PLEASE COULD U WRITE HOW THE JOEASTARS (and jobros too..) WOULD GET JEALOUS IF SOME DUDE TRIED TO ASK U OUT OMG IM ON MY HAND AND KNEES PLS PLS PLS PLS I LOVE UR WRITING UR A GOAT
i decided to do a separate post for the jobros, so a pt2 will come out at some point!
you can tell where i got a little lazy though...
ᢉ𐭩 characters: jonathan, joseph, jotaro, josuke, giorno, jolyne, johnny
jonathan
being that jonathan came from an upper-class family, events such as dinner parties and extravagant balls were nothing out of the
ordinary. an expectation. this evening in particular was his turn to host, according to whatever customs were set in place among these groups.
with your help, the night went smoother than smoothly. the mansion was grand and had enough room for everyone to enjoy themselves. there were men in expensive suits and women in large, poofy gowns accompanying them. as jonathan’s partner, you spent most of the evening together, though naturally at some point you had gotten separated while going to greet different guests.
just as you had started to search for him again, you felt a presence behind you, followed by a call of greeting. in front of you now was a man you hadn’t seen before, but it was obvious he was another noble by the fabrics he wore. “apologies, but i couldn’t help but notice you as you walked past.” right from the introduction, and the way he announced his title so proudly after, you knew he was another one of those snobby men you couldn’t stand. you ought to have rejected his advances right away, but he wouldn’t spare you a second to talk — far too occupied rambling on about whatever legacy his family held and how they ‘desperately require an heir.’
typical.
in the midst of your boredom, you hadn’t even noticed the familiar footsteps of your boyfriend behind you until he placed a gentle yet polite hand to your waist. “there you are,” he smiled with a softness that screamed adoration, before his attention turned to the man in front. jonathan couldn’t lie — the idea of another man trying to court you made his stomach twist uncomfortably. you were his love. his heart. how could he not feel a little protective over you when someone tried to take that away from him?
regardless, he gave the man a polite smile and greeted him, choosing to keep his protectiveness silent, but it was loud in the way he held you slightly tighter, almost as if silently asking if you were uncomfortable at all. “ah, forgive me. i wasn’t aware they had a partner.” the man chuckled, a little too laid-back for jonathan’s liking — he should be somewhat more apologetic, the thought — but he accepted the apology anyways, not wanting to come across as rude or cold, though you could see the mild tension in his jaw as he eyes the other man with distrust.
“it’s alright. we’ll be on our way now,” he then turned his head to look at you again, all tension in his body relaxing when he noticed you looking at him too, and he felt a little more at ease. “there’s a cake i wanted you to try.” he tells you, and the thoughtfulness makes you giggle softly.
the moment you had both walked off together, out of earshot and eyesight of the stranger, jonathan let out a soft sigh, a large hand moving to rest against your lower back, guiding you through the crowd of people. “are you alright?” because he has to check. has to know you’re feeling safe and content. “did that man bother you at all?”
he was relieved when you shook your head. “i’m fine, but i’m half-asleep,” you admitted, which made him chuckle. “he just kept rambling on about nothing.” jonathan, having grown up around people like this, understood all to well, and although physical displays of affection were seen as vulgar in settings like these, he couldn’t resist sneaking a kiss to your temple. “well you’re stuck with me for the rest of the night. hopefully i won’t bore you as much.”
“never.” you murmured back with a smile.
joseph
joseph could not believe the nerve of this man. he had only stopped somewhere to use the bathroom quickly, leaving you stood outside of the building waiting for him to finish up, and when he came back out he saw some random man speaking to you — or more accurately — flirting with you.
it had only been two minutes, and yet there the guy was trying to charm you, flashing you a toothy grin that made his blood boil, especially once he had reached out to brush your hair a little away from your eyes. it was obvious you were caught by surprise with the whole thing in how you seemed at a loss for words, but before you could actually say anything, joseph was already at your side, slinging an arm around your shoulders.
