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quickspinner · 4 years

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Second Chance - Ch 1 The One That Got Away

Hello friends! Continuing posting my backlog of work that was posted to AO3 but not Tumblr. You can filter the backlog tag if you don’t want to see these fyi.

Summary:

It's been years since he last saw Marinette. He's a successful rock star and she's been traveling the world chasing her dreams. Luka thought he had grown up and moved on, but when Marinette lands back in Paris and seeks him out, it takes about ten seconds for him to figure out he can't resist a second chance.

Aged-up, total self-indulgent Lukanette fluff. There will be some implied sexual content later on but nothing explicit.

The beginning of this first chapter comes from the last chapter of I Will Give You the Stars, and while you don’t have to have read that one first, the two stories do go well together.

Luka tossed his sweaty hair back from his face and looked out at the blinding lights. “Okay guys,” he said into the microphone, picking idly at his guitar. “I think we’re gonna take it down a bit for this next song. But first, can we bring the house lights up please?”

Used to his quirks, the lighting crew responded quickly, dimming the lights in his eyes and turning up the lights on the crowd in the packed stadium.

“That’s better,” Luka said, skimming the crowd of fans waving and screaming wildly. “I know this might be kinda weird if this is your first show with me, but I just like to see you. Put some faces to my audience. This is a two way street, you and me, and I don’t wanna forget that.”

A small crowd of girls off to his right screamed in rehearsed unison, “WE LOVE YOU LUKA!”

He grinned toward them and winked. “Love you too, sweethearts.” As they shrieked excitedly he looked at the banner they were holding up, decorated with birthday cakes and glittery letters. “Seventeen huh? Nice. Happy birthday, babe.” The girl in the middle of the group wearing a sparkly tiara put her hands over her mouth, eyes huge, while her friends practically mobbed her. Luka chuckled and returned to his perusal of the crowd, meeting as many eyes as he could. Somewhere a group of fans screamed for Juleka and out of the corner of his eye he could see her raise a lace-gloved hand to blow them a kiss.

Suddenly he locked eyes with a familiar sapphire gaze and the rest of the stadium disappeared.

“Well hey there, beautiful,” he said softly, ignoring the several ladies in the line of his gaze who swooned or screamed. She knew who he was talking to, a slow smile spreading over her face. “I didn’t know you were back in Paris.” His grin widened as he took in the faces around her. “Wow, check it out Jules, looks like a bunch of old friends came to see us tonight. Awesome.”

He tore his gaze away with effort, and looked up to the balcony. He couldn’t see faces up there as well, but he let his gaze rake across slowly before nodding. “All right. Now that we know each other, let’s get back to the music, shall we?”

The lighting crew recognized their cue, and the blinding lights were back as the stadium went dark. Luka stepped back from the mic for a moment to take a deep, centering breath, focusing on the vibrations of the stage that he could feel even through his heavy boots, the feel of his guitar in his hands, and the song he could still hear ringing in his mind even though he couldn’t see her anymore.

Then his fingers began to move, and he stepped back up to the mic.

***

They didn’t get to meet their friends that night, which was just as well as far as Luka was concerned. He wasn’t ever at his best right after a show, sweaty and sore and exhausted and he definitely didn’t want to see her looking like he’d just been run over by his tour bus. But Rose—bless beautiful, sweet, romantic Rose—Rose had his back. When Juleka wasn’t looking, Rose slipped a piece of paper in his hand that had a phone number, a time, and the name of his favorite café. “I knew you’d be free in the morning,” she whispered. “I figured you wouldn’t mind missing out on the sleep.”

“You’re the best,” he whispered back, slipping the paper in his pocket as Rose glanced anxiously at Juleka.

Marinette was already waiting outside the next morning as he walked up, looking like she’d walked straight out of his dreams. She caught sight of him and smiled, turning to face him as his heart skipped a few beats.

He was a grown-ass man and a legitimate rock star, and that smile still did things to him.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Luka grinned, opening his arms. “It’s been a long time.”

“Hi Luka,” Marinette smiled, coming into his arms to hug him and then rising on her toes to exchange cheek kisses. “The show last night was great.”

“It was great to have you guys there,” Luka said, letting her go and opening the café door for her. “I have to admit, I’m getting kinda sick of big shows. I miss connecting with people the way I did when I was playing smaller venues.”

“The price of being a famous rock star,” she said as he pulled out a chair for her at his usual table.

“Not that famous,” he protested, sitting down across from her.

“Pretty famous,” she grinned, leaning her elbows on the table to look up at him.

He shrugged and grinned at the ground. “Yeah, okay, maybe.”

Marinette smiled. “I’m glad it hasn’t changed you, Luka.”

“So when did you get back in town?” Luka asked, ready to be done talking about himself.

“Two nights ago.”

“And the first thing you did was come see my show? I’m flattered.”

“Really, I was lucky,” Marinette admitted. “The others got tickets ages ago, before I knew I would be here, but Mylene’s at that stage of pregnancy where she’s falling asleep all the time, so she gave me her ticket. I think Ivan was relieved, actually.”

Luka picked up her hand. “Marinette, any time you want to come to a performance you know you just have to ask.”

“Says the man who’s changed his number four times in the last year,” she teased.

Luka winced. “Yeah this whole fame thing really puts a crimp in my social life sometimes. I have a whole new appreciation for what Adrien went through in school. At least not that many people recognize me like this.” He gestured to his casual outfit, black jeans and a plain grey tshirt that were a far cry from his elaborate stage costumes and makeup. “Sometimes people recognize the hair and the ink but mostly I get left alone as long as I keep a low profile.”

Marinette rested her chin on her hand and smiled up at him. “I like the hair. Must be cooler on stage this way, and it photographs better. Your eyes are too nice to be hidden all the time.”

“So my agent told me,” Luka sighed, running his hand over the short hair beneath the blue tinted locks falling from the top. “And you’re right, it is cooler. I like yours too,” he added, reaching out his free hand to tweak a loose strand on her shoulder. “You look good with it long. Anyway, I’m sorry about the phone thing. I’ll give you my assistant’s number before we leave, she can always put you through if I have to change it again. I don’t want to lose touch with you over something so stupid.” He realized suddenly that she was blushing, watching his thumb move over her fingers. Fortunately the waiter approached just at that moment, giving him an excuse to let go of her hand casually.

Luka was a regular here and he chatted easily with the staff as they came and went with water and menus, but he had a hard time keeping his eyes off Marinette. Damn, after all this time she still affected him the same way, drawing him in like a magnet. Like him, she was dressed casually, in jeans and a fitted shirt with a wide neck that left a distracting amount of her freckled shoulders and collarbone bare. She was everything he remembered, just matured, mellowed, more. He’d known in his gut that he was on a high-speed train to heartbreak the minute he’d locked eyes with her in the show.

“Tell me what you’ve been doing since you left,” Luka said as soon as the staff had left with their orders.

“So many things,” Marinette breathed. “Luka, it was amazing, I learned so much and I got to see and do so much.”

“Tell me,” he murmured, leaning on the table, already entranced by her passion. God, he needed his guitar, he could write whole albums on the look in her eyes right now.

She brightened, pulling out a battered sketchbook. Luka moved his chair around the table to be next to her and propped his chin in his hand, letting her voice wash over him as she took him on a tour of her dreams.

“I’m not boring you, am I?” she asked suddenly, looking up at him with slightly wide eyes that reminded him of the nervous girl who’d walked into his room all those years ago.

“Not in the least,” he told her and he knew he must be giving her some kind of look because her blush spread down to her neckline.

He was saved from doing something reckless by the arrival of their food. Clearing his throat, he moved back to his end of the table and asked about her parents.

They talked about their families as they ate, the crazy things Anarka got up to that Luka had to bail her out of (sometimes with the police, once literally when there was a mishap on the boat), how Marinette’s parents had coped with her two-year absence, what their mutual friends had been up to.

And she told him about the things that hadn’t been so great about her trip, the jet lag and the long hours, picking up from one city and moving on just when she’d finally gotten comfortable, the frustrations of frequently having conversations in English when it was neither conversant’s first language.

“Every time I’d get depressed I’d feel ungrateful,” she told him, idly picking apart what was left of her food. “Like, so many people entered that competition and out of everyone they chose me to have this fantastic experience in all these different design houses, and there I was acting homesick and lonely. And...meeting so many new people made me realize how rare and precious my true friends are...and how maybe there were some I didn’t appreciate enough.” She glanced up at him through her lashes, biting her lip, and he swallowed hard and tried to think of something to say.

Before he could, she pushed her plate away and abruptly changed the subject. “So, when are you going to put out another calendar?” She ginned.

Luka groaned and put his face down on the table. “Please tell me you didn’t see one of those.”

“Oh I very much did,” she laughed. “If I can find it once I’m unpacked maybe you’ll sign it for me. October was my favorite, though July was probably the most...hmm...inspiring.” She laughed as he put his arms over his head, partly to cover the brilliant red that he was sure covered his neck and ears. “Luka Couffaine, are you actually embarrassed?”

“Thoroughly,” he said from beneath his arms. Sighing, he forced himself to sit up, scrubbing at his face with his hands. “I try really hard to pretend that whole thing never happened, honestly. I felt like such a—“ He shook his head.

“Was it really awful?” She asked, her amusement turning to sympathy.

“I hated every minute of it,” he said bluntly. “I didn’t want to do it but a bunch of things happened at once right then and my family really needed the money. And I figured, better me than Juleka, who knows what they’d have wanted her to do and her fans are way scarier than mine.” He made a face. “Don’t tell her I said that, she’ll get all pissed at me for getting all big brothery on her.”

“I’m sorry, Luka, I didn’t know.” Marinette reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “I won’t tease you about it anymore.”

“Thanks.” His mouth quirked up at the corner. “October, huh? That was the black and white one, right? That one wasn’t so bad. At least it was artistic. And I got to wear actual pants.”

Marinette giggled. “And you made them look good. It was a good picture. Sexy, but soulful. And with the guitar and the ripped jeans, it felt like I was seeing you, and not a stranger who kinda looked like you, you know.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. “Honestly it wasn’t the pictures I minded so much, my agent kept the really embarrassing ones out of it and we made sure they were destroyed, just I could have lived without being treated like a doll without any feelings or dignity.”

