#As always if u recognize any of these check out the rest theyre all very good thanks

[frobby]

welcome to venn diagram hell

[blxetsi]

HIIIII!! can i get a pieck finger dating headcanons if that’s alright with you of course? your stuff makes me soft, stay safe!

yuh ‼️ tysm for your request

pieck finger dating headcanons (modern au)

pieck finger x gn!reader

warnings: literal fluff, no angst or anything i love pieck

- bc pieck is assumed to be like 23-26 this wont be a uni au or anything

- idk i rlly think you guys wouldve met in a mundane way

- like you bump into her on the sidewalk and try to the really awkward "oh im so sorry i didnt see you there- no really it was my fault- are you sure youre okay ?- okay great- no im not hurt- yeah- okay have a good day and again im so sorry !!" thing with her

- and then maybe you guys see each other again at a coffee place, youre there with your friends and shes there with hers, and you dont wanna talk to her obv bc that would be awkward

- then ur friend makes u go and order another coffee for them, and while youre waiting for your order pieck comes and stands beside you

- and shes very observant yknow ?? if she sees a face its very hard for her to forget it

- so she immediately recognizes you and blurts out "its you !"

- and you have to be like "oh yeah ! it is me ! its you too"

- she finds it quite cute and giggles about it

- a very laidback person but also a very blunt person

- she doesnt find any harm in asking "can i get your instagram @" look she doesnt wanna be a creep and ask for ur number right at the start

- and it gives her a chance to find out what kind of person you are

- it would absolutely suck for her if such a cute face was posting fishing pictures and alt right propaganda yknow ??

- so you two do and then both of your orders come so you two give awkward goodbyes before going back to your groups

- her instagram is very pretty, nice themes

- she posted a couple of hours ago, with her and her friends in a park, taking a couple of posed photos while some looking like they were natural

- shes adorable and you cant help but feel your cheeks go warm as you basically stalk her page

- she dms you and says "are you too busy looking at my feed that you havent followed me yet ?" and you see this mf staring at you across the room like 👁️👁️

- okay nosy lets calm down now 🙄🤚

- you try to defend urself but ur typing so quick you keep making errors in your writing, she ends up saying something else

"you know, i was doing the exact same thing. youre beautiful you know"

- thank you pieck 🥰

- over the next couple of weeks thats how you two communicate. she'll send you instagram memes and edits of her favourite shows, movies, games etc. and you find yourself having a lot in common w her

- you check her story so frequently it becomes one of the first accounts on the top of your homepage

- and FINALLY, when she feels she can see you as a friend and not just some pretty stranger she met on the street she asks you out

- it was a simple thing, just to the movies, and she even let you pick which one !! (imagine its pre covid idfk)

- you two go and its an awkward hug before you both head inside

- you pay for your tickets and she gets an extra large popcorn and a drink

- you assume shes just v hungry but before you can order yourself something shes like "what are you doing i got this for us !!"

- rlly cute bitch omfg

- during the movies, after she eats literally most of the fucking popcorn, she pulls your hand out of your lap and holds it with her buttery one 🥰🤚

- this bitch had crumbs and didnt even think to wipe them off

- you still held her hand tho anyways

- after that night you parted ways in front of the theater after making sure you two would be getting home safe

- and that became routine for a couple of weeks, not going to the movies obviously bc thats expensive but watching movies together !! youd go over to her apartment or she would come over to yours

- one thing about pieck is that shes very touchy

- one way or another she will end up cuddled with you on the couch

- it doesnt matter if its you being forcefully pulled on top of her body or her draping herself over you like shes a blanket, you two WILL be cuddling and you WILL enjoy it

- but finally, as if the gods gave you mercy, she finally kissed you

- it felt so nice, her lips were soft and sticky from her lip gloss and she tasted like the swedish berries you had gotten for her to munch on

- and the rest of the movie you two just sat there, kissing each other and giggling like teens

- she ended up staying the night, and complimented your bedsheets

- your relationship moved pretty fast after that

- she had already told all of her friends about you, they werent very surprised

- when you got officially introduced her friends zeke and porco tried to do that whole "if you hurt her.." speech before she slapped them and had marcel pull you away to safety

- other than that the night was very fun, you got to talking about your career, why you moved to the city, and other mundane topics

- pieck is actually a graphic designer, and everytime she comes to sleep over she just HAS to bring her laptop with her

- its basically just her laying in between your legs while she types away, youll pet her hair and lay soft kisses on her neck, and occasionally ask what shes doing

- she likes to tell you, has no problem in answering the questions you have, even if you think theyre stupid ones, shes very soft with you

- also a bit of a trickster

- for your first april fools together she slept over, you didnt have anything planned for her bc youre a good person and wont hurt the ones you love

- she stuffed your breakfast muffin with mustard ����👍

- you gave her the cold shoulder for the rest of the day until she apologized by getting you a new muffin

- now she always dropped the l bomb to you, but she never needed you to say it

- thats why, when you were helping her cook dinner at her place you softly said "see ? and thats why i love you" she kind of,,, stopped what she was doing

- you realized why she wasnt washing the knife she used to cut your vegetables and tried to backtrack, but it was too late, she was already tackling you into a hug and taking you down onto the floor

- she just gave you kisses while repeating "i love you i love you i love you" over and over again

- bc of her you burnt ur fucking chicken smh

- you spent that night eating junk food and watching movies

- piecks a very observant person, so she always knows when youre sad too

- when you give that little huff when you come home to your (new !) shared apartment she knows something is up

- she'll slowly trail behind you as you walk to your bedroom, stripping to your underwear and changing into your pajamas

- you crawl into bed just wanting a nap to forget about the day, and she'll crawl in with you and hold you

- you never like to cry but youre so frustrated and upset at your coworkers, at that rude customer, at those deadlines, that you just breakdown

- and she lets you, she lets you almost suffocate yourself in her chest with how much your pushing your head into it, she strokes your hair while you choke on your own cries and hands you tissues when you need to blow your nose

- "what do you need my love ?" "i just need you" "okay baby"

- communication is a big thing in the relationship, and because shes been so open and honest from the beginning, talking about how you feel has never been easier

- in fact, you like talking about how you feel about your relationship, or how you didnt like what pieck said to your friends the other day, this and that, you feel comfortable and safe with pieck no matter what, which makes talking about even the most hardest things seem so simple and natural

- all in all, even when she wakes you up with spontaneous ice cream dates or asks that you put raisins in the popcorn during movie night, even with the fights and the crying and the exhaustion the next day, life would be much duller without her, and you only have to thank your clumsy self

uhh i feel like this is very short but yeah ❤️ requests are open so go crazy mfs ‼️

[richietoaster]

Review/Reaction of IT Chapter Two

Let’s just start right off the bat and let me just say that Bill Hader better get a fucking award for his performance.