“i’m back, darling,” he announced exaggeratedly, the use of the nickname making you cringe a little internally because he never called you darling. that didn't stop him from continuing with this act, however, eyes flickering up to the other man’s face, watching how his previous confidence fell a little. “and who may you be?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, his words drawled out like some sort of judgemental old woman, which made you bite back a chuckle.
“oh, uh—” the man didn’t even manage to get a word in before joseph was cutting him off with a smug grin, leaning forwards slightly like he was interrogating the guy, which he honestly kind of was, looming over him and questioning him like that. “if i didn’t know better, i’d say you were making the moves on them.” he pulled you closer to his side like he was signalling that you were taken. that you were his and he had no interest in you.
the other guy clearly got the message, his hand scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as his gaze flickered between you and joseph, looking more than disheartened now. “sorry, i didn’t realise—” a huff from joseph cut him off again, your boyfriend shaking his head dramatically, conveying disappointment. “well now you know, so i’d suggest you back off and leave us alone.”
being that he was almost twice the other man’s size, the stranger before you seemed to simply nod in obedience, a smart decision considering joseph had a history of starting fights with those he found to be scum, which in this case, he definitely did. nobody had the right to try and take you from him after all! you were his! he snickered when the guy scurried off with another muttered apology, squeezing your shoulder gently as he watched him retreat. “what an idiot— thinking he was in your league.” joseph scoffed, turning back to you with a grin of pure victory, like he had just won a trophy or something. he was so full of himself sometimes. “now, how about we go for food? all that drama has me starving.”
jotaro
“can you pick one already?” you groaned.
you had stood there watching him stare at the spine of about thirty different books already, and none of them were remotely interesting. books about planes and boats and marine life — nothing like the type of books you usually read. on one hand, you couldn’t complain all too much. you had dragged him around to plenty of different stores too, so it was only fair he had his turn. but on the other hand, you could feel yourself aging faster from just how long you were waiting for him to choose something already.
“don’t rush me,” he grumbled, no bite to his tone with you, but clearly very serious about whatever this was. “if you’re bored you can go look at something else.”
right. you had free will. how could you forget?
your legs carried you to whichever section of the bookstore interested you the most, and when you reached it your mood had increased significantly. eyes skimming and stopping on a particular title, you reached out to grab it without realising another hand had reached for the same book at the same time until your fingers brushed.
a little startled, both you and the stranger pulled your hands back, and when you looked over at him to apologise, he was already doing the same. “it’s okay. you take it.” you offered, feeling nice today. you hadn’t exactly come here yourself, so it wasn’t like you were desperate to buy anything. “no, no, you should have it.” the stranger shook his head to your surprise. “i insist.”
giving him a grateful ‘thank you’ you pulled the book off of the shelf and looked over the cover. meanwhile, the stranger was still looking you over. “you know, you’re really beautiful,” he suddenly spoke up, the compliment making you pause. was he…hitting on you?
“yeah, they are.”
the deep, rough voice was unmistakable behind you, one hand in pocket and the other moving to hold onto your hip with that familiar possessiveness. it wasn’t a surprise to you when you looked over your shoulder to see jotaro there, his expression somehow more brooding than ever, and there was a dark look in his eyes that told you he was more than ready to beat the crap out of this guy if he had to.
“they’re also my partner,” he added with a snarl, uncaring of how he came across because who the hell was this guy to him? “so scram before things get ugly.” heat rose to your cheeks at that. the guy didn’t know you were taken! he was just trying to shoot his shot and be nice. you couldn’t help but pity the slightly nervous look on his face as he peered up at your giant of a boyfriend. “jotaro…” you mumbled, trying to calm him.
“hey, hey — i didn’t mean any trouble,” the man held his hands up like surrender, clearly knowing there was no use in arguing. “i didn’t know they were taken. my bad.” still, jotaro was uncaring, his jealousy bubbling up rapidly in his chest. he didn’t say anything else, though. just kept a tight hold on you while glaring at the guy like he was two seconds away from either cussing him out or tearing him to shreds.
either way the man didn’t wanna find out which route he would take, wasting no time in turning around and walking in the opposite direction — books be damned. he could come back another day after all.
jotaro didn’t leave your side after that. as much as he scoffed seeing the guy hurry away, and despite his grumbled ‘idiot’ when the situation was over, you noticed how clingy he was now. “you’re practically stepping on my toe here,” you snorted as you paid for the book you had grabbed from the shelf, your boyfriend lingering withing an arm’s length at every turn you made.
