#Sorry I’m late in replying💞

[sorivii]

Ewwo grammam

Me Lob u

Awww you are so very sweet💖✨ Me luv and appreciate u too ✨🌀💞✨

[uhohdad]

SO I HAVE THOUGHTS. THE FIRST THOUGHT IS HOW DARE YOU

H O W

DARE

YOU

(affectionate)

SECOND.

:C

THIRDLY.

You wrote so much for us and so well omg I hope you get some rest. Your hands must be sore from all the fire they're producing.

This is my favourite series. I keep coming back to reread the other parts. Part 3 was my favourite of the series. It was so nice and sweet. A fun little breath of air. The waterfall? Perfection. The ending? Had me wanting to throw my phone across the room ┻⁠┻⁠︵⁠ヽ⁠(⁠`⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠︵⁠┻⁠┻

I can't wait to read the last part :') :') :')

Sending you lots of love and encouragement 🫶🏼💕💖✨

i hope you know that it literally means the world to me that my work means this much to you. i’m over the moon that y’all see my works the way i see them fr. it’s actually bonkers <3 🥹🥹🥹💗🩷💞💕

Been working on The Aftermath a lot today!! sorry if i haven’t been posting enough writing lmao just tryna crank this baddie out. so honored y’all are excited for it 😭

⌜ KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

[hyunebunx]

what if i said 💚💞 with hyunjin... oh my god im just imagining it i must lie down

˖˙ ᰋ ── 💚- 'a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire' & 💞- 'a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while'

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. word count: 1k

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: been looking forward to writing this since you requested it >.< so i really hope i did it justice haha. enjoy!! <3 and thank you sm for making me delulu with this!!

The most time you’ve spent apart was two weeks. And even so, they proved to be the longest two weeks of your life. With how clingy and attached to the hip you and your lover were, even the idea of being separated for a prolonged period terrified you beyond belief. Unfortunately, your nightmare came to life when Hyunjin got busy and suddenly, you weren’t spending all of your free time together, but had to squeeze in a call or two, if you were lucky, throughout the day between his shows. Time zones were never your best friend but now, they have become the number one enemy.

Not having him there, next to you, whenever your heart desired proved to be the most difficult thing you could go through. Hyunjin shared the sentiment, often getting emotional on your late night or early morning calls, crying, and being unable to comfort each other properly.

Longing for your beloved was a daily occurrence, even while he was near, but now it became almost painful, consuming your every thought.

Thankfully, your suffering came to an end on a day like any other.

You weren’t expecting it, just returning from a long day at work and dragging your feet around to get ready for bed when the sound of the front door opening caused your heart to stop beating momentarily. Nobody other than you and Hyunjin had the keys to the apartment and still, your mind froze like not being able to wrap itself around the possibility of him returning so soon. Has it already been three months?

Without thinking about it, your feet move automatically, following the faint sounds coming from the living room, eager at the prospect of seeing your one and only again.

You come to a halt when he appears before your eyes, looking the same way he did when he left, just a tad more exhausted.

“Baby?” He asks, voice soft and filled with concern when you don’t reply, or react for that matter. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

Overwhelmed with emotion, you hurry towards him and flung yourself into his arms, with him dropping the bag he was carrying to catch and hug you close, lifting your feet off the ground with ease.

“I missed you so much!”

He giggles, spinning you around once before responding, still not letting go. “There is that sweet voice of yours. I thought you were going to give me the silent treatment for the whole night.”

“I should.” You say, hiding your face in the crock of his neck and tightening your hold on him. “Since you didn’t bother to tell me you’d be returning today.”

“I wanted to surprise you!”

When he finally sets you down, Hyunjin stares deeply into your eyes, fondness and love swirling behind the familiar brown, causing your heart rate to pick up. Without warning, your arms are around his shoulders again, only this time, they help you bring him into a long awaited kiss you’ve been dreaming about for months on end.

As expected, your boyfriend responds in kind, circling your waist to pull you flush against him with such an urgency that could only signal his fear of having you slip through his fingers, disappear like you’re nothing more than a fragment of his rich imagination. Even if rushed, his lips are as gentle as you’ve come to know them, softly loving on yours exactly how you remembered.

Hyunjin could spend hours kissing you – just kissing and stealing your breath away like it was his to begin with, seizing everything that made you the person he adored.

Backing you against the nearest surface, stumbling through scattered bags, he pulls away to chuckle against your lips when your back meets the cold surface of the fridge.

“Surprise.” He runs big hands up and down your back, to soothe any possible discomfort he might have brought forth.

You shake your head, lips curling upwards against his as you reach up to pinch both of his cheeks, causing him to wince and groan lowly. “What if I started bawling my eyes out, hm?”

“Why would you?” Being so close, you manage to understand him even as you move to squeeze his cheeks together in your palms, making him pout involuntarily.

“Because I missed you so, so much and was overwhelmed with emotions?”

He makes to respond but finds himself unable to, furrowing his brows and giving you a pointed look. You grin, breathing him in and finding comfort in his familiar scent, thankful he didn’t seem to run out of your favorite cologne in these three months. When you stop holding his cheeks hostage, Hyunjin opens his mouth to start babbling but you beat him to it by going in for another kiss, not getting enough the first time around.

He relaxes instantly, eyes fluttering shut as he deepens the kiss, slowly sneaking his tongue past your lips to finally taste you after so long. One of his hands dances under your top, kneading at the skin just like a cat, pushing his body more onto yours, simultaneously pinning it against the refrigerator in the process.

All of your movements are slow, set on enjoying the moment for as long as humanely possible. In your mind, parting from him was never an option, but in reality, you were two individuals who unfortunately could not survive on kisses and hugs alone. 

Reality was cruel, you’ve come to learn the moment you fell for Hyunjin and realized you couldn’t always go where he went, stand there and drink him in like you were a moth and him, the flame. Fortunately, it didn’t burn when you got too close.

One of your hands is in his hair, pulling lightly as he nibbles on your bottom lip, needing more and more – to feel more of you, to hear more. You could never get enough of each other.

When Hyunjin pulls away, breaking the kiss but remaining as close as possible, you’re both breathing heavily, flustered, lips swollen and slick with each other. You’re giggling again when your eyes meet, high off of reuniting and being together again after so long, with your boyfriend pushing his long hair out of his face with both hands, visibly shy.

 “I missed you too. So fucking much I almost went insane.” He confesses, voice husky from stealing most of the air in his lungs.

“Next time, I’ll pack you in one of my suitcases and take you with me.”

Your eyes widen comically. “You plan to leave again?!”

That suitcase better be comfy.

[guksfairy]

stars for you | JJK

SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST | PLAYLIST

☆: in which Jungkook gifts you the stars

wc: 2.1k

notes: lowkey got confused with planetarium and observatory...bare with me <3...enjoy !

Koo 💞: You look pretty in that sweater

You hear the gentle buzz of your phone and look down at your screen to read his message before looking up in his direction. His friends are sat around him conversating as he stares at his phone nonchalantly.

A grin appears on your face as you pick up your phone to reply when your actions are interrupted, “What about you, Y/N?” Jimin says as he, along with Eunwoo and Areum, are staring at you for a reply.

“Sorry, what?” you put your phone back down and give them your full attention, “He was asking if you’re coming with us to the country club later tonight,” Areum fills you in and you remember.

The country club that you basically grew up in along with Jimin, Areum, and Eunwoo, was going to be holding a small dinner event for the richest members as a thank you since they were their biggest spenders. Jimin and Areum were set on going because who could say no to free food and liquor. Eunwoo on the other hand didn’t care for going much, but if his friends were going then he didn’t really mind it.

“Ugh, I don’t know,” you say and look across the room when you hear and see Jungkook laugh at something his friend said. Your favorite sound, really.

“My parents and brother are going but I just wanted to spend my Friday night watching some movies,” you reply and Eunwoo nods while Jimin and Areum stare at each other.

“Y/N, when was the last time we had access to free booze?” Jimin tries to persuey you and frankly, that’s his weakest point.

“Forget the booze-Y/N you don’t hang out with us much anymore,” Areum adds and Eunwoo says, “I don’t want to force you to come with us but the last time you came out was last week when we basically forced you out of your room. Everything okay?”

You remember that night. Jungkook was half naked and hiding in your closet as your three friends walked into your room demanding you go out with them for dinner.

“I’m completely fine, guys,” you say with a gentle smile and they are stare blankly at you, “Really! I’ve just been enjoying my quiet lately,” You add and they sigh at your response.

“Okay but you’re coming with us next week,” Jimin says and turns back around in his desk along with Areum while Eunwoo shrugs next to you.

“What are we doing next week?” you say and Areum replies, “I don’t know but we’re going out with us,” you and Eunwoo chuckle at that.

“Are you gonna need a ride home?” Eunwoo asks as the professor finishes up his sentence and dismisses the class. Jimin and Areum already packed up and waiting for you two, eager to get out of the classroom.

“No, I need to go to Mr. Yoon’s office hours and ask about the packet he handed out last week,” you bluff and the three nod, “We’re going over to Jimin’s after if you want to join us or you need a ride,” Areum says and you nod before Eunwoo zips up his backpack and the group walk out the door.

After a while, you place your last pen in your backpack’s small pocket. You feel warm hands around your waist and flinch before turning to see who it was and quickly calm down when you see the face you’ve woken up to just this morning.

“Hi pretty girl,” he says and you look around to the now almost empty classroom, save for four of five students who were still packing.

“Koo!” you wrap your arms around his neck and his arms, like second nature, wrap around your waist. He places a gentle kiss on your neck and takes a small step back to take a look at you. There’s nothing but love in his eyes. The emotion he’s only ever held for you.

“I want to take you somewhere,” he says and you step away from his embrace gently and turn to grab your backpack.

“Oh? Where are we going?” You say and turn back to him to see a smile on his face that you just know so well. He has something planned.

“You’ll see,” he says and intertwined your hands together before stepping out of the class, taking a moment to assure that neither of your friend groups were near, and making his way to the school’s parking lot.

You both walk to his car and he follows you to the passenger’s side before opening the door for you and quickly making his way to the drivers side with a smile.

“Koo seriously where are we going?” There’s a gentle chuckle in your words as he starts the engine and only looks at you with a smile.

“Relax pretty,” he throws both your backpacks in the backseat and you give up. It wouldn’t be the first time Jungkook does something for you and it certainly would not be the last. His surprises always found a way to make you smile the way nobody else could. The last time he surprised you, you ended the night with a promise ring on your pretty manicured hand, and hickeys all over your body.