“Mmm, I see that a lot. A lot of designers and stylists stop seeing models as people. I guess knowing Adrien for so many years made it hard for me to think that way. The designers I was shadowing got really frustrated with me because of it.”

“Maybe I’m hopelessly optimistic but I think your way will pay off in the end.” He winked at her. “I can guarantee that if I ever have to do anything like that again, I’ll be calling you to be my stylist. If this tour weren't already under contract I’d hire you on the spot.”

Marinette kicked him under the table. “You’re biased, Luka.”

“Always have been when it comes to you. Doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

“Luka,” she began and then hesitated. He waited patiently, though curiosity was eating him alive as she licked her lips and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Listen I know you’re really busy and your schedule’s kind of crazy and it was already super nice of you to make time to have lunch with me—“ Luka had to cover the smile tugging at his lips with his hand at this very Marinette ramble. “But I was wondering, if you might want to have dinner with me, um...as a date.” She swallowed and looked up at him and he could not believe that she thought for one second he might actually say no.

“Hell yeah,” he grinned, reaching out to take her hand. “I mean I do have to check my schedule, but I’ll make time. I’ll call you? Probably not tonight, but no later than tomorrow evening, I promise.”

His phone alarm went off in his pocket before he’d even finished speaking, and he sighed, pulling it out.

“You have to go?” Marinette smiled crookedly.

“Yeah, I do,” he said, silencing the alarm and putting his phone away. He reached across the table and took her both hands in his. “It’s been great seeing you again Marinette. I’m so glad we’ve been able to catch up.” He kissed her hands as he stood up. “I’ll call you soon, okay?”

“Was everything to your satisfaction, Mr. Couffaine?”

Luka turned, grasping the hand offered by the suited man behind him. “Fantastic as always, Gerard, and how many times do I have to tell you to call me Luka?” Gerard smiled under his mustache but didn’t reply. “Please let the lady have whatever she’d like for dessert on my tab, okay?”

“Of course, Mr. Couffaine.”

Luka rolled his eyes and smiled back at a Marinette one more time with a quick wave, her own smile warming him as he turned to go.

The minute the studio's car service picked him up, his phone was in his hand. “Lucille,” he said when his assistant picked up, hoping she couldn’t hear the idiotic grin on his face. “Yeah, I’m on my way, but have you got a few minutes? Can you run me through what my schedule looks like? I need you to free up an evening for me in the next week.”

It took more than a few minutes, and he had to cancel three meetings and move back a rehearsal, but he could not bring himself to care.

Because when the one that got away suddenly walks back into your life and asks you out, who gives a crap about meetings?

#quickspins #backlog #yes give me all the lukanette hugs #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #mlfics #second chance

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hotdadlicense · 5 years

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ahh for my dearest zhenya @fapfapfashion lover! heres that bfu post i said id make for you like monnnnnths ago i PROMISE i never forgot! just :(:( life. but anyway this was FUN i love youuuu! disclaimer: im not rly in the fandom this is all stuff i see through like just some friends reblogging stuff every now and again and whenever i go to the tag to find stuff sometimes but ANWAY I HOPE its semi coherent <3<3<3 love YOU.

OKAY I FEEL LIKE i said YEH ILL MAKE YOU A MASTERPOST FUCK YEAH but now im like hmmm making a buzzfeed unsolved masterpost is.......not that much cos its like? all there on their youtube channels like its not like music or stuff where theres yknow albums! singles! unreleased songs! special live performances! music videos! documentaries! band info! like its all over on buzzfeed multiplayer youtube and buzzfeed unsolved network youtube but whatever i can ramble about dumb shit and link some stuff so ayeee.

heres the links to the actual videos:

SUPERNATURAL

+ season one // two // three // four // five

+ supernatural: postmortem

TRUE CRIME

season one // two // three // four

+ true crime: postmortem

all eps in order (including postmortem)

personal favs

a vid that bab @chantillystars linked me and i watch it every time im feelin not fresh so i can smile

someone elses better done video round up master post! op ur incredible

now under the cut cos i realy did ramble :(

okay so THE HOSTS!

RYAN BERGARA (insta//twitter)

the fucking creator and inventer of bfu its his baby and im so proud of him and how far its come <3

when the season finale of the latest supernatural premiered it trended at number 1 over the fucking new lion king trailer and he got emo on twitter and insta about it and i cried a lil bit

fucking loves sports basketball or whatever themeparks popcorn and paddington bear

not scared enough of ghosts to not sleep in a haunted house but is scared enough that he absolutely will scream the whole entire time that he is in said haunted house

first ghost encounter was on the queen mary when he was a teenager. the ghost knocked his toothpaste of the shelf and he freaked. and now he has shat his pants at every bump in the night since. icon!

works his ass for to produce mass amounts of content for us like its fucking insane? all up there are like 9 seasons of bfu plus post-mortems and its only been going since 2014?? plus everything else hes got happening??

rly sweet and funny but like in a frat boi kinda way but like. a frat boi you could trust?

SHANE MADEJ (insta//twitter)

wasnt actually the original cohost!

(BRENT was the orignal host but had to beg out a couple episodes in cos he was juggling too many commitments so which fair!)

ryan and shane were desk partners and longtime buzzfeed pals that ? if i remember correctly? interned together back when they first started?

ryan turned to shane one day and was like ‘yo, wanna cohost this show with me?’ and shane was like 'sure.’ and honestly trying to picture it now without shane?? okay ryan and shane just bounce off each other so well theyre like a dream team. god bless them being desk buddies and work pals.

shanes a freak

does not believe in ghosts spirits orbs and all things that go bump in the night like he seems to genuinely want to but like. science and his big ass brain wont let him.

very smart! can rly work a patterned floral shirt! or plaid! kinda gives a dad vibe in glasses but then he talks and its like okay please never supervise a child!

v into history! so much so that he has his own lil show on buzzfeed aka:

RUINING HISTORY

stars him along with ryan and sara (his beautiful and smart and talented gf who also works at buzzfeed <3) with some other ever changing cohosts

hes also responsible for The Hot Dog Saga aka THE HOTDAGA and i know there are people that adore it but! in their own words! id rather walk into the sea.

ryan, too, hates the hotdaga and i feel like this was? about the hotdaga after shane sung something fuck if i remmebr

RYAN + SHANE

these gifs are from the ?second ep? i saw of them honestly it rly sums up the ryan/shane dynamic i guess

but like. the way ryan looks and laughs whenever shane says something mildly funny? hearteyes mutherfucker

above when i said shanes a freak? yeah.

ryan letting shane live as long as he has? true friendship

whenever theyre at the lil desk in their lil basement talking cases shane just talks shit and ryan just lets him and i fucking love them

the LAST FRAME

oh one time they lucked out with a hotel that had a jacuzzi tub <3

yknow what? this was actually kinda sweet. like yeh bitch

shane madej: nations greatest tragedy.

i can hear this in my head just looking at these gifs and it makes me laugh everytime and thats BAD cos a child fucking died

shanes a freak pt.2

OH SHIT one time in postmortem they joked that brent was coming back and shane was leaving and fuck? they had to actually address that it was a joke fUCK

its not all shittalking and screaming there really is some fond and happy shit too

bfu most recognisable and iconic line.

shanes hottest pick up lines when hes on site

the comments on the video for this ep about this part are fucking hilarious please read when you watch that ep

okay its common knowledge that shanes a demon which ill tlak about in a sec but THIS SCENE RIGHT HERE? ryans the fucking demon. like the way hes just standing there, hands clasped behind his back, giving shane (whos acting like a CHILD) that Look? demon bout to kill the dumbass chillin at a haunted house on halloween. come to collet a soul or 10. magical!

OKAY SO SHANE TALKS SOME BIG GAME IN THE EPS but HIS love for ryan will always melt my heart like HE LOVES and cares about ryan so much and supports buzzfeed unsolved so much and whenever things get dumb on social media shanes ready to call it out and make a post or just like. praise ryan (like he rightfully deserves) and yeah im emo about it anyway hes shane being cute part one and heres shane REALLY FUCKING going all out (!!!!!!!!!!.meme)i LOVE him also being cute part two

‘id walk into the sea.’

shanes a freak pt.3

ryan: “Are ghosts real?” shane: *this dumb face*

NERDS

i laughed for like 10 minutes the first time i watched this part thankyou shane

THEM LAUGHING TILL THEY CRIED ABOUT SOMEONE THAT DIED PLAYING THE PIANO

a real insight to shanes mind

ryan really puts up with this

shane got a bowlcut once just for funsies like okay youre no joba but good job i guess

TROPES/ICONIC MEMES/WAHTEVER:

shanes a demon

+ free real estate.meme

+ the office.meme

+ he aint right

+ JALDSHFK FUCK

+ ryan acknowledging that shane is a demon thankyou

+ like the good thing about having a guest fill in on the few times shanes been away has been ryan always being like okay so the demons not here so lets just acknowledge That

goatsman bridge

+ the video that started all this aka the one you reblogged hehhehe

+ what a fucking JOKE

+ an absolute JOKE

+ bridge owner fuck OFF

+ ksdjhfgjhsdkj.meme

sallie house

+ shane was insufferable this episode i fell in love for real how did ryan LIVE

+ like imagine trying to feel your heart beating while fucking shanes over there doing That

+ rock n roll buckaroo

+ swell has become apart of my daily vocal i hate

bobby mack

+ ‘hey there demons. its me, ya boi.’

+ ‘and frankly i dont believe in you, so i feel like im writing a letter to santa claus right now.’

+ tweet.meme

+ overall a great ep

+ can shane calm the fuck down okay i need ryan to make it out of this SAFELY and ALIVE

father thomas

+ ryans FACE also shane being that annoying sibling to ur parents

+ father thomas really went into this thinking he could help these boys to be fair shane was taking notes. ryan was just? dying inside

+ freak

+ imagine being like a 70 yr old priest hearing some dudes walking into ur congregation and overhearing ‘jesus said chill.’

bigfoot

+ ryan does not rly believe in bigfoot but shane does so like you win some you lose some

+ in the least shippy way possible this epsiode is ultimate soft gays going on a hike

+ like its just such a sweet domestic ep

+ <3

+ just happy babbey

#probably missing a lot and theres a lot of sources missing cos....... i dont have a bfu blog so none of my shits correctly tagged #like nivks is ORGANISED cos its dedicated but...... i only have one bfy tag oops #but HOPE U LIKE IT AND ITS LIKE a little bit informative #buzzfeed unsolved #bfu

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kitkasimba · 6 years

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A long time ago, I was tagged by the lovely @maybeicanbesaved. Sorry for taking forever... Thank you!!! ♥

last:

1. drink - Milk.

