Hi, I Just Red Your Blog And I Think It's Really Good! I'm Quite New On This And You Can Happily Ignore

Hi, I just red your blog and I think it's really good! I'm quite new on this and you can happily ignore this but can I request Part 1 Dio having a little sister who has a crush on Part 1 Speedwagon?

Ask: Hi, I just red your blog and I think it's really good! I'm quite new on this and you can happily ignore this but can I request Part 1 Dio having a little sister who has a crush on Part 1 Speedwagon?

Author’s Note: OML TY 🥺 I needed to reread part one to get a better grasp of both Speedwagon’s and part one Dio’s characters, but I hope this will suffice! <3

Falling For You

You had been aware from the get-go that your sibling had a rather odd fascination with ruining Jonathan’s life, and you would always try to discourage Dio from being so harsh with the poor boy. Unfortunately, the horrid antics kept occurring, and eventually, George Joestar became terminally ill.

Nothing had been thought of the cause of George’s sudden illness until after Jonathan ventured out to Ogre Street and brought a friend with him. The man introduced himself as Robert E.O. Speedwagon, and his slight drawl gave away where he came from.

One glance at him was enough for you to acknowledge the fact that this new acquaintance was most certainly handsome. Yet, this wasn’t the time to ogle at some man you had just met. It was a time for the shit to hit the fan, not literally.

Your older brother, Dio Brando, had been found guilty of poisoning your adoptive father. You knew how ambitious your sibling could be, but you had never expected this. You were quite aware this is what he had done to Dario, but George had been innocent! He’d only wanted the best for his three children.

After the ultimate confrontation, it all seemed like a blur. Your head couldn’t fully process the fact that your brother had done such a horrendous act to a good man. Not only had Dio poisoned him, but ended his life by stabbing the elder Joestar.

You shivered as you recalled the past events. Having your older brother become an immortal vampire for his own sake wasn’t a pleasant sight to behold. Alas, there wasn’t much you could do. The damage had been done. Dio Brando rejected his own humanity for his own sake, and you, his dear sister, had been left behind.

Shockingly, you hadn’t cared that you were left behind. Hell, if being left behind was the only way you could continue being human then you were most certainly glad that Dio hadn’t taken you with him.

With the mansion burnt down, there wasn’t much of a place to call home. Jonathan had been taken to the hospital where an old friend of the two of you had taken care of him, so he didn’t have to worry about a place to stay for the time being.

Speedwagon had noticed that you were left with nowhere to go and offered up his own place. Grateful to have somewhere to rest for the night, you heartily agreed. Naturally, you were a bit worried at first about bunking with some guy you just met, but you were at ease with the fact that Jonathan had trusted the man enough to let him in on this bizarre family drama.

Upon seeing the house, if you could even call it that, you could tell that it was rather shabby and definitely not much compared to your previous living space. “Ah,” Speedwagon mumbled, “Miss (Y/N), I’m sure this might not be suitable for you to-”

“Robert, this house is fine, thank you for being so generous.”

He gave you a sheepish smile and opened the door, allowing you to enter first. “My, my, what a gentleman,” you teased with a slight smile. He scoffed with a wider grin and stepped in, locking the door behind the two of you to prevent any unwanted visitors.

He lead you to his bedroom and allowed you a moment to change into a nightgown he had managed to buy for you earlier that day. After the tedious process getting undressed and redressed, you ventured out into the “living room” (if you could even call it that), where you found Robert on a lounging chair, already dozing off.

“Robert,” you giggled, “this is no place for you to sleep!”

He opened an eye and shrugged, “You deserve to sleep on a bed, and there really isn’t anywhere else ideal for sleeping besides these two places.”

You stared as an idea came to mind. A warmth spread across your face as such immoral thoughts came to mind. “Perhaps,” you started, “you don’t have to sleep on the chair? I’m sure we both fit on your bed.”

Speedwagon coughed a bit as his face gained a red hue, “Excuse me?”

“Hey, don’t get all dirty-minded! It was just a suggestion so you don’t have to sleep on a chair for the night.”

With a clearing of his throat, the man reluctantly agreed and got up, leading the way to his room. He let you in first, and you blushed at the gesture. Such kindness at this time was enough to make you blush. Robert’s movements, though awkward, were certainly cute to you.