He safely makes his way out of the student parking lot when you plug in your phone and Tip Toe by HYBS starts playing softly in the background. Jungkook’s hand on your thigh with your hand above his just enjoying his touch.

The weather was gloomy but it was okay because it was your favorite weather. It made you want to wrap yourself in a ton of blankets and watch your comfort films all day.

With Jungkook’s gentle hum to the song you find yourself at ease.

Nunu 🤍: We bought some of those Japanese jelly snacks you like if you want to come over?

Me: Are you really bribing me with sweets?

Nunu🤍: Is it working?

Me: No 🥰 Have fun with Jimin and Areum

Nunu🤍: 🥲

“We’re here,” you don’t realize how much time has passed until you look up and see…another school?

“Where are we?” You unbuckle your seatbelt and Jungkook makes no effort to reply. He simply gets out of the car and goes to your side to open the door for you.

He gently takes your hand to help you get down. As your fingers pat your skirt down he smiles and says, “A friend owes me a favor,” without another word he takes your hand and starts walking you towards a building on a campus you don’t recognize.

“Jaykay!” A tall blond man yells from afar and Jungkook waves back, “That’s Taemin,” he says to you and soon you both are face to face with said Taemin.

“You must be Y/N,” you smile and nod before extending you hand out to him, “Yes and you’re Taemin,” he nods.

“Jungkook speaks of you a ton during Overwatch matches it’s insane. You know one time while in the middle of a game he left because you texted him-“

“Taemin, we should get moving, right?” Jungkook interrupted and clears his throat with a flushed face. Taemin simply laughs and nudges his shoulder before walking away, without another word, and you two following behind. He swipes his card on the badge reader and opens the door for you three.

“Right through here,” Taemin walks you two towards a door in a hallway filled with stars and astronomy facts along with encouraging posters to study.

“You said an hour but I signed up for an hour and a half,” Taemin smiles at you with a wink when Jungkook thanks him, daps him up, and shoos him away playfully.

“Koo what is this?” There was no one else in the hallway and it was quiet. It was a peaceful quiet thought. The hallway proved to be calming with the gentle lights and glowing star stickers.

“Do you remember what I told you on our first official date?”

“That you liked me a lot but if I made you microwave the chocolate again you would have to make me do the chocolate covered strawberries by myself?” You playfully reply and he chuckles.

“No, pretty. The other thing,”

“That you’d give me the stars and planets if you could,” you remember how he said those words to you that night and how you felt the butterflies in your tummy go wild.

“Unfortunately, I can’t literally give them to you in this lifetime but…I got you something close,” and with that he opens the door and leads you in.

You’re confused at the dark room for a second until you see it. The layout of the universe and stars displayed on the ceiling for you.

You look around the room at the hundred empty seats, “I got Taemin to reserve me his school’s observatory since ours was booked for the next month,” he says and you feel the tears form at the bottom of your eyes.

“Happy 5 months my love,” his chest is to your back as he hugs you and your body fills with warmth. Quickly you turn around so you’re facing him and squeal before kissing him like he’s your entire life. Genuinely, because he is.

He became your support system and someone you always felt safe and loved with. So what if your relationship was private? You’d rather have these simple and loving moments with Jungkook than worry about your friends asking why you’re dating someone like Jungkook who doesn’t share much experience in your lifestyle.

“Baby, I love you,” you say against his lips.

“I love you,” he replies and takes your hand before walking you to the nearest seat and allowing you to sit first before he takes the seat next to yours.

His arm is quick to go behind your seat and you follow by leaning on him as you stare at the moving stars and planets.

“Thank you so much for this Koo,” you say looking at all the colors. The stars reflecting in your eyes in amazement and awe.

“I’d do anything for you, baby,” from behind, Jungkook takes hold of your face and turns you to face him, “And I know we said we weren’t gonna gift each other anything but…”

“Koo-no! I didn’t get you anything!” You whine as he pulls out a small box. A deck of cards…?

“For you my love,” your confused as you take the box and look at him and he’s nudges you to open it so you do.

Pulling out the deck of cards the first one is painted all black with writing in white paint.

‘Though there are endless reasons for my love for you, here’s 52 simple reasons why I love you’

“Koo!” You place them against your chest and feel the sting in your eyes. His smile is gentle as he pulls you in for a kiss on the forehead and a hug right after.

“I kind of had the idea a long time ago but thought it was too corny,” he says, “and then I remembered it’s you and you liked corny things so,” he playfully finishes and you nudge him as you lean back on him and read through a couple and feel like crying from joy.

You put the deck back down and put focus back on the scenery displayed all around.

“Oh right,” Jungkook says more to himself as he pulls out his phone and does something with it.

Suddenly ‘Through the Night’ by IU is being played throughout the entire room at an appropriate volume. Just enough so you and Jungkook could still speak and hear one another.

You chuckle.

“Really?”

“What?”

“This is the same song we danced to in the middle of the night like 3 months ago. I didn’t even know you knew the name of this song,” you explain and he chuckled.

“Yeah I have all the songs you’ve ever played or recommended to me in a playlist,”

“You do?”

He nods and you swear it. You swear you found your soulmate. His hand extends and he says, “Would you like to dance under the stars?”

Your laugh is gentle as you place your hand in his and you both sway to the love song with nothing but adoration for one another. His eyes never leaving your face.

He never wants to leave this moment. If he could, he’d freeze time just to stay here in this exact place in time with you. He loves you so much. It’s something that he knows for a fact will never change.

[naomijoestar]

hello sweets! I have been reading your works for few weeks now and i must say they are amazing!! (you are so talented🥰) I know your request box is now closed and im sorry for putting more things on your plate.. 😨💕 BUT i hope if you could write some amazing headcanons about:

Bucci gang having a significant other who is/ has been clinging on to them because they have been missing their bucci member. 😭❤️

Maybe he’s/or she’s(trish👀) been busy because of work !! or they have just been too tired to spend some time with their significant other and just instantly going to bed after work. And after few days/or weeks.. later they finally start to show some signs of being neglected.. (for example: not letting them leave the bed for work). 😧💕

ANYWAYS SO SORRY FOR MAKING THIS SO LONG !! feel free to ignore my rambling 😅

Thank you for your time and effort love !! 🙏❤️

have a nice day or night!!

Masterlist here <3

Hello ml! This is such a cute request, now I wanted to admit that while reading your request I didn’t notice that you requested headcanons and wrote this as a scenario instead🥲 I really hope you don’t mind and if you do I will gladly re-write this for you!

Sorry for the late reply and I hope you enjoy this 💞

(Trish Una included!)

Bucci gang with their s/o clinging onto them because they miss them

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo had been working late nights, diving headfirst into planning and strategy. It wasn’t intentional, but his sharp focus on his tasks left you feeling invisible. At first, you thought you could handle it, but after weeks of stolen moments and fleeting kisses, the weight of his absence became too much.

This morning, as he swung his legs over the bed to get ready, you reached out and grabbed his wrist. “Fugo, stay.”

He turned, startled by the tremor in your voice. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his brows knitting together in concern.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I just miss you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’re always gone. Even when you’re here, you’re… not really here.”

Fugo froze, guilt washing over him in an instant. He’d been so absorbed in his responsibilities that he hadn’t realized how much he was neglecting you. He sat back down, pulling your hands into his. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice unusually tender. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like this.”

You looked up at him, tears brimming in your eyes. “I just… I need you right now.”

Without hesitation, Fugo climbed back into bed, wrapping his arms tightly around you. “I’ll stay,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ve been a fool, but I’ll make it up to you. Today, I’m yours. Completely.”

You let out a soft, relieved sigh, burying your face in his chest. His heartbeat, steady and strong, was a comfort you’d been missing. For the rest of the day, Fugo didn’t touch a single work-related item, devoting every moment to showing you how deeply he cared.

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno had always been devoted to his work, but lately, it felt like he was consumed by it. Late nights, endless meetings, and responsibilities left him coming home too exhausted to even share a proper conversation with you. He’d kiss your forehead, mumble an apology, and fall asleep almost instantly.

At first, you told yourself it was temporary, that things would calm down eventually. But as the days stretched into weeks, the loneliness began to weigh on you. This morning, when Bruno stirred to get out of bed, you instinctively reached for him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Stay,” you murmured, your voice soft but firm.

Bruno paused, his movements freezing. “Amore, I have—”

“No,” you interrupted, your face pressed against his back. “You don’t. Not today.”

The quiet in your voice struck a chord in him. He turned to look at you, his dark eyes filled with guilt as he took in the sight of your teary gaze and trembling lip. “You’ve been so busy,” you whispered, your hands clutching his shirt. “I know it’s important, but… I miss you, Bruno. I miss us.”

He exhaled deeply, guilt evident in every line of his face. Without a word, he slid back into bed, pulling you into his arms. “I’m so sorry, tesoro,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t realize how much I was neglecting you. You’re the most important thing in my life, and I’ve been taking you for granted.”

You nuzzled into his chest, your fingers clutching his shirt like he might disappear again. “Don’t leave today,” you pleaded softly. “Just… stay with me.”

Bruno kissed the crown of your head, his lips lingering there as if to seal a promise. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, cradling you close. “Today, I’m yours, completely. I’ll make this right—I swear.”

For the rest of the day, he didn’t even glance at his phone. He was fully present, holding you, listening to you, and reminding you with every kiss and tender word just how much you meant to him.

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno had always carried the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, but lately, it felt like he was drowning in it. Long hours at meetings, late nights poring over plans—it had all left him coming home too exhausted to notice the growing sadness in your eyes. You’d tried to be patient, understanding the importance of his work, but the ache of missing him only grew stronger.

This morning, as he sat on the edge of the bed, buttoning his shirt, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Reaching out, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, resting your head on his back. “Giorno… don’t go today,” you said softly, your voice trembling.

He stilled, his hands falling to his lap. “Amore?” he asked, his tone gentle but confused. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, your grip tightening. “I miss you,” you admitted, your voice cracking as tears began to well up. “You’re always working, and I understand, but… I feel like I haven’t had you to myself in weeks.”

Giorno turned to face you, his golden hair catching the soft morning light. His emerald eyes widened as they met yours, glistening with unshed tears. He reached out, cupping your face in his hands. “Oh, my love,” he whispered, his voice full of regret. “I didn’t realize how much I’ve been neglecting you.”

