Could You Write Something Based On The Prompt, "I'm Sneaking Out To Get Ice Cream, You Wanna Go?" With

Could you write something based on the prompt, "I'm sneaking out to get ice cream, you wanna go?" With Whichever character you see fit. I loved that prompt and thought it could be fun to leave it up to you for whichever character you think needs a little love. 💕

Author’s Note: oh, but of course! this prompt actually reminds me of when i used to sneak out at 15 and smoke weed lmao. i mean uhhh, *looks at palm with smudged ink* drugs are a no-no kids (that happened to come across this from the tag page.)

Ice Cream - Josuke X Reader

As you finished rinsing out your mouth to rid of any left over toothpaste foam (and drool that fell onto your chin), you could’ve sworn that you heard a light tap. However, you were unable to pinpoint where the sound came from, so you shrugged and grabbed a used towel to pat your mouth dry.

Tap. Tap.

"What the hell is that noise?”

With a quirked eyebrow, you shuffled to the window. Peeking through the slits of your blinds, you were shocked to see your boyfriend.

Pulling the string to lift the blinds, you waved at him slowly. You lifted the window and thanked the universe for having a room on the first floor.

“Josuke? What are you doing here so late at night?”

“I'm sneaking out to get ice cream, you wanna go?" 

“Wait, I’ll be there right now.”

You turned away and ran on your tiptoes to retrieve your flip flops. Smiling, you slipped them on and ran back to your window, where Josuke had come closer now.

You smiled sheepishly as he helped you exit through your window. “Thank you, Josuke,” you teased, “you’re my knight in shining armor.” You gave him a short, sweet kiss on his nose, to which he blushed heavily at.

He grasped your hand, and the two of you set off. During times of stress such as these, it did you both good to just act like a couple of lovesick teenagers.

If you're still alive can I get a one shot of risotto coming home from a day of work to cuddle with his s/o in bed (she/her pronouns please)

Late Night Love

Risotto Nero X Reader

Your eyes felt heavy as the droning of the TV helped you as a sort of lullaby. The rerun of Rosanne and the fan humming were enough to put you at ease, and you would’ve fallen asleep if your huge boyfriend hadn’t suddenly entered your room.

Instead of his usual greeting, Risotto simply walked to your shared closet and got undressed, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He then proceeded to get under the covers and wrap his huge arms around you. It wasn’t rare for him to be exhausted after a mission, but it was also new for him to snuggle into you as he did now.

“Ris,” you looked up at him to see his eyes on you, “are you alright?” He scoffed with a slight smirk and decided to pull you in closer. “Of course I’m fine, just a little exhausted. Now shut up and go to bed.”

You smiled and laid your head on his chest, beginning to thread your fingers through his silver hair as the two of you began to doze off, both delighted with the fact that they were able to experience moments like this with their lover.

Sofia

Yukako Yamagishi X Fem! Reader

based on the song “Sofia” by Clairo

The neon lights from the local gas station seemed blinding when accompanied by the near-velvety night sky, but the cherry slush in your hands was your main focus as of now. A blush settled on your cheeks as you looked to the right to see your best friend, her figure looking almost angelic when highlighted by the intense light of the corner store. She gave a coy smile that, as usual, you returned in a heartbeat.

Yukako Yamagishi had never felt so conflicted. Her emotions weren’t natural according to society, but she couldn’t help herself from imagining how soft your lips must’ve felt, or how amazing your (e/c) eyes were. She was very sure that you had felt the same for her due to the bashful expression that always crossed your face whenever she smiled at you.

Staring at the sugary raspberry drink on her lap, she slowly inched her hand towards yours and grasped it. You jolted, but once you realized it was only Yukako, you blushed heavily and laced your fingers with hers. There the two of you sat in the car in a comfortable silence until Yukako broke it.

“(y/n),” the girl began, “we shouldn’t feel like something forbidden. We both love each other, and that is all the criteria needed for a proper relationship.”

You turned your head and caressed her cheek. You then moved her face towards you and pressed your lips against hers. The taste of the slush and strawberry lip gloss was intoxicating, and you just couldn’t seem to get enough. When you pulled away, she gave the brightest smile and leaned back into the car seat with a blissful sigh. Things would definitely be alright between the two of you.

A one shot of Mista fretting about wanting cake but being left 4 slices until his s/o comes in and cuts 1 slice in 2 making him go 😃 (and also gush about how smart she is)

Author's Note: I fucking adore Mista so much. Also, I literally had to google if 'stupidest' was a real word because I know Fugo wouldn't use it if it wasn't.

Cake

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“Shut up, Fugo! There’s absolutely no way I’m gonna choose a slice from this cake if there are four pieces, you already know about the-”

“Enough about the cat! I don’t give two shits about that story, it could’ve happened with any number and you know it!”

You walked into the area to find Guido and Pannacotta at each other’s necks. Leone had his headphones on as usual, and Bruno and Narancia were on a mission, so they were nowhere to be found.

With an eye roll, you grabbed the cake server and used the edge to cut out a fifth piece. You heard a relieved sigh from Fugo as you began to place two slices onto the small plates that were left behind for the desert.

You handed the first portion to Guido and sat down next to him, reaching for your own set of silverware in order for you to begin eating as well.