Alright. Here we go y’all. im trying to stay in order with what happened but so much happened in the movie that my brain is just all over the place so excuse me while i try to form words

UNDER THE CUT CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS

• first opening scene is a fucking LOT okay like i sobbed my eyes out and it was just not cool. adrian and his boyfriend? CUTE AF. Him getting brutally beat up and then killed by Pennywise while Don just watches? NOT CUTE AF

• Mike is a precious boy and I love him so. He cares about his friends so much holy shit. they all get mad at him for lying to them tho.But he only did it to protect them. Mike knew some SHIT(tm) our boy is so smart?? I’m glad they kept to his original storyline

• Older Bill gave himself so much shit this film and i just felt so bad. like we know it isnt ur fault okay?? We know you loved your brother, stop putting yourself down. also?? him becoming protective over dean? please stop my aching heart. 

• Jessica Chastain owns my whole heart and she can kick my ass anyday. She plays Bev so well and captures young bev’s personality so well. her scene with mrs kersh was very weird. i knew the second she ran naked in the hall i’d be seeing some weird fucking shit okay 

• Jay Ryan could kick me and I would personally thank him like?? wow what a man. He immediately recognizes bev when he first sees her and im just?? im happy. so many hidden new kids on the block reference and it had me fucking rolling in my grave

• JAMES FUCKING RANSONE MY DUDE OH LORD okay listen. he gives off young eddie’s panic and chaotic energy so perfectly i felt like i was watching him as an adult, who just never grew up. I think thats what he was going for honestly. He played eddie SO FUCKING WELL 

• I’m so sad about stan. THats all you need to know okay. I’ll talk about his letter later on in this. Stan deserved better. that’s all. 

• if you are not a fan of vomit you’re not gonna enjoy richie tozier. literally any time something bad happens hes just like ah shit here we go again *vomits* and honestly? that made me laugh. like hes just like oh shit something is happening let.. let me just.. no no its fine guys ill catch up.. EHBWFIJHDFSIJ no okay but bill hader stole the fucking show. his acting was phenomenal and,, again,, i’ll add more onto that later. 

• richie scares the shit out of dean. because he thinks hes pennywise. but can you blame him? the kid just. stared at him all creepy and shit. but its so funny. the losers make fun of him bc he doesnt know his own lines from his acts and richies just like “I dont write my own material” and eddies just like “I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT” dead. goodbye.

• Young losers were still my favorite part honestly. Eddie kept bouncing that stupid ball in stan’s face in the clubhouse and i was waiting for him to get punched in the face tbh. That didn’t even seem like eddie, that was Jack’s energy bursting through the seams lmfao

• young eddie runs into a fucking box and shrieks and if that isn’t me idk ewhdfiajksjdoi 

• THE FUCKING. HAMMOCK. SCENE. okay listen to me. thats gay. hammocks are now gay. gays only. gay interacts only. the bickering between reddie had me in TEARS. eddie kept kicking at his face and just?? casually??? lays on him when richie wont move?? 

• stan’s fucking shower cap ehfdiujasdiosa and then richie being like “nobodys afraid of spiders stanley okay” and eddie slowly removes his because he cares what richie thinks more than spiders ok

• a flashback from after they defeated IT in the first move with reddie “eddie youve been gone for 24 hours your face is most likely on a milk carton by now” “shut up richie” 

• yong Richie has me weak af this whole movie, like always. just getting on Eddie’s case. HE PINES SO HARD OH Y GOD Like wow my sweet boy is so fucking in love ouch. which?? BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT??

• THE ARCADE SCENE?? he checks out the kid standing next to him and tries to get him to hang out more and then the other kid tells him to stop being weird because he’s not gay, too, and then uses the F slur. richie was just so hurt. paul bunyun scene happens after that and hes just like “I just shit my pants” and i cried. 

• pennywise screaming “lets play truth or dare, you wouldnt pick truth! you dont want them to know your secret” gave off the same energy as eddie’s leper blowjob scene from the book. same energy. do with that as you will. 

• they had some flashbacks that included pennywise and im not sure if this was before or after they had defeated IT in the first movie but i interpreted it as after and if thats the case... hes supposed to be dead. but now thinking back on it, it was probably just more scenes before they put pennywise to rest for 27 years. 

• young richie went to the kissing bridge after that and we ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THERE. fucking.. r + e :((( although we don’t see him carving the E. but reddie is canon so suck toes antis

• stephen king pretty much being like “I know u and ur endings really do suck” to bill when he comes to buy his bike was so fucking funny. it almost felt like a self insert lmfao. ALSO HIM MAKING BILL PAY 300 BUCKS FOR THE BIKE BC HE KNEW HE COULD AFFORD IT? iconic. 

• richie and eddie opening the door to the dog had me laughing. pennywise was just mocking them at that point. they’d be such good dog dads and now im sad

• i was really confused because they added part of stan’s bar mitzvah?? like it wasn’t even the same from the first movie. like they should’ve just put the deleted scene in from ch. 1 and then added that part. thats one of my very few complaints. im slowly hiding them in here. 

• henry bowers was kinda irrelevant in this honestly but thank you eddie for stabbing him and richie for killing him for trying to kill mike yall heroes 

• BEVS BLOOD SCENE ?? CORRESPONDING WITH BENS BURIED ALIVE SCENE? poetic cinema. 10/10

• the big fight really disappointed me in all honesty. but i think thats because andy said he cut so much from there. i expect it to be better with the director’s cut

• eddie saving richie and then immediately being stabbed by pennywise’s claw? IM DEPRESSED.

• “Rich! rich, i did it! i think i killed him!” Our boy was so happy with himself :( 

• eddie’s last words WERE NOT “i fucked your mom”. he was talking to richie and you can hear them talking while the rest are preparing to end pennywise. so im hoping we get that as a deleted scene. 

• richie goes back to help finish pennywise but when he goes to check on eddie.. he’s dead. ://// and bev is like “richie, come on, honey.. im sorry” and richie does not want to believe him. he grabs and hugs eddie so tight i swear i could feel that hug from the audience. 

• another thing im disappointed in and am sliding in is some of the animations? Like. fucking weird. but okay. luckily i didn’t care too much.  

