies at once, lest he let out a scream of excitement.

Alpine jumped on the table, and started to rub his face to Steve’s scales. He kept this up, right until Steve started to breathe heavily, and with one final tickling of his full body, Alpine threw himself off the table and ran under the cover of it.

Steve sneezed.

Several times.

With violent force.

The table turned out to be an inadequate hiding place, as it was blown away by the wind of the squeeze, along with most of the BBQ supplies, including the plates, utensils and napkins.

Tony was saved thanks to Bucky’s quick reflexes, who dragged him out of the way of a flying pitcher that was full of hot water to become Bruce’s tea later.

Steve was sniffling and scratching his snout. “Sorry,” he said nasally, then he stared at the ground. “Uh. I think the phone’s out.”

Bucky didn’t want to know. But he kind of did. “How did it get to your lung? Or is a dragon belly connected to sneezing somehow?”

Alpine slowly walked back into the scene, stepping into the dragon snot with delicate disdain, and poked the phone with his nose. He meowed a few times.

“He wants us to look at it,” Steve translated. “He says something about messages. Or notes? I’m not entirely sure. I’m not fluent in cat yet.”

@dreaminglypeach

My boyfriend the dragon isn’t fluent in cat yet, Bucky thought. How is this my life?

“Well, go on, then,” Tony encouraged, wafting his hand at the phone as Alpine curled into Steve’s side again, seeking warmth despite the fact that it’d been far too goddamn sunny all day.

“I would,” Steve said, raising one clawed… paw? Hand? Strangely enough, Bucky had no idea what the anatomy of a dragon is. “But there’s this whole no opposable thumbs issue at the moment.”

Tony looked at Bucky. Bucky looked back at Tony. Neither of them moved to pick up the phone.

“He’s your boyfriend.”

“And?”

Tony scoffed. “And that means you get to be the one playing with the phone he ate, duh.”

“I hate you,” Bucky said. “I hate both of you. And whoever this Loki jackass is, I really fucking hate him.”

Steve made a bizarre snarly noise, maybe a draconine laugh, maybe a growl, then nudged the phone in Bucky’s direction with his nose. “You know the passcode,” he said, baring a whole load of pointy teeth at him.

Dutifully, Bucky picked the disgusting thing up, wiped the slime coating it on his jeans (well, those were being burnt now), and tapped out his own date of birth to unlock it.

“Ha!” Tony said when it unlocked, peering at the screen over Bucky’s shoulder. “Stark Tech. Can’t beat it. I’d like to see an iPhone keep working after spending time inside a dragon.”

“Do we know a Valkyrie?” Bucky asked, ignoring Tony’s bragging to look at the long string of messages Steve apparently received over the last three hours. “Because she sure seems to know you, and boy is she unhappy.”

“Never heard of her,” Steve answered. “What’s she say?”

“Rogers,” Tony read, “be careful, Thor’s brother is

@ladydarkphoenix-blog

on the loose and looking to cause trouble. Not sure what exactly but he is looking for mischief. Well that can't be good."

"Obviously not seeing as I'm now a dragon," Steve snorted in annoyance, a small puff of smoke escaping his nose.

"So how do we fix this," Bucky inquired as he sent back a text explaining the situation as it was before setting the phone down to not have to deal with the slimy mess for a moment. As the three discussed options and people they thought might be able to help, Alpine let out an angry yowl as he seemingly started floating away from where he'd been napping.

Steve let out a low rumbling growl, "don't touch him Loki or I'll eat you myself…"

Loki appeared, holding a fighting Alpine by the scruff to protect himself from claws and teeth. "Now is that any way to speak to an honored guest?"

@fightingforcreativity

“An honored guest my ass,” mumbled Bucky, pointedly ignoring the snickering coming from Tony.

“My my, so rude the company you keep, Anthony.” Loki drawled, still holding Alpine and only slightly being turned towards the three heroes. “I was just hoping my gift was well received.”

Tony sputtered at that. The assassin turned towards the other brunet, a questioning eyebrow risen. Tony, though, ignored him and started to ramble at Loki, “Serious? I hate that name. Stop calling me that, Reindeer Games! Why are you here? And what’s going on with Steve as a dragon? I mean sure, dragons are pretty cool and he’s quite a beauty like this but c’mon, Lokes, usually your mischief is directed against Thor not Steve.”

Sure, Bucky could say something about Tony obviously eyeing his dragon boyfriend up- and what a mess that was- but he was more interested in what the heck really was going on. Maybe after they figured out Loki's motive, Bucky could think about why Steve preened under Tony’s compliments.

Also, Bucky wasn’t sure what was going on at all between Loki and Tony, but by the look of it Steve had an idea. How Bucky could interpret his boyfriend’s limited facial expressions at the moment, was another mystery to be shoved in the ‘to never investigate’ box.

Before Loki could answer, the dragon rounded on him. “I told you to let him go!”

Steve’s hiss was threatening and Bucky didn’t blame Loki for gently putting Alpine back done and backing up a bit after that. “Fine. The good captain was collateral damage in my attempt at wooing.”

Everyone froze at that.

‘Wooing? What the…?!’, Bucky thought disbelievingly.

The first person to recover was Steve though, and cautiously the formerly blond asked, “Wooing who?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Anthony of course!”

@ibelieveinturtles

There was stunned silence as everyone gaped at Loki, then Steve started huffing, little bursts of flame spouting from his nostrils.

"Are-are you laughing at me?" Loki demanded haughtily.

Steve shook his head. "The look on Tony’s face!" he chortled. "It's like he doesn't know whether to be flattered, insulted, or just plain horrified."

They all looked at Tony, who made an immediate attempt to control his face.

"Flattered," he said hastily, "definitely flattered but, er, I'm not sure how Pepper's gonna react."

Loki drew himself up. "It was her suggestion," he said.

"Pepper suggested you turn me into a dragon as a courting… gift?"

Loki nodded. "She assured me you have the ego to pull it off."

Steve began to huff again and this time, both Loki and Tony glared at him.

"What?" Steve asked.

"She's not wrong," Bucky interjected in an effort to save his boyfriend from all the attention. "Also, she may have mentioned to me last week that dragons are her favourite mythical animal," he finished.

"Indeed," Loki said, smirking. "She told me she always wanted to ride a dragon."

Bucky's laughter joined Steve's draconic huffing and Tony’s expression changed.

"Really?" he asked.

"Of course," Loki replied. "It is a most exhilarating activity."

Bucky stopped laughing as an idea slammed into his mind. He turned a speculative gaze in Steve's direction. Steve must have felt the weight of Bucky's gaze as the giant head turned to look at him.

"Something on your mind? Steve asked in a surprisingly quiet voice.

Bucky nodded. "That riding a dragon thing," he said.

Steve's eyes glittered. "You wanna try it out?"

"Yes."

They looked at Tony and Loki who were now standing much closer together and seemed to be deep in some sort of negotiations.

"Climb on," Steve said. "Before Loki remembers to change me back."

Bucky scrambled up Steve's outstretched leg and settled himself in front of Steve's wings.

"Ready?" Steve rumbled, and without waiting for an answer, launched himself into the air.

Bucky whooped as they climbed. This had undoubtedly been the best BBQ ever.

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Title: BBB Round Robin Fic Collaborators: Rebelmeg, Fightingforcreativity, Ladydarkphoenix, Psychiccatpanda, Dreaminglypeach, Ibelieveinturtles, Liquidlightz, Menatiera Squares filled:

Rebelmeg: Y2 - tech support

LiquidLightz (LLightz): B3 - spa day

Menatiera: U4 - hot water

Dreaminglypeach: B1 - sharing body heat

Ladydarkphoenix: U5 - "Don't touch him!"

Fightingforcreativity: B4 - Collateral Damage

Ibelieveinturtles: K2 - Whiplash

Ship: Stucky, hinted Stony or Stuckony, Pepperony, pre-FrostIron /FrostPepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: round robin fic, dragon Steve, animal transformation, Loki shenanigans, cats, multiple ships, hijinks and shenanigans Summary: To say that Bucky had been surprised when a FREAKING DRAGON showed up at the summer BBQ at his beach house would be an understatement. How should the ex assassin have anticipated a dragon, who seemed to have followed his cat to the BBQ? It didn't seem to be dangerous as of yet seeing as the two were happily sharing potato salad.

When Tony showed up late, he nudged Bucky, "Hey Buckaroo - I brought - WHOA! I didn't know you had a... cat."

"Window cleaning is just one of the many services I offer," the dragon said swinging it's head around to stare unblinking at Tony.

Bucky jolts back and stares at the dragon as he recognises the sound of that voice, then quickly pulls his phone out to text Steve... "where exactly are you right now?"

#buckybarnesbingo2020 #bbb2020 #bingo fills #round robin #party game #collab fic

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orbitariums · 5 years

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hopefully this makes sense but concept: peter dating bi!reader and coming out to him casually mentioning ex-gf and him being supportive and cute 🥺

i love this concept !! hope u don’t mind i typed it in all lower case lmao we had to match the bi aesthetic.

sweet | peter parker + reader

you and peter were currently in your room. it was a cool evening, the season on the brink of winter, and you were cuddling in your blanket to keep warm, the fairy lights in the dark room setting the vibe and making you each feel just right. on both of your laps was your laptop and you were watching spirited away. it was peter’s first time watching it and he was very intrigued by every single part, reacting audibly and going silent sometimes to watch the movie magic occurring on-screen.

you had your head buried in the crook of his neck and his chest and you were paying more attention to him than the movie at some points, because he looked so cute and engaged. besides, you had seen the movie a million times over and gone through the same thing with your ex-girlfriend, who introduced you to the film. even though you were perfectly happy with peter and you weren’t resentful of your relationship with your last girlfriend, you couldn’t help but think of it now, as you passed this on to peter, who your loved with your entire being. your bare legs were laying over his and he had his arms wrapped around your side, which was positioned towards him.

the lights were dim, the screen of your laptop providing the brightest light, you were warming each other up, and peter’s skin was incredibly soft and fragile.

he blurted out suddenly,

“i love this girl, what’s her name, chiro?”

you smiled softly at him and couldn’t help but giggle a little at his naivety and how loud he was suddenly speaking after such a long stretch of silence.

“it’s chihiro, silly.”

“oh,” he said, going silent for a moment and then giggling himself. “i really like her. she reminds me of you, yn. determined, loving, willing to put up a fight… and really cute.”

you blushed at his compliment towards the end - no matter how long you were dating peter, his compliments and general gentle and soft attitude towards you never got old.

“hmm, thanks. also, is ‘willing to put up a fight’ just code words for stubborn?” you glanced up at him so you could really look into his eyes, and he looked down at you after cocking his head to the side and putting some thought into it.

“yeah, pretty much.”

you snorted and nudged him, but as you looked back at the screen you found yourself saying words you didn’t even mean to say, they just spilled out of your mouth,

“yeah. my ex-girlfriend used to say she liked chihiro because of me, too.”

you barely even realized the words had come out of your mouth before you heard peter shift, and saw him look down at you with a small smile on his face. panicked, you pressed pause on the movie and looked up at him too. in hindsight, you weren’t sure why you’d panicked - peter was sweet and the wokest boy imaginable, for someone like him, and he was never judgmental of you.

you just hadn’t come out to him yet, you hadn’t come out to a lot of people and peter was included in that group. you had been planning to sit him down and tell him so he wouldn’t be left in the dark about your sexuality - you felt like as your boyfriend he deserved to know, but you just kept shrugging it off and you had never told him. but now, you just… had.

“oop,” a small noise left your mouth, and peter just grinned even more.

“you had a girlfriend before me? i didn’t know,” he sounded amused and curious,

and his smile was wide and he was turned more towards you now.

you smiled, relieved that he wasn’t upset, though you knew he’d be accepting. besides, you were bi, so that wasn’t really affecting your relationship right now,

“yeah, i guess i did. i meant to tell you, but i just didn’t get down to it.”

“oh, don’t apologize, yn,” he kissed your forehead and you found yourself nuzzling further into him in hopes to get another forehead kiss. “that’s alright, no big deal. i mean, unless it is a big deal to you, i don’t wanna downplay your sexuality, if it’s important to you then it’s important to me.”

“aww, peter, you’re so cute when you’re all flustered. don’t worry, it’s no biggie. i mean, it’s a big part of my identity, but you know, i’m bi so. i like you too. obviously,” you said.

“i just hope you know you are so loved. no matter what, i’m here for you through every part of it,” peter eventually did kiss your forehead again. “it’s kinda weird though, that you’d downgrade from dating a girl to dating me.”

you snorted and shoved his chest,

“shut up. you’re not a downgrade. i like you a lot. more than her.”

“good to know,” peter smirked, clearly proud of himself not just because he had you but because you liked him more.

“ew, don’t get gassed, bighead,” you snickered and pushed his head gently.

when you pushed him, you distanced yourselves accidentally, so he pulled you in again like a reflex, and the way his arms wrapped around you again made your cheeks heat up.

“you know, i should’ve known you were bisexual,” peter commented after a few moments of silence as you continued to watch the movie.

a smile grew on your face without you even really noticing, and hugging his side, you looked up at him, your eyes glinting as you asked,

“yeah? why?”

“because the first time i ever saw you, you know, when you first came to midtown and you were hanging out with mj because she’s your cousin?”

“oh yeah, that day,” you almost snickered, remembering how frazzled peter had seemed when he first saw you, and how apparent it was that he was blown away by you at first sight and was beginning to develop a big fat crush that would take him months to confess and act upon.

you didn’t know he liked you at first, you just thought he was having some weird allergic reaction when he first saw you, or was about to spontaneously combust, so ironically you kept your distance. his eyes had gone wide, cheeks hot and red and he was stammering and sounded like an idiot. but you wanted him to continue what he was saying.

“shut up,” peter rolled his eyes playfully. “anyway, the first time i saw you, you were leaning back in your chair with your legs on the table, reading sylvia plath and when i said hello to you, you looked up and just gave me a peace sign and went right back to reading.”

you were amused to say the least - those were all things media had iconicized as bisexual culture and you were barely conscious of doing those things. peter had clearly been doing his research.

“wow. you know your shit.”

peter shrugged,

“i’m a bit of an internet connoisseur.”

you giggled again and cuddled closer to him.

“you definitely are.”

watching the movie the rest of that night, it seemed like you hadn’t even come out to him. you were giddy with excitement and nerves from being around him, but nothing felt different, nothing had changed. you were just getting happier by the minute with him. all regular occurrences.

