X Reader Requests: One or more characters in a romantic relationship with the reader.
Ship Request: Requesting writing about a specific pairing.
QPR Requests: Requesting one or more characters in a queer platonic relationship.
Familial Requests: Requesting a familial bond be written about between two or more characters (this includes the reader). An example of this might be being Narancia’s brother.
𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠
1.) This is an account by a gay man for other gay men. Nothing fetishy and please no romantic pairings with women. Sorry ladies, but there are already so many ask blogs out there for you!
2.) I do take ship requests! As in you give a ship and I will write for them. Depending on what is requested and what is wanted, of course. HOWEVER I won’t do any incestuous ships or adult/minor pairings, as that should be obvious. GioMis is an grey area, so I will write for them however I won't do NSFW content of the pair.
3.) I might do NSWF content but I’m not great at it. So don’t get your hopes up haha!
4.) Do not harass me or a requester over a ship. You will immediately get banned.
5.) I will most likely write pairings or x readers where characters are trans or aromantic through personal writing. If you are uncomfortable with that, then you don’t belong on my blog.
6.) If you don’t know if something has been asked before, please do a search! I will tag everything appropriately!
7.) Transmeds, homo/trans/aphobes, rasicts, proshippers, and anyone alined with any of these things don't interact!
I just saw the most Galaxy Brain gender take ever, from a cis man on reddit
[ID: a screenshot of a comment from reddit, with no username visible. The commend reads: This doesn’t make a ton of sense to me either. Setting aside the question of whether gender/sex is assigned or observed at birth, the gender I was assigned at birth was ‘boy.’ The gender I have now is ‘man’. Boys and men have different gender roles, and few adults identify as boys anymore. From this standpoint, every adult has a different gender than the one they had at birth. End ID]
Framing “girl” and “boy” as separate genders from “woman” and “man” is such an amazing take. it’s a framework that accommodates and explains so many trans experiences. Some trans people never were their AGAB. Some feel like they were their AGAB, but that that changed (usually when puberty hits, which is when you start “becoming a man/woman”. The accepted societal path is that girls grow up to into women, and boys grow up into men. But some girls grow up into men, and some boys grow up into women. This guy was a boy who grew up into a man, which generally works out pretty well for people. Some boys and girls grow up into people who aren’t men or women, even! It’s like this random cis guy skipped right over transgender 101, 102, 201, etc. and stumbled directly into Transgender Nirvana.
hihi! Sorry to bother but could I request an Abbacchio x a quiet male reader? Like he doesnt talk very much and more so stares at Abbacchio and holds onto his arm and so on?
ah I just always go back and forth on these things! I'm sorry and I'm gonna try and start writing more again!
ᴀʙʙᴀᴄᴄʜɪᴏ x ꜱʜʏ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Abbacchio tries to help you speak up and get something for yourself.
"I don't think you understand." Abbacchio spoke to you, not annoyed with you but simply frustrated with the situation. "You have to give your own order. I'm not just going to do it for you."
You knew that he cared about you, he really did, but after a few weeks of dating he noticed that you didn't speak up much. It's not that you didn't have things to say, no, on the contrary! You thought of lots of things, and sometimes you made a note to yourself to bring them up later if you thought it was interesting. But noticing something interesting about your surroundings is different then making conversation. Or ordering food.
Naturally, you reached for his arm but he pulled it away. "I want you to try, alright? Look I just don't want you to depend on me for everything, and especially not talking to other people. It's a skill that you need to work on."
It didn't feel good... talking was hard! Not even particularly anxious, you'd rather stay to yourself instead of talk. That was one of the things you liked about your boyfriend. He could do the talking for you. He was commanding, he had that skill he insisted you work on. Abbacchio could get what he wanted and quickly. Sure, he wasn't your mouth piece but if he was ordering anyways he might take yours.
"Come on..." You tried to push it. "You know what I like, I just don't want to talk-"
"I know what you don't want." He poked you on the center of your forehead teasingly. "I also know you'll go hungry tonight if you can't manage to speak to someone else."