• THE SOB that richie lets out when he holds eddie really hurt my fucking soul jesus christ just kill me

• the losers try cheering him up after and like. thats their friend too but you can just totally tell he’s crying in a different type of grief. THAT WAS HIS FIRST FUCKING LOVE. 

• they all remember after and thats really important to me okay

• stan writes letters and its spoken outloud while the other losers get little montages of what theyre doing with their life after the battle. Richie goes back to the kissing bridge and recarves- YES RECARVES AND YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE THE E BEFORE HE DOES- he recarves the E and while doing it, stan’s voice says “be proud of who you are” and im fucking cry ibg okay

• in the end, i give this movie a 7/10 rating. although some of the animations were weird and some of the flashbacks had pennywise in it (like hes supposed to be currently dead but ok... maybe nightmares??) the actors were PHENOMENAL and the chemistry between older richie and older eddie made me so happy. my ship is canon. but im still sad about stan and eddies death. 

• ignoring canon in 3.. 2.. 1.. now 

[ssj4]

Sorry to bother you, but I keep seeing posts about a future Goten AU and I keep getting really curious! However, when I try to find links to anything about it I end up at some abandoned URLs.

SECOND TIME TRYING TO ANSWER THIS CAUSE MY IDIOT ASS FORGOT I HAD ONE TYPED OUT AND CLOSED EVERYTHING :)

some disclaimers im getting most of this from an old draft i had written about the au, i havent watched the specific scenes in dbz and dbs that these are based on in well over 2+ years so i dont remember the timeline of events that well so im sorry if some of it just straight up doesnt make sense lol

this whole thing did start out as an excuse to replace the romantic scenes with mai in dbs with goten actually so the truten themes are pretty significant but that aside future goten is a very good boy with a much different personality and outlook on things… much like how future trunks is compared to his main timeline counterpart :3c the whole thing was developed by me and my gf together and we never rly posted too much about it and the broken links you did end up finding were probably from like the one or two times we did but here u go im glad u asked 

I HOPE THE READ MORE LINK WORKS ON MOBILE IF NOT IM SORRY

the big change is it starts out with chi chi getting pregnant before goku dies of heart disease or whatever in the android saga instead of the cell saga, so even after he dies in that timeline she still has their 2nd son and he grows up in the future timeline with trunks.

when they were kids (like 10-15) goten was stronger than trunks just bc gohan and chi chi were there to teach him just a little bit. trunks and goten sparred a lot though so he was able to keep up but never really passed him. (that part isnt really important but i figured it was a nice detail that made sense)

thats when history of trunks comes into play, and they both get really serious about gohan training them. the scene in the movie where gohan knocks trunks out before flying off and getting killed is the same except now he just knocks out 2 kids instead of 1 i guess. 

i feel i gotta add that this au was created when the future trunks arc in dbs was airing, and mai was introduced as his love interest, and honestly in my opinion the scenes were written really well but i just wasnt digging the fact that before she was granted a younger appearance she was already middle aged, like she was old enough to be his mom if that makes sense. so it really isnt a dig on mai at all cause i love her and id die for her its just the romantic plot that i didnt like. so when that was airing i thought “WELL what if that was someone else” 

she’s still with them though in this timeline and she still has her younger appearance! 

the future timeline is still progressing the same as it did in canon, the androids still wrecked the place and no one was strong enough to do much about it so trunks is still set up with a time machine to meet with the other timeline. goten stays back and does his best to protect everyone while hes gone just in case

some stuff happens in between here but skip ahead to trunks coming back from the trip after the cell games i guess! lots of stuff happened obviously like trunks literally dying, spending years in the time chamber with his dad, meeting a whole gaggle of clowns that he’d only heard stories about, seeing gohan as a preteen. hes got a lot of stuff to share!!! now hes back and he can take care of the androids + cell + and goten can catch up and lifes pretty good over there! 😇

during the rebuilding period goten would spend a lot of time with chi-chi and ox-king and still slept over there occasionally which she really appreciated, and he invited trunks and bulma over there with him frequently.

despite this he wasnt present when she died as no one really expected goku black to wipe out the landscape so far from the city, but she and ox-king died along with more than half of the population. (ugh god im so sorry queen i love you😓)

as i said before mai is still here and she’s still the leader of the resistance!

events of future bulmas death is the same as well as mai originally intending to go with trunks when they meet up together in an abandoned building. goten is already there as the three of them rest up a bit and start making their way to capsule corp. goten was planning on staying behind anyways but he wanted to see the two of them off. when goku black interrupts them as they arrive, trunks and goten encourage mai to escape, seeing as she only has a gun and everyone already knows bullets arent gonna work. 

this scene is the same as it was in canon, where trunks tries to rush black but gets beaten quickly. mai trying to buy him time to let him escape is replaced with goten actually fighting him and taking a hit for trunks but getting knocked out as mai did. trunks under extreme stress from already losing his mom today assumes hes dead instantly, (he has dumb bitch disease, he didnt even check for a pulse in canon!🤔) and fires a masenko to escape into capsule on his own 

after trunks pops back in time and black is focused on searching for him, mai sneaks back in to retrieve goten (even though they told her to leave she really just ducked behind some rubble and stayed close, because she wasnt just gonna leave them!)

she takes him back to an underground bunker with other members of earths resistance and when he wakes up she tells him that trunks made it to the time machine and that hes presumably in the other timeline now. 

idk if yall remember it well but i rewatched some of the episodes just for this, and trunks in the main timeline believing goten was killed and mai is alone and he wont be able to get back is so sad. and when he spent that day with gohan and his family and cried thinking about how if black hadn’t have shown up, he couldve had a family too… he doesnt deserve to be this sad 😥

skip to when he’s finally able to get back home with goku and vegeta with him and they make their way to the bunker where he sees mai and goten together! the scene in canon where he rushes over and starts spilling his heart out is the same, with him telling goten he thought he died

they get a really sweet hug moment here when theyre both happy to see the other is still safe and it gives both goku and vegeta some Food For Thought, because goku actually didnt know there was a goten in this timeline, and he doesnt really recognize him at first. vegeta has the idea in his head that this is probably goten.

