jjba x reader oneshots (requests open!)

4- the art of demise~ okuyasu x gn!reader

request: I am having a hellish past few weeks, and with state testing coming up for my state and school, I was wondering if you could make an Okuyasu x Reader? Fluff is awesome, but if you wanna do something else, maybe a fluffy lemon? Surprise me for the plot of you wish to do this!

im so so sorry i've taken so long to get to this! ive had a hard week with all my work, testing, and also jsut took a break to collect, myself, but im back to try and update this book!

heres some funky okuyasu (and maybe some angsty fluff? uwu)

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in a quaint little house atop a dying hill, lived two people, dedicated to the each other with undying love. one was a painter, skilled in lovely little arts that decorated every inch of their home; the other was a cook, expert in his craft, who always had his spouse try all his dishes with an enthusiastic smile.

on this day in particular, our darling cook, okuyasu, had prepared a rather difficult dish that he knew he had yet to perfect. the measurements were somewhat off, and the final touches seemed... sloppy.

nonetheless, he still took it up to his spouse as usual, hoping that even a meal as messy as this one would give them some more energy for this 'surprise' painting they had been working the whole week on.

every morning, around 6, they'd leave their comfortable bed they nestled with okuyasu in, and got to work-- never pausing for a break unless they had to use the bathroom. at around 11, would they go to rest and spend a little time with their love, only to wake up early the next morning and return to work.

any normal person would begin to question their faithfulness, seeing as how they would also lock the door to their art room and refuse okuyasu entrance, only accepting the food he brought with a kiss on the nose if he were to stop by.

but he was no fool, he knew that (y/n) had no one else besides him as a lover, that's just how they were. after all, he might very well be the only one that can handle their spunk.

as he slowly trekked up the stairs with the food in hand, he began to hear a voice come from inside the art room. it sounded frustrated, grunting in annoyance as something fell to the floor. "shit..."

curious, okuyasu drew his steps to a slow pace, making sure he wasn't heard as he came closer to the door. intently he listened, hearing the voice growl once again, "keep it together, (y/n), you're almost done... just a few more last-minute touches.. you got this..."

whatever they were working on, it had to be something big, especially if it had taken this long to complete. 

"babe," he called from outside the door, "i brought you some food! can you open up?"

"oh- yeah! hold on, im almost finished with this, can you wait a few minutes?" the voice behind the door giggled excitedly, the sound of rushing feet and yet another thing collapsing following right behind.

"sure, let me know when youre done!"

so then, a minute passed, then two minutes, three, four... then however many it took for (y/n) to open the door. pity, their food had gone cold from the wait.

"are you ready~?" they hummed with a grin, peeking their head around the door, a swatch of yellow paint sticking to their cheek adorably.

okuyasu laughed, setting down the plate of cold food on a table off to the side. "man, you got paint all over you!"

"yeah, i had a bit of trouble, but it's all good!" they reached out and snatched him by the wrist, tugging him toward them. "close your eyes, ok? you're gonna love this!"

complying with a loving smile, okuyasu kept his eyes shut tight, letting (y/n) carefully guide him into the room with slow steps before they had him come to a halt.

"y'know, i remembered you talking about your brother a couple times, telling me how much you missed him..." they mumbled, the sound of fabric peeling off of something echoing through the room. "and since it's almost your birthday, i thought i'd give you something to remember him with!"

"tell me you fucking didn't-"

"oh i fucking did! open your eyes!"

just as instructed, his eyes shot open, instantly meeting those of his brothers, captured onto a navy canvas. if he hadn't known better, he would've thought that this was a picture-- no, his actual brother!

it was so life-like, he was sure it would start moving any second!

"b-big bro... you made this for me?" he muttered, choking on his words as he tore his attention from the art, to his darling.

"of course!" they smiled. "anything for you, oku! happy early birthday!"

like a piece of paper, he crumbled to his knees and wept, reaching our for (y/n) and holding them in a loving embrace that screamed thanks of every kind. his shoulders racked as he sobbed, a gentle hand rubbing his back gently as (y/n) let him cry into their shoulder.

best birthday ever.

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kind of short, i know, but i thought you guys deserved a better birthday oneshot after that abbacchio one-

BUT ANYWAYS YEA OKUYASU IS SUCH A BABY I LOVE HIM

for the next few hours or so, i'll be working on creating more oneshots for this book since im feeling inspired, but idk how long that'll last

stay tuned bitches, brb