#peter parker headcanons #peter parker imagine #peter parker #marvel #spiderman #marvel imagine #marvel oneshot #peter parker x reader #fanfic #imagine #oneshot

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shhh-no-ones-home · 5 years

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water wars bucky barnes x reader

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i havent read this since i wrote it so if it sucks im sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

prompts:

10. If you use up all the hot water again i swear to god! You're on the couch for a month

2. How long have you been standing there

51. I'm your husband it's my job

tag list: @cynic-spirit

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I woke up in a slight daze before rolling over and realizing two things. 1) bucky was no longer in bed with me, which meant he's either left already or he's downstairs making breakfast still and 2) the time on the clock stated it was almost 9 am. I sat up abruptly with wide eyes and threw the blankets off of myself. It was already 9 am?! That meant i had t minus 5 minutes to shower and get dressed and get to work. I was supposed to be at the compound at 9:30 and as often as tony asked me to move in with the rest of the crew i just could find myself to do it. Which wasn't that big of a deal because buck liked the seclusion of having our own house as well as the freedom to have whatever pets we wanted, like the spunky golden retriever we adopted shortly after we started seeing each other and the laid back overly lazy pitbull we adopted less than a year ago. I struggled to find clothes to wear as lili kept nudging me for pats, i gave in though because i couldn't take the sad face she was giving me. I stared up at my hanging clothes while sitting on the floor with her and soon she was laid with her head on my knee and i was stuck with no outfit to wear.

I looked down at her for a second before hearing loud footsteps running up the stairs and immediately wanting to stand up for my faces sake. Suddenly our golden, reign, came in, followed by a laughing bucky, and began attacking me with kisses stirring up lili in the process. It in turn left me to my own devices huddled on the ground to avoid the excited puppy paws prancing around me. Bucky just stood and laughed at the situation before helping me up and kissing me lightly through his smile.

"Youre late."

I smacked his chest lightly and stepped to the side to get away from the ruckus.

"You are too."

He grabbed my waist and brought me to him and kissed me again.

"We could just call in today?"

I gave him a look.

"You know exactly why we cant do that. Besides if we play hookie another day im sure tony will have a fit."

I laughed at his stern expression before watching it turn to amusement.

"Eh, let him, i think i deserve a few off days with my girl."

"You know what you could do?"

I grabbed a random shirt off the hanger and a matching pair of pants.

"What?"

"You can call someone at the compound and tell them we are going to be a little late"

"And what excuse are we using this time?"

We smiled at each other as i backed my way to the bathroom door.

"Dogs were being hard to handle?"

I shrugged and walked back further before going to close the door.

"Im sure youll think of something."

***

I turned the water on the hottest setting i could and waited for it to warm up. As i waited i turned on some music and checked the temperature. I waited and waited but it never once got hot. I quickly shut it off and wrapped my robe around myself, opening the bathroom door, and stomping down the stairs. When i got down there buck was sitting at the breakfast bar feeding the dogs pieces of pancake. I stood in the doorway with my hands on my hips. None of them noticed me though until i cleared my throat. I pointed at bucky with a stern expression on my face.

"You could have told me before i went in the bathroom that i would be showering in the waters of the arctic. If you use up all the hot water again i swear to god! You're on the couch for a month!"

He looked at me sheepishly but quickly looked back at the whining wonder twins begging for more pancake. He got up, then, and walked to me with open arms.

"I did think i used that much, honest."

He tried to give me a hug but i kept him an arms length away.

"No no, its a dry shampoo day now because of you."

I gave him a smirk and turned to go back upstairs and get dressed, reign following closely behind me because he was no longer being fed.

***

The next day i woke up around 8. It was good to know i was up early enough to shower and be to work on time. I grabbed my clothes, assuming bucky was gone already, or downstairs letting the dogs out, and quickly went to the bathroom to shower. When i turned the water on again i did the same as yesterday, turning it to the hottest setting and waiting for it to warm up; but it never did. I stomped down the stairs again and was met with the dogs at the back door whining to be let in. i gladly opened the door and watched them run to the laundry room down the hall under the stairs. I was met with bucky leaning against the dryer, hair still wet, reading the back of the dog food back that he'd presumably just emptied into the big plastic container. I raised an eyebrow at him and stood with my hands on my hips again. When he looked up at me he noticed the stance and tried to offer me a small smile.

"Have any guesses on why im angry and still in my robe?"

He bent down to pet the dogs as they ate only looking up at me with quick glances.

"I.... dont.... Know...?"

"I was serious yesterday, ya know."

"Bout what?"

I dropped my shoulders in defeat.

"You get to sleep on the couch my friend. You gotta stop stealing all the hot water before i get up in the morning, now im gonna have to back to showering at night."

"Oh come on, you cant banish me to the couch tonight!"

"Watch me."

I turned to leave and heard him call after me as i walked back upstairs.

"Come on babe, its not like its entirely my fault!"

I saw him drop his arms to his sides, looking up the stairs at me as i walked back into our room.

***

I tossed and turned quite a few times, looking at the clock every time i did. And soon it was midnight and i still couldn't fall asleep. I sat up slowly and noticed only lili had made it upstairs to sleep in the corner of the room where she normally resided. I yawned and rubbed my eyes before rolling out of bed and making my way to the stairs. I wanted to find bucky but i didnt know what i would do when i reached him, its not like i was gonna wake him up. He normally had a hard time falling asleep as it was and i would just feel guilty waking him up over something so stupid. I hit the bottom of the stairs and decided to sit there for a second, cuddling up to reign who gladly found me shortly after i sat down on the last stair. I whispered to him for a short minute.

"I never really realized how lonely it gets in bed without him ya know."

He just stared at me and panted, almost smiling through the thick darkness. I smiled back and scratched behind his ears.

"Dont know what im gonna do with myself if hes already asleep reign. Guess ill just have to sit alone in bed till its time to get up. Then ill be groggy all day cause i didnt get to cuddle up to bucky bear."

I sighed heavily and watched reign make the short walk to the laundry room for a drink. I sighed heavily and pushed myself off the stair and tiptoed through the kitchen. When i found myself in the doorway of the living room i couldn't find it in myself to go further, i just watched for a second before closing my eyes and rubbing my hands over my face. When i opened my eyes again i could see bucky standing by the couch, stretching his arms. When he dropped them he brought his metal arm to scratch the back of his head. Suddenly reign ran beside me, panting, dripping water down the side of my leg as he did. I made an audible gasp, followed by a soft

"ew, reign, thats nasty."

I looked up and immediately slapped my hand over my mouth, bucky now looking at me through the darkness. I let out a nervous laugh before bucky reached over and turned on the lamp beside the couch. He gave me a soft smile.

"How long have you been standing there?"

I shrugged.

"Not long, couldnt sleep."

I crossed my arms tightly over my chest and looked at the ground.

"Guess i haven't spent enough time away from you. I still feel uncomfortable when your not in bed with me."

I looked up to see him smiling, and holding his arms out to me. I gladly obliged, walking over and giving him a big hug.

"You know i think thats why we work so well together. I mean i wouldn't have asked you to marry me if i didnt think so."

I looked up at him and smiled, fidgeting with my engagement ring behind his back as we held each other.

"And im so glad you did, you make me angry from time to time, like using all the hot water, but i dont know what i would do without you."

He let out a small laugh and let go of me, pulling me down onto the couch with him. We sat in silence for a couple minutes just examining each other. Pretty soon both the dogs were cuddled up beside us. I let out a long sigh and laughed a little to myself.

"What?"

I shook my head.

"How come your such a pain all the time?"

He smiled back at me.

"Im your husband, its my job."

I poked him a little.

"Not yet you arent."

we both just laughed a little.

"Soon, very very soon."

He kissed the top of my head and cuddled close to me. Not before long and he turned the light out, noticing the heaviness of my eyes. Soon we were both asleep against each other, cuddled up on the couch with the rest of our little family.

#wattpad #x reader #bucky barnes #white wolf #winter soldier #imagines #one shots #prompt #unedited #189

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dixielis · 5 years

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An Interesting Turn of Events [1/?]

Pairing: Jotaro Kujo x Noriaki Kakyoin Summary: There were three things Jotaro Joestar was completely certain about: One. 80’s rock was the be-all end-all of music. Two. The movie Jaws wrongly portrayed sharks as evil and blood-thirsty, and he did not stand for it at all. Three. Being an alpha while also part of the Joestar-lineage was an absolute curse. Warnings: Omegaverse with omega!Kakyoin and alpha!Jotaro Mature content might happen in later chapters Irregular updates (sorry) A/N: I’ve decided to put this fic on tumblr as well, enjoy!

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There were three things Jotaro Joestar was completely certain about:

One. 80’s rock was the be-all end-all of music.

Two. The movie Jaws wrongly portrayed sharks as evil and blood-thirsty, and he did not stand for it at all.

Three. Being an alpha while also part of the Joestar-lineage was an absolute curse.

Jotaro was well aware of the fact that he probably didn’t really have any right to complain. Not when his biggest problems stemmed from his 195-centimetre stature, and his otherwise strong physique. Or more precisely, his problems stemmed from the reactions of the people around him, which were mainly caused by said physique.

But whenever he would complain about it to any of his brothers he would always get the same three responses.

“Jotaro, there are people that are dying” Jonathan would remind him.

“Being hot is our god given gift, and our purpose is to fill the hearts of everyone around us with envy or desire!” Joseph would tell him.

“It’s not that bad, maybe you’re just getting too old to handle it” Josuke would scoff at him.

Jotaro could only glare at each of them in return.

Jonathan had settled down with his Omega, Erina, when they were just 16. He had therefore been able to avoid the majority of the harassment that came of being a Joestar alpha. His opinion was therefore irrelevant

Joseph instead absolutely loved the attention that came with being a Joestar-alpha. Although he would never date any of the people clinging to his arms, he had found many great uses of them. Like getting free homemade lunches every day, or having his homework done for him at times. And being one of the most well-known and talked about in all of their high school wasn’t something that he was complaining about either. Joseph’s opinion was thus irrelevant as well.

Josuke, on the other hand, had yet to even start high school. He had therefore yet to experience the hell that it could be. When he would finally start high school next year, Jotaro would only laugh at the grief it would without a doubt bring him. So for now, Josuke’s opinion was just as irrelevant as those of Jonathan and Joseph.

When in school Jotaro would always make sure to cherish his half an hour lunch break as well as he possibly could. It was the one time of the day where he could slip away from the constant stream of alphas, betas and omegas, that were for one reason or another trying to grab his attention. Weather it was practically every beta and omega within the walls of his high school, desperately throwing themselves at him, or aggressive alphas who didn’t like that he was hogging all the attention.

Hogging was however not a great word to explain how Jotaro felt about the whole situation, since it implied that he was doing it on purpose. He would be more than willing get rid of the overwhelming attention given to him by said betas and omegas. No amount of shouting or threatening had however worked to get them of his back. If anything it had only made it worse, since it was a way of displaying dominance. So he had no choice but to accept this as just another part of his everyday life. To accept to be followed around, grabbed and practically drooled over for five and a half hours a day, five days a week.

The lunch break was thus the time of day Jotaro looked forward to the most. He was able to become fully anonymous when his classmates would be moving about in their friend groups while chatting loudly. Jotaro would be able to sneak past everyone in the room, and quickly make his way towards the roof, which was the one sacred spot nobody would ever follow him. Partially because it was against school rules, and partially because of the locked door that guarded it.

Luckily there were a total of five students who were allowed the keys to all school doors- the prefects. Four of these students had already been scared off by Jotaro enough to not even considering entering the area, and the final one was Muhammad Avdol. Avdol was a part of Jotaro’s closest group of friends, and he luckily understood and sympathized with what Jotaro had to put up with on a daily basis. Which is how the roof had ended up being their go to lunch spot.

Jotaro quickly made his way up the staircase leading to the roof, now standing outside of said locked door. He knocked on it, three fast ones followed by four slow ones. Their secret code that only he, Avdol, and Polnareff knew of. Polnareff had originally wanted their secret knock to be an exact rendition of the first ten seconds of the French national anthem. This idea had however quickly been scrapped, since Polnareff would be furious whenever Jotaro would have just one of the knocks be off by one tenth of a second. So they had instead settled on the slightly easier three fast four slow system.

The door swung open, revealing Avdol grinning down at him, Polnareff standing just behind with a similar expression.

“What took you so long, Joestar? Avdol and I were beginning to think you had stood us up for somebody else” Polnareff said, moving aside as Jotaro walked past him. The three of them started making their way over to their usual corner, which was always out of the early autumn sun’s unforgivingly hot rays.

“Yeah, we thought you might have finally given up and taken one of those people clinging to you on a date” Avdol added, letting out a brisk laugh.

“Ew” Jotaro replied immediately, which made Polnareff laugh as well.

“Don’t be like that” the Frenchman continued. “I would gladly exchange places with you, I wouldn’t mind getting in on some of that omega action”

“Just yesterday you were complaining that you didn’t have an alpha”

“That’s the best part about being a beta, I get the best of both worlds. Or are you maybe disappointed that you didn’t get a chance to get a piece of this, Avdol?” Polnareff replied and flexed one of his arms, kissing the bulging bicep. Jotaro let out an amused snort at this.

“Are you implying that the offer is not on the table anymore?” Avdol asked, pretending to be offended. “How could you do this to me, Jean-Jierre Jealnareff? He finished in an overexaggerated French accent, while clutching at his heart dramatically.

Jotaro took a seat on the ground, leaning his back towards the wall behind him and fishing his lunchbox out of his bag. After a few moments of Polnareff swatting at Avdol with a magazine, the two of them finally settled down next to him.

“All this constant talk of courting is starting to stress me out” Avdol confessed. “We’re almost eighteen, and all of us are still single. Isn’t it time for us to start thinking about settling down with someone soon?”

“I am thinking about it, I just haven’t found anyone to do it with yet” Polnareff replied and folded his arms behind his head. “Besides, we are all still young and beautiful, I’m not in a rush”

“sixty percent of people have already found their mate by the time they turn eighteen” Avdol commented. Jotaro silently scoffed at this. It seemed like even Avdol had managed to catch the ‘mate fever’ that it always felt like was going around the school.

“So what if we’re in the remaining forty percent?” Polnareff replied, waving his fork at Avdol. “If all goes to hell we could just all get mated to each other”. At this both Jotaro and Avdol let out an audible chuckle.

“I honestly think I’d rather stay alone for the rest of my life” Jotaro said, his voice serious but with a slight smile playing on his lips.

“Ditto” Avdol agreed. “You’re on your own, Polnareff”. Polnareff pretended to be hurt by this, but a bright smile was also evident on his own face. Shortly afterwards their conversations shifted elsewhere, their earlier talk of mating soon to be forgotten.