2. phone call - A random phone number.

3. text message - Papa Murphy’s........ haha.

4. song you listened to - I’m listening to Twenty One Piolot’s new album Trench right now. The current song playing is Smithereens.

5. time you cried - Wednesday most likely.

ever:

6. dated someone twice?- Kind of.

7. kissed someone and regretted it - Oh yeah, but lesson learned, right?

8. been cheated on - Somewhat, yes.

9. lost someone special - Yeah...

10. been depressed - Yes...

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - Noooope!

fave colours:

12. Purple!

13. Burgundy!

14. Black!

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - I have! I’ve become better friends with people, too.

16. fallen out of love - NO THANK YOU.

17. laughed until you cried - Ooooh yeah. Good times.

18. found out someone was talking about you - Yaaaa...

19. met someone who changed you - YES.

20. found out who your friends are - Oh yeah.

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - Yeeeeaaaah...... hehe ;)

general:

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - Like 95% of them.

23. do you have any pets - Three kitties: Callie, Aries, and Griffin.

24. do you want to change your name - I’ve grown to like it.

25. what did you do for your last birthday - My partner took me on some adventures with my best friend, I got a tattoo, I went to Coldstone for the first time, and we went to Red Robin for dinner!

26. what time did you wake up today - 7:52 am. I was waiting for @girrlscout to launch her new products around 8 am!

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - Driving home from work.

28. what is something you can’t wait for - For more free time... HAHA.

30. what are you listening to right now - Trench album by Twenty One Pilots.

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom - I guess you could say I have.

32. something that’s getting on your nerves - Work tbh. Lack of communication and low motivation.

33. most visited website - Google calendar, my email, and tumblr.

34. hair colour - Brown with golden and red highlights.

35. long or short hair - Medium. My hair is growing!

36. do you have a crush on someone - I’ve got a big ol’ crush on my human 😍💕

37. what do you like about yourself - I’m a fan of my nose, eyes, hair color, and my eyebrows have grown on me a lot over these past couple years.

38. want any piercings? - I think I’m content with what I’ve got... If I were to get anymore I think it would be a piercing or two on my left cartilage, but I’m good for now!

39. blood type - AB+

40. nicknames - Ash, Ashie, Pretty Kitty, Love, Nala, A-Dawg (previous supervisor), Ashley-Washley (parents), AshFlo. There are a couple others that I can’t recall.

41. relationship status - Suuuuper in love with my partner 💕 sooo.... taken :)

42. zodiac - Cancer, yooooo. I got the tattoo to prove it ;)

43. pronouns - She/Her/Hers.

44. fave tv shows - Pushing Daisies, Parks and Rec, B-99, The Bold Type, Jane the Virgin, Atypical, Stranger Things, Super Store, Riverdale, Bates Motel, The OA (I enjoyed it), Broadchurch, Scream, Broad City, The Good Place, Bob’s Burgers, Teen Titans, Over the Garden Wall, Avatar the Last Airbender, A Series of Unfortunate Events... and so many more. Those are just ones I’ve enjoyed recently (AND FOREVER).

45. tattoos - Okay, I have five total tattoos, but I want so many more! First one is my Lion King tattoo on my back, left shoulder. It’s the Rafiki drawing of Simba and around him in all caps it says, “Remember who you are in the Circle of Life”. Second one is on my left outer arm. It’s the constellation of cancer, which is my zodiac sign. Third one is on my right outer wrist. It’s a song title from JoJo’s album Mad Love, and it says, “I am.” Fourth one is on my left inner arm. It is an equilateral triangle that appears right-side up when I look at it but upside down when someone else looks at it. The bottom and left lines are black while the right side is a rainbow (or spectrum of color). Fifth one is on my right inner arm. The outline is the state of Oregon and inside is a picture of Tillamook Head at sunset, a photo I took in my home town on New Year’s Eve in 2014.

46. right or left handed - Right handed.

47. ever had surgery - Yes. Ankle

48. piercings - I have a hoop in my left nostril, triple helix with studs on my right ear, and a cartilage hoop on my left ear. Oh, and my lobes are pierced.. just once!

49. sports - I haven’t played sports since high school, but I enjoy them for fun from time to time. I enjoy badminton a lot!

50. vacation - I’ve been on quite a few. I’m going on one in two weeks with my fam to Crater Lake and Wildlife Safari.

51. trainers - I’m a Pokemon Trainer! ;) Team Valor, but Soul Instinct.

more general:

52. eating - Nothing at the moment. I’m craving some Chinese food though.

53. drinking - Nothing... I should drink some water.

54. i’m about to watch - I think I’m good for the moment. Earlier I watched the new episode of the Good Place and Superstore, though.

55. waiting for - My Love to get home so we can go get my cartilage jewelry changed.

56. want - Chinese food, a burger, financial stability... ya know, the simple things, hahaha.

57. get married - Someday 💕💕💕

58. career - Counselor someday? I dunno. I’ve been debating this a lot since I’ve graduated undergrad. I want to work with the LGBTQ+ community in some way though.

which is better:

59. hugs or kisses - I love hugs, a lot. Kisses are pretty great, too, though.

60. lips or eyes - Eyes.

61. shorter or taller - Taller, probs. I’m already fairly short, but average.

62. older or younger - Younger, but only like by 2 years though. Any younger and I feel weird about since my sister is 3 years younger than me.

63. nice arms or stomach - Neither? But if I had to choose I guess arms.

64. hookup or relationship - Relationship, please.

65. troublemaker or hesitant - Uhh.... hesitant, I guess?

have you ever:

66. kissed a stranger - Nah.

67. drank hard liquor - Yeah.

68. lost glasses - Unfortunately...

69. turned someone down - Yeeep.

70. sex on first date - No thanks.

71. broken someones heart - I think so.

72. had your heart broken - Oooooh yeah.

73. been arrested - Nope.

74. cried when someone died - Yeah.

75. fallen for a friend - Yeeeeaaah, SUCH FUN.

do you believe in:

76. yourself - I try....

77. miracles - I like to believe so.

78. love at first sight - Yes and no.

79. santa claus - not for a while now.

80. kiss on a first date - sure, if we click.

81. angels - Eh, sure.

other:

82. best friend’s name - They know who they are, and that’s all that matters.

83. eye colour - Brown.

84. fave movie - THE LION KING.

85. fave actor - JoJo, Logan Lerman, Demi Lovato. I’m not too invested in actors.

I’ll tag... @sass-and-chocolate, @golddipped, @khlovgoth, @heartinthesand, and @kitkatkat18 <3

#thank you for the ask!#I love things #personal

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zarrie · 7 years

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Zarry prompt: Zayn doing a strip tease to H's song Woman, and Z is like wearing leather and lace ❤️❤️ Harry is like just sitting there not allowed to move and not touch, only look 😏😏

Hi flower petal, thank you for the prompt. I hope I bring this request some justice.

you can also read this on AO3

fair warning: I’m shit at smut and teasing. *cries*

Tags: Light BDSM, explicit sexual content and language

Should we just search for romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we will find?

The song is playing at low volume, Zayn purposely making it that way so he could hear Harry’s series of cusses and oh shit, zayn when he steps out the bathroom to reveal himself wearing the ‘special outfit’ Zayn put on for his and Harry’s date night.

He’s wearing the leather jacket he designed for Versus, the same jacket he wore for the Versus Versace photo shoot he had with Gigi.

Earlier in the week, Nick Grimshaw showed Harry that picture of Zayn during a radio interview, Zayn tries not to feel disappointed when he hears his boyfriend say, ‘That must be hot.’ instead of the usual, ‘You’re so hot, I want to do you in this table right now.’

Underneath the leather are some lacy underwear Gigi gave him as a joke. (Joke’s on her because Zayn remembers that time he dressed up as Veronica for the Best Song Ever music video and remembers Harry getting off on seeing him in his character’s lacy underwear.)

I’m selfish, I know

But I don’t ever want to see you with him

“Come here, babe.” Harry says as he makes grabby hands at Zayn, his usually bright green eyes turning into a dark shade.

Zayn chuckles at his boyfriend’s reaction and only teases him more by taking all the time in the world in walking towards him.

“Babe, come on,” Harry groans, a tent already forming in his crotch. “Stop teasing.”

I’m selfish, I know

I told you, but I know you never listen

Zayn stops in front of Harry and places his hands on top of his boyfriends. He leans down so they could be at eye level and kisses him chastely on the lips.

“I missed you,” Zayn says as soon as he withdraws from the kiss. He takes a seat on Harry’s lap and nuzzles his chest. “I missed this.”

Harry envelopes him in a tight embrace and begins to kiss and bite the side of Zayn’s neck, making sure to leave marks.

“I missed you too, babe,” he says into Zayn’s skin.

I hope you can see, the shape that I’m in

While he’s touching your skin

He’s right where I should,

where I should be

But you’re making me bleed

“I read the news today,” Zayn casually says, leaning back to give Harry better access to his chest. “Camille Rowe, huh?”

He groans into Zayn’s chest and pulls back to look him in the eye. “That was nothing,” he says, “You know how it is,”

And yes, Zayn knows. He’s been with Harry and been in the music industry long enough to know how things go. Zayn knows that Harry and Camille are just friends, just two people who are mutual friends with Alexa, who just so happened to meet in a concert.

But still, Zayn cannot help but feel jealous whenever he sees the other boy with someone else. He’s unusually unreasonable when it comes to Harry. Zayn cannot help himself.

Woman

Woman (la la la la la)

W-woman

“I know,” Zayn says, kissing him once again. “But still.. I think it deserves a consequence. Harry’s eyes darken at that, getting off on Zayn commanding him to do things in bed.

“Yeah?” he asks with a smirk.