goten never really had any sort of real attachment to his dad. it makes sense hes never met him, hes only ever really heard about him through others, (his mom, his brother, trunks, and probably bulma has mentioned him as well) so he definitely knows OF him its just that, he doesnt know him. so when he sees the real goku standing there for once a lot of thoughts run though his mind, like, “that looks A LOT like goku black!” “thats definitely my old hairstyle” and “holy shit is that my dad?” but the first thing he actually says out loud is “Holy shit its goku orange” and vegeta really almost loses it because cause any doubt in his mind about this kid being related to kakarot just went right out the window cause only someone related to him would say that

and as you probably know a lot happens after that with them all finding a way to defeat zamasu but i dont want to include all of the rest when you can probably just interpret which scenes were changed  

ANYWAYS now instead of trunks surviving the apocalypse its trunks and goten surviving the apocalypse. thats why its not a really super romantic deal like Who has time for dates when goku black Might possibly be hiding in this abandoned olive garden?? so theyre just very close and privately affectionate

the ending where trunks and mai get to live in a new world with their counterparts is the same except gotens there with them of course, dbs left their ending pretty open 

so that takes care of the story changes, heres some additional details and information on gotens character in this au! 

heres his design, drawn by my girlfriend @ssj2 uwu !! 

he kept his natural hairstyle for a while, but i think he changed it sometime during the rebuilding period after the androids and just let it grow out a bunch. up until then he kept his natural style purely to honor the guy he’s heard so fondly of even if it brought him a lot of mixed feelings when people said he looks just like him. a really distinct feature about his new hairstyle is that the spikes look like horns and i love that a lot !!

and the shawl he wears was the same one chi chi wore 

some personality traits for future goten is that he has a habit of bottling up his negative emotions and has trouble taking care of himself, as hes always more focused on the well being of his loved ones. he can be mischievous and cocky but hes not overconfident (or he hasnt been since gohans death) however in some situations he can be charismatic and assertive which works really well imowhen their timeline is erased and theyre temporarily in the main timeline, goten gets to meet a bunch of people like gohan and his family, chi chi, and even his counterpart 

sorry if this post was messy i wasnt really sure how i wanted to make it look and im kinda bad at dumping information out so if any of its confusing just redirect me to it and ill try again gdjfksjdgsfk 😭❤

hmmm anyways thank u for reading!! its an au we made years ago and we love a lot and i hope u do too! be nice pls!! and send asks about it if you’d like cause its fun to think about! 

[uniformbravo]

aaaa @fixion tagged me in a thing for “10 songs you’re listening to a lot at the moment” (im just trusting u that that’s what it’s called) so im gonna do that!! bc i love talking abt myself + i have literally been waiting for an excuse to share my music Lmfao Thank

(ps @ frank read the tags hkdgjlksd)

(this might technically be is absolutely more than 10 songs but like shh?? just shh)

both osomatsu-san ops theyre so fucking good?? here they are OP1 and OP2 pls listen to them im mlove th -

literally the entire rest of the osomatsu-san soundtrack ok i kfkigk gn i kNOw thats like 80 songs bUT I JUST,,,,,,,,,, here’s a couple samples lkdfjkdg Track 38 and Track 7 are some faves but i promise the whole thing is good i die, heres a playlist ok if u need smth to put on in the bg i highly recommend it....,.,..,,, -

so many songs/covers by Eve?? i’ve been listening to a lot of eve lately ok i’ll give my top three: デーモンダンストーキョー あの娘シークレット シャルル  it’s so hard to stick w/ just three tho seriously go listen to the rest ahhhhh (i love the art style in the music vids too?? like a lot??? so pay attention to that tbh) -

ピースサイン / Peace Sign - Kenshi Yonezu (bnha’s 2nd op) i got obsessed with this song & now i have like a million covers saved jesus christ save me (coincidentally, eve also did a cover of this one) -

砂の惑星 / Sand Planet - HACHI/ DUNE feat. Hatsune Miku i have a million covers of this one too lolllllll ((including eve’s)) check out this piano cover tho (it’s safe to assume that any time i find a song i like i’ve immediately gone searching for piano covers it’s in my blood) -

speaking of piano, anything by marasy8 is so good oh my god they’re literally incredible here’s one of my favorites by them i love putting their longer vids and streams on in the bg while i work on stuff (it’s always fun to randomly recognize some of the songs lol) -

this song was stuck in my head for like a week straight god her voice is soooo good (epilepsy warning for the vid tho) ((she also did an amazing cover of Imagination from haikyuu which still gives me goosebumps, that’s how i initially found her)) -

Sincerely, Me from Dear Evan Hansen LITERALLY how could i forget this until now i just had it on repeat for like 3 days straight???? it’s the catchiest fucking song i’ve ever heard in my life (nsfw warning) -

LambSoars: these guys are so cute omg they do a lot of covers so i have like all of their haikyuu stuff saved, my favorites are Mashi・Mashi and Heaven and Earth (honorable mention Peace Sign bc i already talked about that song earlier but i loooove this cover) -

You Say Run from the bnha s1 soundtrack uuuuugghhh what a phenomenal track like the whole ost is fun but this song is The Jam™

am i allowed to put a bonus section for piano stuff even though i already put piano stuff in the main “””10”””

this is the bonus “Im Trash And I Desperately Want To Share My Music With People” section

Q feat. Otomachi Una - i found this one a while ago which is why i didn’t put it in the 10 but im still rly into it ok -

literally every op/ed for little witch academia ok they’re all good they’re all perfect here’s a vid with all four of them go go go (i cannot believe it’s still up tbh) -

ok so this is an hour long mix of caravan palace songs so it’s more of a “put it on in the bg” kind of thing but i swear to fucking god. i fucking swear. i was just gonna put lone digger bc that’s my fucking jam always and forever but this mix starts with that song anyway so just have the whole goddamn thigng igmg fucking ((this post is beyond out of control but i physically cannot mention lone digger and not also bring up Lone Digger 100 (epilepsy warning), my very favorite mp100 amv that i have lovingly watched like 50000 times and i die literally every time ok gggby e)) -

the skill in this piano cover of osomatsu op2 is overwhelming i’ve never felt so intimidated in my life, just like. the thing where they play 2 overlapping melodies at once what the fuC k (also their cover of the other op Ugh) -

this would be another thing to put on in the bg bc it’s 30 min long but it’s a compilation of (mostly) piano covers of assorted tracks from the osomatsu ost, it is v nice and the pianist is super skilled (i especially love the last one because it’s Six Same Faces (ed1) which is one of those songs that i could never even begin to comprehend translating to piano but they fuckin did it and it sounds amazing) -

we’re back to peace sign again, this is my fave piano cover lol (love love love this pianist as always pls check out his other stuff) -

this piano cover of the one punch man op i cannot fucking believe (also the actual opm op jffucukgign just taKe it) -

ok ok ok fuCK FUKC i wasn’t gonna do it i ALMOST made it all the way through without doing this buT IM CAVING OK 99 BY MOB CHOIR THE MOB PSYCHO 100 OP GJSKDGFKGD i havent even been listening to it that much lately so there’s literally no excuse for me putting it here but it still goes hard as hell it’s still such a fucking timeless masterpiece im still complete garbage dumpster trash for this song and this show im crying jjusst take it, take it from my filthy fucking hands im gdj kjkgjdghkdjgskjdjflsd kjlak ljskdjg gk

