#noriaki the man that you are

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Whats a Jo and bro to do….. Based of of this Roblox Screenshot with me and my friends <3

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lie to me

harrison; 1,872 words; fluff and a bit of angst; fem!reader a/n: in which harrison tells you five lies and just as many truths

01.

“lie to me.”

“i love you.”

“ah, but that’s an easy one — how could you be in love with someone you just met, right?”

you smile, lacing your fingers under your chin as he looks you over, the smile on your lips simple and sweet and somehow unsettling in its simplicity. there’s something hidden there — he knows it. he just doesn’t know exactly what it is yet and… that in and of itself is intriguing enough to warrant a second glance, a second’s pause.

“go on, isn’t this supposed to be what you’re good at?” you ask, cocking your head, your eyes never leaving his.

harrison feels himself being drawn into you, the unflinching way you meet his gaze, the seemingly indomitable nature of your curiosity, your striking, painful honesty. ah — so is that what it is? has he gotten so used to the truth hidden beneath the lies that seeing truth hidden behind another veneer of truth has become strange? certainly, it’s not something he sees everyday but…

“alright then — i don’t love you, but i think that maybe i could —”

eh?

you blink, but harrison is already pursing his lips with a shrug, pushing up from where he’d been sitting across from you, your coffee mugs still steaming.

“there, ponder that one for a while, hm?” he grins, shooting a lazy wink your way, “and… that confused look on your face… i don’t hate it, y’know.”

02.

“lie to me.”

“my favorite color is yellow.”

“well, mine’s green.”

harrison looks up at you from across a piece of perfectly buttered toast, his mouth halfway open, watching as you slather your slice of toast in a truly impressive amount of jam. you’re humming to yourself and when you glance up to find him watching you, you shrug.

“what?”

harrison smiles, shaking his head, “nothing. just… ah — nevermind.”

“no, tell me.” you take a huge bite of toast and he can’t help the way his eyes snag on the smear of jam on your lower lip or the way your tongue sweeps out to lick it up.

“nope. don’t wanna.” he takes his own rather large bite of toast, washing it down with a sip of coffee that’s just a bit too hot.

“even if i say ‘please’?”

harrison pauses, considers. and then he smiles.

“for a second there, i just thought you were… cute.”

your blush makes something warm and tight unfurl in his chest. but you narrow your eyes and the tension inside his chest lightens ever so slightly.

“saah… was that a lie or was it the truth?” he muses, reaching out to tap a finger to the center of your forehead, making you blink, “well, you can believe whatever you want to believe. i don’t mind it either way.”

03.

“lie to me.”

“i actually don’t really like lying.”

you pause over the still-warm cranberry scones, your hand hovering over the butter dish.

“then why do you do it?”

harrison licks his lips, his eyes fixed on yours. he feels the beginnings of something cresting from his stomach up into his chest, over his shoulders, down the length of his back. it’s a strange thing, a nearly foreign sensation. but it leaves his whole body a mess a livewire tingles, and it makes him wonder about stupid things like truth and trust and belonging.

“because… it’s easy, i suppose.”

you nod, slowly breaking off a corner of a scone, and applying a liberal amount of butter to it before offering it to him. on the windowsill, there’s a vase full of bright yellow tulips, freshly picked and watered.

“my parents always said that if you tell a lie enough times, it starts to sound like the truth.”

“hm… they sound like smart people.” he reaches out to take the bit of proffered scone, popping it into his mouth and savoring the sweetness.

you watch him with a grin, “they were.”

a moment passes, and then another; harrison reaches for the sugar bowl at the same time you do and your hands brush. you pause; so does he. and then — laughter, as he pushes the bowl towards you and you shake your head, nudging it back.

“three sugars, right?” you ask, watching as he drops the cubes into his coffee and stirs.

“what can i say? i’ve got something of a sweet-tooth.”

“yeah. i know you do.”

04.

“lie to me… please — t-tell me everything’s gonna be okay.”

there’s blood everywhere, and the world is around you is a blur of rain and shadows. the streetlamps cast the air in a hazy glow and it would be beautiful, if it weren’t so deeply, horrifyingly terrible.

you cradle harrison to your chest, a hand pressed to the side of his stomach, where a sickeningly hot stream of blood is pouring from a bullet wound, your other hand holding his head upright.

“i — i think i’m gonna die,” he says, forcing a weak smile as he raises a hand to cup your cheek.

“h-harry! that’s not — that’s not funny —” but you can’t help the watery laugh that bubbles from your lips.

“you — you told me to lie to you… right? so…”

you bite back a sob even as it rips itself from your throat and you shake your head.

“y’know… you’ve gotten s-so bad at this…”

harrison’s own laughter is stuttered through with coughs. more blood, painting the soft of his lips so bright it almost looks like lipstick or strawberry jam. you reach up your hand to wipe it away, smearing the red across his cheeks.

he catches your hand in his, and the cliché of the moment hits you like a runaway train, veering off it’s tracks — the rain, the blood, the falling in love.

“what… at lying? ah… i guess that’s true… hey… look at me…” he presses his blood-stained lips to your hand before resting it along his cheek, holding it there even as more blood gurgles out of the side of his mouth. you try to tug your hand to wipe it away but he holds you tight, holds you dear.