Woman

“Yeah,” Zayn says, nodding at him and getting off of his lap. Harry tries to grab him to stop him from doing such action but Zayn’s too fast for him. “I don’t like seeing you with other people.”

“Yeah?” Harry says again with a mischievous smile. “What are you going to do about it, then?”

Woman (la la la la la)

W-woman

Woman

Harry pulls Zayn towards him, unable to get his hands off of him once he’s already started. A light bulb lights up inside Zayn’s head and he goes to push Harry off of him.

“Babe, stop teasing.” Harry whines, bottom lip jutting out. “I’m so hard. Want you.”

It’s Zayn’s turn to smirk, he leaves a whiny Harry at his chair and enters the closet to get some ties, he ignores his boyfriend in the other room who’s begging him to come back.

Once he’s back, he shows Harry the ties. He only raises an eyebrow at him but when Zayn ties on his wrist to the chair, His eyes light up in surprise and lust. Once Harry’s tied down completely to the chair, Zayn kisses him. Kisses him with all his might, making sure their lips are the only ones that meet.

Tempted, you know

Apologies are never gonna fix this

“Zayn,” Harry moans into the kiss. He withdraws from their heated kiss, making Harry whine once more.

“Your consequence,” Zayn says with an evil smirk. “This is your consequence.”

“What is?”

Zayn leans down so he could whisper something in his boyfriend’s ear. “I’m going to strip each layer of clothing I have on and you can only watch.” he says, making Harry gasp. “No touching.” And before Harr could retort, Zayn takes the third tie he took from Harry’s closet and ties the tie around his mouth shut.

I’m empty, I know

Promises are broken like a stitch is

Zayn begins to sway left and right, trying to stop himself to burst out laughing at how silly he’s acting. Harry doesn’t seem to think he’s silly because he only watches him with dark, lustful eyes.

He slowly slides the leather off of his shoulder whilst swaying, making sure not to break eye contact with Harry.

“Do you like this babe?” Zayn asks as soon as the the leather jacket hits the floor. “Does this turn you on?”

Harry replies by attempting to jerk towards him but his restraints keep him in place, making Zayn smile in satisfaction.

“I think that that’s a yes.”

I hope you can see, the shape I’ve been in

While he’s touching your skin

Zayn then turns around to present Harry with his back, he leans down as if he’s picking something up from the floor to give Harry a good view of his ass. He hears Harry groan despite the cover in his mouth.

He stands straight again and begin to slowly take the lace underwear he has on, making sure to continue swaying as the fabrics slips down his legs. Harry tries to tell Zayn something but the sounds come out muffled.

Zayn’s pretty sure he’s begging for him to turn around so he could have a clear view of his cock.

This thing upon me, howls like a beast

You flower, you feast

Once the lacy underwear is completely off, he turns around to show Harry his hardened cock. Zayn takes a mental note at how Harry’s eyes widen in interest.

He wraps a hand around himself and catches the pre cum the leaks from the tip with his pointer finger and goes to untie the tie Harry has on his mouth. Once his mouth is free, Zayn offers him his finger and he eagerly taste it.

“Babe,” Harry moans, lips still on the finger. “Want you. I want you so bad.”

Zayn perches on Harry lap, making sure to keep his balance to keep himself from falling off of his boyfriend and goes put an arm around his neck whilst tugging himself with the other.

“You do?” Zayn asks with a smug smile. He leans into his boyfriend and kisses him senseless. He tugs at his short curls, leaving marks at the nape of his neck.

Harry pushes his tongue inside Zayn’s mouth which he gladly accepts, sucking and biting in the right places to keep the other boy satisfied.

Zayn goes to unbutton Harry’s jean and push them down to his knees, the image of his big, cut cock instantly making Zayn’s mouth water.

Woman

Zayn removes himself from Harry’s lap and goes down to his knees. He has his hands on his boyfriend’s lap, his eyes looking at the cock hungrily.

“Please, babe” Harry begs, egging his hips forward, wanting some relief. “Want your mouth.” Zayn smiles at him a final time and wraps his lips around Harry’s dick, pretending to choke when he deep throats him cause Harry gets off on that.

Woman (la la la la la)

Harry’s screaming litanies of ‘shit shit shit’ the same time the song in the background sings its la la la la la. It makes Zayn smile even though there’s a dick in his mouth.

W-woman

“I’m coming,” Harry warns him, “Shit babe, I’m coming.”

Woman

Zayn wraps a hand around Harry’s length and tugs, he releases Harry’s dick from his mouth, a faint point echoing in the walls of Harry’s bedroom. He licks the vein in Harry dick, making his boyfriend’s legs shake in want.

Woman

“Baby, I’m close.” Harry manages to say. He’s looking at Zayn darkly, eyes clouding with lust. Zayn knows what that look means, he wants to come inside Zayn’s pretty mouth. He complies and takes him in his mouth again and sucked as hard as he can, he sucks like his life depended on it.

Woman (la la la la la)

And like a trigger, Harry comes the moment the speakers sings it’s la la la’s. Zayn making sure to swallow every bit of it because god, he’s missed this. He’s been spending way too much time in LA working on the second album and Harry’s been doing a lot of promos for Dunkirk.

He needs to start planning his and Harry’s schedules. They were stupid for thinking it was okay to be separated for a couple of weeks, completely stupid.

W-woman

Once Harry has emptied everything in Zayn’s mouth, he goes to face him in eye level. Harry has a blissed look on his face, like he’s just had best sex ever. (Well, he did, to be fair.)

“Don’t look too comfortable,” Zayn says, untying Harry from his restraints. “Still have work to do.” gesturing towards his swollen dick.

Woman

Once untied, Harry positions Zayn so he could face him. A smirk present on his face.

“Don’t worry baby,” he says smugly, “I’ll take care of you.” And with that, Harry Styles, like the smug fuck he is, lubes up his fingers proceeded to open Zayn up with his expert fingers and fucks into him.

#i'm the worst at writing angst smh #thank you for testing me anon lmao #zarry #boyfriends #my writing #ask jill #anonymous flower

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jongyonce · 7 years

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Something I wanna get off my chest about “having to love every single bandmember”.

Okay, before you start reading I can already tell you ahead that if I get messages such as “you’re not a fan if you don’t love all members” without any explanation as to why you think that should be the case... don’t even bother. I will delete them straight away. I have experienced these ‘content-less’ messages in the past and they’re just not worth it.

Also, to make it easier for me to write and probably for you to read I’ll just keep the topic limited to SHINee and just tag SHINee, but obviously this counts for each and every single group/ band out there worldwide.

So, not too long ago I saw this post about how someone was very happy that they haven’t met (m)any shawols yet that don’t like all the members. To make a post like that is perfectly fine, to make any kind of post is fine because you’re free to do so, but you do hope your post will reach out other fans. This post in particular did. I don’t have the link to it because it has been a while since I’ve seen it, but it was a really simple post that just stated some facts of the op’s life. Posts like that get reblogged because people agree with it or are just very happy for that person. Needless to say, posts like that come with added tags, in this case tags that mentioned how ‘shawols should love all members and not just one, two or anything less than all five of them’. I can slightly understand why they think that.

However.

You do not have to love all five members to be/ call yourself a fan. You don’t have to love any of the members to be/ call yourself a fan. There is a huge different between loving someone (whether it’s on an intimate level, a platonic level, etc.) and respecting someone. There’s also a huge difference between loving someone and loving their work. When I was 12 I became a fan of Tokio Hotel, a band I think most of you know or even were a fan of as well in the past. I dare to admit that I was what you call ‘an annoying fangirl’ - disagreeing with anything bad anyone ever said about them, I also agreed on that all bandmembers should be loved and not just Bill and Tom (because let’s be real, a lot of people didn’t care much for Georg and Gustav as people). It’s now 10 years later, I’m 22 and I am a fan of SHINee, I am a Shawol. I support them by viewing their MV’s (as a group as well as their solo projects/ duo projects/ you name it), I have supported them by buying physical albums, goodies and what not. I have come to an age where I am more aware of the things around me, the things that I do, the things that I don’t do, the things that I care for. Every time I can add a number up to my age I realize I have gotten a lot more ‘mature’ than the year before.

Over five years ago I became a fan of SHINee, and guess what? I did not care for Minho. At all. I didn’t like his voice, I didn’t like his face, his eyes were too big and his head too small, I would have cut out his parts of the song if I knew how back then. Now, five years later, I love Minho, I love his voice, his face a glorious piece of art and I’d scream his name the loudest. My OTP is Jongho and it has been for the past 4,5 years. Before Jongho became my otp I even had a few months of Minho being my bias. As of now I dare to admit that I don’t love Key. His singing is great, his rapping is great, I respect him as an artist and I fully support him as a bandmember as well as an actor. Generally I support his solo activities. I just don’t love him as a person. There’s not really something about him that makes me feel like I could be a fan of him as an individual person. Whereas some of you may go absolutely nuts over his fashionsense, I don’t. Dare I admit I often even think it looks absolutely ridiculous. Does that make me a bad or fake fan? No. Because I don’t have to love him, or any other member, in order to be a fan of a group that entertains people musically. I don’t listen to their music/ buy their album because they may be good looking. You can be fan of someone’s music and you can be a fan of someone as a person. But just because you can be a fan of both, it doesn’t mean you have to be. Over the years I’ve seen a lot of shows that included them, it’s a way of getting to know them a little better personally. Some personalities just may not fit with you either and that’s partly how I concluded that I simply don’t feel like Key is the kind of guy that would fit me in any way. That’s perfectly fine

That being said, I do think each member deserves to be respected equally because obviously SHINee wouldn’t be the SHINee we know now if it wasn’t for all members. They have all participated in producing some of their music in whatever way possible, whether it be writing, producing, helping with choreography... None of the members would be in the band if they didn’t all put their hard work into it. If one of them would fail in one thing, they would all fail. Fortunately for us they haven’t failed and are even respected by a lot, if not most of the other Korean artists out there from all kinds of companies, due to the fact that next year they will hit their 10 year anniversary as a complete group with all original members. They may not win every single trophy they could possibly win, they may not be liked by everyone, they may not get the 20 million views on youtube but that does not mean they don’t work hard as a group and as individuals. So remember, all members deserve to be respected for their hard work but you do not have to love (all of) them in order to be a fan. In the end it’s you who decides whether or not you’re worthy of the name Shawol. It’s you who decides when and why you do or do not like a member. It’s all up to you and no one else, please don’t ever feel like you have to love them all just because there are other Shawols out there who think you should. It’s initially about their music, their good looks may just be some lucky coincidence. And uhh... no you don’t have to like all of their songs either. It’s perfectly fine to skip a song because that’s just personal taste.