***************

Jotaro’s sacred half hour ended up passing way too quickly, as it always did. The school bell rang, signalling that classes would begin in just a few minutes. The three boys quickly gathered their things and made their way down from the rooftop. Jotaro looked over his schedule. His next class would apparently be biology. It was one of his favourite subjects, and when he graduated in a couple of years he had plans of working towards becoming a marine biologist.

He said his goodbyes to Polnareff and Avdol, each of them going off in a different direction. A second bell went off, signalling the start of class. Jotaro raised his speed and ducked into the noisy classroom. He was as usual greeted by a choir of “Jojo” as he made his way towards the back of the classroom. He opted for ignoring them as he normally did.

He had just taken his usual seat by the window in the very back row when the teacher emerged. She immediately started explaining that todays lesson would introduce a new two-week long assignment. That would be made in groups of four.

Jotaro’s stomach immediately dropped. He hated groupwork for several reasons. First of all, most people in his class didn’t give two shits about their grades, while Jotaro always strived towards getting the highest grade he could in biology, as he would need it after he graduated. Second of all, he didn’t really know anyone in the class. He did spend most of his time trying to avoid everyone after all.

He noticed that several omega females in the front of the class had turned toward him, trying to make eye contact. Jotaro refused to meet their eyes, instead focusing on the teacher explaining the subject matter of the assignment at hand. As soon as she finished the girls hurried over to Jotaro’s seat.

“Hey Jojo, you want to be in my group?”

“Jojo, we have a spot saved for you!”

“He won’t be in your group he’s gonna be with me”

“Why would Jojo join your group when he could join our?”

“Jojo I’ll do anything you want, please choose me!”

“My dad is really rich, I can pay you to be in my group!”

“SHUT UP!” Jotaro yelled out, finally having had enough of their endless bickering. The girls however didn’t quiet down, but they did eventually form their own groups, leaving him alone. Guess they didn’t want to get stuck with people they didn’t want to work with, since they already knew that Jotaro would reject all their propositions. Jotaro let out an inaudible sigh and looked around the class. It looked like most people had already gathered into groups of four, only a few people remaining in their original seats.

“Could anyone that doesn’t already have a group please join up by the cabinets in the back?” their teacher announced loudly, trying to speak up over the loud buzz coming from the students.

Jotaro got up reluctantly and threw his bag over his shoulder, making his way over to the opposite side of the room. Three other students were already seated there, already seemingly deep in conversation. Jotaro sat down in the closest available seat, tuning in to the ongoing chatter coming from an obnoxious sounding alpha that was sitting in front of him.

“Me and my family actually have our own private island of the coast of Italy. Or was it maybe Spain? Possibly France? Anyhow, it has a whole private mansion that is both sound- and scent-proof, perfect for taking some time off during a heat”. The alpha said, his voice practically dripping with suggestion. He was sitting next to a red headed omega Jotaro hadn’t seen before, heavily leaning into him and clearly trying to tower over him.

Great, Jotaro thought to himself. Not only did he end up in the same group as someone who obviously gave zero fucks about the assignment, but he also had to be an absolute creep. Jotaro recognizes the alpha as one of the spoiled delinquents that are constantly side eyeing him for no apparent reason.

The omega he is practically drooling over looks very uncomfortable at the alpha’s suggestions, clearly trying to lean away from him. The alpha does however not seem to get the hint, and keeps on leaning even closer. Or perhaps he simply doesn’t give two shits about how uncomfortable the other is. He certainly seems like the type to completely disregard anyone’s feelings as long as he gets what he wants.

“I don’t think so, dude” The omega lets out in a clearly disinterested way. Jotaro notices that he shifts his arm so that his elbow is now pressing down on the alpha’s fingers, which are resting on his own desk. The alpha lets out a grunt and quickly retracts his hand. His face is however still adorned with a disgustingly mischievous smirk.

“I don’t even know your name, and you-“

“It’s Trent, sweetheart. I’m co-captain of the football team and I have a six inch-“

“Could we actually get on with the assignment? I would rather not be stuck here for the rest of the evening” The female beta luckily interrupted him, looking bored about the whole exchange. The alpha scoffs but lets up on the omega, whose shoulders instantly relax considerably.

The assignment consists of them producing two reports on two different species, one aquatic and one terrestrial. The beta, Jotaro believes that her name is Mia, quickly takes charge and decides that it would be most efficient if they pair up two and two.

“I can write about either group. Does anyone have any particular preference?” Mia asked and looked around at the rest of the group expectantly. Jotaro cleared his throat.

“I’d prefer to be on aquatic” He said. Better to be safe and immediately claim one of the spots for himself.

“I’m on the land-thingy then!” Trent says immediately afterwards, clearly not looking to be in the same group as Jotaro. Jotaro is immensely thankful for this, as there are few people in the world that he'd want to work with less than this asshole.

“Great, how about you?” Mia asked as she turned towards the omega. Jotaro noticed that Trent’s hand had returned to his desk, dangerously close to grabbing a hold of his wrist. It was clear that he was suggesting that the omega should join him.

“Well, my dad happens to be a marine biologist, so I am quite familiar with the subject” The red head answered quickly. Jotaro’s eyes immediately shoot over to look at him, and their eyes lock for a brief second.

Jotaro doesn’t think he has ever seen anyone with such bright eyes before. They almost look purple under the bright classroom lights.

They omega quickly averted his gaze back towards Mia. His cheeks had however turned slightly pink in colour. Jotaro now instead finds himself eyeing the boy’s… interesting hairstyle, which was made up of a long, wavy bang in his otherwise seemingly straight, short cut hair. Jotaro quickly decides that the hair strangely suits him. The pinkish red hue of it perfectly matching with the earrings hanging from the boy’s ears. Jotaro squints his eyes a little. Are those cherries? Is he actually walking around with depictions of cherries hanging from his ears?

Jotaro was suddenly pulled out of his own thoughts as Mia spoke up again, confirming their decided groupings.

“We can meet up in a few days to see how far we’ve all gotten” she stated as she threw her backpack over her shoulder. “Let’s go find a room to work in, Trent”. Trent muttered something under his breath but withdrew his hand from the omega’s desk. He gave Jotaro one final, long glare, before finally getting up and following her towards the door. Both Jotaro and the omega turn to watch him until he turns around the corner and disappears from their line of sight. Jotaro turned his eyes toward the red head instead. He could see him mutter something under his breath as absently played with the spine of his notebook.

Jotaro realizes that he still doesn’t know the others name. He opens his mouth to ask but is interrupted before he has the chance to say anything.

“We should probably get going as well?” it came out more as a question than a suggestion, but Jotaro only grunted in response before quickly standing up and heading towards the classroom door. He could hear quick footsteps behind him trying to catch up with his long strides. As he walks past one of the girl groups at the front of the class he could hear low mutterings and a few jealous remarks coming from them, as would be expected. Jotaro simply ignores them and steps out into the corridor. He turns to look at the omega behind him, confirming that he is indeed following him.

“There are usually some available rooms at the end of the hall. Let’s go there”. Before the other has a chance to respond Jotaro started making his way down the hall. A second set of footsteps quickly picks up behind him again.

They make their way down the hall in silence. Luckily one of the rooms is indeed empty. Not that it would have been a problem if it wasn’t, as Jotaro could easily have made and eventual dwellers leave with a single glare. Jotaro puts down all of his stuff on one of the desks as the front, taking out some of his textbooks. The omega sits down right across from him. He begins to tap idly at the desk.

“So” the omega said. Jotaro gives him a quick look over, before returning his attention towards the book he’s currently flipping through. Another few moments of awkward silence pass.

“Jojo, was it? I believe that girl called you that?” he spoke with a hint of uncertainty lining his voice.

“It’s Jotaro” Jotaro replied. “Jojo is just a stupid nickname they keep using for some reason”. At this the other boy let’s out a nervous laugh.

“I see”

He gives Jotaro a tentative smile and pulls his fingers through his hair. Jotaro notices that it looks exceptionally soft. He probably uses conditioner and some fancy hair products. Probably ones that smell sweet and fruity.

“I’m Noriaki Kakyoin by the way, but please call me Kakyoin. I just transferred here a few days ago so I don’t believe we’ve met”

Jotaro meets his eyes again, finally having a name to put with his face. Kakyoin smiled politely at him, his eyes crinkling a bit at the corners as he does so. Jotaro is once again transfixed at the colour of them. They look even more purple in this more natural lighting as opposed to the bright lights of the classroom. There is a sense of gentleness just beneath the surface of them, as opposed to the obvious lust and want that most omegas regard Jotaro with. It is a nice welcomed change that Jotaro does not mind one bit.

“I do believe I’ve heard your name in passing before” Kakyoin continued thoughtfully. “Some people were discussing the time you supposedly managed to smuggle two bottles of tequila into school by hiding them in your shirt?” It comes out more as a question and Kakyoin looks at him expectantly.

“Wasn’t me, was my brother Joseph” Jotaro replies, hiding his eyes behind the brim of his cap. Of course he has already heard of his brother’s stupid misdemeanours. And of course said misdemeanours are affiliated with Jotaro as well.

“He also called Jojo?”

“Both me and all of my three brothers are called that”

At this Kakyoin let’s out a laugh and Jotaro looks up at him again.

“I also heard a rumour that you were getting married, I’m guessing that’s one of your brothers as well?”

“Yeah, that’s Jonathan”

Kakyoin hums thoughtfully. Silence falls between them as Kakyoin leans down to take out his own books. He stacks them up in a neat pile, and Jotaro watches as he opens up a page in a notebook. The page is packed with a mixture of notes from classes as well as bunch of smaller doodles. Mostly of cats and cherries from what Jotaro can tell.

“So, Jotaro” Kakyoin started off and Jotaro is abruptly ripped away from his own thoughts. His eyes fly up from the notebook to meet Kakyoin’s, who is already looking at him, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

“You have any suggestions of what we could write about? Judging by your notebook I’m guessing that you might have at least a couple of ideas” Kakyoin lets out a slight chuckle and gestures toward one of Jotaro’s notebooks, that are messily scattered in front of him. Jotaro doesn’t even have to look down to know that he means the one whose cover is full of scribbles of various breeds of dolphins, starfish, and with the occasional salt water fish thrown in there. He can feel his face heating up. Kakyoin has a slight teasing grin on his lips. Jotaro retaliates by letting his eyes flash to red for just a moment, and watches as Kakyoin twitches backwards a bit.

“Point taken, I won’t try to make fun of your little fishy-friends” Kakyoin said jokingly as he throws his hands up in the air, while turning his head to the side in submission to expose a bit of his neck. A beautifully pale and elongated neck. That does not have any signs of a bonding mark on it. Jotaro quickly averts his eyes, trying to focus his brain on the topic at hand.

“Don’t make fun of starfish, they are cooler than you would think” Jotaro said with a slight furrow in his brows. He doesn’t miss the way Kakyoin hides his smile behind one of his hands.

“What kind of marine life does your dad work with? we could write about something like that if you’d like” Jotaro offers up. Kakyoin’s smile immediately drops.

“Oh” he replied, the playfulness of their precious conversation suddenly gone. Kakyoin goes to scratch at the back of his neck, seemingly thinking his next words over.

“You see, my dad’s not actually a marine biologist. I might have just made that up so I didn’t end up in the same group as that ‘I-have-a-house-in-Spain-where-nobody-can-hear-you-scream’ guy. He came off as insanely creepy and even though you’re really tall and intimidating and all that I took a gamble that you couldn’t possibly be worse than him”. Kakyoin’s voice trails off, his hands moving restlessly over the desk.

Jotaro ponders over his words for a moment. Having people clinging to you against your will was something he was more than familiar with. But in his own case he knew that he wouldn’t have any trouble stopping anyone who went too far. In Kakyoin’s case this might be different. Manipulative alphas had their own ways of making an omega submit to them, by using the omega’s own biology against them. Forced bonding by simply bite-marking an omega’s neck was still something that happened all too often throughout the world. And although the alpha’s bite would not be permanent unless the omega wished for it to be, the omega would still develop feelings of compassion toward the Alpha until the marks had completely faded.

“I can’t really blame you about that” Jotaro said and gives a slight shrug. The tightness in Kakyoin’s shoulder visibly loosen at his response.

“I’m guessing from the reactions of some of the people in our class that you might experience similar things a lot as well?”

Jotaro nodded.

“I’ve got cursed genes. It’s something that both me and all my brothers have to deal with” Kakyoin let’s out a bright laugh and Jotaro gives him a small smile in return.

“What, is it a gene that causes you to be all tall, dark and handsome or what not?” Kakyoin seems to regret the words as soon as he has said them out loud, and he tilts his head downwards so that the wavy piece of hair covers his face.

“Pretty much” Jotaro replied, smirking slightly before quickly changing the subject. “So I’m thinking starfish”

Kakyoin’s head re-emerged from behind his hair, a confused look evident on his face.

“Starfish?”

“For the project”

“Oh! Right” Kakyoin exclaimed. “Why starfish though?”

“They have a lot of really neat features that most people don’t really know about. Like how their arms all actually have hundreds of little feet that they move around with. Or that they can even regenerate their own arms, but it can take everything from a few months up to years to do so”. Jotaro finds himself to be practically rambling, which is something that only tends to happen when he gets the chance to talk to someone about marine life. Kakyoin is still looking right at him, like he is expecting him to continue. Jotaro cleared his throat.

“And, that’s about it. I guess” his voice close to being a mumble.

“Well, it sounds like you’ve got it all figured out then” Kakyoin said and let out a huff of laughter. “How about we get started then?”. Jotaro just grunts in response.

They both start skimming through their textbooks, writing down the page numbers of anything that could be of interest in Kakyoin’s overly-doodled notebook. Kakyoin draws a little symbol next to each number, and Jotaro thinks that it is so cute that he has to turn away and gather his thoughts for a moment.

They keep working until they are suddenly interrupted by the bell going off, signalling the end of class. The sudden noise making both of them jump.

“We could meet up some time tomorrow to continue, if you have time?” Kakyoin suggested, standing up and packing all his belongings into his bag.

“Maybe during lunch, if you want to” Jotaro answered.

“Sure thing!” Kakyoin said as he adjusted his bag strap over his shoulder “I got to run now, my next class is on the complete other side of campus”. He raised his hand at Jotaro, giving him another one of those eye crinkling smiles.

“Mm, see you later” Jotaro responded, and Kakyoin was out the door. Jotaro lets out a breath that he didn’t even realize that he was holding in. He gathered all his stuff into his own bag.

Just as he stands up, he realizes that he for the first time in his life had made plans with someone other than Avdol and Polnareff for lunch.

And in all honesty, he didn’t mind the idea of spending it alone with Kakyoin one bit.

Well, this day had certainly turned out to be interesting.