You nodded in acknowledgement, but again reached for his arm. He sighed but let you take it this time, not minding that you were holding onto him a little tightly. He wasn't a big fan of PDA, but he didn't mind it at the moment. Besides, you were only in the back of a restaurant, still waiting for the two of you to find a solution. "I just don't know why you can't order for me..."
He let out a small huff. "Because. I don't want to keep doing this for you."
Making a face of discomfort at him seemed to change his mood a little. Abbacchio's expression softened. He leaned in, holding you a tad closer to his chest. "Try for me. If you feel like you can't, then I'll do it."
You brightened back up, smiling wide at him. He rolled his eyes. "Just don't get upset if I order something that you don't like for you if it comes to that!"
"One more thing... can you come with me when I order?"
"Because you're scared?"
You shook your head no.
He raised a brow but then looked at you, still squeezing his arm. "Because you don't want to let go?"
You nodded for a yes.
Abbaccio chuckled lightly and kissed your head. "Sure. Alright, let's go."
With that, the two of you stood up. You lead him to the front where there was a small line of people standing there waiting to order there own food. While the line was getting smaller, you felt yourself getting nervous. You knew you could do it, but the feelings came anyways. Eventually you got to the front.
Abbaccio wasn't going to bail you out, but you didn't feel alone when you felt his other hand around your arm in a comforting gesture. You took a slow breath, and waited as your boyfriend spoke first. He placed his order quickly and eventually the employee turned to you.
"Anything for you, sir?"
With a quick breath, and Abbaccio subtly holding you, you were able to place your own order. They wrote it down. "Alright, it should be out in a few minutes."
They handed you two a little stand with the number '17' on it. Abbaccio grabbed it and you both made your way to a nice table in the back where some privacy was granted. "See?" He told you, giving yet another supportive squeeze. "Wasn't world ending now was it?"
You gave a small smile and sat back at your table.
...
You were in the middle of your meal, Abbacchio doing most of the talking as usual, when a few familiar faces showed up. It was the rest of the gang, but particularly Narancia. He bounded to you in excited steps. "Abbacchio! You're eating here too!"
He nodded. "Yes. Eating here with my boyfriend, so I wouldn't mind if you talked to me later. It's a date."
"Aww, you want me to me with you on your date??" He laughed to himself, knowing it was a joke.
He turned to you, and for a moment you thought he wanted you to speak again. Instead, Abbaccio put a hand on your shoulder and gave a rare, small, but visible smile. You knew you didn't have to say anything if you didn't want to now.
"No thanks Narancia. Now, leave before something bad happens to that new radio of yours." He said, pulling you closer by wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
Narancia swallowed the lump in his throat, visibly nervous at the threat. Even if he was joking, he didn't want to take that chance. "N-Never mind, I just thought of something Fugo has to teach me! I'll catch you later!"
He hurried back quickly and you couldn't help but laugh yourself. Abbacchio kissed your forehead again and you two finished your meal together. It was probably just your imagination, but it tasted better than usual.
Just a quick question. How many requests do you have? I was thinking of preparing a few to ask if you dont have many but if you wouldn’t enjoy that that is completely understandable as well :)
To me it doesn't matter you can request away! Holidays are up for me so I should be getting through requests pretty soon!
if you're not comfortable with writing for Kira you can ignore this ask, but could I request for a scenario or headcanons of Kira x male reader where Kira is conflicted because reader is a man and Kira always liked women's hands.
If that's too to much ask, then I wish you a peaceful night.
For the record, I'll do anyone besides Strohime, for obvious reasons haha! But thank you for coming around again, I LOVE getting repeat askers!! Feel free to keep coming if you like my work!
𝒦𝒾𝓇𝒶 𝒳 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈
If there was one defining trait about Kira, it would most obviously be his adoration for hands. Something about them stuck out to him that was unrivaled by any other part of the human body. Joints and knuckles, slimmed and stuck together perfectly. An elaborate system of muscles even going down into your arm. Everything about them screamed not only the perfection of nature, but a yearning for use.