“tch,” he turned away like he was annoyed with your comment, your audacity, but that faint blush on his olive cheeks gave him away, no matter how low he tiled his hat. “i’m not. you’re annoying.”
josuke
where the hell were you?
josuke had spent far too long searching around the school for you already, and it was starting to get tiring — especially with the summer heat cursing morioh this year. okuyasu had begged him to come to the nearby store with him to get a cold drink, and he had naturally agreed and thought to get you one too. he always kept you in mind after all.
but when he returned he couldn’t find you anywhere.
one of your friends he’d bumped into told him you were probably in the cafeteria by now. feeling a little silly because he hadn’t initially considered that idea, he made his way there with a small smile on his face. he’d gotten your favourite flavour, so it was sure to make you smile.
eventually, he found you among the busy room, but when he laid eyes on your table, his expression faltered for a split second. not because of you — but because there was some other guy sat opposite you. some other guy that looked way too pleased with himself, leaning back all cocky in a way that made his brows furrow and a wave of annoyance and uncertainty washed over him.
he wasn’t sure why, but he really wanted to march over there and pull that guy away from you. it wasn’t like you weren’t allowed male friends, because of course you were — but this guy was clearly trouble — and after approaching and hearing something that sounded awfully close to “saturday night,” josuke knew he had to say or do something about this.
“hey,” he greeted you, placing the drink in front of your tray and taking a seat beside you. right away his arm was around your shoulder — casual but almost claiming — a silent statement to say that you were definitely not seeing this guy on saturday if he had anything to say about it. “got you this. your favourite.” he shot the guy a glance at that last word before turning back to see you smile.
of course, he had nothing to worry about with you. you were way too loyal to even think about hurting him like that, but that didn’t mean it didn’t get on his nerves a little seeing this guy act so confident like he had a shot. he was so flustered he didn’t know how to act. does he warn him? act nonchalant? this hasn’t happened before…
“you need something?”
the words flow out easily, a tone of distaste in every word that’s only further emphasised by the bored raise of his eyebrow. you almost laugh at the sight.
“just talking to them.” the guy replies, eyeing josuke suspiciously almost, as if trying to understand if you two were actually together or not. “well if it’s not important then quit wasting our time.” josuke doesn’t mean for it to come out as rude as it does. he’s trying to be nice — he really is! but it’s just so hard when all he wants to do right now is have you to himself without some other guy stealing all your attention away. “can’t you see you’re disturbing us?”
looking between you and josuke and seeing that you don’t respond to tell your boyfriend to be more polite, the guy gives up quickly, understanding that there was no point, and that his arrogance wouldn't work on you. “what a jerk,” the guy mutters as he gets to his feet, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he storms off like a sulking child.
the switch up was incredulous, josuke’s indifference melting into a pout right away, and he huffs quietly before leaning back against his seat. “who even was that guy?” he murmured, arms folded over his chest. “couldn’t he see you weren’t interested?”
you don’t get a chance to even speak or attempt to reassure him before he’s taking your drink in hand and taking a sip. a small one, sure, but a sip regardless. “i spent so much time finding you and getting you this — slurrrrp — and that’s what i come back to?”
his thievery earned him a swat across the arm.
giorno
“ehi, scusi,”
turning your head around to find some guy calling after you wasn’t part of your plans for today. just looking at him told you he was another one of the many mafiosos that inhabited napoli. the all-too-casual demeanour didn’t help his case either. “you’re looking great today. how about i take you out for coffee sometime?”
you hadn’t shook your head faster. you were supposed to be meeting at a nearby restaurant with giorno soon who had a meeting to attend beforehand and had told you he’d meet you there. you had no time to stop and chit-chat, and you definitely had no plans of grabbing coffee with another man when you already had your own.