#Jotaro x Kakyoin #jotakak #JJBA #fanfiction #omegaverse #i'm gonna upload the other ones soon!#my fics #AITOE

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The Misadventures of Prince Kim - chapter 60

Turns out “I thought a skateboarding snake was cool, but a skateboarding robot is even cooler” is an actual sentence you can actually write

Anyway Kimax ahoy!

Also on AO3 as always where you can read the rest of the like 225k+ words (wow I really need to get a life)

The final year of school started off much better than either the first or the second had. Kim did not need to worry about suitors turning down courting gifts, or making enemies with people who should be allies, or catching the flu and being put into quarantine for several tedious months. No – this time round, things were actually looking up.

After letting Alya and the rest of his friends know the results of the International Alliance vote, she had told him that she would still keep a lookout for him just in case, but that he was certainly under much less pressure of assassination now, and the main threat was gone. That alone would have been enough to lift Kim’s spirits to levels they had not been at for a year at least, but as it was, something else was around to cheer him up even more.

Markov, Max’s little robot friend, was a hit with students and teachers alike. He followed Max around everywhere and commented on everything with that cute voice of his, asking questions all the time, his curiosity never satisfied, constantly learning more with each passing day. While he kept quiet in class, the rest of the time he absorbed knowledge like a sponge, making friends with everyone he could as he did so.

“You can’t do my homework for me, Markov!” Max laughed, sitting in the library with his robotic friend, while plenty of awed nobles watched from their seats.

“But I would like to help you!” Markov said, his dot eyes increasing in size to make him look even more adorable than usual. “You are having trouble, so–”

“Nnnnnope, no I’m not, I’m fine!” Max looked down at his work, his face warm. “Not having trouble, definitely not.”

Markov settled down onto the table beside him and decreased his volume until it was barely audible. “Max? All signs indicate that you are indeed unable to complete your homework without assistance.”

“Fine,” he replied, equally as quiet. “But I don’t want anyone else knowing that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ve always been good at homework, and everyone has a certain impression of me. I don’t want to lose my reputation.”

“So is that why you were saying that you are not struggling with the homework, despite that fact being false?”

“Yes.” Max grimaced. “It’s called lying.”

Markov paused for a few seconds. “I see. I have just searched through my database and found that word, along with its definition. I understand now. You were lying, because you wanted the others to believe a fact that is untrue. Because otherwise it would make you unhappy.”

“Yes…”

Telling Markov things like this did not feel good. But hey, he had to know.

“Happiness appears to be a complex human emotion,” Markov mused, his volume slightly louder now. “I am still not sure I can fully comprehend it, as it seems in some ways, arbitrary.”

“I don’t understand it myself, Markov, and I am a human. It’s alright.”

“Perhaps in time, with more knowledge, I will be able to experience this emotion for myself.”

I doubt it, Max thought to himself. Creating a human-like robot was one thing. Creating a robot that could actually experience emotions, on the other hand, was way beyond the limits of possibility.

“So,” Markov said, “would you like assistance with your homework?”

Max sighed, knowing it would take him forever without help. “Yes please. But don’t tell anyone.”

By the time sports day arrived, the weather girls were both in a bad mood due to some ridiculous dispute over their commoner approval rates, despite the fact that such a thing for nobles was considered highly inaccurate due to most commoners not being very familiar with the nobility. Unfortunately this resulted in a sudden torrential downpour – after the activities had already started.

“Can’t you cancel this?!” Chloé was screeching at Duke Damocles from under a rather flimsy parasol with Lila and Sabrina. “I wanted to do the egg and spoon race so I can beat Alya this time, but I’m not letting the rain ruin my hair!”

“Sorry, but the activities have already commenced and the serious races have already been completed so it wouldn’t be worth it…”

“That is totally ridiculous! You reschedule this sports day right now or I’ll send a letter to my father!”

“We don’t have the funds!” Damocles cried, wringing his hands through his sopping wet beard in shame. “There simply isn’t enough money to schedule another sports day, Your Imperial Highness!”

Chloé stopped yelling abruptly, silent for several seconds. “Not enough money? You mean… has the school’s budget been decreased?”

“Yes, it has… though of c-course I don’t blame your father, His Imperial Majesty the emperor, definitely not, I’m sure he must need the m-money for something important…”

“My father is siphoning money from the school?” She turned to Sabrina and Lila. “Ugh, was the money he taxes out of the poor commoners not enough? Whatever does he need all that money for? Forget sports day, Alya can have the trophy this year I suppose…”

She clicked her fingers, and the trio took the parasol and headed back inside. Damocles breathed a sigh of relief.

Just a little distance away, Kim stood with his arms over Max, forming a protective barrier from the rain. “Max, seriously, you should go stand under the shelter with the snake and Markov…”

“But then I won’t get to cheer for you!” Max said. “It’s just a bit of rain, it won’t hurt.”

“Won’t you get ill?”

“That’s just a misconception, I’ll be fine. And anyway, what about you? You’re getting soaked!”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…”

They were interrupted by the arrival of Alix, who stormed up to them, grabbed Kim by the arm, and began dragging him away. “You. Three-legged race. Now.”

“Oh, uh, are we teaming up then?”

“Yes. You chickened out of it two years ago, but I’m not having that this time.” She took the rope that a nearby noble handed to her and bent down to tie their feet together. “This time we are a team, whether you like it or not.”

Kim was about to protest that he certainly had not chickened out of it last time, before he suddenly remembered that the actual reason he hadn’t wanted to team up was arguably worse, so he kept quiet.

They lined up at the starting line, hardly anyone else taking part due to the crazy weather. Only Marinette and Alya stood in the row beside them, completely drenched but still grinning cheerfully. Max stood on the sidelines watching, along with the remaining teachers who hadn’t fled the storm yet. The track itself was muddy and half-flooded.

This was going to be… difficult.

The whistle to begin the race was barely audible over the downpour. Kim set off immediately, only for Alix to start complaining within less than a second.

“Hey, I’m short, don’t take such long strides! Go slower!”

“I’m not going that fast, it’s too slippery anyway!”

“Yeah but slow down a bit more, I can’t–”

“Mari and Alya are winning, we have to beat them!”

He was tempted to just pick her up and sprint to the end, but that would probably get them disqualified, not to mention that it would be a bit difficult when their feet were tied together. Going frustratingly slowly, he kept at it, until…

“Stop, my foot’s stuck!” he said. His shoe was trapped in the mud, and as much as he tried to pull it out, it wouldn’t budge.

“Oh, just take your shoe off and come on! We were almost catching up with them as well!”

“Ew, I’m not taking my shoe off, my socks will get all muddy–”

“Oh come on!”

He yanked his foot out of the shoe and, wincing, continued. “Fine… this is all your fault for making us go slow…”

“Are you blaming me for being short?”

“Oh shut up! Enough arguing, let’s just win this thing!”

He looked up to see that Marinette and Alya were almost at the finish line – already! No way, he couldn’t let them beat him! Well, not Marinette anyway. Right from childhood Marinette had been his opponent at everything, whether that was tennis or running or who could hold their breath the longest. Seeing her literally about to beat him at a race forced his rivalry instinct to kick in – with rather unfortunate side-effects.

Putting aside all concern for his teammate, he charged forward at top speed. He ignored the fact that poor Alix had slipped over and was now unhappily being dragged behind him through the swamp-like terrain, cursing him with as many different swear words as she could think of. He had to beat Marinette! He just had to!

By the time he reached the finish line it was too close to call. Who had crossed first? He turned towards a very unimpressed looking Lady Mendeleiev for the answer.

“Princesses Marinette and Alya are the winners,” she said. “And Prince Kim is disqualified for almost murdering his teammate.”

Marinette and Alya whooped, high fiving each other and running over to receive their trophy. Kim turned around and looked down to see…

Uh-oh. Now it hit him. Alix was sitting there in the churned-up remains of the waterlogged track, her hair and clothes covered in mud, both her shoes lost somewhere far behind. He did not doubt that had she not been coughing all the mucky water out of her lungs right now, she would have been yelling at him so much that it would make the sports day two years ago seem tame in comparison.

“Uh… I’m sorry…” He wasn’t sure how apologizing now would help. “I wasn’t thinking and I wanted to win and I…”

He stopped when he realized she had started laughing.

Okay, well… this was… good?

She untied the rope, but made no move to get up. “We’re such a disaster, aren’t we?”

“Well I am anyway,” Kim muttered.

“Yeah, well this one isn’t entirely your fault, ‘cause I’m the one who wanted to team up…” She tried to stand up now, but immediately slipped over again. “Ew, this stupid mud just went down my throat–” Trying again, she fell once more. “Oh – for god’s sake! Kim help me up, this stupid – I THINK A FROG JUST WENT DOWN MY FRONT, I HATE THIS – I’M NEVER GOING NEAR MUD AGAIN–”

He just stood there and watched her for far longer than he should have, resisting the urge to laugh. The sports day two years ago had been so different, and not just because of the weather. He hadn’t realized at the time that Alix’s intimidating personality was one that she dropped around friends, or that someone as cool and in-charge as she seemed to be could embarrass herself by slipping around and falling into the mud, or that she wasn’t some terrifying and bloodthirsty and strangely hot prince-killer.

She was actually just so… dorky.

He finally lent a hand to help her to her feet.

“Thanks,” she said. “About time, jeez.”

“Sorry, it’s just…” He looked at her grumpy mud-stained face, trying to figure out how to put it. “Honestly… what did I ever see in you?”

“Uh, excuse me?”

“Last sports day I thought you were way too cool for me. I liked you before I even knew you, and then it turned out you’re actually just an idiot, like me.”

“Thanks for the compliment, also I don’t care. Anyway, you wanna get out of this rain or not? Let’s go!”

Very carefully, she began walking off towards the paved paths where the mud problem was not so severe, almost slipping over a few times along the way. Kim watched his stupid dorky friend for a few seconds, wishing he could go back in time and tell his past self about this wacky race just to see the reaction. It was insane to think just how much everything had changed over the course of two short years…

The autumn ball was to take place just a few days later. Unfortunately, Max had caught a rather nasty cold and ended up spending the day in bed with Markov tending to him – while vehemently denying that his cold was caused by his brief stint in the rain. After all, neither Kim nor Alix were ill, and they had been the ones actually doing the race.

There was a knock on his door in the evening, and Markov answered to see that it was Kim there, not wearing the usual formal clothes that would be required for one attending the autumn ball.

“Hey Max, hey Markov,” he said, entering the room and shutting the door behind him. “You know when you’re ill you can get the servants to look after you, right?”

“I wanted to do it myself!” Markov said. “Human infections can easily be transmitted through close contact. The servants would have a high probability of becoming infected themselves, which would reduce their functioning like what has happened to Max. As I am unable to ‘catch a cold’ the best course of action is for me to look after Max instead until he is able to delete the virus from his system and function at full capacity.”

Max cleared his blocked-up throat. “Kim, aren’t you going to the autumn ball?”

Kim came and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Nah. What’s the point of going without you?”

“Kim, really…”

“Shhh.” He put the back of his hand against Max’s forehead. “Your temperature, it’s… uh… I don’t know. I can’t tell. Markov, does he have a high temperature?”

“Yes,” Markov said, whizzing over to them. “I checked 4.5 minutes ago. Max’s temperature is 39.2°C, which is above the normal human temperature. He appears to be overheating. Though he has also warned me to not take minor fluctuations in temperature too seriously, as being in your vicinity causes him to overheat too, though he has not been able to give a sufficient reason why.”

Max looked away, knowing he must be “overheating” right at that second. While Markov was starting to get the hang of how humans reacted in normal situations, being in love was something the poor robot could simply not comprehend. To him, it must have seemed like Max totally malfunctioned whenever Kim was around, with nothing to explain it.

“Kim, you appear to be overheating too,” Markov was saying now. “The blood flow to your cheeks has increased substantially. Why is that happening? Is the room at an uncomfortably warm temperature for you?”

Kim rubbed a hand on the back of his neck rather nervously. “Um… I’m just… I’m…”

“He’s blushing,” Max said, before coughing again – his throat was just killing him. Next time he was not taking good health for granted.

“Blushing,” Markov repeated, followed by a pause as he inevitably accessed his internal database. “An involuntary reaction, usually caused by emotions such as embarrassment, anger, or love. I see.”

Max sank further into the bed, pulling the blanket right up to his face. Hearing Markov talk about things like blushing just felt so surreal right now, and he was not sure whether that was anything to do with his fever or not. Being ill did tend to fog his brain up. And so did being near Kim, though in a different way…

“Kim, though I know my advice will likely be futile, I suggest you leave the room,” Markov said. “The longer you stay in close proximity to Max, the likelier it is that you will become infected too.”

“I know that,” Kim said. “It’s okay. I don’t really care.”

“Really? But your physical state is important to you, you have told me that before. Being at reduced functioning will make you unhappy.”

“I don’t mind. I just wanna be with Max tonight. This time last year when I had the flu, he was there for me, so…”

“But Max told me he was vaccinated against that particular flu strain, meaning that he was unable to become infected, so there was no risk to being near you. But you are very likely to become ill if you stay here right now.”

“That’s fine, it’s just a cold. I wanted to spend the evening of the autumn ball with Max, so I will.”

Kim’s voice was just so soft and warm. Max descended further into the blankets, knowing that this sudden feeling of being all flushed was nothing to do with his cold. He had really wanted to spend this evening with Kim too. He just hadn’t expected to be stuck in bed with a blocked nose all day.

“Humans can be very illogical due to their emotions,” Markov said, a hint of amusement in his robotic voice. “There is so much for me to learn about. But humans seem to be better at predicting each other’s emotions than I am. Alix warned me that if Kim comes to visit Max, he will be unlikely to leave for quite some time.”

Kim chuckled. “Yeah, she knows us way too well…”

“Anyway, I’m going to go and see her right now. She also told me that she is not attending the autumn ball, and that if I join her then she will teach me how to skateboard! I would very much like to learn. And if Kim is here to take care of Max, then I am free to leave.”

Max cleared his throat again. “Markov, are you sure you want to leave? You’ve never been anywhere without me, I mean, I trust you, but…”

“I’ll be fine, Max! Alix will take care of me. You should be more worried about yourself! Though perhaps you are not worried at all, because Kim is with you, and your thought processes seem to be oddly impaired whenever that is the case…”

Max pulled the covers all the way up to his eyes. “Okay fine, bye Markov!”

“Bye! See you later, when I’m a skater!”