“there you are…” he says, his eyes flickering over the plains of your face, “i su-suppose you might make an honest man of me yet…”

you shake your head again, fervent and desperate.

“no — i d-don’t want that — harry, please — you can’t —”

“m-my favorite color… didn’t used to be yellow… but now it is… and… i never did like lying… but i hated doing it to you… and… i never thought i could fall in love but… here i am… so there — i — i think that’s most of them —”

“harry, what are y-you doing?”

“i’m… telling you the truth. now… your turn — lie… lie to me.”

you let out another sob as you see the light from his eyes slowly fading, even as the distant sounds of shouting alert you to the ambulance racing your way.

“i-if you die, i swear to god, harry — i’ll chase you right into the gates of hell and pull you back with me —”

harrison laughs, his hand falling from yours, his lashes fluttering as his gaze goes wide and glazed.

“now that’s a lie… i’d be happy to believe…”

05.

when harrison next wakes up, it’s to a nearly pitch-black hospital room and a solid weight somewhere to his right. he lets out a soft groan and looks down to find… you, with your face pillowed on your arms, fast asleep by his bedside.

“she’s been here for three whole days.” victor’s voice is light but for once devoid of it’s usual levity.

“ah… of course she has.” harrison reaches out to run his fingers through your hair, a smile stretching his lips at the way your brows furrow slightly, your body shifting as he traces a thumb along the contours of your cheek.

“try not to excite her too much… she’s barely been eating or sleeping so who know’s — her heart might give out if you give her too big of a shock.” and with that, victor tips his head and slips from the room, leaving the two of you very much alone.

harrison revels in the quiet, in the patient pace of your breaths, the rise and fall of his own chest, his own miraculous heartbeat mapped in bright green spikes on a screen to his left. and he wonders briefly how quickly it’d have to beat before it would alert the nurses but —

“h-harry? oh… oh my god — you’re awake!”

“hm… really? ah, and here i was, thinking this was all a dream.”

you bury your face in his chest, gasping when he winces, but he chuckles and tugs you back towards him, his seafoam eyes so bright even in the relative darkness.

“i — i thought…”

“what? that i was dead? c’mon… i’m not that easy to get rid of.”

you bite your lips, shake your head, your eyes welling up with tears as you once again bury your face in his chest, this time careful to avoid his still tender wounds. he hushes you as you hiccup, running a soothing hand through your hair, down the back of your neck.

“i’m just… so glad y-you’re alive…”

harrison grins, cocking his head as you pull back to look at him, your eyes wide and watery and so, so beautiful. it’s unfair, he decides, that you should still look so daringly beautiful like this.

“come here… there’s something i need to tell you…”

you blink at him for a moment before allowing him to beckon you closer, to wrap his arms around you and skim his lips by your cheek till he’s whispering in your hear —

“i… i don’t love you… not even a little bit.”

and for a second, you freeze, your whole body going cold, but when you pull back, there’s a smile on harrison’s lips that makes you roll your eyes. you let out a soft little sigh, pillowing your cheek on his chest as he absently brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

“wow… when did you become such a terrible liar?”

at this, harrison laughs, and he hisses at the pain but he doesn’t stop laughing, and a moment later you join him, and the pair of you fall into the waves and waves of laughter until he tilts your chin up to press his lips to yours.

“if i had to guess…” he muses as he pulls back, running the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip, his eyes flickering from your kiss-bruised mouth up to your shock-widened eyes and back down again, a distinctly fox-like grin stretching his lips.

“i’d say that it was the day that i met you.”

[jojosbizarreaskblog]

Which crusaders would use a dry erase marker to give Polnareff various eyebrow shapes and which crusaders would not participate but would also refuse to tell Polnareff and leave him to figure it out himself when he sees himself in a mirror next?

kakyoin has the marker and avdol isn’t saying a word

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“ far too young ” ...and others

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Speak

AKA how the Stardust Crusaders react when you're learning their primary language!

Ft. Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, & Noriaki Kakyoin

Muhammad Avdol

When Avdol finds out you're learning his primary language of Arabic, he's honored.

Needless to say, Avdol is a great teacher as long as you're serious about learning the language.

He gives you plenty of material to help you study.

But be warned, he believes immersion is the best form of learning.

Expect for him to speak nothing but Arabic in you two's shared household on occasion.

(Don't worry. He'll help you out if he sees that you're struggling!)

Avdol teaches you basic phrases to help you navigate everyday situations while you're out and about in the city you two live in.

Again, definitely the best teacher out of the bunch.

Corrects you when you get something wrong, but takes the time to explain what was wrong about it.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Jean Pierre Polnareff

He's surprised when he finds out you're learning French.

You love him that much to learn his native tongue? How romantic of you!

He will do everything in his power to help you learn the language as he knows it can be tricky.

Kisses you sweetly every time you get something correct or even when you're wrong because at least you're trying!

He may not be the best teacher, but he's very passionate about his language and culture.

It's very infectious and is a great motivator!

He desperately hopes that you're enjoying it as much as he is.

Teaches you romantic phrases and terms fairly early into your language learning endeavors.

"I love you" is at the top of that list to teach you.

It just melts his heart to hear you say those little words in his native tongue.

Gives you little treats as motivators for when you're studying.

"How is the studying going, ma chérie?"

Joseph Joestar

Oh, boy.

When you tell Joseph that you want to start learning English, he's ecstatic.