You leaned into his touch, your tears slipping free. “I just… I need you. Even if it’s just for today.”

Giorno’s heart clenched, guilt washing over him. He kissed your forehead tenderly before pulling you into his lap. “You shouldn’t have to ask for my attention,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “I’ve been a fool, but I’ll make it right. I promise.”

He lay back down, holding you close as if letting you go would break him. “I’m yours today,” he murmured, his fingers gently brushing through your hair. “No meetings, no calls. Just us.”

For the rest of the day, Giorno stayed true to his word. He didn’t glance at a single document or answer a single call. Instead, he spent every moment with you—holding you, laughing with you, and reminding you just how deeply he loved you.

Leone Abbacchio

Leone had never been one to sugarcoat things. When work needed to be done, he threw himself into it with everything he had. But lately, it felt like his everything was all going to work, leaving you with scraps of his time and energy. At first, you’d tried to be understanding—it was just his way. But as the days turned into weeks of him coming home too tired to do anything but collapse into bed, the loneliness became harder to ignore.

This morning, as he swung his legs over the side of the bed to get ready, you grabbed his hand. “Don’t go,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Leone stopped, his brow furrowing as he glanced back at you. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice gruff but laced with concern.

You didn’t let go, your grip tightening. “I miss you,” you admitted, looking down at the sheets. “You’ve been so busy, and I feel like… like I don’t have you anymore.”

He sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. “I’ve been a crap partner, haven’t I?” he muttered, more to himself than to you. He turned fully, taking in the tears brimming in your eyes. It hit him harder than he expected.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel this way,” he said, his voice softer now. “I just… I thought you understood.”

“I do,” you said quickly, your voice trembling. “But understanding doesn’t make it hurt less. I need you, Leone.”

Something in his chest cracked at the way you said his name. Without another word, he climbed back into bed, pulling you against him. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his lips pressing gently to your forehead. “I’ve been too wrapped up in work, but I’ll make it right. I’ll stay.”

You blinked up at him, surprised. “You mean it?”

Leone smirked faintly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’m not going anywhere today,” he promised. “You’ve been patient with me for too long. It’s my turn to give you what you need.”

For the rest of the day, he stayed true to his word. He held you close, kissed you like he hadn’t in weeks, and spent the day reminding you why he was worth missing in the first place.

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia was always full of energy, constantly running off on missions or getting caught up in one task or another. At first, you found his busy nature endearing, but as the days went by and he barely had time to sit down and talk to you, you started to feel the sting of his absence.

One morning, as he tried to slip out of bed to get ready for another mission, you reached out and grabbed his arm. “Narancia… don’t go,” you said softly, your voice cracking just enough to make him pause.

He turned to look at you, his eyes wide with surprise. “What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, kneeling back on the bed.

You sat up, clutching the sheets tightly. “I miss you,” you admitted, your gaze dropping to your lap. “You’re always running off somewhere, and I feel like I barely see you anymore.”

Narancia blinked, your words hitting him like a punch to the gut. “Oh no! no no,” he said quickly, scooting closer to you. “I didn’t realize you were feeling like this.”

You let out a shaky sigh. “I know your work is important, but… I just need you right now.”

Without hesitation, Narancia threw himself back into bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down with him. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his voice firm. “Today, I’m all yours. Whatever you want to do, we’ll do it.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his determination. “Really?”

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Really. I’ve been so stupid, haven’t I? I should’ve noticed you were feeling this way. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

For the rest of the day, Narancia didn’t leave your side. Whether it was lying in bed talking, cooking together in the kitchen, or dancing to music in the living room, he made sure you felt loved and cherished with every smile, laugh, and touch. By the end of the day, the ache of missing him was replaced by the warmth of knowing just how much he cared.

Guido Mista

Mista was always easygoing, but lately, his carefree nature had been replaced by exhaustion. Missions, meetings, and late nights had drained him so much that he barely had time for you. He’d stumble into bed, mutter a quick “Good night,” and be out like a light before you could even tell him how much you missed him.

This morning, as he got up to get ready, you decided enough was enough. You grabbed his hand and tugged him back onto the bed. “Guido, no,” you said firmly, wrapping your arms around his waist to keep him in place.

He blinked, caught off guard. “What’s this about, babe?” he asked with a half-laugh, though his voice softened when he saw the pout on your lips.

“You’re always leaving,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “I know you’re busy, but I barely see you anymore. I miss you, Mista. A lot.”

His playful grin faltered, replaced by a look of guilt. “Ah, damn,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t realize I was making you feel this way.”

You looked up at him, your eyes glossy. “I just… I need you here today. Please.”

Mista’s heart sank. Without another word, he kicked off his shoes and climbed back into bed, pulling you into his arms. “I’m sorry, babe,” he said, resting his chin on top of your head. “You’re right. I’ve been so caught up in everything else that I’ve been ignoring the most important person in my life.”

You buried your face in his chest, your fingers clutching at his shirt. “Just stay with me,” you whispered.

He tilted your chin up, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. “Today’s all about you. I don’t care if the boss himself calls me—I’m staying right here.”

For the rest of the day, Mista made sure to pamper you with all the love and attention you’d been missing. Whether it was cuddling under a blanket, sharing your favorite snacks, or laughing together over silly stories, he reminded you exactly why you’d fallen for him in the first place.

Trish Una

Trish had always been meticulous with her time—balancing her work, appearances, and responsibilities left little room for flexibility. Lately, though, it seemed like every spare second of hers was being devoured by her career. You understood how much she had on her plate, but the ache of her absence had begun to weigh heavily on you.

This morning, as she reached for her planner to prepare for another busy day, you grabbed her wrist gently. “Trish,” you murmured, your voice tinged with vulnerability. “Can you stay today?”

She turned to you, her perfectly lined eyes widening in surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I miss you,” you admitted, lowering your gaze. “You’ve been so busy, and I know it’s important, but I feel like I haven’t had you to myself in ages.”

Her expression softened immediately, her glossy lips parting as guilt flickered across her face. “I… didn’t realize it had been that bad,” she said, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You bit your lip, shrugging slightly. “I didn’t want to make you feel bad. But… I just need you today. Just this once.”

Trish hesitated for only a moment before snapping her planner shut and tossing it onto the bedside table. “You’re right,” she said firmly. “I’ve been too wrapped up in everything else. That stops now.”

“Really?” you asked, looking up at her with wide eyes.

She cupped your face in her hands, her touch soft but certain. “Really,” she said, her voice filled with conviction. “Today is yours. Whatever you want—name it, and it’s yours. I’ll cancel everything.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as she leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. The rest of the day was pure bliss: long cuddles, indulgent meals, and quiet moments where she reminded you, again and again, that no amount of work would ever mean more to her than you did.

I hope you don’t mind me forgetting to make these headcanons, that was totally my fault and if you do mind you can always text me and tell me if you’d like me to make a hc version!

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other posts, and if you’d like anything specific written for a jjba character/squad you can request it if my requests are open!

[sunsetsturniolos]

Oneshot: Matt confronting you after you start getting quiet. You’ve been getting insecure and you feel like you’re holding him back. This hot ass man is sweet as fuck tho!!!

talk to me - matt sturniolo x fem reader

a/n: took my own little twist on this :) sorry is there are any mistakes!

warnings: mentions of toxic childhood, not eating, hate comments, insecurities. if you are going through any of this please talk to someone! my inbox is always open if you need some to rant to 💞

as always my inbox is open for requests, but other than that, enjoy!

lots of love,

m💌💌💌

it had been about 2 weeks since you and the triplets have done anything together. every time they asked you to do something that involved getting ready nicely you shut them down. this wasn’t like you, normally you were a very bubbly and happy person who was always jumping at opportunities to do something fun, so you knew they were starting to get suspicious but you just brushed it off and moved on.

lately you’ve been feeling very insecure with yourself. you grew up in a toxic environment, which lead to you always having the thought in the back of your head that you weren’t good enough. recently, you’d been in some of the triplets videos, and the hate had been adding to this. you’d stopped eating as much, cutting down to a few snacks a day, maybe a whole meal if you were lucky. it’d been like this for a while, and while you hated doing this to yourself, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

a few days had passed and matt was starting to get worried. he knew you were struggling at the moment but he didn’t realise it was this bad. the triplets ordered canes for dinner last night, and while matt thought you ate your meal and didn’t finish because your stomach was hurting, he was wrong. he found your entire meal in the bin the next morning and suddenly everything made sense. he’s been trying to muster up the words and courage of what to say to you. he knew he had to do something, he couldn’t bare to see his beautiful girl going through this. he waited a while before finally going to your guys’ shared bedroom, already finding you sat on the bed, phone in hand. you had bags under your eyes. you’d lost a lot of weight, you weren’t yourself anymore.

“hey baby, can we talk?” matt stuttered,

“uh, yeah of course,” you hesitantly replied, these kind of conversations always made you nervous. “uhm i don’t really know how to start this, but i saw all of your food from last night in the trash, i thought you ate some of it?” matt asked.

shit. you thought.

“oh eh i just wasn’t that hungry thats all.” you quickly replied, hoping to end the conversation.

matt knew that was all bullshit.

“love, you and i both know that isn’t true,” he spoke.

oh you were screwed.

“talk to me baby, whats going on?” he carried on, adding a comforting hand to your thigh, you tensed under his touch.

tears started to well up in your eyes, you knew you couldn’t keep it in anymore, you had to tell him. “i’ve just been feeling a bit insecure recently, i mean you’ve seen the comments right? everyone thinks i’m fat!” you’d broken down by now. matt’s face was drained with guilt. “baby those comments don’t mean anything! your the most gorgeous girl i know! they’re just jealous, mean 12 year olds! please don’t let them affect you. everyone loves you so much, nick loves you, chris loves you, and i love you more than anything! this isn’t healthy, you need to eat.” matt was right. “i know, i just didn’t know what to do.” it was a lame excuse and you knew it, but you had nothing else to say. “please talk to me next time, you know i’m always here for you,” he reassured, you lazily nodded.