And until you, Kira always had one idea of the perfect pair of hands in mind. Slim and dainty, the peak of femininity. They brought a whole new meaning to the dessert, Lady Fingers. And for their beauty, he would treat them like the goddesses he believed them to be. That is until at least they began to smell, and he'd be more interested in other people.
But here you were. The curious anomaly is his only defining character trait. Very much not a women, with hands that very much did not belong to a women. You knew that you were his first man, which was only ever mad more apparent when he didn't know what to do with or around you.
Kira confided in you his most protected secret, and was rewarded when you willingly offered your hands for him. Still, it felt weird. He held yours gently. Yes, they were... attractive. But not in the same way his girlfriends had been.
He slid his thumb over your index, feeling the differences. Yours were bigger, and kept differently. Less defensive of the wear and tear they've experienced with ages of use. He pressed on your nail, feeling the same sleek feeling he had gotten from his exs. Slowly the fear he wouldn't be attracted to you started to fade. Your hands were attractive in an interlay different way.
You let him bend your fingers playfully, feeling him bend your knuckles and push back your cuticles. That, was just because he noticed you needed it. Slowly and cautiously, he lifted your hand to his face, pressing your warming palm to his cheek. He closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath, sighing deeply as the familiar shiver went down his spine. Okay, so this wouldn't be the problem he thought it might be. And for once, he was glad to have someone right there next to him.
Hello! You reblogged a picture of a “bronze winged jacana” earlier, and it looked like a bird with a tone of legs. Is this a fictional creature, or generated, or did I just see the picture wrong?
male jacanas of all species are the ones that actually provide the childcare, and they've developed a way to literally carry their offspring around by holding them in their wings!
a jacana dad protecting his brood DOES appear to have an alarming number of legs, but it's just his cherished toddler jacanas, no worries :)
this is what the wee ones look like outside of their father's loving embrace:
Where the two have the most chaotic father/son relationship.
That's all, if this isn't the type of fics you write feel free to ignore this. If you do write this, thanks in advance and take your time writing. Also don't forget to stay hydrated and don't overwork yourself!! 🤠☝️
This is probably the most unique request I've gotten!! I like this so much that I'm going to add it as a category in my menu haha! Thank you for the ask!!
ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴀʙʙᴀᴄᴄʜɪᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
You aren't biologically related, but for all intensive purposes you have been adopted by him.
Abbacchio isn't good at the traditional father things, like playing catch or packing lunches, but he's really great at the most important stuff. If you're in school, he always makes sure you're ready to go and that you have all your books.
When he gave you life advice, you weren't expecting much, but when he genuinely opened up to you and told you his own experiences, it really helped you.
If you come with him to grocery shop he puts you in the cart. He'll glare at anyone who looks at you two weirdly, and cuss out anyone who makes a comment about it.
Stereotypical intense dad. He means well though, even if he accidentally scares off your friends or partners. Only the best for his son.
His idea of father-son bonding is finding the biggest hill you too can, finding an empty box, and sliding down the hill in the boxes.
"Dad tax." Proceeds to eat half of your meal.
When you watch a movie together and you two are laying on top of each other, there's a good chance he might kick you off for having the wrong opinions about the movie.
"I'm disowning you, don't you dare tell me you think Bruno would win in a fight."
When you say my dad can beat up your dad, it's probably true.
He shares with you more than anyone else, and you're the only one he'll let take things from him.
Tries to introduce you to all his favorite music.
Abbacchio has literally thrown fists on your behalf. It is both charming, and terrifying.
Takes you to a lot of events. In games like paintball, if you two aren't a team he will specifically target you.
Slaps you on the back of the head while you're walking by.
Introduces himself as your father, not dad, to seem more intimidating.