But be warned, this man is the worse at teaching you.

He'll definitely teach you slang and curse words first.

"That's where the fun is at!" he exclaims when you chastise him for being so vulgar.

You finally get him to take teaching you English seriously (though that in itself is a feat alone).

Again, Joseph is not the best teacher.

He tries his best, but he expects you to pick up the language as quickly as he speaks it.

You then have to explain to him that he's a native speaker of English and you, in fact, are not. So naturally, it's going to take some time for you to learn the ins and outs of it.

He's also not the best at explaining the grammar. Just... be patient with him, please.

"You know... Their, they're, and there! All three are different!"

"Joseph..."

Overall, the most excited for you to be learning his native tongue even if he can't help you very much.

Jotaro Kujo

While Jotaro acts as if he doesn't care that you're learning Japanese for him, his heart flutters along with the butterflies in his stomach when you tell him.

But he mustn't betray his stoic nature.

He's not the best teacher as, much like Joseph, he expects you to pick it up quickly.

"It's simple conjugation, dammit," he'll mutter, pointing to the paper in front of you like an irritated father helping a child with their math homework.

You have to remind him that Japanese is his native tongue and not yours.

He slowly but surely begins to understand, though he can still be stubborn when teaching you at times.

He's also strict when it comes to your Japanese lessons, so expect the lessons to be everyday at the same time.

Don't you dare be late unless you want him to brood the whole time.

"Good grief..."

But again, the poor boy just doesn't know how to properly communicate his emotions.

And deep down, he loves you even more for wanting to learn his native tongue.

Noriaki Kakyoin

"You want to learn Japanese? For me?"

Kakyoin is shocked at first.

You want to learn his native tongue... For him?

No one has ever done something like this for him before.

It brings tears to his eyes, and the only thing he can do after you tell him is embrace you in a tight hug.

He's still reeling over it even months into teaching you the language.

He's a decent teacher, much more patient and understanding than Jotaro.

Kakyoin knows that Japanese can be difficult with the different symbols if you're not accustomed to the kind of language that it is, so he does his best to help you learn it!

Writes up flashcards for you and studies with you.

Grammar isn't his favorite, but he brushes up on the basics to teach you better.

Comes up with little songs and rhymes to help you remember things!

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Jojo characters reactions to you being hurt

(Jonathan, Joseph, Jotaro, Kakyoin, Dio)

(mentions of violence)

Jonathan Joestar:

• Since he can heal, he’s not too worried

• But he’s still freaking out a bit inside.

• He’s SUCH a gentleman

• “Are you alright? Here, let me carry you.”

• Even if you’re fine, this man is watching you like a hawk.

• He just doesn’t want to lose anyone else :(

• If it’s a more severe injury, broken limb, stab wound, etc. He’s more jittery

• Like if you’re visibly in pain he’s gonna feel awful.

• “Please don’t cry- it ok. I’m here.”

• If he can’t be there, he’s gonna have Speedwagon or Baron watching you.

• He’ll fight for your honor 😤

• He’ll just do to your attacker what they did for you

• And a little bit more 🤭🤏

• But he’s still honorable! So he won’t go too far

• He knows you’re capable he’s just really worried and paranoid.

• He just cares so much :(

Joseph Joestar:

• He’ s gonna be making jokes

• Not because he doesn’t care, he just wants to make you feel better

• He’s so confident it’s almost annoying

• “Don’t worry, Joseph Joestar is here!”

• *wink*

• But if someone did this to you, you best believe Joseph is messing them up.

• “You made a big mistake hurting Y/N!”

• It’s gonna be night and day

• He’s so gentle and nice with you

• And then he’s beating someone half to death

• If it’s a more severe injury, he’s PISSED

• Tells Caesar or Lisa Lisa to watch you while he murders someone

• Skipping the witty quip

• Just going straight into destroying them

• He’s gonna be a lot nicer if you’re genuinely hurt

• Doesn’t want to make jokes if it’s more serious

• “Everything’s gonna be alright, Y/N.”

• He’s not leaving your side

• If medicine isn’t making you feel better, he will.

Jotaro Kujo:

• If silent but deadly was a person

• He’s not even gonna have to fight whoever hurt you

• He’s just gonna walk up to them and they’re already on their knees apologizing

• “Don’t apologize to me.”

• Now they’re desperately apologizing to you, and you’re confused cuz it’s just a scrapped knee.

• You’ll have to tell Jotaro that you’re ok and it’s not a big deal.

• Cuz at this point you feel bad for this random guy

• But if it’s a severe injury

• This person is fucked

• He’ll make sure you’re ok, and leave you with one of the other Stardust Crusaders

• And then Star Platinum is killing someone

• And Jotaro is just glaring

• You are not leaving his line of sight

• “Are you ok?”

• You won’t notice, but he’s gonna be hyper aware of what you’re doing

• Helicopter parenting

• He’s gonna make sure you’re happy and safe.

Noriaki Kakyoin:

• He’s very worried

• If it’s something small, he’s probably not gonna go after whoever did it

• He’s just gonna make sure you’re ok.

• “Are you hurt? Let me see, I’ll help.”

• He’ll patch you up, and you’ll go on about your day

• But if it’s a worse injury

• He’s FREAKING out

• His eyes are going all wide and he’s gonna go straight to you.