“i love you matt.” “i love you more baby, why don’t we go get ice cream from down the street, your favourite?” matt smiled. “that sounds great honey, thank you.” you blushed.

matt quickly kissed you forehead and grabbed his keys from the dresser. he held his hand out for you as you got up and interlocked fingers, making your way to the car.

what would you do without this boy.

tags: @sturnioloslurps @lacysturniolo @lewisroscoelove @55sturn @freshloveforthefit @lanai3mother

[halucynator]

Hi! Could I please request a FIC abt Mattheo or Theodore (I’m in love with them both) and the reader always picks her hangnails (to fidget bc she is on the spectrum and has adhd) and they get her to stop by alway holding her hands and she goes to his quidditch game? (I love your fics sm)

Good luck charm

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: like none? do tell if I missed any xx

Summary: (just like read the request I cba)

A/n: thanks for the request and thank you SO much for the compliment💞! Sorry for the wait xx I wrote it about mattheo because I'm in my mattheo era (plus I feel like theo wouldn't be the sporty type) but I will write a Theodore version as well if you're okay with waiting xx I also happen to have ADHD lol so I just related the story to myself. English isn't my first language so there might be mistakes xx not proof read. I don't love it but I don't hate it either xx hope you like it x

reblogs are appreciated xx

You sat down in Snape's potion class after you got scolded for being 5 minutes late. His classes were SO boring. Your ADHD didn't help either. You grabbed your quill and started to doodle but were shortly stopped by Snape shouting at you for the second time in a 15 minute span.

You rolled your eyes and looked for something to fiddle with. I mean, how could it be your fault that you had ADHD? Was it really that wrong that you needed to fiddle with something to concentrate? Snape definitely made it seem like a sin.

You noticed a hangnail on your finger and started to pick on that. Snape could take that away from you. I mean, was he going to cut off your fingers? As you pulled on the hangnail, you felt a little sting and you knew if your bare flesh made contact with even a drop of water, it would burn. This wasn't avoidable either especially since you were in potions. But you could worry about that later. As long as you could concentrate.

"You need to stop doing that. It looks painful. Plus it isn't healthy." Mattheo comments as be places his hand on yours. It's a comforting feeling but you feel uneasy, looking for something else to fiddle with.

"but I can't! I have ADHD."

"There's got to be better ways to cope."

"there's nothing else to fiddle with"

"Here." He slips one of his rings off his fingers and hands it to you.

"are you sure" you ask.

"yes love." He replies.

And so you fiddle with his silver ring the rest of the lesson but find it hard to with him holding one of your hand captive. You wanted to ask to move it, but you didn't want him to feel upset plus you kinda liked the feeling of his warm hand on your freezing cold one.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊**＊✿❀　❀✿＊**＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

You were excited for the quidditch match, Slytherin against Gryffindor. You walked up to Pansy, Theodore and Blaise, your group of friends, as you spotted then among the crowd which was dripping with anticipation.

As the game started, you found yourself searching for a particular brown, curly haired boy.

As you spotted him, aiming to score, you felt yourself blushing. As he scored half of the crowd cheered in excitement, and the other half groaned in frustration. As you locked eyes with the brunette boy, you caught hun winning at you which made you turn even more red than you already were if that was possible.

The game ended with Slytherin being victorious (which was a first).

After the game you walked up to Mattheo to congratulate him.

"I've never been to a quidditch match before but I heard this was Slytherin's first victory against Gryffindor."

"Guess you are a good luck charm." He smiled at you.

You blushed. Something about that comment felt genuine, like it was more than just a joke.

"Ah, is that so? You were amazing out there by the way."

"Only for you princess." He winked at you. "I assumed you were awestruck by me. I caught you staring." he grinned.

You blushed as you started to fiddle with your hangnail again. You felt a comforting hand on yours. Mattheo's hand.

"Now now love. We talked about this. Use my rings instead."

You felt nice that Mattheo cared about you. You smiled at him, trying to keep your composure. You felt like kissing him right there and then but you didn't.

Your friends walked up to Mattheo and congratulated him for the win, snapping you out of your daydream about the brunette boy who, at this very moment, was holding your hand.

"You could say we had a good luck charm." He winked at you.

You chuckled at the statement. Girlfriend had a better ring to it, but for now you settled for 'A good luck charm.'

[sixosix]

bachira!!!! but jealous bachira…. and he’s very confused about it

( ! ) i haven’t read too far into the manga, so the characterization i have of him (and when this takes place) is from what i’ve seen so far in the anime 💞

you’ve seen bachira excited, contemplative, and pouty. you’ve seen the way his eyes brighten, hollow, and dilate. you know how his face casts a shadow when he’s thrilled, followed by the slow, terrifying grin spreading across his face. you know him.

but you’ve never seen bachira meguru frown the way he’s doing right now.

the unfamiliar furrow of his brows and the downturn of his lips is a far cry from his usual expression.

it’s a cold evening, and you’re being treated to free food because you’re a friend of the team, so why not take the offer, right? more time to spend with your friends—and bachira—and a warm meal to fill your stomach sounds like the perfect way to spend your time before you head off to bed.

from across the table, kunigami continues talking about something, and though you were genuinely giving him all your attention earlier, the sight of bachira is distracting you. you nod absentmindedly, and bachira looks like he’s pouting, so your patience wears out.

“sorry, kunigami, can we continue this later?” you ask, but you’re already standing up and turning away.

kunigami blinks up at you. “oh, sure—”

bachira is sitting on the grass. he’s still staring at you, deep in thought.

“hey,” you settle down on the ground to nudge him with a curious look. “did something happen?”

bachira looks at you, and it does not make you feel warm like his usual sunny disposition or shiver with dread when he feels excited about a match. it’s a frown, hopelessly lost, and it makes you feel for it. he still hasn’t said anything.

you hesitate. “meguru?”

bachira seems to trail off from his daze. “y/n-chan,” he says, and you haven’t even realized he snaked an arm around your waist until he pulls you closer, shoulders against each other, faces closer than ever, and bachira still frowning.

a little more worried about his lack of energy today, you cup your palm over his forehead. “are you alright? maybe you should eat more.” his temperature is fine.

bachira clasps a hand around your wrist, staring, contemplative. “y/n-chan, i’m not mad at you.”

you blink, placing your free hand on his shoulders to gently pull away. “i didn’t say you were.”

bachira looks frustrated. the pout he has going on is adorable, though, and you would’ve cooed if you weren’t so concerned. “i’m not mad at y/n,” he insists, staring past you and glaring at the ground as if he’s convincing someone else—rather, something else.

bachira’s eyes clear, all of a sudden. if you had looked any closer, perhaps you would’ve also heard the whisper that floats into his ears. with newfound clarity and determination, bachira pulls you closer again until you’re draped on his lap, befuddled.

“you won’t leave me, right?” he asks.

when you can only blankly stare at him, bachira huffs, leaning on the slope of your neck to nuzzle sweetly into you, as if that’ll entice you to reply with the answer he wants.

“i wouldn’t leave you ever,” you say, sighing. exasperated, fond. “what brought this up—”

bachira pulls away only to lean closer where your noses are touching. “you wouldn’t leave me for kunigami, would you?”

ah.

“meguru,” you laugh, “are you jealous?”

he blinks, as if he realized it simultaneously as you did. the arms around your waist tighten, and he relaxes like a pleased cat. “was that it? i was jealous? ahh, y/n-chan, you’re making me feel too many things i can’t even understand! i’m not mad at you, just jealous of him.”

“oi, lovebirds. if you’re done making out, help us clean up!”

bachira smiles at chigiri sweetly, pushing his cheek against yours when you both face the team, “does that mean we have to make out first?”

chigiri makes a face. “what—”

bachira laughs brightly. in one smooth swoop, he lifts you bridal style and starts to trot away. “too late, haha! see you tomorrow!”

his other teammates yell at him to come back, and you find yourself chuckling along bachira’s delighted giggles.

with a sharp turn of an alleyway, bachira spares you the shakiness of the free ride and sets you down, his eyes wide. “i don’t—” he breathes slowly, and as always, his arms somehow around you in an instant, “—i don’t like feeling jealous. so keep promising me that you’re mine, okay?”

you laugh, “okay, meguru.” you let him kiss your knuckles one by one, hopelessly fond. “i promise.”

a/n WOW A BLLK fic i don’t even have a masterlist AND THIS SUCKS?? but i want everyone to know that i adore bachira sooo much

[sh4wty18]

helloo, how are you? 💞 can I request a fic about johnnie that's inspired by this video? https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeCLddwV/

sure! (the tiktok shows johnnie walking through a crowd of people with text that says it's giving "boyfriend leading you through the crowd at a party")

party.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: johnnie finds you at a party and leads you through the crowd to dance.

cw: fluff, language

word count: 753 words + edited

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“Babe, where are you?” you shout into your phone with your free hand plugging your ear. The party is extremely packed, with people practically shoulder to shoulder. You’re calling your boyfriend, Johnnie, to see if he’s almost arrived. He had said he was going to be there twenty minutes ago, and he still hasn't arrived. You were starting to get pissed off. 

“I promise I’m on my way! The traffic sucks dick and we’ve been in a stand still for the last ten minutes. I’ll be there soon, y/n,” Johnnie responds. 

You huff out an annoyed sigh, getting fed up with waiting when you’re all alone in the corner. Hiding from hoards of people was not your idea of a fun night, even with liquid courage. 

“Okay… I’m in the back corner, there’s too many people here. I’m not moving ‘til you get here.” you say sternly, trying your best not to be mad at him.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m going as fast as I can, I swear,” Johnnie says, attempting to comfort you.

“I know. I’m sorry, Johnnie. I’m not mad at you, I know you can’t control the traffic. I just miss you and you know I hate big crowds. I need you here with me to bring me out of my shell!” you say. “Okay, I’ll see you soon. It’s getting too loud to stay on the phone any longer.”

“Bye, baby. I’ll be there soon!” he responds. You hang up and look around the crowded party. Everyone you know is here, plus everyone invited at least three of their friends. Surely this is one of the biggest parties of the year. You looked around for familiar faces, Jake, Tara, Carrington, but you couldn’t find anyone.

After five more minutes of lingering in the corner, trying not to focus on how loud it was and how many people were surrounding you, you look up to see Johnnie walking toward you. He’s parting the crowd with ease, he always seems to catch eyes wherever he goes. He didn’t even realize it, you don’t think, but people were always staring at him. You knew he was attractive, but you didn’t realize until after you had started dating just how popular he was in LA. Any time you went to a party with him, you had no trouble working your way through crowds. He just had a way of making people move for him, usually to get a better look. 

His eyes meet yours in the crowd and he instantly lights up. He quickly walks to greet you, placing his hands on either side of your waist and gently pressing your back into the wall behind you, kissing you hello. 

