Manta, can I request some headcanons for Johnny dating an artistic s/o pretty please. if you do thank you a lot!
Johnny x artistic reader headcanons
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A/N: I love this sm, johnny is one of my favorite characters to write lwk. Also I haven't seen this official art before but he's so cutie omg
Word count: 490
Tags: fluff, fluff, fluff!!!
. He notices you drawing a lot during break points in the race, and catches a glance whenever he's close to you. He's so subtle about it- the way he smiles slightly looking at your artwork and leans over your shoulder by a few inches.
. He doesn't compliment you every time he sees your drawings, but it's more every third time. Usually short and sweet, saying it's pretty, looks beautiful, or you captured something well- all in his southern drawl.
. If you ever draw him, he gets a little flustered. He is no shy or innocent man, but the idea of you loving him so much to put care and effort into drawing him, it does something to him. He's not used to affection that stays.
. He will genuinely get caught up on the thought of it. Especially if you accidentally stare at him and say you're trying to get details correct, he never really has had someone who cared enough to want to understand him like that, even if you just tried to see the difference between his freckles and small moles.
. In fact, you inspired him partly. While in a wheelchair, he ended up taking crafts up where he used his hands more. He never particularly kept said hobbies after a few months, but you made him want to pick them up again, particularly wood carving. It was another small thing you noticed about him, the small stars carved into his wheelchair.
. He doesn't want to pressure you, but he wants you to draw Slow Dancer. Even though he only got Slow Dancer close to the start of the race, he still loves that horse as much as a horse rider can. If you ever do draw her, he'll give you a rare wide smile and ask if he can have it. It'll be folded and tucked into his wallet, kept on him at all times.
. He won't show it to you, but he doodles you sometimes too. He has a small notebook that has sketches of you, Slow Dancer, plants, and some random knick-knacks like Gyros teddy bear. Again, he wouldn't show it to you because he thinks you would judge him. He knows you really wouldn't, but there's just that tiny fear that you would immediately point out something anatomically incorrect.
. During the race he's really the type to think about the here and now, minus winning. But sometimes at night when he can't sleep, he thinks of settling down with you, sitting on your shared sofa together, him falling asleep while you rest against his shoulder and draw.
. Bought you a small sketchbook when yours was ruined in a stand fight. It was a big deal to him- he doesn't buy gifts idly for people, and you could tell in the way he presented it to you awkwardly. It was a small gesture but something that strengthened your romance tenfold
synopsis: gyro needs help with revision, but is he able to concentrate?
gyro zeppeli x gn!reader
a/n: this is self-indulgent slop top, but it has been rotting in my med-student brain for too long. enjoy!
one moment i am covered in droplets of tantalizingly warm water—hazy figure in the reflection pampering themselves, the next practically confiscated by a garrulous italian man, tearing me out of the daily saponaceous ritual. the damp towel clinging to my skin almost uncovering the spectacle hiding underneath as his grabby large hands harbor around my thighs, leaving me to stand in between his legs.
“seriously, gyro? can’t this wait?” i utter exasperatedly, sighing softly as the cold cream barely started to seep into my face.
“amore, you know i must practice vigorously! topographical anatomy exams are no joke, and don’t tell me that actively contributing to science doesn’t bring a good feeling?!” he chirps along with giving me ‘puppy eyes’. what a rascal.
a part of me almost too eagerly and absentmindedly nodded, (certainly defective and unfamiliar. only if i could confide to the future surgeon in front of me about this impostor apparently residing inside of me, but he would only abuse this knowledge) but the true and rational one decided to put up a fight to unpause my vespertine pampering.
“also, haven’t you already practiced plenty? i’m sure our local library renamed a section after you, since your big nose is stuck in every possible tome regarding your studies. leave some for the other students, you greedy man…” i hum as my finger instinctively wraps around a strand of his sand colored hair. eyes drifting to his chiseled face illuminated by the kerosene lamp nearby.
he faux-offendedly gasps, placing his hand on his chest as the serpentine pigmented eyes pin you. “i just got the morbs, cuore mio.” the sentence is accompanied by that unmistakably distinctive neapolitan accent of his, making it significantly funnier and sassy.