He chuckled at his little rhyme, then flew out of the room. Max still stayed mostly hidden beneath the blankets. What with Markov constantly around, it had been quite a while since he’d had more than a moment alone with Kim. He knew how much Kim cared about his own health, always staying far away from anyone who had a cold and making sure he ate plenty of healthy food to build a strong immune system, and yet he was willing to put all that aside for Max…

“Markov is so awesome,” Kim said, sincere admiration in his voice. “You did such an amazing job, seriously. I keep forgetting he’s a robot, ‘cause he acts so much like an actual person.”

Oh, that was just so sweet! And oddly true – even Max sometimes forgot that Markov was a machine, rather than an actual thinking being. But then again, what was the difference? Was there one? Could a machine “think”? Or was Max too fever-ridden and out-of-it for his brain to be making any sense right now?

“And now he’s gonna learn to skateboard,” Kim continued. “I thought a skateboarding snake was cool, but a skateboarding robot is even cooler.” He ran a hand over Max’s hair. “And you’re the coolest of all. Not literally, ‘cause you have a temperature, but you know what I mean. You are so worth missing the autumn ball for.”

“You’ve never even been to the autumn ball,” Max mumbled from under the blankets.

“Huh, true. I guess I’ll never get to now, since this is our last one. But you know what? I don’t care. Hanging out with a friend or a sweetheart is always gonna be better.” Kim lifted up the corner of the blankets and crawled under, laying beside Max and pulling in him for a cuddle. “Okay wow, you are absolutely boiling. Do you need some of that… para-whatsit?”

“Paracetamol,” Max breathed, wondering if Kim could feel his ridiculously fast heartbeat. “I already had one about 10 minutes ago, I’ll be fine…”

“Oh good. Tell me if you’re getting too warm and I’ll go get some water or something, okay?”

Of course Max was too warm, he was too wonderfully, dizzyingly warm, but the last thing he wanted was for Kim to let go. Poor Kim, who was no doubt going to get ill as a reward for his efforts…

“You’ll catch the cold for definite,” Max said.

“Whatever. A cold’s no big deal. My immune system is the toughest ever, it’s totally gonna fight off all those germs, no problem.”

“Well then, since you don’t mind…” Max allowed himself to be a little self-indulgent. “…please don’t let go?”

Kim, in response, pulled him a little closer. “Aw, Max… I love you, you know?”

Max was not sure whether he was actually seeing heart symbols in Kim’s eyes, or whether that was the fever messing with him. Whatever it was, the expression on Kim’s face was cute. So very cute…

Half in a dream, he pulled away slightly just as Kim was about to kiss him, giggling. “I can’t breathe through my nose, it’s all blocked up.”

“Oh, well I guess you’ll have to wait till you can breathe before you get a kiss, then!”

“Or… you know…” Max was sure he was overheating again. As ill and tired as he was, he did not want to end the night at just a hug, though perhaps the fever was making him oddly reckless. “You can still kiss me, just… on the… um… I mean… I suppose I could just wear a scarf later, to hide the… um, if it shows…”

Kim was silent for a few seconds, blushing profusely. He traced a finger over Max’s neck, v-e-r-y lightly, following it with his eyes, seemingly lost in thought. Then he frowned and said, “Fine, but if Alix mentions anything about vacuum cleaners to you, kill her immediately. Don’t even ask, just kill her.”

What? Max was partially convinced he was already dreaming, or maybe the fever was making him hallucinate, or something like that. Because that didn’t make any logical sense whatsoever. Or did it?

“What’s wrong with vacuum cleaners?” he asked.

“Everything.”

“What does Alix have to do with it?”

Kim sighed. “If I tell you, do you promise not to make fun of me?”

“Yes.”

“And do you promise to murder Alix in cold blood if she ever brings it up?”

“Um… am I hallucinating?”

Kim laughed, before giving Max a kiss on the tip of his nose. “Okay fine, don’t kill her. But seriously, it’s really embarrassing, and I don’t want her bringing it up again, so uh… if it’s relevant, then please do wear a scarf tomorrow, okay sweetie?”

He was slowly running his finger across Max’s neck again, in a way that made it so difficult to think, especially with a fever.

Or maybe it was nothing to do with the fever, and more that Max did not really care about vacuum cleaners, and just wanted Kim to hurry up and start being more romantic already…

“Okay,” he agreed.

The next morning Kim lay in bed, his nose and throat burning, almost certainly running a high fever. Had he caught Max’s cold? Yep. Was it worth it? Also yep.

He had already sent Max a message on his phone and got a reply saying that while Max was better today, he was indeed still ill, and still had to remain in bed with Markov taking care of him. Kim waited in his own room for someone to check up on him – he had missed breakfast, so surely a maid or nurse or someone would be sent up to his room. For good measure he sent a message to Alix too, to let her know why he wouldn’t be around.

Soon enough there was a knock on his door. He called for whoever it was to come in, not bothering to look. He just lay there staring at the ceiling. Being ill was so unpleasant, and he was so unaccustomed to it! Though at least this was nowhere near as bad as the flu had been last year. This was just a simple cold, thank goodness. It would pass quickly.

“What’s up, beanstalk? I hear you got ill too.”

He almost jumped out of his skin – that was no nurse! Shuffling up until he was sitting against the back panel of the bedframe, he saw that sure enough, it was none other than Pharaoh Alix who was walking over to him, carrying a bowl of something steaming. The snake was sitting on her shoulders as usual.

“You haven’t already gone and seen Max, have you?” Kim asked. His voice sounded hoarser than usual.

“Yep.” She sat up on the desk next to him. “He’s a bit better now, though he says he’s cold. Won’t take off that scarf, even indoors. He’s turning into Jalil, honestly.”

Oh, thank goodness, Max was wearing a scarf after all…

“Anyway, Markov’s too busy taking care of him to take care of you too,” she continued, “so I guess that’s up to me.”

“Don’t you have school?”

“It’s a Saturday, you Kimbecile. No school. I snuck into the kitchens and stole some soup for you, so you’d better appreciate it.” She handed the bowl to him. “You’d better not pass your cold onto me too, okay?”

“You could have just avoided that problem by letting the servants take care of me!”

“But you’re my best friend. I didn’t get to help you out when you had the flu, so I’m doing it now, okay? Now eat your soup. Or drink it, or whatever.”

That was so oddly nice of her. He took a spoonful of soup and tried to drink it, but it was so hot it burnt his tongue. “I think I’ll wait a while…”

“Yeah, take your time. I, um, kinda wanted to talk to you about something anyway.” She was fiddling around with the jewel on her headdress. “It’s not a big deal. I just wanted to know.”

Oh no, what was she going to say? People saying that things weren’t a big deal usually meant that they were a big deal.

“You and Max,” she began, “you obviously really like each other loads. And you’re super happy together, which is awesome. And like… you once told me that having crushes on people is overrated. But that was before you actually had a sweetheart. Now you’ve got Max, and I can tell you care about him a lot. So, um, have you changed your mind about that? Am I… am I missing out? Because I don’t like stuff like that?”

As calm as she tried to sound, even through the grogginess of being ill Kim could tell that she was worried. Last year when he’d had the flu, having a fever had caused him to say what was on his mind with no heed to consequences – no matter how cheesy. And having a fever right now, even if it was less severe, was causing him to feel much the same way.

“You’re not missing out on anything!” he said. “You’re the coolest friend ever!”

She smiled a little. “Thanks, but me being the coolest friend ever doesn’t mean I’m not missing out on something that’s obviously so nice and important to everyone.”

“No, no, wait, lemme explain…”

His brain was too addled to think properly, but he forced himself to try. Alix deserved it.

“What I’m trying to say is that you’re such a cool friend that it’s the same effect! I know I love hanging out with Max, but I love hanging out with you equally. Just ‘cause he’s my sweetheart, it doesn’t mean you’re not at the same level of importance! You’re so fun to hang out with and I think sometimes I take it for granted and I don’t show you I care enough, but if you really like me as much as I like you then I swear you’re not missing out on anything at all. You don’t have to be, like, into someone to love them!”

Had any of that even made any sense? He was just saying the first things that came to mind, with no thought to whether or not it was actually coherent. And judging by the way she was staring at him and not saying anything, it probably hadn’t been coherent at all.

“Okay, nothing I’m saying right now makes sense,” he said, unable to even stop now. “But I really like being friends with you. It makes me happy. And it’s not the same way I love Max, but that doesn’t matter. You’re cool to be around and you’ve done so much to help me out and I don’t know what I’d do without you. And every time you’ve told me how much you care about me, like that time in first year when you turned me down, or on the Cupid Festival, it’s such a special feeling. It doesn’t matter if you’re aro. You still get that special feeling, and it doesn’t have to be romantic. You have people you love, so you’re not missing out on anything.”

His throat was sore enough to prevent him saying anything more, but he had pretty much run out of things to say anyway. At this point he would just end up repeating himself. He just wanted her to know how much she meant to him, and how important he considered their friendship – had he made that clear enough? Should he have even said anything at all?

He just took a spoonful of soup and forced it down. With his blocked nose he couldn’t taste it at all. He looked up again to see that Alix wasn’t looking at him; she seemed to be lost in thought. The snake slithered off onto the desk, where it slowly began tapping out something.

- . .-.. .-.. / .... .. -- / -.-- --- ..- / .-.. --- ...- . / .... .. -- !

“What’s he saying?”

Alix had gone red. “Um… he says you should stop being a sentimental dork before he starts crying.”

-. --- / .-. --- -- --- / .. / -- . .- -. - !

“…And also he says you’re a punk bitch.”

Kim was sure she must be lying – though he wasn’t even sure that the snake was speaking real Morse code in the first place. Maybe it was just gibberish. There was no way a snake could learn Morse code, after all. Maybe Kim would have to learn it himself to see whether or not this was real.

“Anyway, now that I’ve delivered your soup I should be leaving…”

Alix hopped off the desk and picked up the snake. Had she got the answer she wanted here? It was impossible to tell, especially with this fever. Kim took another spoonful of soup as he watched her walk over to the door, hoping maybe she would return later and actually tell him whether or not she believed what he’d told her, or if he’d even made any sense.

She hesitated just before the door. The snake tapped a message on the side of her headdress.

-.. --- / .. - !

“Oh, fine…”

She turned around and finally looked at Kim properly.

“Kim, you seem kinda half delusional right now so you may not remember any of this anyway. But I guess I’ll say it.”

To his surprise, she smiled a little.

“I think of you as more than a friend, you know. I don’t mean in a mushy gross way! I’m still aro. But all the stuff you just said, it was… really nice. So thank you for that. And, um, we have been through a lot together. Sometimes I feel like the term ‘best friend’ just doesn’t cut it. Or maybe it does, and this is what it feels like to have a best friend after all… I mean, I don’t have much to compare it with, so maybe this is normal…”

She sighed and shook her head.

“I guess I’ll never really know. But what I’m trying to say is that you’re… you’re special to me. Yeah. And so to hear you say that I mean as much to you as Max does, that I’m special to you too… um… it makes me feel a lot better. And I believe you. I’m not missing out on anything. So thank you, Kim, for telling me all that, and for being my friend and beyond. Thank you for everything.”

Smiling at him so earnestly now, even blushing somewhat, truly meaning every word she was saying… If Kim hadn’t been struck down with illness he would have hugged her there and then for at least ten minutes. As it was he was barely holding back tears.

She was right though. Sometimes it did feel like “best friend” didn’t cut it. What else was there? True companion? Life partner? There were no words that could quite convey it. But maybe they didn’t need words anyway. They just knew.

It would have been a perfect wordless moment that could have lasted forever, had the snake not begun tapping out a new message.

.... --- -.-. -.- . -.--

Alix frowned at the snake. “Dude, what do you mean? Wait… you don’t mean… Max… and that scarf…?”

The snake nodded. She stared at it in shock for a few seconds, before suddenly grinning and pointing an accusatory finger at Kim.

“Oh, nice try Kim! I’ve just figured out what you and Max were up to yesterday! And why Max needs that scarf to hide his neck!”

Oh no… oh no… that darned snake hadn’t told her via Morse code, had it? That was just unfair – he thought he had escaped!

But hopefully she wouldn’t bring up the–

“Ha, I guess you guys didn’t need a vacuum cleaner after all, did you?”

She did. She brought it up. That stupid thing that was going to haunt Kim forever and ever now, a reckless deed from another timeline that he could never erase.

He hunched over his soup, refusing to look at her. “Please can you and your punk bitch snake get out of here before I stab you with this soup spoon?!”

She laughed a rather unnecessary, evil laugh. “Sure. See you later, vacuum cleaner!”

With that, she ran out of the door. Kim tried so hard not to smile – he shouldn’t find this funny! It should be annoying!

But even vacuum cleaners could not bring down his mood. He had the most amazing friend in the world, even if she was really irritating at times, even if she was a dork who he carelessly dragged through the mud to no avail, even if he had a rather embarrassing history with her. And he couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how special she was to him.

Maybe he had been ever so slightly wrong earlier. It wasn’t that having crushes was overrated, because to be honest, it wasn’t. Knowing that Max loved him back was always going to feel amazing. No, it was that having deep friendships was underrated. They were just as awesome – even to a hopeless romantic like Prince Kim.

(Hhh the morse code doesn’t show up properly on tumblr I don’t think but basically the snek is a sentimental dork)

#the next time i bring up vacuum cleaners in this fic just kill me instantly #royalty au #miraculous ladybug #le chien kim #max kante #kimax #markov #alix kubdel #random stuff #aish writes #the misadventures of prince kim

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I got a new one buts its a bit weird. Mikael is obsessed with Caroline and trying to make her his new wife. Caroline does not know how mean he is. Family hates this but doesnt say anything. Klaus seduces Caroline and they are having a affair.

For @myselfdiagnosis, my wonderful tumblr wife. This is in a modern setting but with city-state-ish structure of government. It got a lot darker than I meant it to, and it has a lot of mentions of/implied abuse and some sexual assault, and tbh isn’t q u i t e what the prompt asked for. If that’s not your thing, do not read it. No readover, probably has errors, etc. Also much longer than I planned. I hope you like it.

Look, she just went to get some fucking groceries, okay?

It was sunny and bright, the store pleasantly cool compared to the blistering summer heat outside, and she’d been innocently minding her own business poking pears to see if they were ripe when she’d been tapped on the shoulder and informed that Mikael Mikaelson was there and wanted to speak to her.

She had no idea what the county lord wanted with her. He was oddly mysterious and never went outside of his grounds unless he absolutely had to, though she’d caught glimpses of him occasionally. There were rumors, of course, but most of the facts everyone knew for sure were pretty basic.

He was older, in his mid-fifties, probably. He had about twelve billion children and his wife had died about five years before in a car accident with his oldest daughter. He had a reputation for being harsh on crime and a bit of a grouch, and there was a rumor that he’d once added a year to a citizen’s prison sentence for refusing to call him ‘my lord’. Other than that, she was mostly in the dark--a difficult feat, because she loved celebrity gossip.