You wrap your hands around his neck and return the kiss, smiling up at him as he pulls away, “Hi, baby,” he says softly in your ear.

“Hi, love,” you reply. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I’m so sorry I’m late.”

“Don’t apologize! You’re here now, and that’s all that matters!” you kiss him again and pull his body closer to yours as he moves his hands down to gently squeeze your ass. 

“You look amazing tonight! Well you always look perfect but you look even perfecter tonight,” Johnnie shouts over the loud song that’s echoing throughout the building. 

You laugh, “Awww, thanks baby!” 

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t constantly shower you with compliments and worship the ground you walk on?!” he asks teasingly, but you know deep down he isn’t joking. “Wanna go dance?”

“I would love to go dance with my super hot, amazing boyfriend,” you say, which causes him to blush.

Johnnie interlocks one of his hands with yours, fingers intertwining, and leads you through the crowd to the dance floor. He looks back every couple seconds to make sure you’re okay, giving you little grins and winks each time, which you relish. He’s so cute. You often wonder how you got so lucky. 

Once you’re at the dance floor, Johnnie twirls you and pulls your body against his again, still holding your hand from before, but placing his other hand on your lower back. You grind your hips into his and sway your bodies side to side to the rhythm of the music. He leans in close to you, so your foreheads are almost touching. 

“I love you!” he shouts.

“I love you more,” you add.

“I love you most,” he finishes, and closes the gap between your lips again.

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short but cute! i hope you all enjoyed <3

[thetorturedwriterdepartment]

h.s. | short n’ sweet (ig au) | part 2

sabrinacarpenter!reader x harry styles.

part 1

warnings: language, haters commeting, some details may not be accurate, english is not my first language. credits to the pics' owners.

🚫don’t copy, translate or put my work thru an AI.

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stay tuned for date announcements!💋

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well this is part 2 my friends, I hope you like it ❤️ i'd love to read some feedback :)

[twiishaa]

HI IM HERE FOR THE SLUMBER PARTY!

i brought fluffy socks bc i cant sleep without them :(( and romcoms are my fav movies to watch! once we’re done, we can bake some cookies while singing karaoke of talk too much by coin! :D with either megumi or inumaki TYY 💞

HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS YOU DESERVE IT AND SO MUCH MORE! KEEP DOING WHAT UR DOING AND TAKE CARE, ILYSM☝️💗💞💖💕🎀 - 💌 anon

! 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 twisha’s 100 followers slumber party ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ - affogato and a kiss

megumi x reader wc approx 800 warnings IM SO SORRY I DINT THINK I INCORPORATED THE COOKIES PROPERLY but it’s too late to change it now 🤕 i hope you still like it

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the cafe a few minutes away from you was familiar to both you and him.

more often than not, when you had a spare minute, you’d find yourself at your friend’s vintage cafe to keep her company.

and most of the time, megumi fushiguro was there too.

he found it a constant in his ever changing life, a getaway from his hectic schedule. just basking in its ambience, occasionally adding to your and your friend’s energetic conversation. his stoic face didn’t convey much emotion, but inside he enjoyed it a lot.

in fact, it wasn’t just the atmosphere he enjoyed, but also your presence too. over time, megumi had grown to look forward to the time he’d spend at the cafe, when you walk in with a totally new and absurd story, or the drama about your new dodgy neighbour.

it was safe to say he started to harbour a crush on you.

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it was a particularly busy day at the cafe. you and megumi, the cafe regulars, were sharing a table right next to the counter. while your friend, the owner of the cafe, was back in the kitchen, you decided to spark a conversation with the mysterious raven-haired regular.

“so, fu… fushiguro, right?” you started.

he looked a little surprised that you were talking directly to him. usually, you would be talking to your friend, when he would say something to add to the conversation.

“yeah. fushiguro.”

“-but megumi is fine.” he added hastily.

you smiled at him. “okay! megumi! i’m [name], by the way.”

taking a small sip from your drink, you asked him,

“so, what’s your go-to order?”

“uhh… i usually get an iced americano, but i wanted to get something new, so i tried the affogato. it looked interesting…” he replied, trailing off at the end.

“oh my gosh! we’re matching!” you squealed, gesturing to your drink.

“the affogato is the best drink on the menu. it’s my favourite!”

megumi knew that. he ordered the affogato because it was your favourite.

just as megumi said that, your friend hurriedly made her way to your table, with megumi’s aforementioned affogato.

“-and here’s one affogato!” she said animatedly.

putting your cup down next to his, you watched megumi stir in the ice cream and then try it.

“so, what do you think?” you asked while he put the mug down.

megumi made a confused expression. “it’s a bit sweet, but i like it,” your face lit up.

your friend heard your conversation from the counter.

“oh my god [name], you’ve converted another one into an affogato eccentric!” she yelled, earning a laugh from you and a small chuckle from megumi.

absentmindedly, you picked up a cup from the table and took a sip.

wait a minute.

this felt hotter than your affogato… almost as if it was just served.

you paused.

before you could process any more, megumi (very embarrassingly) began to point out,

“uh [name], i think-“

“oh my god! megumi i’m so sorry, that’s so embarrassing,” you exclaimed, hiding your face in your hands.

it finally sunk in. you had an indirect kiss with your slightly-attractive male friend.

oh god.

megumi didn’t seem fazed from the tone of his voice; however his cheeks were a bright pink. his face was as warm as the affogato in question.

“my first kiss, too…” you muttered, still hiding in your hands.

a flustered megumi was trying to calm the situation down, while your friend was just laughing hysterically while making an order.

“[name] it’s fine, honestly. i don’t think indirect kisses really count that much anyway-“

“but they do! this was my first kiss! i wanted it to be cute, but this..” you were definitely being melodramatic. with a loud screech, you got up from your chair, put your money on the table and ran out of the cafe yelling a shaky “sorry! i just remembered i left my iron on… or something…”

megumi and your friend looked at each other completely dumbfounded, before your friend broke the silence;

“i don’t think [name] owns an iron… she lives in a cramped apartment.”

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the next day was awkward. there was no one else in the cafe; it was midday, your friend was out to run an errand, so she closed the cafe for a while. it was you and megumi sat at the counter, cafe-sitting. hesitantly, megumi turned his head to face you.

“i’m really sorry about yesterday. i really am.” he said, avoiding eye contact a little.

you chuckled nervously. “oh, no it’s okay, i think i overreacted a little too.” turning around to look at megumi, you caught his eyes staring at you with a kind of warmth you’d never seen him display before. honestly, it made you lose your breath a little, only a few inches from his face.

megumi said, with a starstruck look,

“could i… kiss you for real? you know, like, to make up for it?”

note again i’m so sorry 💌anon but i hope you like it 😭😭 it was super fun to write i think im a pro a cafe aus now HAHA sorry for not posting lately, im starting to get pace again so another one will be out soon!! make sure to req if you want and reblogs are super appreciated!! love you lots xx

[riversturniolo]

bsf! chris sturniolo x reader

summary: you and chris are childhood friends, one night chris texts you and you find out that he is not in a great position. You go to see him immediately.

warnings: kissing, suggestive, fluff

2.14 am

Chris texted me, I was listening to my sleeping playlist and my headphones were in so I heard the chime. “are u sleeping?” I open my eyes hardly and reply to chris’ chat; “I was trying to” I FaceTime him. His eyes are all puffy and red. I wake quickly, “Chris, Are you okay?” He replies, “ I don’t know. I’m just so scared about the future and losing everyone and shit. And I just, I like I wanted to talk to you. I’m sorry it’s late or whatever-“ I let out a deep breath; “ Chris it’s okay, you can talk to me anytime you like. I’m glad that you called me. But I can’t leave you looking like this. Can I come over?” Chris’ eyes lit up with fireworks, “Yes I would really like that.”

2.43 am

I text him, “Open the dooooor”

He reads the message and opens the back door quietly.

“Heyy y/n, thank you so fucking much for coming im so happy that i have a friend like you.”

I smile at him and we go into the kitchen to just sit there and talk a bit.

We talk about his concerns and i listen to him, deeply and try to understand him.

I hug him. But my heart is racing, my palms are sweaty. Im feeling so nervous while i shouldn’t about my best FRIEND this way.

But it wouldn’t mind if he kissed me right now and got me up to his room and-

I should stop. I should go. This is bad. Our friendship is going to be ruined if i dont stop thinking like this about him.

4.11 am

We are now sitting on the couch in his room and watching some random tv show because we have to sleep but we cant.

I tell him that i should go, that it may be weird for his parents about me staying the night. He tells me that he wants me there, he tells me that im the only one he wants me there. I want to jump in his face and kiss him all over.

I cant.

I cant.

I shouldn’t.

I shouldn’t.

But…

I kiss him.

He reaches for my neck and stars kissing me harder. Our mouthes move in sync. Its perfect. Its like my life is complete and i didn’t even know that i needed this until like 2 hours ago.

We stare at each other.

“I have wanted this for ever y/n. I was justing losing hope now but, now i think its impossible for me to ever even consider losing hope.”

“Why didnt you make a move?” I reply.

“I did. I really did but i think it just wasnt enough?”

I hug him. I tell him that i dont ever wanna lose him so he has to make his mind about this. He kisses me, and tells me that im his dream.

We move to the bed and cuddle together for a bit. He tells me that Nick is going to be thrilled about this.

“He’s been shipping us for like 7 years now, y/n. I think he is gonna pass out when he finds out about this.”

authors note: this is my first fic, i hope you liked it 💞

[ilovebubblegum]

hi finn! :) You’re the best writer i know. I know you are busy so I am pantiently waiting to read more of your wonderful stories ❤️ you make me so happy and whenever i’m having anxiety I can always read your stories and they make me smile 💞 ❤️💞

We Never Get Nights Like This (Joel Miller X Reader)

Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, lmk if I missed any

A/N: This was a request from someone on wattpad, hope you like it too! Thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 . Thank you for being patient and enjoying my stories. So glad to hear they make you smile and happy when you have anxiety. As someone who is also suffering from anxiety, I will do my best to entertain you! Sending you lots of hugs and kisses 😘

Life in Jackson had settled into a comfortable routine for you and Joel. The days seemed to blur together as Joel carried out his duties patrolling the outskirts and ensuring the safety of the community. You, on the other hand, spent your time caring for Ellie, your baby, and managing the household.

