#bedspringersrequests

i was wondering if you could write a rohan x reader where reader is Josuke’s older sister? i feel like rohan would be horrified once he finds out (i’m imagining rohan and reader date for a bit before rohan finds out), because he’s a josuke hater before anything else, but then realize the rage baiting opportunities that come w dating josuke’s sister

tyyy

they say when you change your perspective, that's when miracles happen! ft. rohan kishibe

in which you're dating rohan kishibe and he finds out you're actually josuke's older sister... - sfw

a/n: thank you for your request! i hope i did it justice lol!! also the title is from that one kevin gates tiktok audio lmfao bc im imagining the piano playing and rohan having that exact reaction and then realizing: oh waiiit...

rohan never imagined really taking anyone seriously, relationship-wise. that was until his eyes had the pleasure of gracing your face.

of course, it wasn't just your face that drew him in, but your personality, the way you carried yourself, and most importantly, the way that you matched his energy.

it's also worth mentioning that you were the only person to ever truly make him nervous just by your presence. he found himself subconsciously retiring clothing pieces he used to wear because you once joked about how it made him look like an "omni-sexual mother of six."

whatever that means, he thought.

nonetheless, when you noticed that he had slowly stopped wearing that one maroon top, you asked him about it, and he just shrugged and maintained his usual monotonous tone. "i have no idea what you're talking about, y/n."

however, that couldn't be farther from the truth, as he was deliberately letting it collect dust in his closet along with the earrings you had once joked that they looked like "torturous butt-plugs."

none of these jokes were serious, of course. rohan was just hilariously over-dramatic—and you loved messing with him.

oh, but don't think it's just you in the relationship tormenting the other, it goes two ways, naturally.

especially when you would make sly jokes about his car, he wouldn't hold back.

"is this your car?" you asked, going up to run your middle and ring fingers along the smooth red hood.

"are you blind, y/n? you know that this is my car."

a smirk grew on your face as you kept your back to him. "i don't remember your car looking this..." you dragged the word out, fishing for the one word that would make him completely irrational.

"old."

you felt the air shift as you slowly turned around while subtly covering your mouth to hide your smile.

his mouth was agape, his emerald-green eyes wide with disbelief. "how about you get your grimy fingers away from my beautiful car," he snapped.

after a pause, he took a step forward and continued, letting out an amused, low scoff. "we all know what crevices those particular fingers have seen."

all you could do was roll your eyes and sigh, or else you two would be going back and forth forever.

you were the only person who could coax a reaction like this from your boyfriend—or so you thought.

in the preliminary stages of your relationship, rohan had asked you if you had any siblings, and you said you had an annoying younger brother who was still in high school.

this hadn't rung any bells in rohan's mind, however. he would have never thought in a million years that you were related to that self-absorbed jerk-off because you were so beautiful and lovely and a pleasure to be around. while he, on the other hand, was...

everything BUT those things.

of course, he could've easily found this out using heaven's door on you when you first met, but for the first time ever, he felt bad at the thought of invading your privacy. plus, it was interesting to get to know more about you with every passing day, rather than just flipping through your story in one sitting.

but it felt like his world shattered (not an exaggeration) when the two of you were sitting at your usual café—where rohan would insist on drawing you for the new volume of his manga, where you were the main character—when that said self-absorbed jerk-off approached your table.

"what the hell are you doing, josuke?" rohan scowled, offense and irritation riddling his tone.

"nice to see you too, rohan!" josuke chirped. "but i'm not sure why you're so mad—i'm just saying hi to my sister," he added casually, gesturing towards you.

rohan went mute for the rest of that day.

until...

the following day rohan picked you up from your house in his aforementioned "old" car.

when you opened the door for him, happy that he was no longer non-verbal, you invited him inside.

"so you never really told me what's going on with josuke," you drawled, pouring a cup of tea for him.

"oh, that was nothing to worry about," he uttered, his typical arrogance shining through once more.

however, after rohan's day had been effectively flipped upside down the previous day, he had managed to turn it upright again after figuring something out.

as always, he could use this to his advantage and come out on top. therefore, he decided that he was going to make the most out of this discovery and set out to effectively disturb josuke's peace in his own home.

and today was his debut.

so, when he heard a heavy set of footsteps making their way down the stairs into the living room, a grin crept onto his lips.

today was saturday, meaning josuke had off from school. rohan thought, what would be better than stressing out josuke on one of his only days off after an already-stressful week from school?

taking a sip of his tea, rohan's green eyes gleamed with mischief as he tracked josuke's movements toward you both.

"hello, josuke," he drawled, his voice low and smug. "nice of you to join us today."

stretching his chest, he let out a long yawn and he rubbed his eyes. "why are you here?"