ANYWAY I THINK IM GONNA STOP THERE LOL SORRY I HAVE LEGITIMATELY NO SELF-CONTROL IT’S EMBARRASSING.................. i listen to a lot of shit oK

also i get most/all of my music through youtube so i hope its ok that instead of song titles/artists it was this giant mess of rambling descriptions & video links ahhh

but yeah holy shit uhh tagging people. yes. dont worry abt it if u dont want to but @dolichomorph, @noonediesalone, @cry-beeby, @creepyjirachi, @cloversion, @docnoctem, @tender1999, @melleh17, @lancmclain, @thecavalrysqueer

also i havent been online lately so i have no idea who’s already done this so if u have then Whoops

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good nite

[bratkook]

clairvoyant. (m) part three.

masterlist.

word count: 5.6k

author’s note: oh look theres some smut in this chapter wooo. surprise surprise, I still dont know who this is centered around but enjoy getting to know the characters because theyre a lot of fun to write. leave feedback if u can tysm.

warnings: oral (m receiving) 

Cheers could be heard coming from the living room, taking you and Hoseok out of your hunt for literally anything to eat. The contents of your cup were running low because you kept taking gulps to get rid of the cotton mouth you had going on.

Were you guys drunk? No not exactly.

Were you guys high? Yes, extremely.

“Why don’t they have any snacks?!” Hoseok shouted, slamming yet another cabinet shut.

“They don’t know what food is, they live off cocaine. C’mon Hobi, it’s the classic frat boy diet.” He smacked his head with a laugh, muttering out a duhh.

You went back to digging through drawers, seeing an abundance of lighters and no food when suddenly something hit your head, bouncing off and landing on the floor behind you. Your fingers rubbed the spot before you turned around and nearly yelled when you saw a bag of doritos laying there. “Apparently they live off cocaine and doritos, this cabinet is stocked with them.”

You couldn’t even thank Hoseok as you ripped the bag open and hummed when you munched away at them. If he hadn’t found these you were probably going to leave the party to grub on something greasy, but cool ranch doritos saved the night.

The small bag was finished in about a minute, being crumpled up by your hand as you licked your fingers and handed your cup to Hobi for him to refill.

“Have you seen Jimin?” He asked you while pouring some juice into your cup before mixing in some alcohol.

You left the crumpled bag on the counter, letting the owners worry about it later, “I lost him about an hour ago, go check the rooms.” You suggested, giving him a smirk and breaking out into a laugh when you saw his face of utter disgust.

“Yeah pass, I don’t want to witness whatever the fuck he’s into.” You gave him a shrug as you opted for grabbing his cup for a quick sip, “Some freshman’s probably plotting on getting him to deflower her tonight, you wanna bet?” He added on, handing your own cup back over to you once his little concoction was complete.

You side-eyed him while taking a sip, “How much do you wanna lose tonight? Jimin stays away from girls his age and younger–”

“Except for you.”

“That was one time!” You shout out, feeling the need to explain yourself to Hoseok. Really it was only one time, before you guys even really knew each other and while you both were very very drunk. After the freshman mixer everyone had gone to a party and you recognized him. One thing lead to another and next thing you knew you were sneaking out of a random room, trying not to wake him up as you made your getaway. When he ended up being friends with some guy in your lighting class–Yoongi–you both just decided to move on, no questions asked and no awkwardness gained, luckily.

“Anyways...he’s got like a virgin detector, the second he spots one he’s out of there.”

His lips were already forming a response but you raised your finger up, successfully shutting him up as the cheers you both heard earlier were getting louder.

What the fuck...was all you could mutter to yourself as you headed out of the kitchen to follow the noise. Other drunken students were gathered in a circle, wildly chanting some drunken slur that you couldn't decipher because of how out of unison it was.

“Wait, is that a stripper pole?” Hoseok asked behind you, that only made you more curious as you tried to slip between people because dammit why were there so many tall people here?

As you got closer to the center you could clearly hear that they were chanting someone's name, “Kim Taehyung! Kim Taehyung!”

You dipped under the cups that people held up and finally got a clear view of Tae peeling off his shirt, spinning it above his head before flinging it somewhere into the crowd, causing whoever caught it to scream even louder.

Someone had graciously switched the music to a song by the Weeknd and Tae obviously appreciated it seeing as he grasped onto the pole and walked around it. His hair was held back by a bandana tied around his head and he only wore a pair of black skinny jeans and converse, clearly not pole dancing friendly but that didn't stop him as he confidently grasped the pole with both hands and tried to lift himself upside down.

If he had any upper body strength it would’ve been a great execution but he had zero so the second he went up he went right back down, hitting the floor with a thud and making everyone cheer even louder for his effort.

His signature boxy smile revealed itself as he laughed at his failed attempt, clearly not caring that he couldn’t even manage to at least flip himself halfway. You threw back the rest of your drink and walked towards him, crouching down as he stayed on the floor.

“Concussion?”

He shook his head, “Maybe a bruised ass.”

You gently tapped on his bare stomach with a smile, “C’mon you baby, walk it off.”

The crowds attention was easily diverted as a completely wasted girl gave her shot at pole dancing, no longer caring about Taehyung waddling away from them as he rubbed the sore spot on his ass. You looked around to spot Hoseok but noticed he was now among the crowd cheering on this girl who was actually pretty good at pole dancing.

It was nearing 12:30 and the party didn’t seem like it would die down anytime soon, if anything more and more students kept slipping through the door. At least you weren’t gonna be the only hung over one at school tomorrow.

The both of you had managed to slip between people until you ended up by the staircase, a relatively more quiet area of the house. Tae wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, resting his head on your shoulder which was probably not comfortable at all but you let him be, choosing to play with his hair and hearing him sigh in appreciation.

“You good?” You quietly asked him, he said his butt hurt but he did hit the floor pretty hard.

You could feel him nod against you, also feeling that his lips were spreading out in a smile, “You know what would make me feel even better?”