She suspected that whatever this guy was telling her was a trick, and she tried to protest in case he was about to lead her off to get abducted and stabbed in an alley or something, but he grabbed her shoulder and flashed a badge with the Mikaelson crest, identifying him as a royal guard. She set her pear back on the pile warily and turned to him.

“Okay, but I have to pay for the groceries first. Can this wait?”

“We’ll take care of it.”

She kind of wanted to argue. She’d just been through a terrible break-up and the big bag of chocolate in her grocery basket suddenly felt heavy on her arm. She really wanted to just go home and binge eat the entire bag while she watched Sex in the City, but her curiosity about what could be so important that she was being summoned to see the city lord got the better of her. She gave the basket to the second guard and let the one who had spoken guide her out the front door to a limousine. The way that the security guards jumped to attention when they saw her was almost surreal, and she felt like she’d been transplanted to an alternate universe where she was somehow actually important.

One of them opened the door for her, and she hesitantly slipped in, sliding onto the bench across from man she recognized as Mikael Mikaelson. The door was closed behind them and they were suddenly alone. The way he was looking at her made her deeply uncomfortable, like he was sizing up a piece of meat at a butcher shop. She’d normally feel compelled to break the uncomfortable silence, but her sense of self-preservation was screaming for her to shut up and wait.

For once, she listened.

“Caroline,” he said quietly, and she stiffened. His voice was heavily accented in a way that she hadn’t expected, and she tried to figure out how to respond.

“My Lord,” she said as respectfully as possible.

Prison wouldn’t be a good look for her.

His lips twitched, his fingers drumming on his thigh as he kept staring at her, and she shifted uncomfortably, honestly wishing she could be anywhere else.

“You’re quite pretty, Caroline.”

Ew.

“Thank you, My Lord,” she said, trying not to sound too disgusted.

“I saw you wandering the city last week and I couldn’t help but notice you. You have a lovely smile.”

“Thank you, My Lord.”

“It’s been a few years since Esther died, and I’ve been grieving. However, I do believe that it would be best to move on after five years. Would you agree?”

She swallowed, her stomach lurching as she processed what was happening. No, she did not agree. She wanted to be out of this car now and go back to her apartment and cry into her pillow about Klaus breaking up with her over text message after a year of dating.

Still, she wasn’t an idiot and knew what the right answer was.

“Yes, My Lord.”

His smile made her stomach turn to ice.

It followed the same pattern every time. It had for fifteen years now, since Mikael had found out what Esther had done.

Mikael would find a pretty girl just out of college with student debt, daddy issues, and a family that wouldn’t miss them and charm her into letting him court her. He’d spin lies and stories about how his marriage to Esther was in shambles because she was cruel and hateful, how he was just hurt and looking for love that his wife wouldn’t give him. Within a matter of months she’d be introduced to the family, dripping in family heirlooms and usually situated in Mikael’s room as his trophy of the next few months. He’d purposefully parade her in front of their mother as a petty cruelty, talk the girl into being rude to her for being so mean to their darling lord. Soon, the girl would either grow boring for him or would realize his web of lies and try to escape. She’d be quietly snuck out in a coffin to a shallow grave, and the cycle would begin again a month or two later.

The only thing that changed once Esther died was that he was the grieving widower rather than the suffering husband. He had an endless rotation of doting young women, and it was disgusting. Mikael had announced the day before that he had a new girlfriend and they were all to be nice to her, because he “liked this one” and had “possibly found his soulmate”.

It made Klaus sick to his stomach, because he knew exactly who Mikael was about to pull through the double doors.

He’d shielded Caroline from his true identity for as long as possible, had been quietly tucking away money to take her across the border from Mystic Falls to Lockwood Hills, away from his abusive father and her parents’ graves. He’d almost had enough, but Mikael had somehow found out and stormed into his room. He’d dug through his dresser until he found the burner phone Klaus used exclusively for Caroline and broke up with her over text in front of him, reading the cruel lies aloud to him as he typed them.

Mikael was out to ruin his life in any way possible, and the timing for the new girlfriend was too close to be a coincidence.

Sure enough, it was Caroline who walked through the front door in a floaty sundress and wrapped around his step-father’s arm. He could tell that she was miserable despite the stiff smile on her face, and when her eyes landed on him, he thought he might lose his lunch.

When her eyes landed on him they widened slightly before darting to Mikael and back to him. His father didn’t appear to notice, too busy introducing each of his children as his ‘son’ or ‘daughter’ before landing on him. “My bastard, Klaus,” he said, a maliciously smug tone bleeding through his voice.

Klaus watched as Caroline’s mouth dropped open, realization dawning on her face at what was going on before she turned to Mikael. Her brow was furrowed in a way that Klaus knew meant she was gearing up for a fight, her shoulders rising the way they did when she was taking a big enough breath to be able to let her entire rant spill out before her opponent could interrupt, and Mikael cut in before she could talk.

“Our wing is just up the stairs to the left, my dear. The bedroom is just down the hall. I’ve had all of your clothes unpacked already, along with the new ones I bought for you. I was told that you kept some men’s henleys in the drawer with the rest of your nightclothes, and I took the liberty of throwing them away for you. Didn’t want to bring back any memories of the man who treated you so cruelly. We got you some more...appropriate sleepwear.”

She flushed, and Klaus couldn’t tell whether anger or embarrassment were more present, but she closed her eyes for a second to center herself, swallowing audibly before she muttered a ‘Thank you, My Lord’ through gritted teeth.

His hand skimmed her spine, clearly about to settle on her hip, and she smoothly stepped away, muttering something about finishing unpacking and walking to the stairs, her eyes meeting his immediately, wide and imploring.

He gave her the barest of nods, resisting the urge to reach out and pull her into his arms, to comfort her and nose her temple and stroke her hair the way he desperately wanted to. She moved past him and up the stairs, only climbing faster when Mikael reminded her that they were having a family dinner.

He made eye contact with Mikael, who was wearing a malicious smile that made fury build in his gut. He’d spent almost his entire life knowing that if Mikael keeled over and died he wouldn’t care, would probably help bury the body, but now that he’d found Caroline it was somehow much worse.

She returned for dinner when Mikael sent Rebekah to get her, both of them coming down the stairs in silence, Rebekah looking oddly thoughtful.

Over the dinner Klaus couldn’t help but watch her despite the stab in his gut whenever he looked at her face, and his rage threatened to boil over as the meal went on. He watched Caroline stiffen beside Mikael when he laid a palm on her hand and bent close just before the servants brought out the soup, panic flashing in her eyes, and he longed to walk over and grab her, to take her away and run. He knew they’d never get out the door if they left in broad daylight, and he wasn’t willing to risk a failed escape attempt. Mikael could very well kill her or torture her, would most likely make Klaus watch or listen, and he wasn’t willing to risk her safety like that. Klaus’s expression was carefully stony when Mikael bent to kiss her, she twisted so that his lips landed on her cheek at the last second before giving him a faint, forced smile and patting his arm awkwardly.

He gave her a fierce glare at her neat dodge, and Klaus heard all of his siblings gasp softly, could practically feel that every single one of them was holding their breath. Mikael held her gaze for a few seconds before he pushed away from the table and stood, looking at Klaus with piercing eyes.

“Let’s take a walk, Niklaus.”

“No,” Caroline said quickly, her voice high-pitched and panicky, eyes wide. “No. It’s fine.”

“What’s fine, my dear?” Mikael asked, his voice dangerously soft.

Her eyes darted to Klaus and back to Mikael before her jaw set in a stubborn gaze Klaus recognized from every single time anyone had ever told her she couldn’t do something before she stood as well, and Klaus thought he might lose his dinner as she reached to touch Mikael’s chest, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Let’s...I’m tired. I’m...let’s go,” she said, and Mikael raised an eyebrow, a smirk coming over his face that Klaus knew meant humiliation of the highest order.

“Go where?”

She flushed again, her teeth gritting. “Not here.”

“To do what?”

Klaus could tell that she was desperately trying to not roll her eyes. “I’m tired,” she said, her voice clipped.

“Go up to bed, then. I have to talk to Niklaus, but I”ll be there soon.”

It was a clear taunt to both of them. He wanted her to ask. Klaus knew better than to think Caroline had any intention of leaving them alone together, but he thought that the alternative was leaving her alone with Mikael was infinitely worse.

“It’s all right, Caroline, I--”

“Come to bed with me,” Caroline cut in, her tone businesslike and cold.

“You sound upset, my dear,” Mikael said, his tone mocking. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to rest.”

Caroline seemed torn for a second before she moved closer, her eyes flicking to Mikael’s lips and then to his eyes in a way that was obviously as fake as it was seductive, before she stood on her toes and hesitantly pressed her lips to his.

Mikael’s hands were immediately on her ass over the fabric of her dress, pulling her as close to him as possible, and though Klaus knew that she was pretending, that she was being ridiculously protective and hated Mikael’s guts almost as much as he did (if not more--she tended to hate people on behalf of those she cared about with an impressive amount of passion), but it still made his stomach turn.

She managed to pull away after a few torturous seconds and the silence of the room was deeply uncomfortable. “Come to bed with me,” she managed, her voice low, palm skimming over Mikael’s chest, and he dragged her off without another word.

“Well, that was eventful,” Kol said after a few seconds. “I suppose dinner’s over then? I was looking forward to cake.”

Klaus turned around to rush to Mikael’s room, ready to drag Caroline out by force if necessary, but Rebekah grabbed his arm, shaking her head when he turned to her. “He will kill you,” she said quietly. “I’m sure Father’s new trollop can handle herself even if she keeps making sex eyes at you.”

“She’s not a trollop.”

“Lord Mikaelson has asked that we escort you to your room,” said one of the guards, who had come up behind them.

“Why, exactly?”

“Orders,” the guard said simply, grabbing him by the arm.

He heard Mikael’s groans and Caroline’s harsh breathing through the door as they passed by, and he’d never felt so helpless in his life.

Caroline heard the guard pass by with Klaus outside the door and winced as Mikael groaned in pain again, her breath short from the brief wrestling match. She kicked him again for good measure when he tried to get up, scanning the room for something that could be a weapon and eventually spotting a belt peeking out of a dresser drawer and pulling it out.

She wondered what it said about her that she didn’t even feel slightly bad as she watched Mikael struggle for air as she strangled him..

As soon as she was absolutely sure he was dead she stood up, still a bit short of breath, and wiped her hands on her sundress. She managed to find the suitcases the guards had used to unpack all of her belongings in the closet and methodically began to pack up again, changing into a pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt, throwing the slightly torn dress in the trash.

She peeked out of the door and spotted their guard, who was leaning against the opposite wall.

“Hey,” she said with her best bubbly giggle, slightly proud that her voice wasn’t even slightly shaky and reaching to twirl a lock of hair around her finger. “So like, I get really self-conscious because I’m super loud, so like, could you give us a few hours?”

“We’re not supposed to leave you alone.”

She kind of wanted to punch him in the face, but barely refrained. “Do you want me to get him out here and tell him yourself why you won’t let us have amazing sex?”

The guard left in a hurry and Caroline immediately went back in and dragged her suitcases down the hall, finding Klaus’s room quickly (it was the only one with a lock on the outside).

He was sleeping when she came in, and she didn’t even pause before reaching to shake him.

“Wake up!”

Klaus’s eyes flew open, and he immediately relaxed when he saw her face. “Caroline, I--”

“We have to go,” she said in a rush, walking around his room and grabbing clothes, stuffing them into one of the suitcases. “Before the guards figure it out.”

“What?”

“He’s dead. I strangled him with his belt before he could even get my zipper down. Can you help me pack please?”

He jumped out of bed immediately, grabbing clothes off the shelves with her and stuffing the suitcases as completely as possible before helping her zip them up.

She found Mikael’s car keys in one of his jackets and they were out of the state within hours. When they arrived at the first hotel they saw in Lockwood Hills, she grabbed Klaus’s cheeks and pulled his lips to hers as soon as the door closed behind them. The kiss was soft and sweet, and he held her as she buried her face in his neck, shaking in his arms.

“I love you so much.”

“And I, you sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re safe.”

“I’m so glad you are too,” she whispered.

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winchesterandpie · 7 years

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When Soulmates Don’t Matter (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2156

Warnings: Nothing. Just all the fluff that was missing from the first part

A/N: So, this is the highly requested part 2 of When Soulmates Go Wrong and oh. My. Goodness. The response I got on that part was incredible! Thank you to everyone who was commenting on it, you seriously made my day! As usual, the Gif is not mine and feedback is welcome. Unusually, I’m going to break in here to tell you that this is probably the last thing I’ll write in a while (I’ll have a post coming out with and explanation for that on Tuesday), so hopefully I can go out with a bang. Love you guys! And without further ado, here is part 2!

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Two weeks ago:

The super soldier had read the letter over several times before it finally registered with him. When it did, however, nothing could stop the waterfall of silent tears that cascaded down his face as he curled in around himself.

Too late, too late, too late, ran constantly through his head, along with guilt at having unknowingly pushed her away.

For a long time, he stayed there on his bed, the letter lying just out of reach of his hand. Eventually, Bucky fell into a fitful sleep just before Steve came to the doorway, looking on sadly at his friend.

Present:

“So why did you call us all in here?” Wanda asked the Director, who had made a surprise visit to the compound

“Because there’s news to be delivered, and I’d rather not have to say it more than once.” A hush fell across the Avengers, who were scattered across the various couches and chairs. Nothing good ever followed a sentence like that.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Bucky’s voice broke the silence, full of pain. The two weeks had done nothing to dull the sting of her departure.

“I’m afraid so, Sergeant Barnes. She got us the intel that we needed, but then stumbled across something else when we lost contact yesterday.” Director Fury had to pause, testament to the weight of the news he bore. “Three hours and forty-five minutes later, Agent Y/N L/N gave her life to destroy the base. All we saw of it was a massive bubble containing the wrath of the elements. Elements she is known to control. Nothing but rubble was left when the storm died down, and no survivors were found.

“About an hour after her death, we received a delayed transmission containing the information she used to decide what she did. All I can say about it at this time is that the transmission detailed some alarming plans, and that, as hard as it may be to accept, Agent L/N made a very brave and very necessary call.

“By way of information, there will be a memorial service in her honor one week from today. Everything is taken care of. If you choose not to come, I respect that everyone grieves in their own way. But if you do choose to come, we would be glad to have you.” When he was done, it was as if time had frozen. No one dared move a muscle, or perhaps they couldn’t. With nothing more to say, Nick turned and left the room, likely having other matters to attend to with the intel Y/N had bought with her life.

