Hcs For Dad!Bruno And Dad!Risotto(separately).Do They Help Fem!Reader With Their Child?How They Like

Hcs for dad!Bruno and dad!Risotto(separately).Do they help fem!Reader with their child?How they like to spend time with them???Ily btw 🥺

Ask: Hcs for dad!Bruno and dad!Risotto(separately).Do they help fem!Reader with their child?How they like to spend time with them???Ily btw 🥺

Author's Note: ILYT 🥺💖 also i'm a sucker for my faves as dads 😔

Dad!Bruno HCs

He reads so many parenting books.

I'd like to think that he'd also try to pick up some more books on psychology too (not only does it help out with his kid but with the mafia too)

Bruno helps out plenty with raising your kid.

He feeds them, plays with them, and even changes their diapers with no complaints!

The only reason he was able to help out this much was because he requested a leave of absence from Giorno.

Bruno would be the type of dad who'd let their kid be injured first and then tell them why they were harmed and how to prevent it later on.

He really doesn't want to keep his kids in a bubble, and tries to let them socialize with other children at the park.

Oh yeah, the gang is kind of like their uncles and aunt (Trish). Bruno doesn't allow them to spoil his kid though.

As hypocritical as this may be though, he tends to spoil his kid A LOT.

They get the best bottles, teething toys, stuffed animals, you name it.

He always hoped to have his own family, and he's super grateful to be experiencing this.

Dad!Risotto HCs

Unfortunately, La Squadra's broke, so I don't believe that he'd be able to spend as much time with his kid.

Of course Risotto loves his kid! Don't get me wrong, he would spend more time if given the opportunity.

He's just broke </3

He would always spend any time off with his kid, but since he probably had no preparation or experience, he wouldn't know what to do if his kid started crying suddenly.

"Uh, (Y/N)! (Kid's name) is crying again!"

Please help him, he doesn't know about this.

He doesn't want anyone from La Squadra to interact with his kid, but eventually it happens.

"Oh my god! Big, bad Risotto had this adorable thing!"

"Shut up, Formaggio"

Like Bruno, he would spoil his kid, or try to at least.

I think he'd make Formaggio shrink some baby toys and just take them lmao

Risotto's a good dad. He's just broke, confused, and busy.

— Phantom Blood

Robert E.O. Speedwagon:

Falling For You [Oneshot/SFW]

— Battle Tendency

— Stardust Crusaders

Scar-faced!Reader X SDC gang [HC/SFW]

Cold!Reader — Cuddling [HC/SFW]

Noriaki Kakyoin:

Accidental [Oneshot/SFW]

Joseph Joestar:

Joseph in a Relationship [HC/SFW]

— Diamond is Unbreakable

Josuke Higashikata:

Ice Cream [Oneshot/SFW]

Yukako Yamagishi:

Sofia [Oneshot/SFW]

— Vento Aureo

Guido Mista:

Cake [Oneshot/SFW]

Mista X Stoic!S/O with loving stand [HC/SFW]

Frail [Oneshot/SFW]

Guido Mista with a boyfriend whose stand babies Number 5 [HC/SFW]

Crash Landing [Oneshot/Mature content]

Risotto Nero:

Late Night Love [Oneshot/SFW]

Risotto as a Dad [HC/SFW]

Bruno Bucciarati:

Bruno as a Dad [HC/SFW]

Bruno on an Amusement Park Date [HC/SFW]

Self Care [Oneshot/SFW]

Jean Pierre Polnareff:

Validation [Oneshot/SFW]

— Stone Ocean

Jolyne Cujoh:

Hell's Kitchen — Stepmom!Reader [Oneshot/SFW/platonic]

— Steel Ball Run

Gyro Zeppeli:

Gyro as a College Student [HC/SFW]

— Jojolion

Got any hcs for the Crusaders x reader who's always cold (me lmao) and uses it as and excuse to ask to huddle "for warmth" 😏😏

Author’s Note: it’s the opposite for me lmao

Stardust Crusaders X Cold!Reader Cuddling HCs

Jotaro Kujo:

Queue his side eyes

“Yare yare daze”

He’d offer up his famous jacket

If you tried cuddling Jotaro in public, he’d roll his eyes and wrap an arm around you

In your shared hotel room, he’d actually embrace you though

Noriaki Kakyoin:

Kakyoin would playfully scoff

He'd lend his scarf!!!

He'd also give you a warm hug.

He'd probably buy you a scarf so he can use his own lmao

Jean Pierre Polnareff:

Polnareff would immediately give you a hug

and several kisses

pol would absolutely smother you

he'd do anything for you

especially since it gives him a reason to cuddle you more often

Muhammad Avdol:

Avdol would simply comply with the cuddling

He’d quirk an eyebrow if you’d ever try to cuddle him in public

He’s a man with a surprisingly big ego, Jotaro called him out on it

He’d indulge in some cuddles in public, both to keep you warm and flaunt his amazing girlfriend

Joseph Joestar:

Joseph would definitely buy you something

If you still tried cuddling him, he’d give a hearty chuckle

“You still want to cuddle with me? Well, alright then, c’mere.”

He’d definitely be an amazing heater

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.