The fingers that were playing with his hair froze at the question and your lips pursed in amusement, a hum being the only response to his question.

His teeth gently bit down on your shoulder as he pulled you even closer to him, causing you to laugh, “Seeing you on your knees would make me feel so much better.”

You could only roll your eyes at him as you resumed playing with his hair, “Oh really?”

This wasn’t uncommon, you and Taehyung had a special friendship, you say friendship because it is definitely not a relationship by any means. It had started second semester of the first year, around the time where your problems seemed to be piling up. You were constantly stressed and juggling school work with actual work and seeing as you and the others had already gotten so close, and also seeing as Taehyung didn’t have a filter, he had suggested helping you out.

For some reason you had assumed he meant help you out with school work but when he had showed up at your dorm with obvious intentions, it didn’t take much mulling over for you to accept the help he was offering. It was great really, he was always eager to eat you out for hours without expecting anything in return but when you did return the favor it was definitely worth it.

It was an ideal situation, you both got a chance to let out some steam with one another without the fear of becoming attached. Taehyung said a big no to relationships and you didn’t see him as a boyfriend, just simple care free fun with the freedom of hooking up with other people with no hurt feelings.

“Yes really,” he gave your hips a squeeze, “I just busted my ass in front of a bunch of people Y/N. Make me feel better.” He whined out playfully, finally picking his head up to look at you with his brows raised in question.

Your teeth bit down on your bottom lip and you sighed as you gave in, grabbing his hand and yanking him behind you as you made your way up the stairs. You couldn’t even make it up halfway before his arms were around your waist again, his teeth playfully nipping at your neck as you giggled, attempting to swat him off with no effort.

The upstairs area of the party was pretty vacant, a couple of people making out against the wall, some people in the bathroom and obviously people in the rooms doing scandalous things but your goal was the third door on the left, already knowing it was a relatively spacious and empty coat closet.

You threw it open and felt Tae push you inside and shut the door behind him, flicking on the dim light inside. His hands cradled your face as he pushed you against the wall on the right, his lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. Tae was a fan of taking things slow but not at parties and that was made very clear when he wasted no time in letting his tongue find his way into your mouth. You let out a groan at the feeling and trailed your fingers up and down his bare chest, feeling the goosebumps pop up from the sensation.

Wasting no time, you fumbled with his jeans, not being able to see anything because he wouldn’t let you break the kiss, finally popping open the button and pulling down his zipper. Your hand slipped inside and he pulled away from kissing you, letting out a pant as you palmed his bulge. His breath hit your neck and he gently sucked on your skin, flicking his tongue on it before backing up again, making you shiver, “Be a good girl, don’t tease me.”

Your foreheads pressed together momentarily and you gave him one last kiss before slowly dropping down, letting your fingertips softly drag down his chest as you went. His fingers immediately went to your hair, brushing it back as he saw you pulling down his pants and boxers, and he couldn't hold back the sigh of relief when you finally pulled his length out.

Your eyes flicked up to him, seeing him staring at you with hooded eyes and his lip between his teeth, waiting for your next move. Your cold hand grasped him and he let out a hiss at the feeling, enjoying the contrast of his pulsing member and your cool hand too much to protest, not that he had any time to because soon enough your warm mouth was inviting him in and making his eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered out, his hand grabbing  more chunks of your hair that had fallen into your face and pulling them back. God, he always loved your mouth, loved seeing you on your knees as you did all you could to push him over the edge. It was even better because he knew you loved the feeling of his dick in your mouth as much as he did.

Your hand jerked him up every time you bobbed back down and as you came up you made sure you flick your tongue against his slit, always enjoying the slight shivers that went through Tae’s body at the motion.

“You take my cock so well baby.” He moaned out, making you flick your eyes back up to him and he groaned out louder when you made eye contact. How could you look so god damn innocent when your mouth was the epitome of sin itself.

You’d never get tired of seeing him from this position, he looked so fucked out and needy and you knew he wanted to lose control but you wanted to tease him a little. Your mouth popped off of him and you grasped him with your right hand, letting your tongue gently trail on the underside of his dick, applying slight pressure for him to feel something but not enough so it felt frustrating and you could feel his frustration growing as you repeated the motions.

His hands remained in your hair, his tugging getting rougher as your teasing continued. Your lips sucked on the side of his dick for a moment longer before you pulled back with a giggle, “What’s the matter Tae?”

His stomach tensed at the absence of friction and his length was dripping precum, the head throbbing and red and just begging to be shoved down your throat. “Do you wanna fuck my mouth?” You asked him when he stayed quiet, reading his mind and he swore he could have came right then and there, letting out a whine as he nodded.

You gave the tip of his dick a kiss and placed your hands behind your back, letting your jaw slack as you waited for him. Tae’s hands grasped his cock, jerking it a couple of times before guiding it into your mouth, letting the weight of it rest on your tongue for a moment before he slowly pushed in, giving you time to relax and breath.

His hands went back to your hair and you moaned as he tugged it harshly, thrusting his hips forward before pulling back and repeating the motion, each time pushing further in.

He was getting lost in the feeling of it, using your mouth the way he knew you liked. The sounds filling up this coat closet were obscene, Taehyung’s grunts of pleasure and the sounds of your slurps every time you sucked as he pulled back. The tip of his dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag but he didn’t let up, if anything he sped up, wanting to feel your throat swallow around him again.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me baby.” His right hand gently rubbed your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had slipped out. He knew you could take it, you always did and that's why he enjoyed this so much.

You shut your eyes and took a breath when he thrust out, letting your jaw relax so you could deep throat him more easily. You could see his stomach muscles tensing, letting you know he wasn’t far from the edge so your hands grasped his thighs, stopping him from thrusting and letting you take the rest of his length down your throat until your nose touched the small patch of hair he had, and that's when you swallowed.

His reaction was all you wanted, he practically doubled over as he moaned loudly, not caring about anyone possibly hearing him. “Oh my god, d-do that again, please.”

You hummed as you pulled back, enjoying his begging and feeling his grasp in your hair tighten, wanting to pull your forward. “I’m close baby, please.” He moaned out again, sounding desperate so you gave him what he wanted, bobbing your head a few more times, hearing his breath hitch and a couple of whines leave his lips and then you sunk down again, swallowing a second time and feeling him twitch in your mouth as he came

His hands held you down on him, not letting you come up for air as you did your best to swallow his come, your throat tightening against him and milking his orgasm, causing him to spasm slightly before he finally let you off, a trail of spit and cum connecting his softening dick to your lips and he moaned again at the sight.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He panted out, resting back against the opposite wall as he tried to recompose himself. The air in here felt stuffy and your throat felt raw so you just gave him a smile, wiping your mouth and standing back up, wincing at the dull ache you felt on your knees.