“mi scusa, but i’m in a rush,” you hardly spared him a glance, yet he still persisted, trailing after you like he was desperate beyond belief for some sort of acceptance from you. “awh, c’mon — it’s just coffee,” he insisted, trying so obviously to get you to look at him. notice him. “you got a boyfriend or something?”
a sigh escaped your lips and you stopped in your tracks, knowing that trying to outrun this guy wasn’t going to work. “yeah, i do.” still, the man’s face hadn’t dropped into that disappointed expression you were anticipating, and instead you watched his lips curl into a grin — one that told you he wouldn’t give in this easily.
“who? some nobody?” he snorts, shaking his head. “give me a chance, eh? i’ll show you what being with a real man is like.” whatever angels where watching over you found the perfect time to chime in because it was then that a black car pulled up by the side of the road next to you.
out came giorno who had briefly witnessed the situation as he was being escorted to the restaurant, an uneasy feeling settling in his gut and he asked the driver to pull over. “amore,” he greeted with that cool yet undoubtedly soft tone of voice, approaching your side and pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning to face the man in front of you with a neutral expression. unreadable.
“is this your boyfriend or —” the stranger trailed off, his jaw falling slack mid-sentence once he registered who the hell was actually in front of him. his blood ran cold and you had never seen such fear in another person’s eyes before. nothing like this. “y–you…boss!”
in an instant he was bowing obediently to giorno, both out of respect and a plead for mercy, knowing that you would inevitably tell him everything if he hadn’t already seen it. how he had insulted him. “is this man bothering you?” there was a subtle sharpness to his voice as he spoke, like he was struggling to hold back from saying or doing something stupid. he was far from pleased right now, but he couldn’t risk acting foolishly or upsetting you any more than you might already be.
“i’m fine,” you simply replied to the other man’s relief, and he let out a more than nervous chuckle. “i had no idea this was your partner, signore. believe me — i wouldn’t have—” the moment giorno raised his hand, however, the man was silenced, eyes practically bulging out from their sockets as he waited anxiously for whatever giorno would say.
“run along and make yourself useful.”
jolyne
this wasn’t really happening, right?
there was no way in hell someone was seriously hitting on you while she had turned her back for one moment to throw something in the trash. yet despite how many times she rubbed her eyes and blinked, the man in front of you didn’t disappear. rather, he was leaning in even closer to you with a toothy grin that made her skin crawl.
“you like japanese?” the guy practically purred, tilting his head a little in an attempt to be charming. it only made jolyne’s fists clench at her sides though. “there’s a new place open a few blocks away. meant to be good. wanna go?”
a strong hand wrapped around your wrist the moment the words left his mouth, and suddenly you were being tugged away from the man and beside jolyne instead. “hey, i dunno who you think you are but they’re taken.” it surprised you just how hostile her voice was, but then again — this was jolyne — and she’d be damned if anything threatened her relationship with you. you meant too much to her, and you knew that all too well.
“woah— i didn’t know!” the guy retorted with a frown. “jeez, woman. you don’t have to be so aggressive.”
oh, now she was more pissed.
“yeah? well you do now, so beat it.” she scowled like she was about to pounce at him while clinging to your arm like some attention-starved puppy all the same, dragging you in the opposite direction without a second thought because she really didn’t wanna have a back and forth with this guy right now.
“the nerve of some people,” she grumbled as the two of you walked off, her hold on you relaxing a little now that you were away from the guy. “if he ever tries to hit on you again, i’ll kick his ass.”
your amused laugh made her soften almost entirely, and a smile graced her lips in return, chuckling at her own behaviour. “it’s not funny. i’m serious, y’know.” she watched as you shook your head and pressed a kiss to her cheek, her body leaning against yours more now.
“i know.”
johnny
lazy afternoons like these were always sweet, especially with johnny. the warm sun on your skin, the gentle breeze and the slow rhythm of everyday life. you hadn’t done much besides go for a short stroll with him, stopping at a market to buy some fruit that was now in season. the intimacy of doing such mundane things never failed to enchant you both.