• If it’s an easier enemy, he’ll stay with you and have Hierophant Green get them, or vice versa

• But if it’s another stand user, he’ll leave you with the Stardust Crusaders and destroy them 🥰

• He’s making it quick, cuz he just wants to make sure you’re ok

• He feels guilty that he couldn’t keep you from getting hurt

• He doesn’t want to seem clingy, but he’s gonna stay right by you’re side

• “I’m sorry you got hurt. I won’t let it happen again.”

• And he means that

• He’s going to keep you safe

Dio Brando:

• oh boy

• You gotta try and calm him down

• Like you’re frantically trying to convince him not to kill this poor dude

• “How dare they touch you?!”

• If you’re able to convince him to leave the guy alone, his mood will be soured, and you won’t hear the end of it.

• But eventually he’ll let it go

• If you’re seriously injured, however, he’s not letting it go.

• He’s going to take his time and make them suffer.

• He’ll have one of his lackeys take him away, and make sure you’re fine.

• If you’re not, he’ll get you the best care

• And he WILL make this person suffer

• “They will not get away with doing this to you, believe me.”

• He’ll do to them what they did to you, but tenfold.

• And he’s gonna be clingy, but will deny it

• He’s gonna act like he’s on top of you 24/7 for your sake

• But he was actually just really worried

• He knows that he has many enemies, and doesn’t want you involved

• He’s not gonna forget about it for a while.

[naomijoestar]

heyy can i please request jobros reactions to their s/o doing on them that tiktok trend where the gf records their bf and tell him “if u make me laugh you’re getting some tonight” and as soon as the bf opens his mouth she bursts out laughing? (the reader being the gf recording and the jobros being the bf ofc)

Masterlist here <3

Hey anon! I’m sorry for making you wait so long, here is your request <3 I hope you like it, I’m not too sure about it so if you’d like anything specific added or fixed you can always private message me!

Mista version here <3

Characters: speedwagon, caeser, kakyoin, okuyasu, bucciarati, ermes, gyro

Jobros react to “if you make me laugh you’re getting some tonight”

Speedwagon

Speedwagon smirks the second you point the camera at him. “Alright, love, what’re you playin’ at this time?” he asks, leaning back with a grin. When you say, “If you make me laugh, you’re getting some tonight,” his eyes light up, and his smirk grows downright devilish

“Oh, you’ve set yourself up for failure, sweetheart,” he says, rubbing his hands together dramatically. “Let me tell ya—”

But before he can finish the sentence, you’re already giggling like a maniac, clutching your stomach and shaking the camera. He pauses mid-word, blinking at you. “What? I didn’t even start yet!”

When you finally manage to explain through your laughter that you wanted him to win, Speedwagon’s grin turns smug. “Oh, I see how it is,” he says, leaning in closer and lowering his voice. “Couldn’t resist me, huh? You know, you could’ve just skipped the game and told me straight-up.”

By the end of it, he’s tossing the camera aside (carefully) and pulling you into his lap, whispering with a playful tone, “You better not be teasin’ me, or I’ll be havin’ ya make all kinds of sounds all night.”

Caeser Zeppeli

The moment you say the words, Caesar’s lips curve into a self-assured smirk. “Oh, cara mia, you’ve made this far too easy for me,” he teases, leaning back and folding his arms like he’s already won

But as soon as he opens his mouth, you burst out laughing, your voice echoing in the room. Caesar freezes mid-word, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Wait, wait—what did I even say?” he demands, but you’re too busy giggling to respond

When you finally catch your breath and admit you wanted to laugh, his smirk returns, this time even cockier. “Ah, so that’s how it is, hmm? You just couldn’t wait to reward me.” He steps closer, tilting your chin up with a finger as his voice drops. “You didn’t need to pretend, amore. All you had to do was ask.”

He ends up backing you against the wall, his breath warm against your ear. “But since you insisted on playing games…” He trails off with a sly grin, leaving the rest of the night entirely up to your imagination

Noriaki Kakyoin

Kakyoin raises an eyebrow at your challenge, his usual calm demeanor not faltering one bit. “If I make you laugh, I get what tonight?” he asks, his lips twitching into a small, amused smile

When you nod and repeat yourself, he adjusts his glasses, clearly amused but trying to look serious. “Well, I suppose I’ll give it a try,” he says smoothly

As soon as he opens his mouth to say something witty, though, you’re already doubled over with laughter. He pauses, blinking at you in confusion. “I… didn’t even get to the punchline.”

When you explain your true intentions, Kakyoin’s cheeks flush slightly, but he quickly recovers, giving you a knowing smirk. “So that’s how you’re playing it, huh?” he says, stepping closer. “You didn’t need to go through all this trouble, you know. I’m more than happy to oblige.”

His hand brushes against your cheek, his voice dipping lower. “But if you wanted me that badly, you might have to make up for teasing me first.”

Okuyasu Nijimura

Okuyasu lights up like a kid on christmas the second you tell him the challenge. “Wait, for real?!” he exclaims, practically bouncing in place. “Man, this is gonna be the easiest thing I’ve ever done!”

He opens his mouth, probably to say something ridiculous or do some over-the-top impersonation, but you immediately burst out laughing, cutting him off. He freezes, his expression a mix of confusion and excitement. “Huh?! Did I win already?”