“You okay?” He asked you, tucking himself back into his boxers and doing up his pants again, his hands going for your shoulders to help steady you out. The small smile he gave you was heartwarming as he gathered up your very messy hair and did his best to throw it up into a bun, plucking the scrunchie off your wrist to tie it up.

“Knees and throat hurt.” You mumbled out, your voice was raspy and only made you sound rough which just made you and him laugh.

“You took my dick like a champ tho.” A face of complete disgust was thrown his way as you shoved him away from you and threw the door open, trying to run away from him but your knees were clearly on a different page.

The loud shriek you let out as he hauled you up momentarily gained attention from the lovers littering the hallways before they went back to their activities of groping one another, “Where the fuck was this upper body strength when you were pole dancing Tae?”

He grunted as he shifted you higher up in his arms, “Honestly, I’m two seconds away from dropping you and no,” he cut you off before you could even make a comment, “that was not a weight comment okay, I am just a weak man.” You gently patted his red hair, smoothing out the strands and fixing the bandana as he let you down with a huff, clearly out of breath as you made your way back down the stairs.

“Wow…” he wheezed out, his hands on his knees, “I really have to start working out.” You gave him a once over, he was definitely skinny but not scrawny, he was soft in all the right places.

“If you want.” You suggested with a shrug, if he wanted to get leaned out then let him have at it. He followed your path to the kitchen, mumbling some shit out about his roommate but you paid it no mind, instead you focused on the blonde fluffy mess that was Park Jimin’s hair. Your eyes zeroed in on their target, your fingers twisting a strand and tugging on it, causing his head to yank back from the force.

He just let out a deep sigh, already knowing it was you and knowing he was gonna get an earful for basically going MIA an hour in and breaking his promise of getting you smashed. His attention was no longer on the pretty brunette he was chatting with a moment ago, a look of disinterest casting on his face and she clearly got the memo as she huffed and sauntered off with a flip of her hair.

His brown eyes looked at you, just waiting for it to start but it never came. Instead you hopped onto the counter, swinging your legs and snatching the cup out of his hands and taking a swig. “Wow, is this pure vodka?” You licked your lips, trying to get a flavor for it.

“Basically,” he snatched the red solo cup back and gulped some down, “vodka with a tiny bit of cranberry juice.”

The next person to snatch his cup was Taehyung, needing to get a taste of it himself. He only licked his lips and hummed, “Not bad.” Jimin just grinned, reaching for the bottle of vodka beside you and pouring some more into the cup. And this week on do you know you’re an alcoholic?

You made grabby motions towards it and he handed it over, plucking another cup off the plenty of stacks in the kitchen and making another one. Leave it to the bastards at Delta fucking whatever to have an abundance of lighters, doritos, and red solo cups.

“Where are the others?” You asked, your eyes roaming through the window hole that let you see some of the living room.

Jimin set the bottle down and picked up his cup, resting his elbows against the counter next to you as Taehyung did the same. “Yoongi is passed out in the hammock outside, don’t know what he took but he’s out cold.” You could just picture him in a ball on the beat up hammock that was somehow still going strong despite all the parties.

“Namjoon disappeared with some girl a while back and Hoseok made Jin drive him to get some food, how much did you guys smoke?”

You swallowed your drink and hummed, “A lot, but his tolerance isn’t as high as mine so he was pretty stoned.”

He made a noise of acknowledgment, turning his head over and inspecting Taehyung with an amused face, “Why are you shirtless?”

Tae ran his hands down his chest, rubbing at his tummy with a grin, “I flung it off when I got on the stripper pole, which you would have seen if you hadn’t disappeared.”

Jimin raised his hands up in defense, “Sorry, I would’ve loved to see you unleash your inner exotic dancer but I was trying to help Yoongi not freak the fuck out.”

“Bad trip?”

He grunted and nodded, “Super. He might have taken acid? I’m not even sure but one second he was fine, the next he was crying and now he’s sleeping like a baby.”

Time and time again you had told Yoongi that acid just wasn’t for him, every time he’s taken it he ends up like this. I guess he’ll never learn, but it's a good laugh.

Looking around at this party you could tell everyone was significantly more drunk than you and that definitely was not okay, considering you were meant to get blackout drunk and then cry about your issues tomorrow during lecture.

You took a breath before you chugged the remainder of your cup, sighing as the contents burned your throat on the way down. Then you grabbed Jimin’s cup, chugging down that also as he just stared at you with wide eyes, “Slow down psycho.”

You tossed the cup to the side and wiped your mouth, pointing a finger at him, “You told me we were gonna get drunk, I don’t know about you but I’m not feeling drunk.”

His hand grasped your finger and he laughed, “Your words are kind of slurring together Y/N, but alright, they’re doing keg stands outside let's go.”

You hopped off the counter with newfound enthusiasm, pumping your fist up as you made your way to the backyard, immediately spotting Yoongi laying on the hammock on the far left.

“Hey, she wants to go!” Jimin shouted out for you and you threw your arms up in response, hearing a few other drunk people cheering you on. Thank god Taehyung had thrown your hair up in this absolutely tragic bun or it would probably smother you right now.

“Grab on.” Jimin told you and you listened, your hands grabbing on to either side of the keg as you felt Jimin and one of the new pledges grab onto your legs to help lift you up.

You went from seeing everyone looking at you to seeing the ground to then seeing black and having it transition into a dull orange behind your eyelids.

The pounding feeling in your brain was getting stronger as you really woke up and you knew it was the next day and you had to go to lecture but did you really have to go?

You groaned and flipped over, stuffing your face into the pillow you were laying on and going limp as your body relaxed, feeling yourself drifting back off into sleep. Your breathing had just evened out until the blaring sounds of an alarm clock woke you right back up.

Why, why did your roommate have to do this? You know that alarm wasn’t yours but couldn’t she have put her phone on vibrate and shoved it under her pillow?

You shoved your face deeper into the pillow, covering your ears with it but still managing to hear the sound of footsteps walking around the dorm and shutting it off. The movements were hasty and there was a lot of hopping but you didn’t let yourself peak up to see her struggle to head out. A few minutes later the door shut and the room was silent again.

Moment of truth…were you going to lecture? If you don’t go you’ll get dropped since it's the first day and if you get dropped you don’t meet the required units needed to maintain your scholarship. Wow good debate.