“i’ll have two of those, please,” you asked the guy behind the stall, who nodded kindly and placed two fruits into a bag for you, handing them over once you paid. “grew them myself. they’ll taste great.” you hum in acknowledgement, not wanting to be rude while tucking your change back into your pockets again.
“i don’t think i’ve seen you around before,” the man continued despite your lack of response. “you live around here?” giving him your politest smile, you nodded at his question. “i moved not too long ago.”
“ah, figures. think i’d remember a face like yours.”
you pause at that comment, eyes flickering to johnny who you had quite literally handed the fruit to, implying you had come together, before looking back to the face behind the stand. “i’m right here?” johnny frowned, clearly unimpressed with that little attempt at flirting, his hands clutching the bag on his lap in irritation.
“there’s a new play in theatre in town,” the man didn’t seem to care or acknowledge johnny whatsoever, which had his blood boiling in rage. “you like theatre? we could go sometime. on me.” the audacity this man had was beyond him, and he was stunned at what he was hearing and seeing before him.
“did i not just tay she’s taken?” johnny speaks up again, his voice a little rougher now, catching the attention of both the man’s now bored face and a few people nearby. “no, you didn’t.” the man deadpanned, making johnny snarl. “think you’re funny, huh?”
he reached over his laced his fingers with yours, shooting the guy the filthiest glare he could muster up before already beginning to push his wheels to drive him away. “let’s go already,” he grumbled, more than displeased with whatever this was. “before i punch this guy in the jaw.”
Josuke absolutely has beef with everyone you’ve ever mentioned did you wrong. Whether that be a toxic family member (he will stare them down at every reunion) or a rude coworker. Even if a stranger is slightly snippy, he’ll react faster than you, on the defense immediately. This trait of his worsens after Kira is defeated. Who knows whom/what could hurt you? In a world where literally anything or anyone could be a stand, he doesn’t think he’s being crazy for being suspicious. He knows you’re strong, you can fight your own battles, but he will always be standing behind you, always ready to defend you, even if you tell him not to.
Helloo!! I saw someone else ask to be an anon so I wanna know if I can be 👾anon!
Can I get all the JoJo's with an s/o that on meeting, looks extremely cold, harsh and scary. But once they get to know them and start liking them they realize they're the biggest softie ever who will cry over dog not getting an extra treat and acting really silly and happy about everything. Like they look like they'd demolish you if you look at them wrong but they have a closet full of pink frilly cute clothes and plushies.
Of course!!! I love how I have anons this is so fun!! I’ll also create a tag for you to find all of your asks 🫶
ANDDDDD I freaking love this idea like omg it’s so cute 🥹🥹 I just didn’t add the pink clothing idea because I felt it was too feminine and wanted it to stay gender neutral!!
Tags: Gender neutral reader, fluff and SFW
Jonathan Joestar:
- When Jonathan first meets you, he instinctively straightens his posture and offers a polite, cautious greeting - the kind he gives to dangerous strangers. You give off an aura that commands respect, your expression unreadable and your presence a little intimidating. But Jonathan can’t help noticing how your gaze softens whenever you think no one’s looking.
- At first, he worries he’s somehow offended you since you’re so curt and distant. He tries to engage you gently, offering to carry things or asking about your interests. Then comes the moment that changes everything - he catches you crouched down consoling a stray kitten with tears streaming down your face because “it looked lonely.” Jonathan is stunned by how tenderhearted you really are.
- From then on, his attitude completely shifts. He goes out of his way to do little things that make your days brighter - like surprising you with tea, flowers, or quietly fixing something you were struggling with. He adores the warmth you bring despite your intimidating shell.
- The first time you invite him over and he sees your room full of plushies, he almost forgets how to breathe. You fumble to explain, “They’re comforting, alright?!” but he just smiles - that gentle, disarming Jonathan smile - and tells you it makes perfect sense. He even picks up your favorite plush and insists it’s “very distinguished.”