“it’ll be a quick revision and i won’t bother you no further…pretty please?” at some point the sentence reads less like a request and more like a statement, but i rather don’t comment on it and nod in defeat.
and that’s when his calloused fingers swiftly untangle the knot of the towel enveloping my body, making it fall to the floor with a soft thud, along with my sanity. before i can even begin to complain his booming voice already enters.
“now that…is, inarguably, a very fine specimen—“
“sans the commentary.”
“but this is my confidential studying material, i can, and will, marvel as long as i think is needed. y’know, to really grasp all the informations…” he basically purrs as his fingertips ran like feathers along your arms, sending shudders through your body.
“trapezius…”
i try not to show any signs of being affected by his precise touch so embarrassingly quickly by glancing in the opposite direction. although the thumping of my heart is now significantly louder and heat found it’s way to my face unconventionally easily i try to keep my cool and not feed into his ego.
“latissimus dorsi…” and his fingers travel in the south direction, short fingernails softly grazing my skin. “and the gluteus maximus.” he jested mischievously with a pouty lip that soon turned into a small grin, resting his hands there longer than necessary.
the broad palms of his hands are incredibly warm as they wander to rest on my hips, suddenly bringing me even closer to him—making my knees proceed to meet with the edge of of the mattress. “external abdominal oblique…rectus abdominus.” plush lips murmur lowly and breathily directly against me, creating a tickling sensation in the process.
gently pecking his way upward, the air in the room suddenly feels thicker with anticipation, making my eyes flutter.
“pectoralis major.” comes out as a needy-sounding murmur, which makes my lips almost twitch in satisfaction seeing that the craving also finally knocked on his door.
his eyes flutter closed. “dio mio…” a murmur escaped his lips and he stills for a few moments.
“how is the revision going?” i quietly teased, now looking down at him.
no verbal response came, however the action of his arms lifting me up and maneuvering me to lay on the queen sized bed, asserting position between my legs spoke louder than any words. so much for late night studying.
featuring: johnny, gyro, diego, hot pants, lucy steel
tags: fem! reader, fluff, modern au, established relationship, platonic for lucy! ty @deigosh for the inspo and @justpeachyatprom for yapping with me ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎♡
"Is that supposed to be an elephant?" JOHNNY stares at the chibi animals on the front of the pack, his eyes zeroing in one with a gigantic lemon headwear.
You grin and give the pack a few shakes. "Yep! Wanna test your luck?"
He jerks his head away with a scowl, but you can tell that he's not actually mad. "Hard pass."
Still, Johnny chooses to stay with you as you tear the pack open, revealing the tiny lemon elephant he just looked at.
"Tada~" you place the tiny flocked animal in the palms of your hand, holding it out to Johnny. He plucks it between two fingers, muttering to himself.
“So the lemon is his entire costume…”
Your boyfriend then sets the figurine down, clearing his throat awkwardly.
“He’s…. cute, I’ll give him that.”
An hour later, you find Johnny on the porch where he’s doodling the lemon elephant into his sketchbook.
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“Please, please, please.” You’ve frankly never seen the Italian blonde as stressed as he is right now, hands knitted under his chin with his eyes shut, and all that’s in front of him on the table is a Calico Critters blind bag. “Please be the giraffe.”
“GYRO…”
“Bella!” You flinch as he suddenly grabs you by the arm and pulls you down on his lap. Giving the guy an unimpressed look, you relent with a sigh and reach for the pack, squeezing it a few times.
“I trust you to open it,” his arms encircle your waist from behind, head falling onto your left shoulder. You can’t help but smile at his dramatic whine. “You’re my Lady Luck!”
And surely enough… what pops out of the pack is a cute giraffe with his tiny strawberry hat and strawberry overall.