When you finally explain that you wanted to laugh, his face lights up even more. “Ohhh, I get it now!” He scratches the back of his neck, his grin turning a little bashful but still full of mischief. “Man, you’re somethin’ else, huh?”

Before you can respond, he’s pulling you into a tight kiss, his huge hands resting around your waist. “You’re lucky I like you so much,” he mumbles, though his playful tone is impossible to miss. “Now, c’mon, let’s not waste any time. You did say tonight, right?”

Bruno Bucciarati

“If I make you laugh, I get what?” he asks, raising a single brow. When you repeat yourself, his lips curve into a small, knowing smile

“Very well,” he says smoothly, leaning forward slightly as if preparing to deliver a line. But the moment he opens his mouth, you’re already laughing, your voice breaking into the quiet room

He stops, tilting his head in mild confusion. “I didn’t even say anything yet,” he remarks, though the corners of his mouth are twitching upward

When you explain that you laughed on purpose, Bruno hums softly, his smile turning into something more mischievous. “Ah, I see. So you were planning this all along.”

He steps closer, his fingers brushing lightly along your jawline. “If you wanted to skip to the reward, you could’ve just said so,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “But now that I know how easily you laugh, maybe I’ll have to keep you smiling all night.”

Ermes Costello

Her expression shifts instantly to one of amused challenge, her lips curling into a confident smirk. “Oh, that’s how we’re playing it?” She steps closer, tilting her head slightly. “Baby, I don’t even need to try.”

The second she opens her mouth—probably about to say something cheeky or roast you—you burst out laughing, not even giving her a chance. Ermes freezes mid-word, blinking in surprise. “Hold on. That’s it? I didn’t even say anything!”

When you explain through your giggles that you laughed on purpose, her smirk deepens into something downright wicked. “Oh, so that’s how you’re gonna play it, huh?” she teases, stepping even closer until her face is just inches from yours. “You wanted to skip to the good part, didn’t you?”

Ermes grabs your phone, sets it aside without breaking eye contact, and cups your face in her hands, her tone dropping to a playful growl. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood tonight. But next time? I’m gonna make you laugh for real before you get anything.”

With that, she gives you a teasing kiss, leaving you both grinning like idiots

Gyro Zeppeli

Gyro’s grin stretches across his face before you even finish explaining the rules. “Oh, you’re gonna regret this one,” he says, cracking his knuckles like he’s preparing for a showdown

But the second he opens his mouth—probably to say something absurd—you’re already howling with laughter, your camera shaking as you try to keep it steady. Gyro pauses, his expression falling into mock offense. “What? You didn’t even let me finish! I had golden material, and you ruined it!”

When you finally manage to tell him you laughed on purpose, his grin returns, wider and more smug than ever. “Oh, I see how it is,” he says, stepping closer and slipping the phone out of your hand. “You just wanted me all to yourself, huh?”

Before you can respond, he pulls you against him, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “Next time, don’t even bother with the games. Just tell me what you want—and I’ll deliver.”

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[makiswirl]

noriaki kakyoin the man that you are...................

[itsjojover]

noriaki kakyoin, man that you are

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

We have the jojo and jofoes version of how they react to their darling's skirt being lifted, how about the jobro this one :3 Love your writing for the jojo and jofoes version ❤️

(I can see Kakyoin will be the one make the kid scared the most with his death stare XD)

Makes sense I should complete the trifecta here, got a second ask about this as well. So here are the upskirt : Yandere Jobros edition

Yandere! Speedwagon

He’s got a knack for reading people, so it’s almost instant that he basically steps on the child’s foot, and a pull on the collar. They’re verbally berated and flat out told by this man that they weren’t very sly about their utterly disgusting behavior. He’ll twist one of their arms towards the back and gives them a stare down they’ll never forget. Speedwagon also scares this child by stating he’s seen grown men nearly beaten to death for doing such a thing, before letting them go, the kid losing their balance and running off. The way he made that fairly thin threat was rather bone chilling, but he quickly adjusts his expression and he apologizes to you for not catching the child quick enough.

Yandere! Caesar Zeppeli

As soon as a look of shock appears on your face, Caesar already has a grip on this runt. His hand holding their arm, he sweeps their feet without hesitation. “How filthy to be trying that, your dirty little hands shouldn’t be anywhere near a skirt”. There’s also a strike to the back of the kid’s head out of annoyance, nearly making them fall over again. Perhaps they get soaked wet by the nearest water if he feels it’s appropriate, and they slip one more time before being allowed to flee.

Yandere! Noriaki Kakyoin

Oh there’s certainly a death glare the kid is going to receive from Kakyoin. They’re immediately tripped up, almost instinctively on his part. Brat slips out of his mouth without hesitation, and pinches on one of their ears hard before bending over and forcing them to look at him. Kakyoin simply asks what made them think they were entitled to such behavior. He doesn’t really let them answer, and perhaps he spots something that looks foul, likely garbage. Kakyoin excuses himself from you for a moment and before the kid can blink some kind of garbage is flung into his mouth. He keeps it in there about thirty seconds before letting the kid spit it out, giving him an additional dark glare warning him if he ever tries again, that next time he’ll make him swallow that garbage (or alternatively use something nastier).