#shinee #jonghyun #key #minho #onew #taemin #personal ish

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sinsiriuslyemo · 7 years

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Good morning all!! I promise I’m going to get to the Cuba v DR inquiries in my inbox as soon as I adult lol I’ve already established it’s going to be my reward for putting the last coat on the kitchen and hanging pictures in the basement! For now, let’s enjoy a new episode of Cuba v DR!

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EPISODE 5

“Oh fuck,” Lila groaned and laughed as she kissed down Izzy’s naked skin, collapsing on top of the girl, both basking in the aftermath of an orgasm.

“Mmm, please come to New York more often,” Izzy purred as she heard the front door open. “That’s my brother.” She didn’t want to move, arms and body weighed down with exhaustion.

“Izzy!! We’re home, and we brought you guys dinner,” Rafael called out.

“I go where the wind blows,” Lila said softly, looking over at Izzy. “You should come with me,�� she suggested.

Izzy snorted a laugh. “You go where the checks pay, dork,” she kissed her passionately.

“That’s usually where the wind blows,” Lila replied in a chuckle.

“I wanna stay here with my brother, I’m just getting to really know him.”

“Well…I guess if I found a steady gig in one place, I could plant. I dunno, I kinda like seeing the world, going from place to place,” Lila answered. “But someday, I’ll get married, and she and I will live wherever our hearts are content. Maybe New York…or Paris,” she whispered, kissing Izzy’s shoulder.

“I’d love to live in Paris someday,” she smiled and nuzzled her nose against Lila’s. “Maybe have a kid or two,” she whispered seriously.

Lila smiled back at her, sighing softly just as the bedroom door opened.

“Izzy, we bro–” Rafael stopped dead in his tracks, looking away from the two on the bed. “Jesus Christ,” he sighed under his breath, closing the door again. “If you ladies ever want to eat…food! Eat food, it’s in the fridge,” he called through the door, moving back to Roxie and pointing towards the bedroom. “They’re having sex,” he said with a grossed out look. “Has no one ever heard of locking their doors?” he mumbled. “Least put a sock on the knob.”

She giggled, “Lila doesn’t have another gig in the states for almost a year, she came down specifically to see your sister. They’re going to get married someday, Lila’s entire new album is about Izzy. Don’t tell her though,” Roxie winked.

“That does not mean they can’t lock the door. I saw entirely too much, more than I ever wanted to see of my sister,” he replied. “That is sweet that she came though. I like Lila for Izzy, Cleo is…nice, but she’s best for Eddie.”

“Lila likes Lila for Izzy too,” Roxie giggled. “My money is that they’ll be married long before we ever get to it,” she said seriously. She knew Lila was determined. The girls loved each other, even if they didn’t know it yet.

“Excuse me, and how could you possibly know that?” he asked, feigning offense.

“Because I know them and I know us,” she giggled.

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” he asked, now genuinely curious.

“You and I will take our time, we’ll cherish every moment, spend every kiss like it’s our first and last all at once. We’ll build up to the moment. But Lila and Izzy are both kindred spirits, they need freedom and spontaneity. They’ll probably get married somewhere crazy the same day Lila asks.”

“Alright,” he replied, kissing her lips. “I’ll give you that one,” he added against her mouth, kissing her one more time. “So what would you like to do tonight? We can take in a show, go to dinner, maybe a romantic carriage ride through the city. Anything you want. Your wish is my command.”

“No carriage rides, I think it’s terrible what they do to horses,” she said softly. “Do you have the carriages carried by people? Those are fine.”

He chuckled. “No, no carriage carried by people,” he replied. “Okay, forget the carriage ride. How about I just take you on a sunset sail to the statue of liberty?” he asked, winding his arms around her waist and wiggling his brows a little.

“I like that idea,” she smiled. “But, I could also love staying in bed.”

“Anything you want,” he whispered against her cheek, softly swaying her back and forth in a stationary circle.

She giggled, moving and tickling him, kissing his jaw and poking him right in the forehead with her index finger.

“Tag, you’re it.”

“Really? I’m a grown man, Roxie…” he replied in a smirk, shaking his head slowly before he started to chase her around the living room.

She giggled nervously as she ducked his attempts to catch her, him laughing along with her. Finally his arms shot out and caught her around the waist, hoisting her onto his shoulder and playfully spanking her ass.

“What are you gonna do now, young lady?” he teased, gently pinching beneath her ass cheek. “Hm?”

She was laughing, a mess of giggles and screams, nipping at his shoulder blade and growling. “To the bedroom!” she demanded with a happy laugh.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered in a chuckle, carrying her into his bedroom and gently kicking the door shut. Setting her down on her feet, he smirked down at her, cupping her face and kissing her forehead.

She grinned at him and kissing him, so in love in that moment.

“Make love to me,” she ordered.

Smiling down at her, he reached down and slowly peeled her shirt off, letting his fingertips graze over her skin. Reaching back after a few moments, he unclasped her bra with nimble fingers and pulled that off as well. He dipped his head, hand cradling her cheek as his mouth connected with hers in a soft, sensual kiss. Moving his lips down the length of her neck, he nibbled on her collarbone, continuing to her breasts. He took first one nipple into his mouth, then the other, sucking softly and tenderly biting down.

As he kissed down her stomach, Rafael got down to his knees in front of her, hands working to get her pants off, licking his lips at the sight of her panties. He nibbled on her lower belly, kissing every inch he could reach, keeping away from her center for the time being.

“Oh Rafael,” she breathed and shuddered as she tried to arch up towards his mouth. “I need to feel you inside of me, nothing else right now,” she begged. “I just need to feel your cock inside of me.”

“You asked me to make love to you,” he purred against her belly. “And it’s been awhile since the last time we were together.” He kissed the juncture that connected her thigh to her hip. “So I’ll be taking my time,” he said firmly, standing up and moving behind her, hands stroking over her soft skin before one paw drifted down her stomach.

He turned his head to nibble on her ear, laying kisses over her neck while his fingers dipped into the front of her panties. Groaning at the wetness that met his digits, he looked over her shoulder to watch himself touch her, free hand cupping to firmly cup her breast and roll her nipple between his thumb and index finger. His cock was straining against his jeans and he rocked his hips forward to let her feel him.

“Can you feel how hard I am for you, mi amor?” he purred against her ear.

She groaned and nodded breathlessly. “Yes I can feel you,” she whispered. “You feel so big, Rafael I want you.”

“Papi,” he purred against her jaw, one, then two fingers sliding into her pussy and beginning a slow in and out pace, which his hips mimicked against the small of her back.

“Oh god, please, papi,” she begged as a shiver ran down her spine at the words. She was much more vocal this time, back arched as she gasped and writhed in pleasure.

Humming against her neck, he withdrew his hand and gave her a light spank.

“Lie on the bed,” he whispered and waited until she obeyed before taking his shirt off, tossing it on the floor.

He took his time with his jeans, but discarded those as well, stepping closer to in order to pull her panties off. He licked his lips when her sex came into view and bent to give her an open-mouthed kiss on her clit. Turning her over onto her stomach, he gave her another playful spank, pushing down his underwear and climbing on top of her. His knee nudged her legs open before he lined himself up with her entrance and pushed into her slowly.

Rafael groaned deeply as his hips touched hers, his hands bringing her wrists to rest above her head as he dipped to lay wet kisses over her back. He gave her time to adjust, tucking his knees under her thighs.

“Is this what you want, cariño?” he purred against her ear. “Hm?” He accentuated the last inquiry with a deliberate roll of his hips.

She nodded desperately, cheeks flushed red as she licked her lips and begged. Smirking to himself, he began to move inside her, slow but intense. One hand moved under her chin to pull her head back far enough to kiss her forehead, then her nose. He reached lower, kissing her lips upside down.

She gasped, moaning against his mouth, whining and panting as she kissed him with everything she had. He sighed audibly, moving his kisses over her cheek, down to her neck where he bit the spot that led to her shoulder. He groaned at the mark he left, moving a little harder against her as one hand rubbed over her frame, settling on her hip. Planting another series of sporadic, wet kisses over her skin, he moaned loudly.

“Does that feel good, mi amor?” he growled against her skin.

“Yes, papi,” she whimpered obediently, legs spread further.

“Tell me,” he whispered, thrusting harder and a little faster. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I need your cock, I love it. I’m your girl, your Roxie,” she whispered. “Make me yours.”

“Now, now, cariño, if you whisper, how can you be sure I’ve heard you?” he asked playfully, lightly biting her earlobe before he got to his knees, gripping her hips and pounding into her even harder. “Tell me again how much you love my cock,” he purred.

“I love it,” she whimpered louder this time, gasping and slamming back against his cock. “Give it to me, please, please.”

Rafael groaned, the steady sound of slapping skin growing louder in the room as he bottomed out inside her. Suddenly he stopped, laying back on top of her and rolling them over until he was on his back, her reclined on top of him. His knees held hers apart as his hands ran over her stomach.

“I think you’ll love this position, because look now how easy it is for me to do this,” he whispered, still thrusting up into her as his hands moved up to massage her breasts, pinching her nipples. “Plus, can you feel how well my cock is sliding against the special, sweet spot inside you?”

She could barely breathe she was feeling so perfect, dripping wet as she whined and covered her mouth to keep quieter. His head turned to nibble on her ear, and he suddenly felt the need to be able to look into her eyes when they came. Rolling them over again, he pulled out, earning a whimper from her. Smirking, he turned her onto her back, mounting her again and sliding right back in.

“Extend your legs and wrap them around mine,” he whispered, arms framing her beautiful face as he kissed her deeply.

She did what she was told and smiled, kissing him back breathlessly and looking into his eyes.

“Rafael,” she whined.

He moaned, beginning to move again, this time deep and slow, with just enough intensity to keep her on the edge.

“I love you so much,” he mumbled. “And now I want you to be a good girl, and come for me,” he said, his voice reclaiming his dominant tone as he arched slightly to repeatedly hit her gspot.