It was late at night when Joel returned from spending the previous night on patrol. He found you sitting on the porch, softly humming a lullaby to your baby. He sighed, a mixture of fatigue and guilt tugging at his heart. He had been absent more often than he'd like, and he missed spending time with his wife and children.

You looked up as Joel approached, a warm smile on your face despite the exhaustion in your eyes. 

"Hey there, stranger," you patted the space next to you on the porch swing.

"Hey," Joel replied, sinking down beside you. He watched the baby, cooing at his baby in your arms. 

"How's everything been?" He asked while you leaned your head on his shoulder, your exhaustion momentarily forgotten. 

"Busy with all the newborn stuff, but good. Just wish you were around more."

"I know, baby. I'm sorry." Joel's chest tightened with a mix of regret and affection. 

You reached over and squeezed his hand. "It's not your fault. We both knew what we were signing up for when we decided to stay here."

He nodded, his gaze fixed on your eyes. "Yeah, I guess we did."

After a few moments of comfortable silence, you sat up straight. 

"You know what, though? How about we change things up a bit? Tomorrow, let's take a break from everything. Drop Ellie and the baby off with Tommy for the night and have some time just for us."

"You really mean it?" Joel turned to her, a hint of surprise in his eyes. 

"Absolutely. We deserve it." You grinned and nodded. 

The next day, after ensuring everything was set for Ellie and the baby, you and Joel went to drop your kids to Tommy’s. Thankfully, Maria wanted to help.

As the sun set, you and Joel found yourself having the time of your life. The crackling of a fire and the soft flicker of candlelight set the mood as they shared a candlelit dinner in your kitchen. You shared conversations and your laughter was infectious.

After dinner, you danced to the tune of a song playing on an old record player. Joel held you close, his hand resting against the small of your back as you swayed together. The worries of the outside world melted away as you reveled in each other's presence.

As the night wore on, the two of you found yourselves wrapped in each other's arms on the couch warming by the fireplace. Your fingers entwined as you shared tender kisses and touches.

“I missed you.” You hummed as Joel kissed your neck.

You giggled and caressed his salt and pepper hair. Joel smirked, grabbed your shoulders and pushed you to lay down. You were now under his big and broad body. 

“Joel!” You were surprised at the sudden movement. 

“I missed you more.” Joel answered, then gave you a slow and passionate kiss, tongues intertwined.

You moaned as your hands wrapped around his broad back. Joel moved to lay beside you but the couch wasn’t big enough. 

*Thud*

Joel groaned as you fell on top of him on the carpet. Both of you giggled in each other’s arms. You gave him a peck because of his clumsiness. Then you slowly took your clothes off, freeing your bare breast.

“I’m so lucky to have such a beautiful wife.”  Joel’s eyes were up and down admiring you. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he saw you naked in front of him.

Your cheeks redden as you heard his sweet words. Then Joel followed you and undressed himself. You lay yourself on the floor and Joel crawled on top of you. His head to your chest, hand holding your breast, sucking your nipple wildly like he was hungry for you. Well yes, he was hungry to taste you. You moaned, hands on his head and pulled his hair. Joel moaned.

You let Joel take his time touching you and he finally went down, spreading your legs wide open. You could see the hunger in his eyes when he saw your glistening pussy. He looked at your eyes as if he was asking for permission. You nodded and he started licking your pussy up and down, circling your clit. He was so good, he gave you shivers.  

“Joel..” You called his name softly.

Joel raised his head and looked at you. He knew you needed him to be inside you. He crawled to you, lips touching yours, letting you taste yourself. His hand stroked his hardened cock with your juices and pushed himself inside you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Joel groaned. 

He missed the way you taste, the way your pussy clenched on his cock, the sound you made  – he missed you. You moaned as he thrusted. 

“Kiss me.” You whispered to his ear.

Joel kissed you as soon as you told him too. You swallowed each other’s moans, enjoying one of the rarest moments since you had a baby and Joel being busy with patrols. 

Joel thrusted faster and deeper as he knew he was cumming. You knew you were cumming too. After a few thrusts the two of you came. Joel groaned as he came and he fell next to you, extending his hand behind your neck. You giggled and moved closer to Joel, your arms spooning him. You had never felt so good for a long time. 

"We never get nights like this," Joel whispered, his voice a mixture of contentment and longing.

You smiled and stroked his chest, "We should try to change that."

[ghostlychief]

maybee a nsfw beach day with Simon? All of 141 goes out to the beach and has a water balloon fight or something fun and ofc reader if wearing a bikini and isss HOTT and yk Simon gets a little jealous since the rest of 141 (especially Johnny) was giving glances up on down so he goes and claims what’s his 😛

love your writing hope everything is going okay in your life !!!!!💞🦔

thank you so much! I hope everything is going okay in your life too <3 I'm so sorry for the late reply to your request, i know this was sent in months ago. I hope you enjoy what i threw together <3

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sun-kissed

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

wc: ~1,627

warnings: NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DNI; fingering, heavily making out, missionary, implied creampie, unprotected sex

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You should have known that multiple eyes would be following you throughout the day when you decided to wear your hot pink bikini that left little to the imagination. It just so happened that those “multiple eyes” were Simon’s friends and colleagues from work, aka task force 141.

Could anyone really blame you though? You were on a tropical beach, you were young and pretty, and you had curves in all the right places. Of course, you wanted to pack your sexiest and brightest bathing suits. And also, it’s not your problem that men can’t keep their eyes off you. Nope, not your problem at all. You’re simply existing, and doing nothing wrong except wanting to enjoy the pleasant beach.

So, here you were, just minding your business laying on the beach, enjoying the sunrays and summer breeze, completely unaware of your brooding boyfriend sitting next to you in a beach chair. Earlier, you tried to convince Simon to lie down and sun bathe with you, but he politely declined and opted to sit in a chair instead, with a hat and sunglasses on to cover his face.

You weren’t oblivious to the stares some of the 141 men gave you. Some tried to be more subtle about it, and others seemed to have slipped into a trance, completely unaware that they have been more or less looking at you for a good minute (Johnny).

You never gave a reaction or said anything to any of them, because you really didn’t care what they thought of you. Again, you were only there to enjoy the beach and spend time with your boyfriend.

You thought you heard Simon mutter “Fucking hell,” at some point, but you’re unsure if you were just hearing things and continued to lay in the sun, with the breeze caressing your hair.

An hour or two later, you’re sharing the umbrella with Simon, sitting on towels, eating a small lunch when Johnny, aka “Soap,” jogs up to you guys with a volleyball in hand.

He smiles at you guys, and if you were paying closer attention, you would have noticed that his smile was slightly strained and that his throat bobbled a couple times as he looked at Simon.

“Do you guys want to join us for a round of volleyball?” His question seemed innocent enough to you, so you eagerly answered, “Yeah! I’m down.” You turn to Simon and your smile drops a little when you notice he’s kind of glaring at Johnny. Weird.

Simon looks at you for a second, his eyes softening a hair, but then he turns back to Johnny and they’re hard again. His voice is gruff as he explains, “Actually, I think we were going to go back to the house for a break. Y/N’s been laying in the sun for a while, and I could use a good AC break.”

Your eyebrows furrow, and you open your mouth to protest, but Simon cuts in again, “Right, Y/N?”

He’s giving you a strained look, and you just nod, and then look back up at Johnny. “Yeah, Simon’s right. I could use a break. We can play next game.”

Johnny looks between you and Simon before saying his goodbyes then runs off to where the other 141 men are, all waiting to start the game.

You and Simon start to pack up your lunch, and you harshly whisper, “What was that about?” Once all packed, you guys start walking back to the house, which is only a five minute walk.

“Literally, all of those men have been gawking at you the whole day. I don’t think there’s been one moment where one of them has not been looking at you.”

You let his words sink in for a moment, and you realize that he was right. I didn’t do anything to make him feel insecure, did I? No, no I didn’t. You quickly shake those thoughts out of your head because you didn’t give anyone any attention besides Simon. Guilt still slowly creeps through you even though you did nothing, but you understand why Simon feels upset.

You rest your hand on his bicep, the motion signaling him to stop walking and he turns to face you. You look up at your boyfriend, and you’re still taken aback by how good looking he is. The sun has slightly tanned his skin to perfection, and has lighted his hair so that blonde highlights reflect brightly in the sunlight. The tan that developed on his arms accentuates his brawny muscles and his forearm tattoo, looks darker, and more contrasting than before. Basically, summer is a good look on Simon, and you love to see your boyfriend let loose and enjoy himself for once.

Your voice is soft as you ask, “Are you okay?” You leave your hand on his arm, hoping to provide some level of comfort to your boyfriend. He lets out a sigh, but then gives you a small smile, “Of course. Sorry, I didn’t mean for this to get me wound up. I was just feeling annoyed at all of them.”

You grant him a nod, understanding his point of view. He continues, “They have no fucking shame, those bastards.” This makes you laugh and you say, “Agreed, no shame at all.” This makes Simon laugh and you both continue walking to the house.

Once there, you ask, “So, what’s the real reason why you wanted to bring me back to the house while everyone was still at the beach?” Your eyebrows are quirked up, and you have a shit-eating grin on your face.

“So I can do this!” Simon quickly grabs you and picks you up bridal style, which has you squealing in shock and you’re laughing. He takes you to your room and kicks the door shut before placing you on the bed.

“Ahhhh, I see now.” You’re still grinning like a fool in love and Simon leans down to hover over you, hands braced on either side of your head.

He’s smiling then he finally closes the gap between you, and kisses you. The kiss quickly deepens and his tongue slips into your mouth, while his hand trails down your stomach and dips down in your bikini bottoms. He runs two fingers down and up your slit, and you’re already wet from his touch. He preps you with one finger, slowly pumping in and out as he continues to make out with you. Your hands are roaming his shoulders and down his arms before traveling down to tug at the hem of his shirt.

He helps you remove his tank top, and he goes back to kissing you, and then adds a second finger. The stretch feels heavenly, and you’re letting out the prettiest moans that he’s swallowing with his kisses. You figure you should return the favor, so your hand dips under his waistband and you grab his length, pumping up and down.

His thumb flicks over your clit, and you feel your high build and build, threatening to drop any minute. When it finally hits you, hot waves of pleasure wash over your body and Simon starts kissing down you neck, gently nipping at your skin. He kisses your collar bones, then makes his way back up your neck until he’s on your lips again. He swiftly removes your top, followed by your bottoms and you do the same for him by removing his swimming shorts.