“I can’t believe she’s gone.” Natasha Romanoff, the deadly Black Widow, was near tears as she processed the information.

“She was a good kid.” Tony clearly didn’t want to say much, exiting the room abruptly. Likely he was on his way to the lab, a drink, or both. Bruce followed soon after, unable to force words out of his throat.

“I should’ve stopped her.” Steve’s words were barely audible as the man buried his face in his hands

“When she decided on something, no one could stop her. It wasn’t your fault.” One soldier moved to comfort the other, opposite what would have been the predicted route. The first words out of Bucky’s mouth came after he had processed the information were not what anyone expected. Nonetheless, he pulled the blond into a hug.

“That much is true. She was a stubborn one for sure.” A halfhearted chuckle left Clint’s lips, but the gloom seemed to lift its oppressive weight, even slightly.

“There will be celebrations in Valhalla for the worth of the warrior they have gained.” Thor smiled slightly, thinking of Y/N and how well she would fit with other warriors he knew were there.

“If I may, Y/N left something for you all in the event of her death.” FRIDAY’s voice spoke into a lull in their conversation.

“I’m sure she’d want Tony and Bruce to see it too, so would you call them up here?” Natasha requested quietly.

“Certainly, Agent Romanoff.”

Once Tony was there, FRIDAY directed them all to sit before the TV turned on. All of a sudden, a heart-breakingly familiar face cropped up on the screen. Y/N gave a little wave, and a tear dripped down Bucky’s face.

“Hey guys. Not to be cliche here, but… if you’re watching this then I must’ve died out there…”

Meanwhile, somewhere in the middle of nowhere:

A dirty, soot-covered figure trudged through the snowy woods in New York. Injuries caused her to limp, and it was a wonder she was still upright. She’d somehow managed to traverse countries and seas without being seen, and definitely had a destination in mind. There was simply no way she could have made it this far without one.

Coming over a rise, she gave a sigh of relief and collapsed against a nearby tree. What lay in front of her was the compound she’d come to as fast as she could. Sucking in a massive gulp of air, she gathered her willpower and forced herself back to her feet. Even injured as she was, it was ingrained in her to move silently and remain unseen, and so she made her way across the open ground. Eventually, she dragged herself through the door.

“Y/N?”

“Oh, FRIDAY! Hey, can you do me a giant favor and not tell the team I’m back just yet?”

“Are you going to tell them?”

“That’s actually where I’m heading. Where are they?”

“In the common room, miss. Director Fury was just here delivering the news of your supposed death, so they are watching the video you left.”

“Well, I’ve got the perfect plan for my epic return, then.”

“I’m glad you’ve come back.”

“Me too, FRIDAY.” Quietly I made my way to where the team was, supporting my weight with the wall. Too soon, I was in front of the doorway, actually hearing the recording. Ew. Is that really what I sound like? I’d better go apologize to everyone I’ve ever spoken to. With a deep breath, I steeled myself against all the worst scenarios running through my head. Maybe they’d decided that it was better without me around… Bucky will be happy with his girl, his soulmate, and he won’t want me anymore… NO, don’t think like that. You can do this.

It was with that thought that I slipped into the room, just in time to hear the end of my speech

“So I guess I’ll see you guys on the other side. Just don’t make it too soon, alright? Bye guys.” The screen went dark as the recording of me disappeared with a wave.

“Wow. So touching. I’m really gonna miss her,” I said, pretending to wipe at damp eyes. Which, admittedly, I had done once or twice when actually filming the video. When I spoke, the entire group of people shot bolt upright, turning toward me with a speed that almost made my head spin.

“Y/N?” I barely had time to register the one word question before being knocked backward by a human projectile. It took my tired brain a few seconds to realize who it was with their arms around me. Bucky, as it turned out, was gripping me tightly, the scent of him enveloping me as I buried my face in his neck.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m here.”

“I thought you were dead.”

“We all did.” Natasha was the next to speak, though Bucky still hadn’t loosened his grip in the slightest.

“To be fair, so did I.” I pulled away from the crook of his neck, looking around him at the others.

“But you’re alive.” He finally let me go, and I was instantly dragged into more hugs from everyone.

“Whoa, hey, guys! Watch the grip would you? Even I can’t get out of explosions like that completely unscathed.” I was released, though a concerned person pulled me lightly against him to keep me standing. Bucky, of course. “In fact… I think I’m gonna pass out now.” And, in fact, I did. Right into Bucky’s arms. Can you get a more dramatic return than that? I think not.

When I came to, I was most definitely not in a room I regularly spent time in, though it wasn’t long before I figured out that I was just in the infirmary. Everything, and I mean everything ached - a deep ache that settled in my bones. I startled when the door opened, but relaxed when a familiar face came through it.

“Doctor Cho.”

“Ah, it’s good to see you awake again. You’ve had someone waiting out there since you came in.”

“Let me guess, is it Bucky?”

“You hit the nail on the head.” I chuckled lightly, imagining exactly how he looked sitting out there, likely with dishevelled hair from not doing anything besides wait. “Do you want me to let him in?”

“Yes, please. If you don’t have more things to check, that is.”

“No, I’m pretty much finished for now.” I pressed the button to raise the bed a little higher, settling into the pillows as she opened the door. The second the door was open wide enough, a familiar brunet was sliding through the doors, his hair just as messy as I had predicted. It was no time at all before he was by my side, taking my hand in his tenderly.

“Hey. How’re you doing?”

“Better than I expected to be, given everything that happened.” He hummed softly, his steel blue eyes more gentle than I’d ever seen them.

“Did you really leave because of me?” My shoulders slumped. I’d known this question was coming eventually, but it was a confrontation I wasn’t sure I wanted to have just yet.

“I… yeah. But it wasn’t your fault!” I was quick to add the last part, not wanting to cause more guilt, especially when I was sure he’d been blaming himself the whole time.

“You shoulda stuck around another half hour, doll.” He pulled my hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

“Buck?” My confusion caused him to laugh a little. Shaking his head at me, I was glad to see his tired eyes crinkling up at the corners, worry lines lifting from his face as he laughed.

“Sweetheart, I never got the chance to tell you what happened on the date. Now before you get all huffy, let me explain.” Boy, did he know me too well. “She lied. She wasn’t my soulmate. If you’d have stuck around, you’d have gotten the story when I got home at 8:15.”

“I’d have still had to go. I wasn’t lying in my letter when I said that someone had to.”

“I know. But could you just listen for another second?” His other hand came up to tap my nose. “I’d have told you that you’re the one I’m in love with. And I know it wouldn’t have stopped you from going, but when I heard you died…” Bucky’s voice started to crack as he took a long breath to compose himself.

“Hey, I’m right here. I made it back. Back to you.” It was all I could do to brush the pad of my thumb over the back of his hand, but that felt inadequate.

“I just… When I heard… I thought you’d die without me ever telling you. I thought I’d lose my chance to tell you that I don’t care about the soulmate thing. Not when I have you here, by my side and breathing. And… I know you’ve heard promises like that a thousand times, I know that you’ve got scars and healing wounds, so this may not be the time to start anything… But I swear to you, I will do everything I can to help you and just be there for you.”

“I’m in love with you too, silly. I thought the letter told you that. And… I trust you. If you say you’ll be there, then I believe you.” All the pain in the world wouldn’t be enough to distract me from the wide smile that spread across his face. “Now get up here and kiss me, would you?”

With an unstoppable lightness, he moved closer to my head, bringing his forehead to rest against mine. In a long moment, we just savored each other’s presence. Eventually, however, the magnetic pull between us could no longer be ignored, and our lips met in a kiss that was far too long in coming.

“Just try not to die on me again, hmmm?�� He pulled away, pressing another kiss to my forehead.

“I’ll do my best. But it is an occupational hazard. I worry about you too, y’know.” The sentiment of the moment was somewhat ruined when a yawn forced its way out.

“I know, doll. I know. Now get some sleep.”

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ylla · 8 years

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Friday Night Gurus - Chapter 4

Series: JJBA Ships: josuyasu, koichi/yukako (others will eventually happen too, but im tagging as i go) Tags: celebrity au, modern au, pining, recreational drug use (smoking that wacky tabaccy), lots of talking and cuddles in this one, lads Rating: E

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HAHA, SO MY COMPUTER ATE THIS CHAPTER AND WHAT I HAD FOR TMBTP, SO, I HAD TO RESTART FROM SCRATCH. i rewrote this garbage dump from memory, and here we are. TMBTP is forthcoming once i stop weeping. may the powers that be take pity on this elderly woman (ed. note – author is only 24).

shoutout to TheSmuttiestPrincess and their fic Talk To Me That Way I Like for introducing me to praise kink!okuyasu, which is something i never knew i needed until i read it.

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Josuke woke up the next morning feeling like someone had cracked him across the face with a baseball bat. Fucking storms causing pressure headaches; he’d meet Mother Nature in the pit if she was a real person. He would have gotten up to get medicine if he hadn’t been trapped in the arms of a particularly buff octopus. Okuyasu was spooning him, legs and arms firmly wrapped around Josuke to prevent him from escaping (not that Okuyasu had to worry about that to begin with). Josuke could feel Oku’s slow, even breathing on his neck and it was giving him goosebumps. It felt like it was too early to exist. “What fuckin’ time is it,” he muttered to himself. Blindly, Josuke groped for his phone, but couldn’t seem to find it. “S'about 8:30.” Josuke didn’t hear Okuyasu speak so much as he felt him. “You awake?” Josuke whispered. “Mmh.” Josuke made to turn over, but Okuyasu held him in place. “Lemme roll over.” “I got morning breath,” Oku’s voice was slurred with sleep, voice rougher than usual. “I don’t care, dude. I do too.” Josuke tried rolling over again, but Okuyasu steadfastly held him in place. A power struggle ensued; Josuke valiantly did his best to break free, but Okuyasu had both the upper hand and strength to keep him in place. He felt Oku’s chest shaking with laughter, quiet chuckles in his ear. “I swear to God,” he huffed after a few fruitless minutes of wrestling, resigning himself to Little Spoon status, “I’m firing Polnareff.” That just made Okuyasu chuckle even harder, “No you won’t, that’d break his croissant-lovin’ heart.” He shifted closer to Josuke, and put his face into the junction where his neck met his shoulder. “Hey, uh, is it okay if I…?” Okuyasu faltered, nervous.

“You can kiss me, goofball. We’re dating, remember?”

Josuke could feel Okuyasu face flush before he zealously trailed kisses from Josuke’s shoulder, up his neck, to his corner of his jaw, settling on his earlobe which he nibbled on slightly. It sent shockwaves through his body, and Josuke couldn’t help but hiss.

Okuyasu backed off, “Oh shit, sorry—“

“No no don’t be,” Josuke rubbed the arm that held onto him, “It’s just been like, a long time since I’ve done anything like this. And, uh,” Josuke cleared his throat, “that felt really good, s-so, you know.” It was his turn to flush, and his face was scarlet.

“I just don’t wanna fuck this up. I really like you,” Okuyasu’s voice was small.

“You ain’t gonna fuck this up, I promise. Unless you wanna like, put something fucked up in my ass, like a centipede—“

“EW!” Okuyasu sounded horrified, “That’s disgusting. You just killed my boner, Higashikata.”

He had killed his own one man salute too, but that had been the plan. “Is that why you didn’t want me to roll over?” Josuke asked slyly.

“Uhm. Maybe?” Josuke went to turn towards him, but Okuyasu was obstinate. “I also don’t wanna smell ya mornin’ breath! It’s hot like thunder.”

“Oh my god, you stubborn mule,” Josuke tried to kick him, but Oku just wrapped his legs around Josuke’s tighter. “If we get up and brush our teeth, can we like, face each other?”

“Hm. Hm. I guess.” Okuyasu finally relinquished his iron-clad grip. Josuke sprang up, free to piss and scrub his nasty breath away.

Josuke was rinsing his mouth out when Okuyasu trudged in after him. “About time, lazy ass—“ He raised his head to get a good look at his boyfriend and would have spewed water everywhere if he hadn’t spit it out moments before, “God almighty, Oku, you look terrible.”

Okuyasu looked like he had been rode hard and put up wet. Cheek still bruised from Keicho’s left hook, eyes bloodshot, saddled with bags underneath them, skin looking a little colorless, “I feel terrible. This always happens if I’m out in the rain for too long.”

Josuke moved to let him brush his teeth before questioning him further. When Okuyasu finished, Josuke passed him a towel to wipe his mouth off, “How long were you out there?”

“Dunno. An hour? Two hours?”

“What the fuck, why didn’t you just call me??”

Okuyasu threw his hands up, “I did! I called like, at least 30 times! Your phone was dead or somethin’.”

“Oh shit,” Josuke completely forgot, “I turned it off before passing out on the couch.” He cringed, “Sorry.”

“S’fine,” Okuyasu rubbed one of his eyes, “I was close to just bustin’ a window and comin’ in that way.”

Josuke snorted, “Yeah that would’ve been great. Pissing myself when I wake up to a big ass, sopping wet burglar looming over me. Real romantic.”

“Fuck you dude, I was worried.”

“Worried?” Josuke arched an eyebrow, “Why were you worried?”

Okuyasu shifted from one foot to the other, “You weren’t answerin’, and I knew you were probably upset. I just—You know—“ he gestured vaguely, “jus’ wanted to make sure you were okay.”

That made Josuke’s heart turn over, “Aww, you big sweetie.”

Being called a sweetie made Okuyasu roll his eyes, unable to belie the blush on his face, “Shut up.” He threw the towel back down on the sink and rubbed the back of his neck, “So uh, can I kiss you?”

“You don’t gotta keep asking me that.”

Okuyasu fidgeted, “Sorry. I’m nervous that I’m gonna accidentally make ya uncomfortable, so I feel better when I ask.”

Josuke stepped close to him, placing a hand on his cheek, “You won’t make me uncomfortable. If ya ever did, I’d tell ya.” He stroked his thumb over Oku’s poor, bruised face, “But if it’ll make you feel better, then ask away.”

“Okay.” With that, Okuyasu gave him a kiss on the lips. It was sweet and soft, and it made Josuke’s chest soar. Oku hesitantly wrapped his arms around Josuke’s neck, hands in his hair; Josuke took that as a sign to pull his hips flush against his own and slide his tongue into Okuyasu’s mouth. His actions elicited a deep groan from his boyfriend, who awarded him by gently backing Josuke against the wall. It went from chaste and slow to messy and urgent in almost an instant.