She gasped passionately and came hard, raking her nails painfully down his back and kissing him as his own release quickly followed. Grunting against her mouth, his tongue tangled with hers, hands threading into her hair as he thrust through their orgasms. Breaking their kiss gently, he panted against her cheek as he relaxed against her. He dropped sweet, tender kisses over each of her eyes, her nose, over her neck.

She held him close, breathing hard as she licked sweat off his body, kissing him hungrily.

“I am so in love with you,” she whispered. “Move in with me,” she mumbled against his skin. “We can buy a place.”

He smiled, kissing her softly again, groaning a little before he pulled back and licked his lips as he looked down at her.

“I thought you said you wanted to get your own place,” he answered breathlessly.

“Why delay the inevitable? I love you, and I want to live with you, I want to be with you.”

“I love you too,” he answered, kissing her again, he wasn’t able to get enough of her. “Roxie, you just got here. We just started dating,” he whispered gently, stroking a hand over her hair. “Let’s just slow down a little, until you get your footing,” he added, kissing over her cheeks and nuzzling his nose against her. “You haven’t even had a chance to explore the city yet. Let’s enjoy each other now that we can finally, really be together.”

Roxie took a deep breath and nodded, her face fell but she just rested her head against his neck.

“Please don’t be upset while I’m still inside you,” he said with a smirk, kissing her neck. “Relocating to another country is already such a huge step, we don’t have to go through all the steps at once.”

She nodded, still silent, and pressed kisses to his skin.

“Roxie, please talk to me,” he whispered, picking his head up to look down at her. His hand lovingly stroked over her hair.

“There’s nothing to be said, love, I know you’re right,” she said honestly.

He frowned a little, “Why do I feel as though I’m hurting you?” he asked softly.

“You aren’t hurting me, it’s just disappointing,” she smiled a bit.

“That’s even worse, I never want to disappoint you,” he replied, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Never.”

“Can I share my irrational feelings and then let you hug and kiss me.”

He nodded his head. “Please.”

“I took a leap, a split decision to move here…it’s selfish but I want to know that I’m not leaping…alone.”

He shook his head, smiling a little down at her.

“You’re not,” he whispered. “I do want to live with you, but it would be selfish of me if we did. I know that you have a better chance of carving out your own life here if you get your own place for now. I don’t want to become your whole world and watch you lose your identity. I love you so much, I want you to be happy here, not just because of me but because you’ve made your own footprint in this city,” he answered. “You were never leaping alone,” he added.

“Now I want the hugs and kisses to make it better,” she whispered.

“I love you,” he whispered against her mouth, kissing her passionately. “I love you,” he said again, moving his smooches over every inch of her face. “I love you so much.”

She smiled and nodded, “I love you too.”

Nevada and Omar sat across from Jasper, waiting for the Englishman to get off the phone. When he finally did, Jasper smiled at the two men in leather sitting in front of his desk.

“Gentleman, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Jasper asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Los Tiburones,” Nevada began. “We paid them a little visit today, give them a chance to back off and fall in line. They weren’t having it. We got plans for tonight pero…his daughter. She might be a problem. Figured maybe a problem you could help us with,” he said.

“Of course. What do you need?”

“Esta muchacha is an aspiring comedian. She’s got her first set tonight at the Apollo off 117th, ten o’clock. You know any big names that can offer to make all her dreams come true after they’ve seen her set?” Nevada asked.

Jasper nodded, “It can be arranged.” He took out a small box and slid it over to Omar. “For your fiancé,” he said gently.

Omar furrowed his brows, taking the small box and nodding his head.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“Bueno, then we go as planned tonight. Maybe do a little shopping at their bodegas, you know. Browse a little bit,” Nevada mused, standing up and shaking Jasper’s hand. “We’ll get in touch when it’s done. You might wanna give your people a heads up. They ain’t gonna take this shit lying down. They’re gonna retaliate, we don’t know who they’ll go after. So watch your ass, mi hermano.”

“Will do,” he smiled and nodded at Nevada. “I have a meeting across town, but I will be in touch, my phone is always on for you,” he nodded to each gentleman.

Nevada nodded, gesturing to Omar to follow him out. “Alright, and you’ll set that up at the Apollo, si?”

“Consider it a done deal.”

“Chevere,” Nevada replied, nodding. He and Omar walked out, saying goodbye to the secretary on their way out.

When they got back to the SUV, Nevada looked over at OJ.

“We all set?”

“The Jefe’s will be at the warehouse on 180th in thirty minutes,” OJ replied, earning a nod from Nevada.

Omar stared at the box and frowned. “How did he even know I was engaged?” He snorted a laugh and turned to Nevada, shaking the box. “He got me a gift before you two fuckers did.”

Nevada looked back at Omar with a smirk.

“Blackwood’s got eyes everywhere, mi hermano,” he replied. “Y oye, we’re getting you something sentimental, pendejo.”

“Yeah, bro. That shit takes time, and imagination,” OJ chimed with a smirk of his own.

“Yeah, unless you want us to get you one of those strap-ons. We know how bad you’ve wanted one of those,” Nevada teased, laughing heartily. “You’ll get your fucking present. Pero, oye, no es por nada pero you never got me and Dama a present for our engagement ni un carajo. So I don’t know why you’re giving us shit about it,” he added with a playful nudge.

“Oye pendejo, who do you think bought you guys that new China set? Your wife wrote me a thank you note for it, she even put your name on it,” he laughed. “As if you’d ever write a fucking thank you note, she makes the kids write them too, got one from Eddie for letting him stay there for a while.”

“Jesus, thank Christ she doesn’t ask me to write them,” Nevada mumbled.

Omar laughed, “I think it’s nice she teaches them manners. Even Lily drew Amber and I a picture as a thank you for her birthday present.”

“You’re the only rude one in that family,” OJ chuckled.

“Fuck you, bro. You know you don’t write thank you cards either,” Nevada shot back as they pulled up to the warehouse. “Don’t think your wife doesn’t complain to me all the time ‘Aye hermanito, es que he never wants to help me do anything. Not even thank you cards.’” He did his best impression of OJ’s wife.

“Who the fuck wants to write ‘thank you’ cards?” OJ replied and Nevada laughed as Omar shook his head absently, smile on his features.

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Friday Night Gurus - Chapter 3

Series: JJBA Ships: josuyasu, koichi/yukako (others will eventually happen too, but im tagging as i go) Tags: au where theyre famous, modern au, pining, recreational drug use (smoking that wacky tabaccy), some angst in this one lads Rating: M (eventually there will be sex, so that rating will keep climbing)

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i have never not been ready to be murdered by my own two hands.

“Oh fuck,” Josuke moaned, white knuckling his kitchen counter as he was thrust into over and over again. Rough hands were gripping his hips hard enough to leave bruises, and by God, Josuke hoped they did. He had always been way too loud during anything remotely sexual, and right now was no exception. The right spot was hit, Josuke felt like electricity was passing through his body, “God, right there, I’m close—“

One of the hands on his hip reached up for his hair, pulling up him with a gentle, yet firm grip, causing him to arch his back against the person behind him.

A mouth pressed against his ear, breath hot and voice harsh, “Beg me.”

“Please, please, please let me cum, please—“

Josuke’s earlobe got caught between teeth, while the hand tugging on his hair moved to his dick, roughly jerking him off. He was seeing stars, his voice going up a few octaves as he neared the edge, “Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” Josuke’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, inhaling sharply as he started to orgasm, “Oh fuck, Oku—“

“PEOPLE’S ELBOOOOW.”

Josuke woke up to a sudden, crushing elbow to his gut, shrieking in a totally manly way. It was completely dark in his room, but he could make out the black outline of a hulking man rolling around on his bed, snorting like the piggy bitch he was. “Man, I wish I would have turned on the light so I could have seen your face,” the big asshole wheezed, his laugh almost coming out in a stereotypical French ‘honhonhon’.

“JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF, I’M GONNA LITERALLY MURDER YOU,” Josuke roared, struggling to sit up to push Polnareff’s muscly ass off of him.

Polnareff cackled like a witch, jumping up before Josuke could start punching him, “Up and at them, Josuke. It’s time for our run. I’ll be waiting downstairs.”

After Polnareff retreated, Josuke flopped back down, heart still racing. Waiting for his heart rate to return to normal, he grabbed his phone to check the time. It was 6 o’clock in the godforsaken morning. He regretted many things. He regretted giving Polnareff a key to his house. He especially regretted the dream he woke up from and the puddle of cum that had pooled in his underwear.

He put his pillow over his face and screamed. What a fuckin’ mess.

Three hours later, at a much more acceptable time to be awake, Josuke found himself sleepily watching Pol sashay around his kitchen while making omelets. Polnareff was a nutritionist, gym owner, fitness model, and Josuke’s personal trainer. He’d met Polnareff when he was introduced to his father’s side of the family so many years ago; he had been Jotaro’s roommate in college, and Holly, Josuke’s sister, basically considered Pol to be a second son (much to Jotaro’s chagrin and Polnareff’s delight). So not only did Polnareff wake him up at an ungodly hour twice a week, he got to nag and annoy Josuke at all other times as well.

“I have to say, I’m surprised that I didn’t see your friend in there with you this morning. You two are together a lot.”

Polnareff was keeping his tone casual, but Josuke knew exactly where this was headed, “Me and Oku don’t hang out all the time—“

“Josuke, this is the first morning in almost three months that I have walked into your room to wake you up and didn’t see him,” Polnareff pointed a spatula at him, “Can’t argue with the facts.”

He couldn’t, and Josuke despised it.

Ever since the first night he came over, Okuyasu had kept his word about making sure Josuke wasn’t lonely. Between Arrowhead slowing down their activities between their last tour and recording their next album, and Josuke taking a yearlong vacation, they both found themselves with a lot of free time. So, Okuyasu was stayed the night at least three or four times a week. They got high, played videogames, watched stupid movies, took late night drives together, ate food that was terrible for them. Slept in the same bed, and basically cuddled every night they watched a movie together. You know, normal friend stuff.

People like Okuyasu were so rare in Josuke’s life. He never put him on a pedestal like Josuke was some untouchable god or free ticket to fame. He was so grateful to have a friend that saw past all of his fame and fortune, and saw him as he was: just Josuke. It was wonderful and so refreshing.