- Every time you cry - whether from a sad story, a kind gesture, or even over a newspaper - Jonathan’s heart aches. He cups your cheeks and murmurs softly that your empathy is one of your greatest strengths. He finds it beautiful that someone who looks so tough feels so deeply.
- If anyone insults or fears you because of your appearance, Jonathan is the first to speak up. Not in a violent way, but in that firm, gentlemanly tone of his: “You clearly don’t know them as I do. Their heart is gentler than anyone’s I’ve ever met.” Hearing him defend you always makes your chest tighten - and maybe, just maybe, you cry again (which only makes him hold you tighter).
Joseph Joestar
- When Joseph first met you, he absolutely thought you were terrifying. The confident stance, the piercing stare, and that aura of “I could win in a fist fight” had him both impressed and slightly cautious.
- Of course, that only made him more interested. He’d brag to Caesar or anyone nearby about how “unflappable” he was around you, but internally he was constantly second‑guessing whether you’d deck him if he made a bad joke.
- The first time he saw you melt because a stray kitten brushed against your leg, he completely short‑circuited. His brain did a full stop before he burst into laughter and went, “Wait, THAT’S what scares me?”
- From that day on, he started teasing you about it constantly - but never cruelly. Expect lines like: “Better give that dog a treat before you start crying again, sweetheart.” Cue him dodging a half‑hearted punch and stealing a kiss right after.
- Joseph loves how expressive you are once your guard drops. Every time you get excited over something small - a flower, a cute animal video, a new plush for your collection - he swears his heart grows three sizes.
- Speaking of your stuffed animals, he’s secretly given them names and personalities behind your back. Sometimes he’ll dramatically act out fake dramas between them when you’re not looking, just to get you giggling.
- He’s fiercely protective of how soft you are deep down. If anyone ever tried to mock you for it, Joseph’s energy would turn from goofy to vengeful trickster in a second. Using his usual mix of deception and wit, he’d make sure they regretted it.
- Late at night, when you’re surrounded by your plushies and cuddled up under a blanket, Joseph rests an arm around you and whispers teasingly, “You know, for someone who could snap me in half, you’re awfully cute when you squeak about penguins.”
- But honestly? He wouldn’t trade your duality for anything. You make his world unpredictable, hilarious, and impossibly warm.
Jotaro Cujoh
- At first, Jotaro genuinely thinks you’re someone who could give him a run for his money in a fight. The way you carry yourself - calm, sharp-eyed, confident - reminds him of a wild animal that shouldn’t be approached carelessly. He respects that.
- The first time you show your gentle side - maybe tearing up over a stray cat or trying to rescue a bug from the rain, Jotaro just stares. He doesn’t say anything, but the corners of his mouth twitch, and he mutters something like, “…Yare yare. You’re unbelievable.”
- Once he realizes that your tough exterior hides the sweetest heart he’s ever seen, he starts teasing you in the most subtle ways. If he sees you buying a stuffed animal, he’ll deadpan “Another one?” but later that night, you’ll find it on your bed because he carried the bag without you noticing.
- You’re one of the very few people he lets see him relax. Your infectious joy - getting excited over small things, laughing loudly, or ranting about an animal video - helps him ease out of his stoic shell.
- If anyone dares to tease you about crying over a dog commercial, Star Platinum somehow “accidentally” knocks something heavy off a nearby shelf. Total coincidence, of course.
- He memorizes every stuffed animal’s name just because he knows it matters to you. You once caught him fixing the ear on your favorite plush, and he played it off like he just “found it that way.”
- It’s a quiet, grounding relationship: your energy balances out his calm stoicism, and your softness reminds him there’s beauty in being kind - even when the world’s cruel.
Josuke Higashikata
- When Josuke first meets you, he definitely thinks you could wreck someone with just a glare. He’s intrigued but also a little wary - not because he’s scared, but because he doesn’t want to be that guy who says something stupid and ends up catching your rage.
- The first time he realizes you’re actually soft-hearted? You teared up over a stray cat in the alley, and Josuke’s brain just short-circuited. “Wait… you’re crying? Over that tiny fuzzball?!” That was the moment he knew you’re not scary - you’re adorable.