“Aw stellina,” your loving boyfriend gushed, “you’re too clever for me!” You turned to him and smiled, “Yeah, you’re just saying that to try and butter me up."

“I mean it! Sometimes I just can’t keep up with you.”

You felt Mista’s two beefy arms wrap around you and pull you onto his lap. Just as he was about to give you a kiss, Abbacchio cleared his throat and you jumped from your boyfriend’s lap. A blush was evident on your face, and you could hear Fugo chuckling at the two of you as you lowered yourself onto your own chair.

Guido reached for your hand that was on your lap and grasped it as the two of you ate your own slices of cake.

Hi! Just found your blog and I wanted to ask for a request: How about a oneshot involving Jotaro, Reader and Jolyne? Either Reader can be Jolyne’s step mom or bend reality and make her Jolyne’s actual mom. Have fun with it! Thanks!

Author’s Note: AHHHHH i love these kinds of fics :] Reader is Jolyne’s stepmom, and Jolyne is approximately 11 years old

Hell’s Kitchen

With a gasp, you dodged the white powder that came flying towards your face. “Jolyne!” you chortled, “The cake batter is already in the oven; there’s no need for the flour anymore!”

The girl giggled and reached back into the bag of flour, scooping as much as possible in her minuscule hands, before tossing another load at you. This time, you had grabbed the nearest ingredient to retaliate.

An egg, straight from the carton.

You quickly strode towards her and cracked the egg in your hand before rubbing it all over Jolyne’s hair, making her gasp and laugh in glee. You picked her up before spinning her around.

The moment was interrupted by the ding of the oven. You set Jolyne down before grabbing the oven mitts that had been left on the counter. You pulled on the oven door and grabbed the pan, careful not to grip it too tightly in fear of the mitts’ insulation failing on you. You set the cake pan onto a mat and removed the gloves.

Jolyne had quickly followed, bringing the frosting and some icings to decorate and sign. You put the icing into separate piping bags, (F/C) for you and a neon green for Jolyne. By the time you had finished, the cake seemed to have cooled down.

Taking the tray-like piece of the cake container, you set the baked treat onto it before grabbing two spatulas and handing one to Jolyne. Her green eyes dazzled as she scooped up a glob of the cream cheese frosting and dumped it onto the cake’s top.

You grabbed your spatula and motioned for her to turn the cake stand as you spread the frosting along the sides, trying to even it out as much as possible. By the time the two of you had finished with the layer of frosting, Jolyne was literally bouncing in her chair.

You ruffled her hair as she pounced for the icing and started decorating the cake’s sides with sloppy hand-drawn butterflies. When she finished with her little doodles, you had her stand on the chair as she signed her name on the top. You did the same before adding a little message with a smile.

You sighed in relief as the tedious process, that had been turned into a bonding moment between you and your step-daughter, had finally been finished. Jolyne had grabbed the lid to the stand and secured the cake. She then waltzed into the living room, with you in tow, and began to watch cartoons as the two of you drifted off on the couch.

~

Jotaro entered the house with a sigh, placing his hat and coat on the rack before slipping off his shoes and entering the house. His eyes widened as he saw how much of a mess had been made in the kitchen.The attention drifted to the laughs of his daughter and you, joking about just how horrible Jolyne was at Uno.

Jolyne was the first to notice her father’s presence and ran towards him, ambushing Jotaro with a hug. You walked toward him and offered a kiss, to which Jolyne gagged at, before grasping his hand and leading him to the table.

On it was a cake that had messy butterflies and a message plastered on top: “(Y/N), Jolyne, and an upcoming Kujo.”

Hey could you do a one shot of Polnareff and a trans male reader? Maybe of him making them feel validated?

Validation

Author's Note: I finally got around to writing a request lmao

You sighed as you looked in the mirror. Your reflection could never truly satisfy you. The hormone therapy was doing its job, but you still felt that there was something missing. You didn’t feel like you were ever going to be a “real man”. All of the other men were way taller, so you always stuck out like a sore thumb.

You sighed and ran your fingers lightly over the scars that alluded to the top surgery you had received years ago.  Those certainly don’t give me away, you thought with a sigh.

“Mon lapin, what’s wrong?”

You turned and plastered on the best fake smile you could muster. “Oh, nothing much! Just here, y’know-”

Polnareff wrapped his large arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. “Don’t lie to me, Y/N.”

Your smile faltered. It really wasn’t much of a shock that he was able to read you so well. Jean Pierre Polnareff was never one to not be observant.

“I don’t feel too good. Dysphoria's kicking my ass. I’m so short and all of the other men are so tall, like you. I just wish I could be a real man.”

"Nonsense, mon chou! You're just as much, if not more, of a man than I am. Height doesn't define you. In fact, Jotaro had been telling me about this 15 year-old boy that was only 5'2! He surely must've hit his growth spurt by now! You're just as much of a man as he is, or any other male in the world!"

You titled your head, "You think so, Jean?"

"I know so Y/N." The tall frenchman gave you a smile and booped the tip of your nose with his pinky.

With a snort, you leaned your head into his chest. Jean Pierre Polnareff was most definitely a keeper.