However, there was one caveat.

Josuke had found himself head over heels in love with Okuyasu, and had to physically restrain himself from making any moves onto his friend. The better he got to know him, the worse it became. He had a sharp ache in his chest whenever he thought about his feelings, and his brain shrieked KISS HIM KISS HIM KISS HIM anytime Oku’s face got remotely near his, or whenever Oku would look at him with a shy smile, or even when Okuyasu cried over something like shelter animals or sad movies. It was all so endearing and Josuke couldn’t get enough of him. For all his flirtations, and for all of the content in his songs that implied that Josuke was some kind of suave, smooth talker, he couldn’t bring himself to risk the first real friendship he’d had in years.

“So what? We hang out a lot, it’s not a big deal,” Josuke forced his voice to remain neutral, “Didn’t you use to bitch and moan at me about never hanging out with anyone besides you assholes, Jolyne, and Koichi?”

“Ignoring your hurtful words, yes I did complain,” Polnareff flipped both omelets onto separate plates; he placed on in front of Josuke and then sat across in the table from him, resting his chin on the top of his water bottle, “But that’s not my point.”

“Then what is?” Josuke arched an eyebrow at him, daring Polnareff to say what he was thinking.

Polnareff was quiet for a few moments before answering, “You should tell him that you’re in love with him.”

Of course Polnareff knew how Josuke felt. He had been the one who had barged in on Josuke lovingly pushing stray hairs out of Okuyasu’s face while he slept one morning. Josuke blurted out everything in a panic while they went for their run, begging him to not speak of it to anyone, especially Okuyasu.

“Absolutely not,” Josuke said flatly.

“You are fucking up, my friend, but it’s your decision,” Polnareff sat up straight and pointed at the omelet in front of him, “Eat that before it gets cold.”

The rest of the conversation was Polnareff talking about some kind of nonsense, Josuke was only paying half-attention because he was still really tired, hungry, and slightly irritated at the earlier conversation. Yeah, like it was so easy to tell your best friend that he was hot and you wanted to kiss him all over, and you were in love with him, haha, full homo bro—

Josuke was pulled out his thoughts to the sound of his text notification going off. His heart did some weird somersault when he saw that Okuyasu had texted him (Josuke finally got his number when Oku put it in his phone for him):

Oku: mornin dude :D

Oku: u doin anythin tonight?

Josuke: nah I aint got anything going on, why?

Oku: were playin a secret show at echoes bar tonight. u wanna come?

He wants me to come see him play, Josuke wheezed inwardly. He responded immediately:

Josuke: HELL YES I DO

Oku: :D hell yeah dude

Oku: i think yukako is gonna invite koichi too, so ill let hazamada kno that yall are gonna be there. he’ll have ur backstages passes ready.

Oku: also word to the wise, wear shorts and a tanktop. the bar gets super hot during shows. ull die in anything else

The rest of their texts were directions, Josuke saying he was excited, and an abundance of smiley face emotes from Okuyasu.

“Oi! Josuke! Stop ignoring me!”

“Oh shit, sorry dude,” Josuke had completely forgotten Polnareff was there, “Did you ask me something?”

Polnareff pouted, “You are so rude to me. I was asking you if you wanted to get dinner with me, Noriaki, and Jolyne tonight. Jotaro is still out in the field and Mo is doing some college thing, so it’ll just be the four of us.”

Josuke couldn’t stop himself from breaking out into a huge grin, “Sorry, I got plans tonight.”

The upside to having a signature look was that if Josuke had his hair down or in a ponytail, no one recognized him. So when he stood in the very back of Echoes with Koichi, trying to not get trampled by the massive crowd, no one bothered him.

Not that they would’ve anyways. What was happening on stage was infinitely more interesting.

The music was so loud, Josuke could feel it vibrate into his chest. His ears were starting to ring a little, but he didn’t care. Oku’s voice was amazing when he recorded in a studio, but listening to him live was almost like an out of body experience. His voice just crashed over him like the tide, and Josuke wanted it to sweep him out to sea.

Oku hadn’t been lying when he said the club got too hot; all four members of Arrowhead were various states of undress. Josuke could only see half of Yuuya, but he looked like he was naked behind his drum kit. Yukako had her hair up in a high ponytail, wearing ass eating shorts and a cutoff tank top. Keicho was shirtless and in shorts, hair down out of his normal…whatever he had going on there. Oku was dressed more or less the same, but the difference was Okuyasu was infinitely more attractive. Josuke could see the band of his boxer briefs peak up over the waist of his shorts, and licked his lips unconsciously.

Okuyasu was sweaty, loose hairs from his ponytail were falling his face, and looked like he was having a blast, giving all he had and then some. Josuke didn’t think it could’ve been possible, but he fell more in love with him as he watched. All he wanted was to find out what skin that stretched over his hip bones tasted like.

“Koichi, I’m gay.” Josuke moaned.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you,” Koichi called back.

“I said I’m gay!”

Koichi just gave him a very confused look, clearly not understanding what he was saying.

“I’M GAY!” Josuke hollered, grabbing Koichi by the shoulders and shaking him for emphasis.

“Agh! I get it, I get it! Stop!!!”

Yukako noticed them first. After they finished a song, and was in the process of swapping guitars out, Yukako grabbed Okuyasu by the bicep and whispered in his ear. He looked over to the corner Josuke and Koichi were in, and his face lit like the sun. He waved excitedly, which Josuke couldn’t help but wave back, matching his enthusiasm and smile. Okuyasu walked over to a short, sallow looking dude and pointed over towards them. A few minutes later, the roadie appeared beside them, “Here’s your passes, follow me.”

The backstage was kind of cramped, filled with at least a dozen good looking women. Josuke tried to stand away from them, half afraid of being recognized and half wanting to avoid hearing about which band members they wanted to fuck.

When the show ended, the groupies rushed at the bandmembers as they filed off stage. Yukako lips curled into a snarl and elbowed her way over to Koichi; when in front of him, the ice melted and she gave him a sweet smile before planting a kiss on his lips. Koichi froze momentarily before returning the smooch. Josuke had asked Koichi a few weeks ago what was up with him and Yukako. All he got in response was a shrug and a “We’re dating??”

Keicho and Yuuya were wrapped up in all the attention from the groupies, who were fawning over all over them (Yuuya wasn’t naked, and Josuke thanked his lucky stars he didn’t have to see Yuuya’s penis). Girls were too busy playing with Keicho’s hair and rubbing on Yuuya to notice that Okuyasu had quietly slipped in behind them. Good, Josuke sighed with relief, He’ll keep it lowkey.

Which he immediately ruined by shouting, “JOSUKE!” and pounding over to him, nearly knocking Josuke off of his feet with a hug, “YOU CAME!”

Okuyasu was too warm and sweaty, and if there was a god, he would prevent Okuyasu from feeling how hard Josuke was getting from feeling his bare chest press against him. Josuke returned the hug with ferocity, “Of course I did, I said I would.” He pulled back to look Okuyasu in the face, and also prevent his errant boner from rubbing up against him. “It were fantastic, I’m so blown away! You’re amazing, Okuyasu.” Josuke beamed at him, and the tears that filled Okuyasu’s eyes made his stomach flutter.

“You mean that?” he croaked.

“Yeah!”

“Pinky promise?”

Josuke hooked his pinky with Okuyasu’s, “Pinky promise.”

Okuyasu gave him a watery smile before hugging him again, “Thanks. That means a lot, coming from you,” Oku whispered against his shoulder.

If there wasn’t a million pairs of eyes on him, Josuke would have said ‘fuck it’ and kissed Okuyasu right then and there, but he was too chicken. “You’re welcome, Oku,” Josuke pulled away again, “Go shower and then we’ll get out of here.”

“Oh shit,” Okuyasu rubbed the back his neck, looking sheepish, “Sorry, I got like super sweaty and gross.”

Josuke gave him a friendly punch in the arm, “S’fine dude, I don’t care. I’m gonna go smoke, so just come outside when you’re done.” Okuyasu made an assenting noise before jogging off to go shower. Pointedly ignoring Yuuya’s waggling eyebrows and some indecipherable look from Keicho, Josuke swiveled on his heels and left.

It was late summer, but the air felt a 1000x times cooler than it did inside. Josuke had been enjoying his few minutes of peace and quiet while he sat the backdoor’s staircase when he heard someone walk out behind him. He almost greeted Okuyasu, but an unfamiliar voice spoke.

“Why are you here?”

That was not Okuyasu.

Josuke turned to find a still shirtless Keicho peering down at him, hair hanging in his face, unlit cigarette in his hand. “Oku invited me,” Josuke replied, not liking the look on Keicho’s face.

“Why?”

What fuckin’ kind of question is that?? “Because we’re friends? And I told him I wanted to see you guys perform sometime?”

Keicho lit his cigarette and took a drag, his eyes never leaving Josuke’s, “Why?”

Josuke was about .3 seconds away from losing his temper, “Why what?? What the fuck are you asking me, dude??”

“Why are you friends with him?”

It was a huge effort to not start shrieking into the night, “Because he’s a cool guy? And funny? And I enjoy his company? What fucking kind of question is that?” Josuke snubbed out his cigarette, drawing himself up to full height, “What exactly are you trying to say here?”

“Okuyasu doesn’t have friends, and I don’t trust you,” Keicho responded coldly, “I wanna know what you’re after.”

“I’m just after his friendship, you clown!” Josuke exclaimed, rapidly losing his patience, “Is that so fuckin’ hard to believe??”

Before Keicho could retort, the door banged open. “Keicho, you got girls here who wanna inflict terrible things upon your penis, you better get in here and give ‘em what they want,” Yuuya grinned, leaning against the door frame. Purple bruises marred his neck and Josuke could hear whining from behind him.

Without another word to Josuke, Keicho dropped his cigarette, ground it out with his heel, and shouldered past Yuuya. The door swung closed, and Josuke exploded, “What the fuck is his deal??”

Yuuya shrugged, “That’s just Keicho.”

Josuke pointed at Yuuya, “No, that’s just being a cock goblin. I’ve never done anything to that guy, why’s he being such a dickhead??”