- He loves teasing you gently about the contrast. “Who knew the person who looks like they’d deck someone for breathing wrong cries over puppies?” You’ll swat at him, red-faced, while he laughs and hugs you from behind.
- Your room full of stuffed animals completely blew his mind. He walked in expecting band posters and maybe a punching bag, but nope - just rows of plushies staring at him. He ends up buying you a new one every time he sees one that “looks like it belongs in the squad.” Now you’ve got a plush with a pompadour because of course he found one.
- Whenever someone in town talks about how scary you look, Josuke smirks to himself. They have no idea you’re the same person who cried because the goat at the petting zoo didn’t get attention from anyone else.
- You’re his favorite person to show off to his friends because you look so imposing, but the moment Okuyasu says something dumb, you giggle uncontrollably, and Josuke beams like see? cutest person alive.
- If anyone tries to make fun of your soft side, Josuke’s instantly got your back. He’ll glare daggers until they shut up - then turn to you and say something cheesy like, “Don’t listen to them, babe. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”
- He’s the first to comfort you when you start crying over tiny things, like a dog not getting a treat or a sad commercial. He kisses your forehead, pats your back, and then jokes about buying the dog an entire bakery’s worth of treats just to make you smile again.
- Secretly, Josuke loves your soft side because it brings out his own gentle nature. You two end up being that couple that looks intimidating walking down the street but melts the moment you see something fluffy.
Giorno Giovanna
- At first, Giorno is intrigued by the way people react when you enter a room. You have this aura that says “don’t test me”, and even hardened gang members step aside. He admires your poise and presence - you remind him of the strength he needed to survive Naples.
- But the moment he catches you trying to discreetly feed a stray cat or tearing up because a pigeon looked lonely, his expression softens. He doesn’t tease you - in true Giorno fashion, he just smiles gently and helps you without drawing attention to it.
- He’ll quietly start bringing you things he knows you’ll love: tiny plush animals he claims he “happened to see,” or a plant grown with Gold Experience shaped like a bear or bunny. He never says outright that he finds it adorable; the faint smirk tells you everything.
- The first time you cry over something small - like a puppy not getting a treat - Giorno panics for 0.5 seconds, thinking someone hurt you. The realization that you’re crying out of compassion nearly breaks him. He cups your face and says softly, “You have a kind heart - never be ashamed of that.”
- Giorno keeps your stuffed animal collection neat for you when you’re gone - he even uses Gold Experience to repair any damaged ones. You once caught him doing it; he just said, “They deserve care too.”
- When you’re in a silly mood, Giorno watches you with quiet amusement. You can make even the cold marble halls of the mansion feel alive with laughter. He tells you later that your lightness balances the darkness around his mafia work.
- If anyone ever dares laugh at your softness, Giorno steps in with that terrifying calm of his: “You mock something pure because you’ve forgotten how to feel.” Needless to say, it never happens twice.
- In private, though, he loves when you let that side show freely. You’re one of the few who can make him laugh - really laugh - and he’d give the world to protect that.
Joylne Cujoh
- When Jolyne first met you, she instantly thought you were trouble. The glare, the posture, the way people moved out of your path - it screamed “don’t mess with me.” Naturally, she was intrigued.
- The first time you spoke to her, she expected your voice to sound cold and biting - but when you shyly complimented her hair, it threw her way off. That’s when she realized you weren’t scary, just misunderstood.
- She teases you endlessly about your “softie” side. If you pick up a stray cat or get misty-eyed over a puppy ad, she’ll smirk and say, “Yeah, real terrifying, babe.”
- The first time you cried over something small (like a dog dropping its treat), Jolyne was so confused that she didn’t know whether to laugh or hug you. She did both.
- She adores your stuffed animal collection. At first, she made fun of it - until she found you cuddling one after a rough day. Now she secretly wins claw machines just to bring you new plushies.
- In return for your compassionate nature, you’re one of the few people she lets her own guard down around. Your warmth and emotional openness remind her it’s okay to be vulnerable.