Before you can react, Gyro lets out an excited gasp. The flocked animal almost falls from your hands as your boyfriend picks you up in his arms and starts spinning you around the kitchen in pure glee.
“I get it, put me down now!” You complain even as giggle bubbles in your throat, feeling his lips rain kisses down your face.
“This little guy is adorable,” Gyro sighs in content, his stubble grazes your cheek as he presses a final kiss there. “Not as adorable as my girl though. I can’t wait to see what else we got~”
Your smile slowly dies as you remember the sixty blind bags Gyro just hauled home today.
—
“C’mon,” you frown at DIEGO. “I thought you like gambling.”
“Yes,” he rolls his eyes, sounding insufferable as always. “The type that makes me rich, not something that dumb me down to a toddler’s level.”
“Dude honestly, just say you’re mad you kept getting duplicates of the same bunny.”
“They were not the same bunny,” you almost laugh at how quickly he snaps, turning away with his arms crossed and the tip of his ears bright red. “One of them was a white cat.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You all but shove the pack into his face. Diego scoffs, giving it a few sharp flicks before he tears it open. A hamster with an orange crab headwear and a yellow bathrobe pops out.
“Huh.” Diego blinks at the tiny animal.
“Do you like it?”
“He’s kind of ugly,” his eyes narrow as he turns the figurine over in his hand, running his thumb over the flocking once.
“But he’s my child now.”
—
HOT PANTS watches you like she always does as you struggle with opening the surprise pack… mostly because you’re anxious at the fact that, again, she’s watching. Pouting a little as you turn away, she can’t help the wry curl of her lips.
“Something you want to show me, princess?”
“I just…” You trail off, staring down at the blind bag in your hands, then back up at her sheepishly. “I wanna get one with your color.”
Your girlfriend leans over, chin on top of your head as she gently squeezes your waist. “Where is it?”
The pack crinkles as you tap at a tiny, cream-colored Labrador with dark bead eyes. The little guy has a dark blue and white striped shirt with a blue collar, a metallic pink vest adorned with small gold buttons, matching pink trousers, and a molded red rose pinned to his lapel.
“His name is Liam,” you mutter, feeling her hair tickles the side of your face. She lets out a small hum.
“Looks nice.”
“What if we don’t get him?” You nuzzle into Hot Pants’ chest as she strokes your hair.
“All of them look cute, I don’t mind.”
Both of her hands find yours, guiding you as you both open the pack together.
Inside lies the tiny cream-colored puppy.
You grin to yourself, turning the figurine in your palms over a few times before holding it up to her like an offering that Hot Pants takes, examining the tiny creature closely.
"How well-made," you feel the vibration of her voice against your ear. "Are these flocked?"
"Mhm..." You wrap your arms around her waist, sighing into the crook of her neck. "I'm still finding something that matches your shade of pink."
"You don't have to," she huffs a small laugh, pressing a kiss against your temple.
"Get one with a wedding theme next time."
—
Practically beaming from the second you reveal the gift, LUCY STEEL can barely contain her excitement. Even the packaging is adorable! She spends almost thirty minutes staring at the characters on the front of the pack, flipping over to learn all of their names, even coming up with backstories for each of the critter.
She tears the pack carefully, and when a tiny flocked white bunny finally tumbles out into her palm, Lucy lets out a soft, delighted gasp.
“Oh…! Look at her. She’s so small… and soft. I love her pink dress!”
Holding the little figurine up to the light, she stares at the tiny clothes and beady eyes with pure wonder.
“It feels special… like a tiny friend.”
The girl cradles the white bunny gently in both hands, rubbing her cheek against it. “I’ll take very good care of her. Thank you!”
You end up bringing her to see the life-sized Calico Critters figures later.
hello may I ask Diavolo & Doppio with a reader that is very affectionate and loves cuddling with them~❤️
Yesss let's do it!!