"you know what they say about individuals who wake up late—they're lazy, undisciplined," he continued, cockiness lacing his tone, "i can see that's not too far off."

you bursted out laughing while josuke furrowed his brows, a retort hot on his tongue before your mother entered the room, immediately lecturing him about all the missing schoolwork that he needed to get done today.

safe to say, rohan had just found another reason why you were perfect for him.

"kakyoin, what are you doing?"

"your shoes are untied," he said simply.

"you don't have to tie them, you know that right?"

he looked up to meet your gaze and nodded. shortly after that, however, he still proceeded to finish tying your shoelaces.

slowly looking over at your friend, all you were met with was a knowing smirk.

as the red invaded your cheeks, he got up—his gaze towered over yours as the result of an obvious height difference.

"i recommend double knotting your laces," he said with the ends of his lips slightly tugging upwards.

naturally, the rest of that outing was lined with mischief-filled grins from your friends.

it's not like you were embarrassed by him; you just never thought of seeing him in that light.

the two of you had been friends for well over a year now—meeting through one of your mutual friends—and just clicked.

whenever you both would be hanging out, of course, accompanied by your other friends, the conversation would just flow effortlessly.

it would be filled with you making fun of him, him teasing you—typical platonic antics.

it was over the course of a couple of months that you realized their accusations had the possibility of being true.

the late nights spent texting each other about random shit, hours of him staying in the library helping you with your math work, and explaining the topics you didn't understand—it all added up.

so it was one day that you decided to have an uncomfortable conversation with him.

presenting it as an unsuspecting, normal question, "are you dating anyone?" you asked, a tinge of hesitation evident in your tone as you avoided his gaze—opting to just stare at your fingers as you fidgeted with the bottom of your shirt.

he spoke in a soft, steady cadence. "i'm not. are you?"

you shook your head, still avoiding his gaze. after a moment, you looked up and into the distance. there was a beautiful orange sunset before your eyes that somehow comforted you.

"they keep saying that we like each other," you said, nervously chuckling and scratching the back of your neck, "...what do you think?"

he shook his head slightly. "i don't."

after a deliberate pause, he spoke. with his voice gentle but firm, "i do like you."

your heart began to tremble at his words and confirmation of your unspoken feelings.

as the heat rushed to your face, you directed your gaze towards him. "me too," you muttered under your breath.

and the rest was history.

however, nothing really changed in your dynamics, other than the fact that he was free to kiss you whenever he felt like it—a perk he greatly appreciated.

could i perchance request a Caesar x reader? maybe some fluff where Caesar is trying to gently get reader to stop working and go to sleep? i have so many papers to write rn it’s not even funny 😭

thank youuu

baby, let me be your lifeguard! ft ceasar zeppeli

in which caesar is trying to get you to stop overworking yourself and rest. - fluff

a/n: thank you! and thanks for your request!! i hope you're able to finish all ur papers!!<3 also, writing this made me miss caesar so bad wtf💔

It was currently two in the morning, and you were still hunched over your computer, drowning yourself in your schoolwork.

caesar, your boyfriend, absolutely hates how you treat yourself when it comes to your schoolwork.

whenever he tries to pry you away from your work, it always comes to no avail.

but thats one of your many traits that he admires deeply—your determination, your strive.

however, you also tend to be stubborn, which causes you to refuse to sleep and prioritize your health in the sake of completing your work.

he has been in your shared bed waiting for you ever since you promised that you would join him shortly.

however, that "shortly" turned into thirty minutes, which turned into two hours ago.

that's why he's been awake, unable to drift away peacefully to sleep—he was rightfully worried about you, and all of the papers you've been slaving away at trying to complete.

peeling the covers off his body, he made his way to your shared study, where you have resided for almost the whole day. he was not allowing you to stay there for the entire night, too.

"cuore mio," he cooed, softly massaging your shoulders that currently felt like boulders under his touch. he was appalled by how you were constantly carrying this weight around.

"i know—i swear it's just this last thing i need to get done," you tried to reassure, turning your head to look at him above you, "and then i'll come to bed."

"y/n, you are practically killing yourself," he muttered, touting a concerned expression and a low, soft tone.

leaning towards you, his lips gently brushed the side of your face. "you need to rest and take care of your body, cara mio."

it had seemed like the hours had finally caught up to you because as you leaned into his touch, the papers you needed to get done slowly began to float away from your mind.

before you knew it, your eyes had fluttered shut, and you were drifting off to sleep, just from caesar's loving caresses alone.

caesar proceeded to stay there for a couple of extra minutes, simply massaging your shoulders, even though he knew that you had fallen asleep. he was determined to lift as much weight from your shoulders as possible.

it was only when your shoulders no longer felt like rocks under his touch and you allowed yourself to finally let go that he gently shut your computer and carefully replaced your spot at your desk with the one you deserved, in your bed next to him.