Simon kisses down your chest and leaves small, quick kisses all over your stomach, which makes your heart flutter. He rubs your clit in soothing circles with two fingers and then leans down and spits, adding more lubrication. He moves back up your body, kissing you behind your ear as you continue to pump him. You voice to him that you’re ready, and you guide him into you, and he enters you slowly, taking in the full stretch of him.

Once settled, he starts moving, setting a generous rhythm which has your high building up again and quickly. Your trace your hands down his abs, feeling the distinct ridges of each muscle, and then trace them along the hard planes of his arms. His fingers continue to rub you, and the feeling of his hands plus his dick moving in and out of you has you reach your high quickly, waves of pleasure washing over you once again.

You’re heavily panting and he soon follows, he too breathing heavily. His head is dipped, and you bring your hands up to cup either side of his face, so that he’s looking at you. Grinning at him you confess, “I love you.” You admit this while he’s softening inside of you, and he lets out a chuckle, “I love you too.”

You guys clean up and put your bathing suits back on, getting ready to go back to the beach.

“So, what are they odds that they’ll know we just had sex?” You see Simon look slightly above you, no doubt looking at the state of your hair. Subconsciously, you start to smooth it down, and you guys begin walking to the beach, hand in hand.

“I don’t really care what they know. They’re nosy fucks, and maybe now they won’t feel comfortable gawking at my girlfriend.” You think it’s kind of cute that he’s a little jealous, but you refrain from giggling at his statement, so you just smile and squeeze his hand. “No worries, babe, I only have eyes for you.” You give Simon an over-exaggerated wink, and his only response is a large laugh.

Once back at the beach, you join everyone in the volleyball game, and you can’t help but notice how many times Simon spikes the ball over the net, right at Johnny’s face.

[littlespacereader]

So I’m only on episode 2 of season 1 of Good Omens but I’m already OBSESSED! So here’s a little fic I whipped up. Disclaimer: I don’t know if this is at all accurate to anything the characters would or wouldn’t do so please keep that in mind when reading. I promise once I’m further along in the show I’ll write a proper fic and open the fandom up for writing prompt request. Anyway please enjoy! 💞

Waking Up In A Bookshop

Caregiver!Aziraphale, Caregiver!Crowley & GN Little!Reader (SFW)

Tw- car accident causes reader to get hurt. It’s minor but I wanted to put it out there just in case!

Tags- Reader gets hurt! (nothing violent, they just pass out), hurt and comfort, accident, diapers, pacifier, stuffie snake, Crowley and Aziraphale become cgs.

Nicknames- kid, kiddo, little one, darling, sweetheart, sweet one, Papa (for Crowley), Dada (for Aziraphale)

Of course I was late! And this would be the second time this week! I rushed down the sidewalk, weaving through the crowds to make it to my job.

I wasn’t my fault! It seemed as though London was working against me. The bus was always late and the walk from the bus stop to the coffee shop is about a 15 minute walk.

But today it seems the universe was out to get me. Even with the bus always being late I still missed it. So I had to take the later bus. Once I got off I knew I had to RUSH.

So here I was…running. The streets of London were packed as always. I tried to maneuver my way through the many people so I could make my job on time for a change. I decided to take a path down a different road which resulted in me waiting at a corner to cross the street.

I anxiously waited for the light to give the pedestrians the right away to cross the street. But it was taking FOREVER! I looked across the street and noticed there were no cars coming. So I decided to go for it and take my chances. I should realize that I shouldn’t gamble with fate like that.

A black car rounds the corner at a record speed. I was half way across the street when it happened. Without any time to react my backpack clips the car, causing me to spin and fly backward onto the payment below.

I hit my head hard against the road. For a moments everything went blurry as my brain and body tried to process what had happened. I stare up at the sky laying on my back in the middle of the road.

Tears start to fall from my eyes as my regression takes hold of me. I hear the car come to a screeching stop and two people get out of the car.

“I told you not to take turns that fast! Look what happened!” One yelled.

“They came out of no where! How is this my fault?! They were jaywalking!” The other argued.

One of them ran over and kneeled next to me on the street. “I’m so terribly sorry! Are you alright? Do you need an ambulance?” I couldn’t even move, my head pounded and my vision was too blurry to even make the man out. I just cried and tried to lift my arm up to him.

“Angel don’t be ridiculous they’re fine-.” The other man stopped mid-sentence when he came over and saw me.

“Tell me, what’s your name sweetheart?” The less harsh one asked as he took my hand in his.

“…Y/N…” I tried to say, but I’m not even sure if it came out that way or not. My head and my body couldn’t take the pain. My eyes started to close and I started to slip into unconsciousness.

“Hey, hey, hey! Stay with us darling, don’t close your eyes.” The first man said with a voice layered in worrying. But it hard trying to stay awake. I kept fading in and out.

The second man kneeled beside me. I felt my head being lifted up. “No blood, cuts or bump yet but they might have a concussion or worst.” My head was gently placed back down.

“We have to take them to the bookshop.” The first guy replied.

“What?! Are you crazy? Why would we need to worry ourselves with that? Listen, why don’t we drop them off at the hospital and be on our way.”

“Crowley!!”

“Okay! Okay! Fine! We’ll take the kid home.”

I felt myself being lifted up from the street and into someone’s arms. I whined without even realizing it because I heard the second man…Crowley I think…start to say, “Hey, it’s okay. Easy does it kiddo. I’ve got you.”

I rested my head against him as he carried me over to the very thing that put me into this position, the fancy black car. Crowley gently laid me in the back seat.

He shrugged his jacket off and laid it on me like a blanket on before he sat in the drivers seat and his partner jumped in the front seat.

My eyes opened a little bit to make out the two. One of them had red hair and wore all black and the other had white hair and wore tan. Both of them looked at me worried.

The man with the white hair smiled and caressed my face. “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you I promise. Just stay with us okay, I want to see those beautiful eyes.”

I tried to nod but the slightest movement hurt. But he seemed to notice me trying. He smiled back with a warm comforting smile.

As the engine started with a roar and we started to raced down the streets of London, my new found headache returned to me. I watched as my imagine of the two men started to fade more and more into the darkness.

“Y/N? Y/N stay with us…Crowley this is the only time I’m going to say this but, speed up!”

“I’m going as fast as I can. Come on kiddo just a little longer, stay with us.”

“Y/N?” ………..

“Y/N!”………………………..

Then darkness took me as I slipped into unconsciousness.

~~~

The front door the the bookshop swung open. Crowley carried the unconscious Little through the door with a frantic Aziraphale walking behind holding their backpack.

“Hurry upstairs. I want to put ice on their head right away.” Aziraphale ushered.

“Angel they’re not dying, they’re just hurt.” Crowley tried to say, more for himself than to Aziraphale. Not that he would admit it.

“Regardless I want to get them in our bed and rested.”

“Our bed?!” Crowley whined.

“You hit them with the Bentley!!” Aziraphale reminded him.

“Yeah, you’re right. Right….” Crowley sighed at the reminder of his guilt.

The two quickly went upstairs with the Little. Aziraphale dashed into the kitchen, dropping their backpack on the table while rushing around to grab the first aid kit and some ice packs.

Crowley brought the Little into their bed room and gently laid them down on the bed. But that’s when he noticed something.

“Angel…come here for a moment.” He softly called for the angel.

“What ever is the matter Crowley?” He asked walking into the room, arms full of ice packs and bandages.

But just as Crowley froze, Aziraphale froze as well. But for Aziraphale it was just for a moment. He immediately got to work. “It seems as though the little one had a small accident. Nothing we can’t take care of.”

“They had an accident,” Crowley repeated, “You know that means they’re on the younger side of things.”

“To begin with, you hit them with the car so I can imagine the trauma of it all threw them into their headspace, which happens to be younger.” Aziraphale started to say.

“Will you stop reminding me!” Crowley yelled only for Aziraphale to shush him.

“And secondly the accident is easy to take care of see,” With the snap of his fingers Y/N’s pants became magically dry thanks to a small miracle. “There, it’s as if it hasn’t happened.”

Crowley was next to snap his figures, this time twice making two miracles. Aziraphale looked over at Crowley who looked at the Little, still laced with guilt.

“I just gave them a diaper…you know, just incase. Plus a gift from me after hurting them.” Under Y/N’s arm was now a stuffed animal snake tucked in securely.

Aziraphale smiled at Crowley’s generosity. “I’m sure they’ll love it. Now, let’s let them rest a bit while you help me with the bandaged and ice packs.”

The two spent the rest of the morning tending for the Little. Making sure that when they woke up they would be alright and safe in their apartment above the bookshop.

Aziraphale sat on one side and Crowley sat on the other side of the bed, both looking at the unconscious Little who was now all bandaged and ice up.

“Perhaps we should look for their wallet.”

“Angel is this really the best time to be robbing them?”

“Crowley! We’re not robbing them! I just thought we better check if they have a Caregiver. They better notify them of what’s happened.”

“Oh. Right.” Crowley nodded.

The two went off to the kitchen leaving the Little while they spelt. Over on the table sat their backpack. While Aziraphale would’ve had a softer, more gentle approach to finding the wallet inside the backpack, Crowley just picked and dumped all the contents onto the table.

Aziraphale sighed and started to sort through everything. He grabbed their wallet and then their Little emergency card.

“Ah! Well you were right, they’re definitely younger headspace wise. And it says oh….” Aziraphale stopped, his face turning sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“They don’t have a Caregiver. There’s nothing but info about them. No caregiver listed.”

Crowley took the card and looked it over. “How could they not have a Caregiver? They’re too young to be without one. What if something happened?”

Aziraphale raised an eye brown, “Something did happen.” He sighed and started to think. But in that moment something struck him. “Wait.” He looked back up at Crowley. “What if this is all meant to be?”

“What do you mean?” Crowley lifted his head up to look at the Angel.

“Y/N! Maybe they were meant to get hit by the Bentley! Tell me, how long have you and I been searching for a Little of our own?”

“Oh well…let’s see…”

“It’s been years! But we never had the time to actually sit down and find the right one. Well…” he gestured towards the bedroom. “We found them!”

“Angel…you can’t be serious.” Crowley rolled his eyes.

“Who knows? Maybe this is all a part of the grand plan of things?”

“So I was supposed to hit them with the Bentley as sort of this grand plan by the higher ups to give us a Little…I’m understanding this right?” Crowley put his hands on his hips. Looking at Aziraphale all sassy like.

“I mean naturally we’d have to ask them but I’m sure that they’re our Little. Look, all I known is I don’t care about anyone as much as I do you. But they bring out a new sort of feeling in me. I’m worried for someone other than you. I’ve just wanted to care for them ever since the moment we first saw them. So it must be true! I mean don’t tell you haven’t felt the slightest bit nurturing with them? Making sure they’re comfortable, putting an ice pack on their head?” Aziraphale looked at Crowley, already knowing the answer to his question.

“I might have,” Crowley said as nonchalantly as he could. He took a seat at the table. “I just…I just don’t want to get my hopes up incase it’s doesn’t work out.” It was an honest and sincere response. He never took rejection well.

“I’m going to grab a book then sit and keep an eye on the little one. Could you put the kettle on for us?” Aziraphale asked and Crowley nodded. With that Aziraphale disappeared downstairs to the bookstore.

Crowley paused and watched his partner go. With a sigh he walked over and put the kettle on for the two of them.

After he planted himself back at the table, looking through all Y/N’s belongings noisily. He picked up a plain pacifier and even plainer diaper. Oh no, if they were his Little, he would have to get them some supplies with the cutest designs and colors. He smiled to himself, he would spoil his Little rotten.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the kettle going of behind him. He jumped out of his seat and went off to make Aziraphale his cup of tea.

Aziraphale returned, book in hand. He knew just what he was looking for, “How to Care for A Young Little, A Caregiver’s Guide.” He might as well start to get familiar…it never hurt. Taking his tea cup from Crowley, he made his way to the bedroom to watch over the little one while they rested.