I decided to split this up in both Doppio and Diavolo separately, because they do have very different personalities. I hope you don't mind ❤️
I made it into a tooth rotting fluff, I was in a very loving mood 🥹
Doppio
He absolutely loved nothing more than getting cuddles, and although he could get quite flustered at times he could never dream of making you stop giving him all the affection you could muster up, much less stopping you from voicing your adoration for him.
Whenever he was home just relaxing on the couch, he could expect you to be there either snuggling up to him or ushering him to rest his head on your lap. He didn't mind either one, but would rather drown in your endless love and affection if it meant he got to feel your hands on him.
Such as tonight, for example. He sat on the sofa, mindlessly flipping through channels for some sort of entertainment when you appeared from the doorway, already adorning a sweet and absolutely affectionate smile. Walking up to him, you plopped down on the empty space next to where he was situated, giving his cheek a gentle little kiss as your hand softly caressed his other one, your eyes sparkling in pure love and unending softness.
Leaning back just a bit, you gently tapped your lap, signalling for him to put his head there, when the tiniest hint of a shy blush tinted his cheeks in the most perfect way imaginable. The sight alone could make your heart flare and flutter for eternity, but when he smiled bashfully and finally placed his head on your lap, his body relaxing as he did so, you felt your heart do a little flip as the butterflies in your tummy tickled you endlessly.
Giggling as you positioned yourself to make it more comfortable for him, your fingers landed in his pink locks as you began to massage his scalp lovingly. Your nails scraped his skin deliciously, and you could tell by the satisfied sigh he emitted that he too was very much enjoying your little display of love.
"My love. Tell me about your day." Your voice was as soft as the petals on the flowers he'd brought to you the day before, their scent travelling from their place on the coffee table in front of you, filling your senses with a love so absolute you swore you could die happy in the moment.
When you looked down to see him already watching you with a wistful yet adoring look, you leaned down just a bit to bring your faces closer to each other, your smiled widening as you did so.
The hand that wasn't in his hair, traveled up to gently trace the outlines of his eyebrows, smoothing the tiny frown that had formed before landing tenderly on his warm and soft cheek, your thumb drawing circles automatically.
His own hand reached up to do the same to you, his touch soft and slightly shaky on your own face, as if afraid he might somehow ruin your concentration.
"My day... was good. Better now, of course." His voice was quiet yet loving, hiding the reality of whatever had happened throughout the day. He more than anything wanted to keep you from the stress of his ordinary days, days of danger and unending fights.
"You're so sweet, my lovely Doppio." Your own voice was sultry with the purest form of absolute devotion you could give, your own cheeks warming from his touch and his words alone.
Leaning down further, you softly kissed the space between his eyebrows, ignoring his bashful little complaint of how you always did too much. It was almost embarrassing, really, how no matter how much or how often you displayed such loving acts, no matter how many times a day you cuddled up to him, it never seemed to dull the effect all that much. He could just never fully get used to it, especially knowing how most people would've probably had some sort of judgmental comment about how he normally acted. But you just always seemed to look at the man in front of you, something he appreciated more than he showed.
"I love you. Please know that with all your heart." You softy cooed into his ear, the sound of your voice sending shivers throughout his whole system.
"How could I not know with how you always treat me? You make me feel like I'm worth all this love." His voice was quiet, just above a whisper as his soft cheeks were once again tinted pink.
"My love, you are worth all the love. Now let me love you while you rest. I'll take good care of you." Your response was kind and thoughtful, and it made him melt in the best way possible.
Diavolo
Now Diavolo was something else. He was much less susceptible to the affection you gave Doppio, but that never stopped you from wanting to show him the same devotion and pure unadulterated adoration.
He could complain, and even got annoyed at times. He just wasn't afraid of voicing his opinions about your whole ordeal with him, but somehow you've learned that this too, was one of his ways to show his own affections towards you. You knew he was a man who valued privacy above all else, but when you realized that although he may seem irritated at times, he never actually pushed you away, and this more than anything gave you the motivation to never stop your demonstrations of love.