A snap toward you was enough to stop your zoning out. Robert gave a small smile and patted the bed. You slowly made your way beside him and lifted the covers to get under the blanket.

As you snuggled into the warmth of the comforter, you realized just how drowsy you truly felt. Staring up at the ceiling, you heard your housemate’s soft snores as you realized you had been zoning out for quite some time. Deciding not to get hung up on the past events, you slowly drifted off.

—

As you slowly regained consciousness, you were startled to feel two large arms wrapped around you. You opened your eyes to see Speedwagon’s chest right in front of you. You looked up and saw his sleeping face. He looked so calm, so serene. You caught yourself staring and immediately looked away. No other boy had ever made you feel such strange emotions. “Fuck,” you thought, “there’s no way I like him.”

Can I request a oneshot for Bruno doing facemasks and such with his s/o?

Self Care — Bruno Bucciarati

Author's Note: pls this request is just what i needed. it's so cute <3 hopefully this suffices bc i know that my break long and out of nowhere. luv y'all!

The cold glob of face mask in your hand made you shiver, the temperature contrasting the warmth of your room, or rather the warmth of the person beside you. After the countless nights of Bruno getting home late and leaving early for the sake of his job, you had managed to convince Don Giovanna to let the man rest for a day. Ever the hard worker, Bruno hadn't been made aware until he had shown up to his job only to be turned away by his superior.

Maybe it was Bruno's posture (which was admittedly getting horrible from not having as much to do in terms of field work) or his eye bags from countless restless nights that sealed the deal because Giorno was not going to let the capo come into work until he was rid of some of the strain on him. That's why the two of you wound up on your bed with tubes of face masks, oils, and lotions scattered about. The diffuser was on as well as an additive to the calming effect you tried to have on your boyfriend, though he was still rather hesitant to relax.

"Bruno, just let loose for a little. You're not going to be able to go back until you've calmed down."

"I know, amore. It's just that I feel like I'm missing on something big at work. I wouldn't want the group to get hurt because I wasn't there to offer any assistance."

You sighed and took his calloused hand into yours, "Look, there's no guarantee that something won't arise, but the best you can do is try to relax for now so you can be your best self when you go back."

"I suppose you're right," he replied, offering a small smile. He tilted his head, and you took that as your cue to put the gel on his face. His shuddering did not go unnoticed and you gave a slight chuckle. His bangs had been pushed back with a wraparound headband, so there was no trouble in getting the mask on.

Once you had evened out the mask to your liking, you sat back and wiped your hands off on a towel before throwing the tube you had used to him. He smiled and squirted some on his hand before returning the favor of putting your face mask on. You grabbed the kitchen timer and twisted it to the instructed wait time, fifteen minutes.

You looked at your boyfriend and rubbed your thumb on his knuckles.

"I love you, Bruno."

"I love you too, amore."

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.

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.

Could i request headcanons of Mista with a male crush that comes off stoic and emotionless, but as a affectionate stand. The stand will sometimes give Mista flowers or hugs but the reader will deny it

Guido Mista with an emotionless male crush that had a loving stand

Ask: Could i request headcanons of Mista with a male crush that comes off stoic and emotionless, but as a affectionate stand. The stand will sometimes give Mista flowers or hugs but the reader will deny it

Author's Note: yes. This is the trope that always gets me, so yes.

HE WOULD BE SO GIDDY EVERYTIME IT HAPPENED.

Like, some flowers from the emobident of his dream boy's soul? yes please!

After seeing how you deny it, he decides not to bring it up in hopes of you not getting too embarrassed.

However, he knows. He's definitely not stupid and was able to pick up that you reciprocated his feelings.

He would have a collection of little trinkets that your stand collected from him.

And the Sex Pistols? THEY'D LOVE IT IF YOUR STAND EVER GAVE THEM ATTENTION

They're already spoiled by Guido, but another stand? Their owner's potential boyfriend's stand to be more specific? THEY'D BE ON CLOUD 9

Guido's just counting his days until you fess up to having a crush, but for now, your stand's love is enough for him.

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.