Yandere! Okuyasu

Almost certain Okuyasu flips the kid upside down and holds them by one of their legs. A muttering of stupid kid, and even putting spit in the kids ears isn’t quite enough for Okuyasu but he lets them drop, and sends his foot up their butt to shove them further. Telling them to get lost real quick or he might pull something worse than that.

Yandere! Bruno Bucciarati

An almost instant death grip is on this child’s shoulder, they can’t keep running forward and are forced to look at Bucciarati’s eyes. He was unbelievably agitated by this child’s insulting gesture. He looks like he’s demanding an answer but he knew this kid wouldn’t have one. There wasn’t any for something that pathetic. He’s the type to pull on whichever ear is closest and pull on it until they’re very much uncomfortable. He doesn’t listen to being asked to let go, as he sees it it’s appropriate to ignore their protests since they ignored your space. Even a pinch of a nose, his grip is unrelenting until he appropriately waits for the kid to lose balance and fall on their face. He should find their parents later but for now he had to tend to you being humiliated.

Yandere! Hermès

Much like Jolyne she doesn’t take crap from little punks, you bet she has the little brat in a tight hold the instant they try to run off. She does a little bit of everything, pokes and prods, maybe even trips them up. But she’s looking to do something more equal, so if she has a water bottle or soda. You bet she’s pouring it all on the kids pants, perfectly where it would look like they pissed themselves. She smirks telling them the punishment has to equal the crime, and she doesn’t care how many people laugh and mock them. It is what they get for being a little perv, (although she’s tempted to do more, she gets sick of their presence and smacks them in the back of the head before shoving them off)

Yandere! Gyro Zeppeli

The child trips immediately on a steel ball of his before he grips their arm and pulling them backwards. He’s got a condescending smile on his face “you think that’s funny don’t you? Huh kid?”. He likely dumps something on them, like a little bit of leftover jam or honey, getting their hair all nice and sticky, and it’s a bonus when he pushes them and they stumble into some water and their pants are soaked. He probably uses spin once again and trips them up one last time, their pants happening to rip in a rather embarrassing place on a piece of wood. “ I could do way worse for you deciding to go on an upskirt frenzy…now get out of my sight” he says this last bit with an almost mocking laugh.

Yandere! Yasuho Hirose

Honestly she’s just about as upset as you or even more so, Paisley Park even comes out instinctively and grabs the child by the ankles. She smacks them on the back of the head with a rolled up magazine that happened to be tossed aside on the road. Before leaving she shows them a video of the kid upskirting you threatening to somehow send it to their parents, they quickly backtrack, and apologize in a panic before running off. (This also probably had to do with Paisley Park as well)

Yandere! Dragona Joestar

Dragona had it rough herself with bullying, so for once she’d like to do something about it. They promptly slap the perpetrator first before really doing anything. Smooth operators might be used to at least dislocate a couple things like a couple fingers/thumbs, it’s convincing enough that it looks like an accident. It might be turned back to almost normal, as they freak out quite a bit, not sure what’s going on. Thoroughly freaked out, the child runs off pretty quickly. Dragona then turns to you and gives you a tight hug, feeling horrible about that whole thing, then drags you off to a favorite place to make you feel better.

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kakyoin thinking about you while jorking it

he's freaky. he's 18 DUH

kakyoin walks home from school, breathing labored. 

you knew what you were doing. you had to. there's no way you didn't. he lets out a shaky breath, thanking the lord that there's no one else around to see him right now. 

the minute he's home, he goes to his room, slamming the door and standing against it. kakyoin wastes no time in tugging his throbbing cock from his slacks and boxers, letting out a shuddering breath. 

you knew what you were doing. this isn't wrong. you had to know. 

kakyoin was never really one to jerk off, but that's since changed. since being after he met you. my god how he needs you. 

his hand trembles as he lazily wraps it around his cock. he lets out a small sigh of relief and lets his head rest against his door. 

what were you doing, wearing your skirt like that? did you think he wouldn't notice that you'd unbuttoned two of the buttons on your top when you were having lunch with him and jotaro? did you do it for him?

...did you do it for jotaro? 

a low, jealous growl tears from kakyoin's chest. no. you did it for him. he tightens his grip on himself a little and closes his eyes to envision the glimpse of cleavage you'd given him today. 

"oh my... fuck..." he breathes out, screwing his eyes shut tighter. he knows he was being too quiet at lunch; he was imagining tearing your shirt open and burying his face in your tits right then and there. then everyone would know you're his. 

he has a frequent fantasy of fucking you in public. at school, maybe. he's not sure. he's past the point of feeling guilty for jerking off thinking about you. the way he sees it, you're already his. you're just teasing him.

he lets his eyes flutter open and takes a deep breath. his large, rough hand doesn't feel half as good as your smaller, soft one would. it's no matter. he'll feel yours someday. he knows jotaro's right; he'll have to tell you how he feels at some point. this obsession can't continue. he'll go insane without you. 

he shakes his head to rid his mind of any of that, instead focusing on how you looked in PE. he can't help the moan that slips past his lips as he remembers the way you bent down to stretch your hamstrings during today's warmup. he could see the smallest ghost of your panties. he made damn sure to engrave that image in his mind. kakyoin shuts his eyes to imagine them clearer. they were black and lacy, just like he imagined you'd wear. he whimpers. he fucking whimpers. 