“Fuck,” Josuke breathed as Oku pulled away to put teeth against his neck. When Okuyasu stopped momentarily, Josuke wove his fingers through his hair, “Leave marks.” Oku did as instructed; Josuke couldn’t help but grind his rising erection against Oku. “You’re too good at this,” he moaned, arching his back. That seemed to trigger something in his boyfriend. Okuyasu growled, tugging Josuke’s shirt off of him so he could get better access to his chest. There was a twitching cock pressed up against Josuke where there wasn’t a moment before. He was doing something right.

“God, keep talking,” Okuyasu rasped against Josuke’s collarbone, raking his teeth against it.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he panted. Okuyasu broke off momentarily to rip his own shirt off, before going back to leaving bruises on Josuke’s chest. Josuke ghosted fingers up Okuyasu’s sides; he really was sexy.

This was quickly turning into something a lot more than just a hot and heavy makeout session. Not that Josuke minded, considering how the only thing he had on his mind were how badly he wanted Okuyasu’s mouth on his dick at that very moment. Okuyasu seemed to read his mind, and looked Josuke in the eye with a single-minded ferocity that sent chills down his spine.

Which was ruined when both of their stomachs rumbled audibly.

They stared at each other for a moment before they busted out laughing; Josuke had to hold Okuyasu up to keep him from tumbling into the floor. It took a few minutes, but once their hooting died down, Josuke still held onto him, resting his cheek against the side of his head. “We should probably get food,” he said.

“Yeah…raincheck on this?”

“Raincheck.”

Okuyasu straightened up, pecking Josuke on the cheek, “You got pancake mix?”

There was no pankcake mix, but Okuyasu did a bang up job on eggs and bacon, so breakfast wasn’t a lost cause. Really though, anyone who remotely knows their way around the kitchen is a great cook in Josuke’s eyes. It was still pouring the rain, so no weed smoking for them, which was fine since they needed to be sober for the conversation that needed to take place.

“So,” Josuke started, “Does anyone know you’re gay?” They were back in his room, laying on the bed under one of his cotton blankets. Okuyasu laid on his stomach with a pillow propping his head up; Josuke laid on his side facing him.

“Yeah,” Oku shifted to look at him better, “Everyone in the band knows, plus Tonio and Hazamada. Akira too.”

“Really?”

“Unfortunately. I didn’t, uh, come out in the best way…”

Josuke frowned, “You don’t gotta tell me—“

Okuyasu waved a hand, “Nah, s’fine.” He rolled over onto his back, “See, like, I dated this girl when I was 19. Which, she was the only person I ever dated before you, so you’re my first real relationship. You should feel special,“ Oku looked at Josuke through his lashes, grin on his face. Josuke blushed furiously and punched his arm, because he did. Chuckling, Okuyasu continued, “She ended up cheating on me after like a year of being together, which was a relief because I finally had a good excuse to break up with her—“

“Damn. That’s awful,” Josuke scrunched his face up, “How’d you survive pretending to be straight for that long?”

“We were actually good friends before we dated, and she told Keicho that she was madly in love with me. So he, being my big bro who didn’t know I was gay, but did know I’d never had sex, hooked us up,” Okuyasu gave a wry smile, “Didn’t even fuck her. Ended up losing my v-card to some guy in a dirty bathroom after a show.” He rubbed his face at the memory, “Anyways, so like, I was relieved, but kinda upset because you know, she was still someone I cared about and the breakup was really messy. She was cryin’ and apologizin’, all that bullshit. So they, Keicho, Yuuya, and Akira, all decided to get me shitfaced at this huge party some guy Akira knew was throwin’,”

His eyes grew distant as he recounted the story. “So I get pretty hammered. I dunno if ya noticed, but I tend to uh, get nervous when flirting or kissing—“

“Really? Didn’t have a clue,” Josuke said dryly.

“Shut the hell up. Anyways,” he absentmindedly rubbed the hickies on his neck that Josuke gave him as a thank you for breakfast, “when I’m drunk, I ain’t like that. So there was this cute dude, and I thought everyone else had fucked off to do their own thing. I decided, in my dumbass drunken haze, that kissing him was a good idea—“

Josuke gasped, “Oh no—“

Okuyasu held up his hands, “That’s not the bad part. He was into it. We ended up making out and then he like, dragged me off to some room. What I didn’t notice was that Yuuya witnessed all of this, and went off to get Keicho to come save me, I guess. Long story short, the dude sucked me off, and then after I started goin’ down on him, Keicho and Yuuya busted into the room and pulled me off of him—“

“No!” Josuke covered his mouth with his hand, “They didn’t hurt ya, did they?”

“It wasn’t me they hurt,” Okuyasu chuckled without a trace of humor, “Both of them started whooping this dude’s ass. Me, a damn moron, starts bawlin’ like a stupid baby. I was buggin’ the fuck out.”

“So they thought—“

“That he forced me to? Yeah. It was bad.”

Josuke sucked air through his teeth, “So, what happened next?”

“I actually don’t really remember anything after that. Good ol’ Yuuya filled me in the next mornin’ when I had the worst hangover of my life, the bastard,” Okuyasu scowled. “I ended up crying so hard, I upchucked all over my clothes, so they stripped me down to my pants and hauled my drunk ass out of there. The next mornin’, they had a lot of questions, and I had to answer ‘em.”

“What did you say?”

“That I liked dudes, and everything that had happened last night was because I wanted it to,” Okuyasu sighed, “It wasn’t a… fun conversation. I was cryin’ again, like a fuckin’ idiot, and that made my head hurt worse. Keicho was pissed, and Yuuya wasn’t happy either.”

“Not over you likin’ guys, right?” Josuke clarified.

“No, not over me likin’ dudes. It was over me putting myself in that situation in the first place, like a fool. ‘Bad things coulda happened to you, what if we hadn’t had been there, blah blah blah’. Keicho really reamed my ass over it.”

“They had a point,” Josuke said, “so what happened after that?”

“Nothing really. Keicho said he didn’t hate me for being gay, he just hated me for being stupid. Yuuya said that he didn’t care, as long as I’m happy, it’s whatever to him. Akira was a dick, but Akira is always a dick.”

“Your brother is such an asshole.”

Okuyasu shrugged, “Yeah, but he’s always been like that.”

“What about everyone else?”

“As for Hazamada, Yukako, and Tonio knowin’, Hazamada was home when it all went down, so he heard. Tonio knows because I told him, same with Yukako.”

Josuke nodded, then scooted close to Okuyasu and planted a smooch on his cheek, “Thanks for tellin’ me that.”

“You’re welcome,” Oku turned onto his side to look Josuke in the face, “now your turn. Who knows you’re gay?”

“Basically everyone in my personal life. Like, friends and family.” Josuke brushed a stray hair out of his face, “It’s kind of an open secret, I guess? Most people in the industry assume I am.” Josuke grimaced, “It doesn’t stop me getting hit on by women, or rubbed up on, unfortunately.”

Okuyasu chortled, “Yikes. I’m lucky I’m ugly.”

Josuke jabbed him in the ribs with his fingers, “You’re not ugly, stop talking about yourself like that. Anyways,” Josuke huffed, “I came out to my mom and grandpa when I was like 14. They were trying to set me up with the daughter of one of my mom’s friends. I panicked and blurted it out in car on the way to dinner one night.”

Oku cringed, “Ouch. What happened?”

“They were like, oh okay. And then mom started plotting to get me set up with the son of one of her friend’s,” Josuke shook his head, “They were both cool about it, told me they loved me and supported me. The Joestar side of my family was also chill about it. That didn’t surprise me, since Jotaro, my nephew, has a husband, Polnareff has a boyfriend, and my cousin Johnny is seeing some Italian guy.”

“That’s good though. I’m happy for ya,” Okuyasu propped his head up with his arm, “So, you’ve dated guys before right?”

“Yep. I’ve had a few boyfriends, last one was about…” Josuke looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember, “It’s been two years…? Yeah,” he nodded, “Two years ago. That didn’t end well, so I kinda swore off relationships until I met you.”

“Really?? Why me?”

Josuke shrugged, “Dunno, you’re just special.” He wasn’t too surprised to see tears flood Okuyasu’s eyes, given how emotional he could get.

“Jooosukeeeeee,” he whined, tears rolling down his face.

“Don’t cry, you marshmallow fuck,” Josuke wiped the tears away.

It took a minute, as it always did, to get Okuyasu to calm down. Oku pulled Josuke into his arms, big giddy smile on his face, “That last guy must’ve been awful if you think I’m better than he is.”

“First of all, you’re amazing so never say never say that about yourself again, asshole. Second, yeah, he was massive penis.”

“What happened? You don’t gotta tell me if it’s bad,” Okuyasu quickly amended.

“I was just partying waaay too hard when we were together and he was like, an enabler? I think that’s what Koichi called him. We were together a little over 10 months, and during that time I stayed super high or really drunk. It wasn’t good. And he was a huge asshole, and treated me like shit, so,” Josuke shrugged again.

“I’ll kick his ass if I ever see him.”

Josuke snorted at Okuyasu’s threat, “You don’t even know who he is.”

“Do I care? I’ll drop that motherfucker in a heartbeat.”

“You fuckin’ dork,” Josuke kissed Oku on the jaw, “It’s fine, I moved onto bigger and better things. I got you now.”

He felt tears; Okuyasu was crying again. “Damn right you do,” he sniffed.

“Don’t cry again. Come on, let’s watch something.”

“Josuke, wake up.”

“Mmh.”

“Josuke!”

“Mmmmmmh.”

“Wake up, you’re drooling on me again!”

Josuke’s eyes snapped open, “Goddamnit, sorry. I’m so gross when I sleep,” he sat up to wipe drool off of his face and Okuyasu. His headache had eventually gotten the best of him, and he’d fallen asleep with his head resting on Okuyasu’s chest. It wasn’t completely his fault, Oku start playing with his hair while they watched some bad show about vampires, and it relaxed Josuke so much, he passed out. And when he’s that relaxed, Josuke can’t control the flow of spit coming out of his mouth.

“It’s fine dude, I still think you’re cute. How’s your head?”

“Better,” he settled back down into Oku’s arms, “How’s your everything?”

“Eh, I’ll live.”

“Do you wanna switch places? You can sleep on me.”

“Nah, my glasses dig into my face if I try to cuddle like that while watchin’ somethin’. I’m good like this,” he resumed running his fingers through Josuke’s hair.

“You’re gonna put my ass back to sleep doing that. Turn it on something I’ll pay attention to.”

Okuyasu grabbed the PS4 controller, “Whaddya in the mood for?”

“A tacky reality show,” Josuke yawned, “Let’s binge Rock of Love.”

Josuke picked up his phone off of his nightstand as Okuyasu loaded the show, having rescued it from the corner he threw it into earlier. After listening to Okuyasu’s panicked voicemails and reading the avalanche of worried texts he got from him, Josuke made sure to give his boyfriend extra kisses. He felt guilty for causing that much distress.

“Hey, Oku.”

“Yeah?”

“How open do you wanna be about…us?”

“I dunno man, I ain’t got much experience in this,” Okuyasu scratched his chin with his free hand, “What do you wanna do?”

Josuke thought for a moment, “Well, I’m not ready to be out in like, the public eye. But I wanna tell our friends and family.”

“Sounds good,” Okuyasu kissed the top of his head, “I uh, already may have told people?”

Josuke froze up, “Who?”

“Everyone who already knows about me….Y-you ain’t mad about that, right??” Okuyasu’s fingers stopped moving.

He relaxed, “No, it’s okay. I figured you’d want them to know anyways”

Josuke heard a sigh of relief, “Okay, cool. Also I took a video of you sleepin’ on me earlier, that’s what I sent to them.”

“Oh god,” Josuke groaned, “Don’t tell me you could see the drool in it.”

Okuyasu grabbed his phone and pulled up Snapchat, “I’m an asshole, not cruel.” He had posted the video to his story; it was just of him playing with Josuke’s hair as he slept, with a little heart sticker in the corner. It was adorable.

“Shit, that’s cute. What was everyone’s reaction?”

“Uhh, got congratulations from Tonio, Hazamada sent me a snap of him miming throwing up, Yuuya asked if we banged yet, Yukako told me to not tonguefuck you in front of her, and Keicho only sent me that straight-faced emoji, which is better than I expected. Since you know, after last night—“

“That fistfight was over me, wasn’t it?”

“Ehhh, kinda?” Oku sounded like he didn’t want to talk about it, “Mostly about how I was with you all the time and he didn’t trust you, it was fuckin’ stupid. I don’t think it was really about you? I think it was about like, me not wanting to be up his ass all the time anymore. I dunno, it was typical Keicho bullshit.”

Josuke grumbled under his breath about kicking Keicho’s ass, but Okuyasu flicked his forehead, “I got it handled, don’t worry ya pretty head over it.”

Too late, Josuke groused to himself. Instead of bitching about it, Josuke opened up Snapchat on his phone. He started recording, “Hey Oku, kiss me.”

The video of them kissing was worth the shitstorm of replies, texts, and phone calls Josuke had to deal with for the rest of the day.

It was late, and the rain still hadn’t petered out. “You’re staying tonight, right?” Josuke asked, speaking softly into Oku’s ear. This time, he had won out on being Big Spoon.

“Do you want me to?” came the sleepy reply.

“Uh, duh. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want ya to.”

“Don’t be a dick, Higashikata. I’ll roll my fatass out of here too quick to talk about.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

“Me too. ‘Sides, we all know you got the fat ass in this relationship.” Okuyasu cackled despite Josuke jabbing him in the ribs, “What?? It’s a compliment.”

Josuke pouted, “You’re lucky I like you, Nijimura, or I’d push your ass out of bed.”

“Don’t do that, I don’t got the cushion like you do, it’d hurt—“

He launched Okuyasu off the bed as hard as he could. Oku landed in a heap on the floor, snorting and rolling around like a pig in a sty. He peered down at his porcine boyfriend, “You’re a mess, you farm animal.”

Josuke miscalculated; Okuyasu grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him down on top of him, knocking their heads together. Another power struggle took place, with Okuyasu winning yet again by tangling himself firmly around Josuke. With some effort, Oku pulled down a pillow and blanket, and wrapped it around them snuggly. “Bedtime, Jojo,” he kissed the top of Josuke’s head.

The floor wasn’t very comfortable, but when Okuyasu started snoring, Josuke followed him to dreamland.

The next morning, Tamami accidentally nailed Josuke in the dick when he stepped on what he assumed was a pile of blankets on the floor. Tamami was kicked in the cock and balls by an enraged Josuke, then booted downstairs. Okuyasu bypassed laughing and went straight to crying, tears of mirth leaked from his eyes. He promptly shut up when Josuke told him to kiss it and make it feel better.

Maybe next time.

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