Hi hi ! Can I have some story with Guido x trans boy reader...and you know the reader boy feeling bad with his body 'cause his not really look likes as he would like, and the gun boy confort him...P-please...Thanks 👉👈 *blushing*
Yes of course! For the record I'm making this more like my points because I've been busy lately! But please send in another request for this topic if you want!!
ɢᴜɪᴅᴏ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀ x ᴅʏꜱᴘʜᴏʀɪᴄ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱ ᴍᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Mista isn't really great at noticing when you're feeling dysphoric specifically, but he can tell when you're upset. He'll usually come up to you and wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you into a hug or embrace of some kind.
"Hey, you good?"
It doesn't take much for you to give him a hint about why you're feeling so terrible.
"Well that's just shit!" Mista spat. "I'm going to shoot your dysphoria in the face, I swear to god."
He takes to your room and brings you things that you say you'd rather look like, and even gets you binders and gender affirming clothes from his own closet. He'll buy you something if he thinks that it'll make you feel better about how you look.
"I think you look handsome all the time, but hot damn!"
He'll go out of his way to make sure that you have at least one thing you like about how you look, and will go through drastic measures to get you something.
Mista compliments you insistently, but in the most bro dude way.
Calls you lover boy, enfaces on the BOY
More threats of violence against your dysphoria
Gets you his biggest jacket just in case you don't want to look at yourself very much. If he's wearing it, he'll give it to you. If it's in the wash or it's not on him, he'll give you his sweater.
"Sorry babe, you couldn't look like a girl even if you tried."
Distracts you with the worst jokes known to mankind.
Asks the gang about making a surprise date and taking you out to get the things you like so you can feel more self confident. He tried to keep it a secret but got excited about it and told you anyways.
Idk you do multiple characters for QPR requests, but I'm gonna ask anyway; can you write a poly QPR with Jotaro, Kakyoin and male reader? And if it isnt too much to ask, can you also make reader AroAce? I've never requested to a blog so I'm a bit shy.
I do do poly stuff! As long as it's mlm that is! I hope you like it! It's cool I'm your first blog request! Sorry it took so long for me to get around to it...
ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕪 ℚℙℝ 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕁𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕪𝕠𝕚𝕟
Vocabulary:
QPR - A type of relationship that doesn't fit the conventional labels. An example of this might be people who are in a committed physical relationship, or go on dates without a romantic intent.
None of you particularly started the relationship as much as the three of you just phased into it from a particularly strong friendship.
Both Kakyoin and Jotaro are also aroace, although Jotaro is oriented towards men.
Jotaro doesn't like being touched very much by anyone, but you and Kakyoin are the only ones he allows to be physically close to. You're both allowed to do things like hold hands and cuddle up together, but it's a general understanding he only wants those things in private.
"EXCUSE ME, he asked for NO pickles!"
Kakyoin is actually a very big fan of dance, and he regularly takes you out to his favorite places to play DDR. He's very good at it, and even plays doubles with you if you want to.
They get visibly annoyed when other people assume things about your relationship, and have thrown out rude comments to people who have imposing questions about it.
Jotaro and Kakyoin are infamous for showing up where you are and inviting themselves to hang out. Your other friends have started to get used to it.
Kakyoin really enjoys physical touch like cuddling or hugging and frequently offers you a spot next to him so you can lean on each other.
You occasionally all sleep in the same bed together watching older movies, usually with Clint Eastwood.
Hi! Could I request a bruno fic with a reader who is trans nb or a trans man? Maybe the reader is feeling dysphoric and bruno comforts them.
(It's really cool to see an mlm blog for once :D )
Thanks! Sorry to take so long to get to everything. I hope to do both trans man and nb but I'm not nb myself so I'm going to post this for trans men then make a separate one for nb people when I do a little more research!
𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕠 𝕏 𝔻𝕪𝕤𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
You and Bruno Buciaratti. Wasn't that something? You were still getting used to it. Everything seemed so obvious now that you two were together. He talked with such command, you didn't ever think that he was trying to gently lead you into his arm. And happily you were led, until all of the hints had become too obvious to ignore.