"fuck..." he gasps.

he envisions you popping another button, gazing up at him with those eyes. he grits his teeth. you pop another button, and another, and he groans breathlessly. you have to physically look up at him. kakyoin never felt particularly tall, but you made him feel like the strongest, tallest man in the world. he wonders what his life would be like if you two weren't friends. the mere thought fills him with a sense of panic and he shakes the thought. 

but you're not his friend, not to him. you probably have no idea he's obsessed with you, that he jerks off to the thought of you almost every other day. 

he thinks you may feel for him too. he's taken note of how you don't wear tights under your skirt anymore, not like you did when he first transferred. he moans fully at this and covers his mouth. he speeds up his strokes, keeping an even pace. he knows you don't have those buttons popped until lunch. he knows you hike that skirt up before your classes with him. 

your thighs. he focuses his thoughts on them, on how soft they'd be. he imagines you laying on his bed, in that fucking uniform of yours. his large, rough hands would splay across them, squeezing the soft flesh as he spreads them apart. he whimpers again when he thinks of the way your pussy would look. "so wet for me, hm?" he breathes, completely lost in his fantasy. 

you would nod up at him, with those big innocent eyes. "only for you, noriaki," you'd say. the way you refer to him by his first name drives him wild. he imagines you moaning out his name as he sinks his cock into you. 

his hips stutter forward as he imagines the look on your face, the way your pretty lips would form a small pout as he slammed into you. he'd be so rough with you. he knows you could take it. he knows you like it rough.

kakyoin thinks of how your pussy would feel around him, the way it would squeeze and suck him in, practically begging him to ruin you. 

he would fuck you so fucking hard. 

he tightens his grip again and breathes out shakily, abdomen twitching. 

he would tear your shirt from you, he'd punish you for teasing him so much. the word 'slut' appears in his mind, but he quickly shakes it.

he would take you from behind first, he'd grab you hair and fuck you like he meant it. he imagines the noises you would make. would he have to cover your mouth himself? the thought makes him whine desperately and speed up his strokes. 

"haaah-- oh god--" he chokes out, letting his head flop forward. he knows you would just be so loud and whiny (like he's being now). he pictures shoving a couple of his long, slim fingers in your mouth to shut you up. you'd suck on them so eagerly. 

panting, kakyoin brings his own ring and middle fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes and trying to imagine how your mouth would feel instead. you would gag on them, tearing up but you'd keep sucking. 

he grunts loudly, knees quivering ever so slightly as he somewhat struggles to remain standing. 

"yeah? you like that?" he pants out, eyes screwed shut. you'd nod furiously, choking on his long fingers. his hands are so big compared to yours. he's just so large in comparison. he knows you're strong, knows you can hold your own. but he also knows that he could overpower you without even a hint of a struggle. the thought makes him groan out freely, back arching. 

"fuck... fuckfuck" he works at his cock faster, hissing out when precum beads at his tip, dribbling down and making his hand glide smoother. 

kakyoin would fuck you rough, but he'd be so sweet. he'd whisper how much he loves you, how proud he is of you, he'd hold you and kiss you all over. a low whine is forced from his lips as he imagines how you'd respond to his touch. your body would arch into his touch as he held you down, kissing your body, your pretty tits, your stomach, down to you pussy. you'd be soaked for him. he lets out a strangled breath, head flopping backwards and he sucks on his fingers, feeling like a fucking whore.

he would love to record you while he fucks you, watching back to see your tits bounce and hear your screams of pleasure. pleasure he's giving you. he imagines your fucked out moans and he lets out his own pathetic whimper. 

"doing so well," he breathes out in a high-pitched whisper. "such a good girl..." he whines. 

his back arches off the door behind him and he moans out frantically, feeling suddenly close. he lets his eyes roll shut to picture you on your knees. your top would be unbuttoned, your skimpy little bra leaving little to the imagination. you'd suck gently at his cock, your soft tongue would encompass his tip so perfectly. he harshly rubs a finger over his frenulum and lets forth a broken moan, his voice cracking. he lolls his head back and forth against the door behind him, each breath a short, sharp gasp. 

"gonna c-c-um gonna cum g-gonna fucking--" he stutters, his hips involuntarily thrusting into his closed fist. he imagines your teary eyes as you choke on his dick. you'd look up at him, pulling your tits out of your bra, squeezing and playing with them, practically begging him to cum on them.

you'd pinch and roll your nipples between your fingers, moaning around his cock as you pressed your tits together. kakyoin growls loudly and squeezes his hand around his cock, bringing his other to tangle through his hair. his forehead is covered in a sheen of sweat and he's desperate to cum. 

"please please please..." he chants out in a whiny voice, completely unlike his own. his hand tightens in his hair and he moans loudly and pathetically as he imagines you spitting on your tits. his hip thrusts particularly hard into his hand and stills and he lets out what sounds like a tearless sob as he tips over the edge. his legs tremble and he lets out a series of short, high-pitched whimpers as he cums all over his stomach and hand, feeling it dribbling down his cock. his orgasm lasts incredibly long and as more and more cum spurts from his tip, the louder he gets. he's practically crying now, hand squeezing harder as he grips onto the wall, gasping loudly and falling to his knees. a final, weak spot of cum seeps from his cock and he cries out, finally letting his shaking hand go and gasping for air. 

his head tilts back and he slumps against the door, body trembling. he lets out a dejected whimper and pulls his slightly cum-covered undershirt off. kakyoin breathes out shakily, standing up and stumbling to the bathroom to wash his hands and clean himself off. 

he'll probably do the same thing tomorrow, if not again tonight. 