- If anyone tries to mock you for loving “childish” or cute things, Jolyne will step up before you even open your mouth - nobody talks down to her partner like that.
- She brags about how you look like you could “fold someone in half,” but she loves knowing you’d rather cuddle an armful of plushies than start a fight.
- Your relationship is a balance of chaos and comfort - her feisty, witty energy plays perfectly with your bubbly, earnest one. You two keep each other grounded: she helps you feel strong, and you remind her it’s safe to be soft.
Johnny Joestar
- When Johnny first meets you, he’s visibly on guard. You’ve got that aura - the kind of stare that could make a horse freeze mid-step and a posture that screams “Don’t mess with me.” He doesn’t say much at first, because he’s sure one wrong word and you’ll deck him.
- It’s only after a few conversations (and Gyro pushing him to talk to you) that he realizes you’re not angry all the time - you’re just naturally intense-looking. The moment you break into a bright smile or start talking about something you love, his jaw literally drops.
- The first time you tear up over a stray puppy or a bird with a broken wing, he’s caught somewhere between “What do I do??” and “Oh my god, that’s adorable.” He awkwardly pats your shoulder and mumbles something like, “Uh… it’ll be okay…” while looking absolutely panicked that you’re crying.
- The stuffed animal collection? Johnny teases you at first - until you explain each plush’s “personality” and why they matter to you. Then he quietly regrets the teasing and even ends up gifting you a small plush horse during one birthday, pretending it’s “just something he found.”
- When you’re being silly or playful - humming nonsense songs, making jokes, or trying to stick a flower behind his ear - he doesn’t know how to react. But there’s this small smile he can’t suppress; it’s rare for him to relax like that, and your cheerful chaos makes him feel… warm.
- He actually likes how others find you intimidating. It means fewer people bother you when you’re out together, and he secretly finds it attractive. But he’s also the only one who gets to see how your whole face lights up when you’re happy, and he never gets tired of that.
- Sometimes, at night, when you’re half-asleep and cuddled up with one of your plushies, Johnny will trace your fingers quietly and think about how strange fate is - how someone who looks so fierce could turn out to be the gentlest presence in his life.
Gappy Higashikata
- When Gappy first meets you, he’s honestly impressed - not intimidated, just fascinated. You have that commanding presence that makes people step aside when you walk by, and he’s quietly thinking, “Woah… they’ve got real main character energy.”
- He tries to act smooth around you at first, but because Gappy’s social cues are kind of… offbeat, it comes out weirdly blunt. You don’t seem impressed, which only makes him admire you more.
- The first time he sees your soft side - maybe you tear up because a stray cat didn’t get fed or because a commercial showed a baby duck - he’s completely thrown off. He just stares in disbelief like, “Wait. You’re crying??” Then he panics: “Did I do something wrong?!?”
- Once he realizes it’s just your genuine empathy, you become even more fascinating to him. He’ll quietly start bringing you cute things - a plush animal he won at a crane game, a keychain shaped like a dog, or even a flower he found on the way to meet you.
- He finds your emotional openness refreshing. You don’t hide your joy, and that reminds him of the better parts of himself before everything got confusing and fractured. It grounds him.
- If someone makes a snide comment about how your personality doesn’t “match your look,” Gappy gets instantly defensive. He’ll pull you close and say, “They just don’t get it. You’re amazing.”
- The first time you show him your stuffed animal collection, his eyes light up. He’s surprisingly gentle with them, arranging them neatly and giving them cute nicknames in bizarre ways.
- When you’re being silly, dancing around or making ridiculous jokes, Gappy joins in without hesitation. His sense of humor is weird and childlike in the best way, so the two of you radiate chaos.
- He absolutely melts when you call him cute or give him one of your plushies to “protect.” He’ll keep it by his bed and pretend not to care, but you occasionally catch him brushing its fur or fixing a loose button.
- Sometimes Gappy will brag about you like it’s nothing: “Yeah, my partner? Scariest person alive. Nobody messes with us. But also… they cried over a squirrel once.” He says it with the fondest grin imaginable.