“I’ve known Keicho and Okuyasu since I was about 12,” Yuuya started, “There’s a lot of reasons why they’re both the way they are. Good or bad, right or wrong.” He kicked an empty cigarette pack off of the stairs, “Keicho’s got this thing about controlling things and people,” Yuuya took a seat on the top step, “Oku being with you all the time prevents Keicho from having his brother under his thumb.”

“With the way Oku talks about him, it sounds like Keicho fuckin’ hates him.”

Yuuya shrugged again, “Keicho makes it a point to be an absolute bastard to Oku most of the time. Though, he did take a knife to the gut when Akira tried to stab Okuyasu, so that’s something.”

Josuke was thoroughly confused, “Why?”

“Obligation to their mom, I imagine. Keicho got really drunk once and told me that before she died, she made him promise that he would always look out for Okuyasu. So he does, in some way or another.” Yuuya sprung up to his feet, “I will say this, Josuke…it’s nice that Okuyasu’s got a friend not linked to his brother in one way or another. Good for him, ya? But,” He stared Josuke down, all friendliness gone, “I’m pretty perceptive on how you feel, so no need to try and deny it to me. It’s obvious to everyone save for Okuyasu himself and probably Keicho. So, this is a warning: Don’t hurt Oku, or I will find you and whoop your ass. We clear?”

I rather die than hurt him. “Crystal.”

Before either of them could say anything else, Okuyasu walked out of the backdoor with a bruised right cheek, bloody knuckles, and a nose dripping red, “Ready to bounce?”

“Dude, super fuck your brother.”

Okuyasu sat in Josuke’s kitchen while Josuke did his best to doctor him up. He waved a hand, “S’fine, we do this sometimes. He gets too mouthy and I gotta stand my ground,” Okuyasu hissed when Josuke sprayed antiseptic on his oozing knuckles.

“You still haven’t told me what he said.”

As he rarely did, Okuyasu evaded the question, “S’not important. What matters is that I shut ‘em up and he won’t be running that big, stupid mouth of his for a while.”

According to Oku, Keicho walked away from that scuffle with a split lip, black eyes, and probably bruises all over his chest. Not that would’ve deterred the groupies from trying to touch his dick anyways, Okuyasu had theorized on the way to Josuke’s house (Josuke had insisted on driving and went extra slow in fear that he would fuck up Oku’s baby), so Keicho couldn’t be too sore at him for long.

Instead of pushing the matter any further, Josuke took to wrapping Oku’s knuckles, “Tell me if I’m not doing this right.”

“Wrap it a little tighter, and you’ll be aces.”

After he finished, Josuke got up and took an ice gel pack out of his fridge. Thank God Polnareff had insisted he buy one a few months ago, “I’ve been in a fair amount of fights, but that’s the first time I’ve ever had to bandage someone else’s hands.”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” Okuyasu flexed his fingers, pleased with how the bandages felt, “You did good kid, I used to wrap ‘em up like this when I did bare knuckle boxing matches.”

Josuke walked back over to him, cold compress wrapped in a dishtowel, “You used to box?”

Okuyasu winced as Josuke pressed it to his right cheek, “Yeah, I did underground fights for money. Helped rent out the studio when we recorded our first demo.”

“That’s unsurprising,” Josuke sat on the edge of his table so he could hold the pack to Oku’s face without getting too tired, “You still box?”

“Nah, not really. When I hit the gym, I just beat on the punching bag instead. Keicho’s good practice too,” he snorted. Josuke rolled his eyes; Okuyasu yawned and then gave him a lazy smile, “Josuke, why am I so sleepy right now?”

Josuke peered down at him, eyebrows raised, “Oh, I don’t know. Could it have been the fact that you just played a show in a cramped, hot bar, and then got into a fist fight with your older brother?”

“You may be onto something, boss.” Okuyasu exhaled, closing his eyes and pressing his face slightly into the cold pack. After a few minutes of quiet, he spoke softly, “I know I said this earlier, but m’really glad you came tonight…meant a lot to me…I ain’t never had a friend who actually cared enough to come to a show jus’ for me.” Okuyasu raised his bandaged right hand and placed it over the hand that held the compress to his face, rubbing circles into the skin, “Thanks.”

Josuke does the stupidest thing he has ever done in his entire 24 years of living: he leans over and kisses Okuyasu right on the mouth.

It feels like time stopped before Josuke pulls away. Okuyasu’s eyes are wide open, face glowing red like he has a sunburn. He stands up, startled, “I—I gotta go, I-“ he’s tripping over himself, the chair, and hightails it out of the front door.

Josuke’s brain takes a minute to grind back into motion, and he runs after Oku, “Wait! Dude I’m—“

By the time he gets outside, he can make out Oku’s taillights buzzing down the road.

He stands on his front porch for a long time, staring out into the street, hoping, begging to see Oku’s car return. For him to jump out of his car and holler, “IT’S JUST A PRANK, BRO” before bounding up the steps to return Josuke’s kiss with gusto.

Rain starts falling, and Josuke remains rooted the spot. Dimly, he registers that he is now soaked to the bone, and Okuyasu was not coming back. He did it. He ruined his friendship, because he couldn’t fucking help himself. He couldn’t just be satisfied with how things were.

In a numb haze, Josuke walks back inside, closing the door and locking it behind him with a soft click. He turns the shower on the hottest setting he could stand, sits in the floor as hot water pours all over him, and just trembles.

When the water runs cold, he finally steps out. Mechanically, Josuke pulled on some old sweats and his favorite t-shirt. He can’t bear to look at his bed, let alone sleep in it, knowing that it was bound to smell like Okuyasu, and that was something he couldn’t even begin to handle.

The couch it was. Josuke checked his phone, hoping to have missed a call or text from Oku, but nothing greeted him; he turned it off and threw it across the room. Curled up under a blanket, he listened to the rain pelt the windows, and finally allowed himself to cry.

Something was banging against the front door.

Josuke jerked awake, feeling awful. It took a few seconds for his brain to process where he was, and when he remembered, he had to quickly wipe his tears. He had to keep it together.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Josuke mumbled to no one, cocooning himself in his blanket. The banging was incessant; Josuke figured it was a drunk Tamami who had forgotten his key to Josuke’s front door back at his apartment. It was something that occurred more regularly than it should. As he passed the entrance to the kitchen, the oven’s clock blared the time: 3:24 am. He was going to murder whoever it was.

He unlocked the front door and jerked it open, ready to snarl something at whomever made the mistake of waking him up, when he came face to face with Okuyasu.

Oku looked fucking awful. Soaked to the bone with chattering teeth, red-rimmed puffy eyes; it made Josuke die a little on the inside to see him in such a sorry state, “Jesus Christ Oku, how long have you been out here??” Josuke reached to pull him inside, but Okuyasu smacked his hand away. Tears threatened, and anger rose up inside him like bile, “Why did you come back?” he asked, placing his head into his hands so Okuyasu couldn’t see his face. After what feels like an eternity stretches on, Josuke half-contemplates just slamming the door closed, so Okuyasu would be spared the trouble of having to devastate Josuke anymore.

“Kiss me again.”

Slowly, Josuke lowered his hands to look Oku in the face. He could see that Okuyasu was crying, tears running hot down his scared face. “I’m sorry for leavin’, I’m sorry for runnin’. I’m a fuckin’ idiot fool,” the words burst out of Okuyasu like a dam had broken, “You’re the most perfect thing on this stupid planet, I’ve been crazy over you ever since we first met. I didn’t know if you were makin’ fun of me or somethin’ when you kissed me, so I got scared and ran, but I just ended up making you upset, which is—“ His breath started hitching and he was crying even harder, “The last thing— I ever w-wanna do is hurt y-y-you. Y-you m-mean everyth-thing to me.”

Josuke also had tears running down his face; he pulled Oku into a tight hug and ran his fingers through his hair, shushing him softly, “It’s okay, don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry,” he wailed, face buried into Josuke’s neck, “Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“I forgive you, it’s okay. You came back.”

“It’s not okay,” Okuyasu pulled himself away to look Josuke in the eyes, “I hurt you.” Hesitantly, he wiped the tears off of Josuke’s face. Josuke couldn’t stop himself anymore; he pressed his lips against Okuyasu’s. This time, his kiss was returned enthusiastically, and it made Josuke’s very soul sing. Taking great care to not trip over something, Josuke lead Okuyasu into the house without breaking their kiss, closing the door behind him. Josuke couldn’t get enough of how Okuyasu tasted; the kisses were sweet, chaste, and everything Josuke imagined it would be like.

“Do you wanna stay the night?” Josuke murmured against Oku’s lips.

“Yeah, if that’s okay with you.”

Josuke pulled away and kissed the tip of Okuyasu’s nose, took his hand, and led him upstairs.

After Okuyasu’s quick shower, they found themselves tangled up in each other’s limbs, kissing just as slow and gently as before. “Hey Josuke,” Okuyasu’s whispered, voice raspy.

“Yeah?”

“M’really tired and stuff,” Oku stifled a yawn, “so I dunno if we should talk about this now or—“

Josuke brushed a thumb across Oku’s cheek, “I think we should wait until tomorrow morning, after we get some sleep. Okay?” He pressed a kiss onto Okuyasu’s forehead, which turns warm underneath his lips.

“’Kay,” he mumbled, pressing his hot face into Josuke’s neck, “Uhm, I do got one question though, and I don’t wanna wait to ask.”

Josuke pulled back to look him in the face, “Yeah, what’s up?”

Okuyasu was blood red, looking rather meek. “Are we boyfriends now?” he asked softly, as if he scared to hear a rejection.

Butterflies had taken up permanent residence in Josuke’s stomach, and it was taking everything in him to not start wiggling around like an excited puppy, “Do you want us to be boyfriends?”

He got an enthusiastic nod in reply; Oku was too shy to say it out loud, but he did grab one of Josuke’s hands so he could kiss his knuckles.

A grin spread across Josuke’s face, “I guess that makes us boyfriends then.”

The smile that lit up Okuyasu’s face would be one that Josuke wanted tattooed to the inside of his mind, so he could remember it forever.

The slow, lazy kisses they traded relaxed him enough that sleep was moments away. Faintly, before succumbing, Josuke was certain he heard “I love you” whispered into his ear.

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