You lifted your head up and immediately something was wrong because this was not your bed, or your room for that matter. Your eyes followed up the wall and were greeting with the great sight of Tae’s butt on canvas, lovely.

With a huff you got out of bed, not questioning where he was or why you were here, you’ve woken up in stranger places, one of them being the shower in the boy dorm.

His roommate’s laptop was lit up showing you it was 7:50in the morning and you had 10 minutes to get ready and run your ass to class. You tossed your clothes off and grabbed one of Tae’s band tees and a pair of sweats on the floor before you ran out of there and slipped into the elevator.

“You’re lucky I’m the one seeing you leave right now.”

Namjoon, of course. He was the RA for this floor at this hour thank god, if anyone else had seen you leaving a room looking like this it would've been a definite write up.

“Thanks, love you!” You shouted out before sliding between the doors and running out before anyone else could spot you.

You had absolutely nothing on you, no bag, no paper or pens, hell where the fuck was your phone? But you had no time to stop at your dorm to pick supplies up, no you were basically sprinting across campus to enter the language arts building, thanking the graces of god for allowing your class to be held on the first floor.

Your eyes spotted room 115 and you nearly slammed into a few people as you made it inside, instantly slowing down your pace and scanning the room for a free seat.

The professor wasn’t there yet which meant he thankfully didn’t have to watch your train wreck self make your way up the steps to one of the last rows in the back. You were too focused on making it to your seat to notice the pair of eyes on you as you walked, they instantly recognized you and they couldn’t help but grin to themselves at the sight of a familiar face as they went back to opening their notebook to get ready.

The second you sat down you covered your head with your hands, placing it on the desk and groaning. “Rough night?” Someone beside you spoke up, sounding very amused.

You peeked through a space in your arm to find the owner of the voice, seeing someone with blonde hair and a curious smile. That caught your attention so you sat up and smiled back, “Very. Do I look as bad as I think I do?”

His lips pursed as he looked you over, giving you a shrug, “A little, but it’s okay. It’s an 8am class, I don’t think fashion is anyone's priority.”

Your fingers released the scrunchie in your hair, how was this thing still in place after last night, and remade your bun into a ponytail instead. “Thanks for not being an ass. I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself, offering your hand to shake.

His eyes flickered down to it and he smiled again before taking it, “Jackson.”

“Since I’m obviously a mess, do you happen to have a paper and pen I could borrow?” He nodded and handed a few sheets of papers and a pen he claimed was his favorite, just in time because the professor walked in and slammed the door shut, instantly beginning a speech on the first day of class.

The hour and a half spent there was enjoyable, it was always a pleasure to have a professor who loved teaching and didn’t pounce at an opportunity to single students out on the first day. If you were honestly speaking though, you probably would’ve enjoyed it a lot more if you weren’t on the verge of puking because of this headache.

“Thanks for the pen.” You handed it back to Jackson as the last of the students began packing up their stuff but he shook his head and told you to keep it. Your fingers clutched on to it as you grinned and thanked him, telling him you’d see him on Thursday and making your way back down the steps to get out of the class.

As you turned right out of the door a hand stopped you, your eyes followed it and were met with an unsure looking Jungkook. “Hey!” You smiled at him and he visibly relaxed, letting go of the hand that was holding onto your shoulder.

“Hey.” He smiled back, “What are you doing in this advanced creative writing?”

You stuffed the pen you held into the pocket of these sweats you had on and motioned for him to follow you as you continued walking. “I could ask you the same thing you freshie, the class is full of third and fourth years.”

He scoffed at the nickname, “Exactly why I’m wondering, this is your second year.”

“Contrary to popular belief I take advanced classes, I actually get shit done in school, I don’t just get drunk and skip class.”

His eyes widened and his hands raised up as he tried to explain but you just laughed, “It’s fine Jungkook. I hear the rumors and I’m sure you have too, I mean the group I choose to hangout with is pretty notorious for–”

“Being fuck ups.” It slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Wow he was on a roll today, go Jungkook.

“Ouch.” Your hand pressed against your chest as you feigned being hurt.

“No, no. Oh god, I'm sorry. Those aren’t my words, I swear. I’ll shut up now.” His face was red with embarrassment and his hands were shoved deep into his jeans as he tried to speed up to pass you but you kept up with him.

“Jungkook calm down, it’s okay.” You laughed, reaching out to grab him and slow him down, “You don’t have to be careful about shit you say around me, ok?”

He let out a breath and nodded his head with a weak smile, looking less flustered than he did a few moments ago, “Ok, in that case, can I ask why you’re wearing my sweats?”

You let go of him and glanced down at the sweats you had on, tilting your head and then it clicked that these were definitely not Taehyung’s pants. You had grabbed them so quickly in the morning so you forgot that there was now a 50/50 chance that the clothes on the floor weren’t his.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I’ll clean them and drop them off later.” You reached for the pen in the pockets and took it out, because knowing your luck it would pop and explode in there and then you’d have to just buy him new ones. Your track record involving Jungkook wasn’t the best, you didn’t wanna be responsible for another accident involving him.

He just nodded, saying it was fine and to return them whenever, he didn’t wanna seem too pushy.  The pair of you were heading for the quad that separated both dorms, passing a couple of food places and cafes when he spoke up again, “Hey do you wanna grab a coffee?”

You would actually love one but it was most likely going to be hacked back up the second it settled into your stomach so you shook your head with a frown, “I’d love one but if you haven’t noticed I’m a fucking mess and I need an advil.” You gestured widely at your hair and overall attire, your hair was in a messy bun, you had some black leftover mascara smudged under your lashes. You had no idea how messy you looked but he did and he found it oddly adorable. “Next time?”

His eyes scrunched up as he laughed, “Yeah…sure. Next time.” His hand raised up for a wave but you decided on a half hug before waving as he walked towards the cafe to get the coffee he was craving. He glanced back and saw you wave another time so he returned it with a smile before you turned back and headed towards the girl’s dorm.

Jungkook smiled at the menu, probably looking like he was zoned out because there's no reason to be this happy over fucking coffee. You said next time and that made him feel fuzzy inside, not exactly in a wow I have a crush kind of way but in a wow did I just make a friend kind of way.

He didn’t know you much but growing up it was always hard for him to really warm up to people so the thought of starting a friendship with you so easily took some of the edge off of starting college. So as he ordered his cup of coffee he couldn’t help hearing your voice repeating the small promise of next time.

[ylla]

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.