~~~

The first thing I realize was I was no longer on the street. Memories came back in bits and pieces but what came through the most was the pain. Oh right, I was hit by a car.

I whined and squeezed my eyes closed. Just as I gave away I was awake a soft voice spoke to me and took my hand in theirs. “Easy there sweet one, you’ve had quite a troubling day. Open your eyes at your own speed, don’t force yourself.”

Taking his advice I slowly started to open my eyes. Slowly I started to see the person with the sweet and comforting voice. His face started out looking blurry at first but eventually I could see him clearly.

“There you are darling. How are you feeling?” The man with white hair ask me. He rubbed small circles on my hand to comfort me.

Before I answered back I took in myself and where I was. I was in a very comfortable bed wrapped in the softest blankets. I could feel a bandage on my head and a bandaid on my hands. The room was cozy and warm, smelling like old books and tea.

He looked at me with a small smiled filled with concerned. “Hurts.” I told him, squeezing his hands in mine. My little side couldn’t articulate all these big thoughts properly.

“Aww, I’m sure it does hurt. But the ice pack should start to help the pain go away. You’re okay darling. Just a little bump on the head but nothing serious. You’re very brave.” He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Brave?”

“Oh yes very brave.” He smiled back.

“What’s…what’s your name?” I asked the sweet man.

“My name is Aziraphale and my partner with the red hair is Crowley.”

“Az…Azraph…”

“I know it’s a bit of a mouth full.” He laughed.

“Aziraphale.” I said more confidently.

“That’s it! Wonderful darling!” He praised.

And for the first time that day I smiled. Aziraphale was treating me so kind for someone who hit me with their car. Wait…wasn’t there someone else? Aziraphale wasn’t the drive…Crowley….he was the driver…

Like clockwork the other person knocked at the door. Aziraphale turned towards it, “You can come in Crowley. They’re awake.”

Soon the door opened and in came the second guy. Now I remember him! He was driving the car and he had the really red hair. He looked guilty as he took me in.

“Hey kiddo. How you feeling?”

“Head hurts.” I lifted my hand to feel my bandages but Aziraphale stopped me.

“No, no darling. Keep them on. They’re to keep the ice pack on your head.”

I sighed and put my hand back down in my lap. That’s when I noticed the new stuffed animal. “A snake!” I lifted it up and admired it.

“Yes, I thought you might like a gift for everything you’ve been through.” Crowley took a seat on the other side of the bed.

“I love it! The colors are so pretty!!” It was red with black stripes. And it was soooooo soft.

“I’m happy you do.” Crowley smiled. He picked up the snake and made it slide up and down my leg. Then he had it pretend to attack my hand. I couldn’t help but giggle every time he did it.

He handed me back the snake before he spoke again, “I want to apologize though. I’m so sorry you got hurt. It was never my intention.”

I lifted my eyes and looked at Crowley sincerely. “It’s okay. I should’ve waited and not just walk across the street. But I accept your apology.”

I could instantly see Crowley start to relax a bit. “Thank you kiddo.”

“Y/N we happened to notice your ID card says you don’t have a Caregiver, is that right?” Aziraphale asked.

I nodded my head. “Yeah…” I looked down, a bit saddened. “I’m fine on my own though.”

“You’re are a bit young, kiddo. I don’t want to think of someone as young as you being on their own.” Crowley added.

“Why I bring this up is…well, Crowley and I are Cargivers. Now you don’t have to accept right now or make any sort of decisions, especially with your head injury, but if you’ll allow us, we’d like to take care of you. Then after you feel better if you’d like we could become your Caregivers.” Aziraphale explained.

The two looked over at me eagerly but was honestly too in shock to say anything at the moment. The two guys who hit me with their car want me to be their Little? But they both seemed so nice and they’ve taken such good care of me when they could’ve easily left me there.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” I smiled at the two.

And they smiled back. Aziraphale squeezed one of my hands while Crowley took the other. Little did I know this was just the beginning of something beautiful!

~~~

My old job fired me but I got hired to work at a bookstore…Aziraphale’s bookstore! I arrive there every morning perfectly on time! I help him rearrange the books, work the cash register and take inventory.

Then after a long day I regress upstairs in the apartment with my two Caregivers safely by my side.

Crowley, who at first was a bit unsure how good of a Caregiver he would be, soon feel into the rhythm of it fairly quickly. He was a big troublemaker like myself! But he also loved to play any game I came up with including dress up!

Aziraphale has a gentle touch, always looking to make sure I’m comfortable. He a huge cuddle bug and loves to sit with me on his lap while reading a book to me.

Today Crowley picked me up and threw me over his shoulder when he arrived home. “There you are! Thought you could hide from Papa? Huh?”

Aziraphale just laughs and shakes his head at the sight of the two playing together in the living room. Once Crowley put me down I took off towards him, hiding behind him from Crowley. “Protect me Dada!” I hold onto him tightly.

“Always my dear! Back demon! Stay away from my baby.” Aziraphale laughed to himself, the nickname demon making him chuckle. Their baby doesn’t know the truth about the two of them and for now that’s quite okay.

Crowley rolls his eyes to the comment, “Don’t you mean our baby?”

Aziraphale picked me up and smiled at Crowley, “You’re right, our sweet little one.” Aziraphale pulled Crowley into a group hug with me. Crowley smirked and wrapped his arms around the two of us.

The three of us hug. Once and for all a family of our own. Suddenly the apartment didn’t feel like an apartment but a home filled with giggles, smiles and love.

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Heya there, Could you please share your crocodile and luffy headcanons +pregnant croc please?👀👀👀🙏🙏

Thank you Thank you!!!😭😭💞💕💕

Sorry for the late reply! But here i am!

Since you didn’t mentioned if you want to know that about my au or the canonverse, I’ll talk about my Revolutionary Crocodile au only, since in the canonverse Croc left newborn Luffy into Dragon’s arms (literally), and all the context, during the pregnancy and after, is pretty sad I prefer to tell just my au.

But if you are curious about the canonverse anyway, just ask for it! And I’ll share it in another post.

Let’s start!

I’ve shared time ago this Croc and Luffy hcs in this post, that also has a draw 😊 so just click it and read what i said there!

I just wanna add:

- When Luffy said that he wanted to become a pirate to his daddies, Crocodile put his hand on his shoulder and said him: “Go and make me proud”.

- (connect to the one above) Crocodile totally supports his son goal, and hopes he will become king of pirates, realising for Crocodile the dream he had to put aside.

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Now about the pregnancy 👀

(A bit of context and then the hcs)

Crocodile had so many doubts about his situation, he surely didn’t think he could have a baby (well Iva mentioned to pay attention to that, but since never happened before Luffy, he thought was not a possibility!)

He decided in the end to call Dragon for telling him about his condition.

He was so afraid Dragon would told him that he didn’t want the baby and to be left by him. But Dragon was so happy! He loves Crocodile so much, he was busy with his duties and wasn’t present (he literally never called him, stupid Dragon) until the day they met.

The draw I’ve made for Croc confession and Luffy’s birth:

After that day, Crocodile and Dragon announced to the other Revolutionaries about the pregnancy and Iva was the most excited of all, they self proclaimed “the baby’s auntie”.

Dragon proposed to Crocodile and asked him to be a revolutionary. Croc was never convinced about that, he loved being a pirate but it was better for the baby if he would have stayed with them.

So they got married (by Kuma) when Crocodile was still pregnant.

Now the hcs!!

- As every pregnant person, Crocodile craved the worst things ever. He already loves Crocodile’s meat, but he asked to combine it with strawberry jam and whipped cream one time.

- Luffy wasn’t a easy pregnancy at all, that kid was always hyperactive.

- Dragon used to caress Croc’s belly while saying him sweet word to him and their baby. Croc loved it a lot, and one time he even cried. But he said that was because something got in his eye.

- Crocodile soon as he understood that he was pregnant, he stopped smoking. He struggled a lot for that, he needed to smoke, but he cared for his baby’s safety the most.

- Iva checked weekly Crocodile and Luffy’s conditions, and they also discovered with their powers the baby’s gender (hc i have about their powers).

- Crocodile’s body wasn’t made of sand, because his baby couldn’t survive in a body made of pure element. But he could use his powers anyway, but without transforming.

- While alone, Croc loved to put his hand on his belly and listen to his son’s movements. It was a moment just between them. He even talked to Luffy. He was so excited to met him.

- Since Luffy’s birth was getting hard, Kuma after seeing Crocodile suffering so much, he taken away his pain using his powers.

For now I’m done! Thanks for the ask 💕 and sorry again for being so late.

Hope it was enough satisfying as an answer haha

Anyway thanks for the ask, I’m always open to answer to anybody, so feel free to send me what you want.

Even art suggestions, if i like the idea, I’ll draw it.