Diavolo, though colder than Doppio in an emotional aspect, was much warmer in body temperature than his other self. This, for you, meant that you could cuddle up to him more than have him cuddle up to you, especially on a chilly night such as this one.
The patio of your shared home had a perfect view to the stars, far enough away from the main city to showcase said stars' true glow and gentle hues, making the sight a remarkable and gorgeous display of seemingly glittering and bright stars. If you concentrated enough, you could almost make out the milky-way and its vast and enormous highways.
Diavolo approached you in a rare yet not unheard of search for your affection, and as he sat down next to you, you immediately felt the nice nearly searing warmth of his body. He scooted over, looking at you from the corner of his eyes as he quietly urged you to nuzzle up to him, and nuzzle you did.
At the contact, you immediately sighed heavily in sincere satisfaction, a smile already forming on your lips as your arms wrapped around his own. The grin you wore was contagious, and if you had looked you'd have seen the shadow of his own smile starting to form on his own lips.
In an effort to make you more comfortable, Diavolo shifted his body to support your form better, his hand rising to sift through your hair as he quietly admired the locks. He placed his arm under you as he leaned back, your body refusing to move away from his as you heard the barely audible, tiniest puff of a sigh as he looked down at you.
Only then did you open your eyes, just to see his own already fixed on you. The smallest giggle escaped you as you buried your face into the arm that was currently supporting your weight.
"Comfortable?" His voice was deep and velvet, making you hum in response as you caught a faint hint of amusement in his chuckle.
Your own hand reached up and landed on his nape, his strong and unmoving body giving you the perfect access to lift yourself up slightly to kiss the line of his jaw, peppering his neck in small wet kisses of fondness and endearment.
He let you do as you pleased, for once not commenting on it or making a fuzz out of it.
You continued your barrage of kisses, every third one longer and deeper than the rest before your lips eventually landed on his own, capturing his lips in a loving embrace of two souls that somehow found each other despite everything in the universe seeming so against it.
Diavolo had a tendency to he protective over you, sometimes to an almost obsessive degree, but you knew he meant well. You knew that because of his wishes to stay absolutely anonymous, he was just making sure that you too stay out of the limelight of wandering eyes and nosy gazes. This protectiveness would show in moments like these, coming out in what you liked to describe as "cuteness aggression".
He leaned down and placed his head on the crook of your neck, his teeth scraping the soft skin there all to signal that if anything were to happen, he was there to be your shield and your weapon. The sensation made you laugh, your hands flying up to wrap his head in your loving arms.
"Diavolo. I'm not going anywhere." You softly murmured into his ear, his breathing evening out as his heart settled willingly into your careful hands.
"I know. I'll make sure of that." His voice was muffled by your hair, his heavy chest pressing down on you in the best way possible. You knew that no matter what, he would risk everything to keep you the way you were, safely tugged at his side even if it meant receiving the utmost amount of love and affection you could muster up.
so dej loaf's line "me you and hennessy" and then lil wayne's line "me hennessy and you" imagine it as an x reader fic where its different scenarios where the reader and whoever are getting drunk together and then do stuff (me you and hennessy line). then another time its the reader or the character being drunk and calling the other to do stuff.
A/N - shhhhh It's too big for one part kill meeeee, Idk why it got angsty in Ghiaccio's?? I simply am a vessel for these characters, I write what they wish me to say... Enjoy! <3
HELLO QUEEENNNNNNNNN! I hope your day is lovely :) I have a smau request with you! Can I have a reader that accidentally messages La squadra with something them meant to google. Bonus points if it’s something sorta concerning like “how to get blood out of carpet?”, “is 102°F (or like 38.8°C degrees outside of the USA I think….) a fever?”, “how to get rid of burning smell in house”, “how to put out pot of oil on fire”. Thank you queen!
-♠️ anon
Hey, Google? - Part 1 - La Squadra x Reader SMAU
Part 2
A/N - God this is so stupid I love it so much! Thank you so much for the request ♠️ anon! I hope you enjoy it! <3