You were a frequenter of a local restaurant, a mom and pops, it was how you first met. Admittedly, he was a shady character, taking money from the owners for what you assumed was protection. His serious demeanor seemed contradictorily radiant. When he glanced back, you felt it was only a matter of time before you fell into him.
It seemed too perfect when he sat down at a table in the corner and made friendly chit chat with the waiters. You knew that he had been here before, and with you luck, you'd be able to see him again. He was hard to miss with glowing metal zippers connected to his jacket, you would make sure to keep your eye out.
Thankfully, you did. And you saw him again in the same places, finally deciding the day was the day. But then he approached you, and everything from that day felt like it had changed. It didn't take long before you to were officially together. Dangerous for you, sure, but he had kept you safe for a long time. And you trusted him enough to let him know one of the deepest part of you.
You're trans. It wasn't as big of a deal as you worried it might be. Bruno simply smiled and reassured you that he wasn't there for your body. He was there for you.
That led to now. You weren’t particularly a fan of fashion but you had Bruno by your side to comment on what you wore when asked. Not that it was very helpful though, as he said you looked amazing in anything. Adorable, but not exactly helpful. Unfortunately you hadn’t been feeling the best recently. You’re mood had been down lately, and it spilled over into your self-conscious thought. And for the the first time in a long time, Bruno’s comments about how handsome you were didn't seem to help.
He sat on his bed, letting you rummage around in a spare drawer for your clothes he gave you when you started to stay over more often. Bruno lolled his head to the side, not exactly upset or frustrated, just getting bored. You had been taking a while, needless to say.
“Darling have you picked something yet?” He asked, the words rolling lazily off his tongue. “The afternoon is almost up, and it looks like you might take a while longer.”
Bruno didn’t mean to be rude, you knew that, but you still couldn’t help but feel irritated. When did all these clothes get so feminine? It seemed like all the clothes you had gotten yourself, even the items Bruno had given you and said you looked handsome in seemed like they expressed an hourglass figure. You wanted to tear everything apart. The only way you could describe the clothes were stupid.
The clothes was stupid, going out was stupid, and in your irritation you were starting to think that this whole date was stupid.
Bruno had stood up and walked next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Perhaps you would like to cancel, it doesn’t look like you will be ready soon.”
You swatted his hand away. Of course you didn’t want to go! You felt girlish and feminine and being out in public felt utterly humiliating when your body wasn’t right! You might as well have bugs under your skin, that’s how uncomfortable you were. “Maybe I wouldn’t be taking so long if you helped!”
Bruno took a step back, pulling away from you. You had fought and yelled at each other before, but this felt different. “I- I’m sorry.” You sighed out, shaking slightly.
You were so close to falling apart. And over something so little... you felt so sensitive. You fell into Bruno as he wrapped his arms around you, needing the support he was giving you. He slowly placed his hands on your head, petting your hair sweetly. It might have been embarrassing if anyone but him was doing it.
He didn’t know how to help. He couldn’t fully understand your hurt or your pain, but when he held you and whispered into your ears all the wonderful things he thought you were, you felt safe. You took it to the bed, a much more comfortable position then laying half way on top of his chest still standing.
“Let’s reschedule. I’m not going anywhere... so we have plenty of him.” He hummed softly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“No, we made plans, we should-”
“With all due respect, no. You’re upset, and it’s my duty to help wherever I can. We can go somewhere else when you’re ready.” He insisted further. “Handsome, we have all the time in the world.”
You felt your face get hot and your buried your face in his chest. “Oh, you like that? Well it’s true. You are the most incredible, handsome, strong man I’ve had the joy of coming to know.”
Bruno gave you words of affection until you told him what was wrong. He gave you something of his to borrow, and when you put on your ‘boyfriend’ jacket, you couldn’t help but feel more confident. He slid his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the temple of your head. “You look so handsome.”