[ungodly-amounts-of-godly-trauma]

wotw round 1

propaganda under the cut!

shen qingqiu:

Okay first a quick intro: Shen Qingqiu / Shen Yuan is the main character of SVSSS, and his deal is that he's a guy from the modern world who wakes up in the novel he read, in the body of one of the characters. Shen Yuan is his name in his original world, while Shen Qingqiu is the name of the character he became - that he uses for himself for most of the novel.

Now, what happened to him… The thing is, at the core of his woobification are his actual canon traits, but some fans really crank them up to the point where it becomes a disservice to the character. So you never know when someone saying "oh Shen Qingqiu is so oblivious" means "due to several intersecting factors Shen Qingqiu has some extremely specific blindspots regarding certain topics" (which is just true) or "haha Shen Qingqiu could get kissed by a man and still not realize that man has romantic feelings for him" (just one variation of the sentiment, but one i find particularly bewildering considering. in canon. a man kissing him was exactly what made Shen Qingqiu realize that man was actually in love with him. like my dudes the bar is low but its there!).

Stumbling into this second version in fic was funny a first few times, but now it's like… I genuinely can't tell whether any particular author is overplaying it for comedy, or genuinely believes the character is That dumb.

Also ppl often severely underestimate his power level. Like idk if that's because they compare him to the characters he often hangs out with, who are those genius top-of-the-world experts (despite him outpacing literally everyone else he ever fought against), or because of how he bungled his first-ever case (like, you know, two weeks after waking up in a whole NEW BODY, in a different world), or because he tends to downplay his own strength and also tries to avoid killing people… but like, this man took a technique that in the original was just "aesthetic and interesting" and developed it into something that could be super deadly within weeks, he's just not using it that way. And he also fixed og Shen Qingqiu's broken cultivation within the first few months of being in that body. So he's actually extremely talented and pretty strong, he just spends most of the book either nerfed by external factors (such as poison that disables his spiritual energy at random times) or surrounded by veritable powerhouses.

And this is for Shen Yuan-as-Shen Qingqiu. But the version that drives me completely up the wall is actually the portrayal of just Shen Yuan - in fanworks where he either never gets transported to the world of the novel, or wakes up as a different character. Because suddenly the traits that already get unduly amplified with Shen Qingqiu version become straight up caricature-like. He's not only oblivious to the extreme, he also gets painted as this completely naive soft babyboi (this is about a guy whose most well-known pre-transmigration canon trait is that he writes famously vitriolic rants about novels on the internet); plus, like, on the physical level, super frail and waifish which uh. wow. nice walking right back into the BL tropes the novel itself avoided?…… So yeah I'm super not keen on this portrayal. I know he doesn't appear as not-Shen Qingqiu version of himself in the novel, if we don't count the rant in the beginning, but like. please extrapolate from the character we actually have instead of writing this mega-woobie who shares nothing with the base version?

Terrible little bastard man who has a sad backstory but is actually genuinely a terrible person. Fans like to act like he is just a soft sad boi deep inside and make him lose all of his edge.

So the thing about Shen Jiu / og!Shen Qingqiu in canon is that we first learn of him as an unquestionably, almost cartoonishly villainous character. As in, he is literally a villain in the book our main character has been reading… before dying and waking up in the world of the book, as that very villain (hence the distinction of Shen Jiu being the "original" Shen Qingqiu, as our main character begins to use the name Shen Qingqiu for himself. Shen Jiu, however, is an old name that only the original has used). The original Shen Qingqiu that our main character knows is a serial child abuser in a teaching position, a murderer (killed his colleague, killed his old fiancee's entire family…), and a lecher (visited brothels and had designs on his female disciple).

Then, over the course of the novel, we learn more about Shen Jiu - in particular, that a number of things our MC "knew" about him were not true. He did not kill his colleague, but rather failed to save him, despite trying to; he killed his "fiancee"'s family because her older brother has abused him for years (and also, Shen Jiu was forced into agreeing to marry her), and also he only actually killed half of them (only men); he visited brothels because he only felt safe in the company of women, and he just went there to get a good night's sleep; and he only ever saw that female disciple he was accused of lusting after as a daughter. And in general, he had a horrible childhood, and was himself a victim of abuse.

However, not everything gets disproved. Shen Jiu still turned from a victim to perpetrator, abusing a child (coincidentally the protagonist of the og book) and trying to set him up to die/be killed several times. Canon is very clear on that point. The situation with Shen Jiu and the og book version of the protagonist is very much an illustration of cycles of abuse.

Also at a certain point, we meet the author of the in-world book, the one our MC was reading - who explains he scrapped Shen Jiu's tragic backstory because it would make him too controversial. Quoting from memory, something like: 'if you said he was a villain, he was also tragic; but if you said he was pitiful, he'd also done terrible things. All in all, a character like this was a hotbed for all kinds of fandom discourse.'

Prophetic fucking words.

Somehow, seeing all that, some 'fans' have decided to jump into a completely opposite direction: making Shen Jiu a poor little misunderstood meow meow who did nothing wrong ever and was a soft princess and totally was never mean to the protagonist ("the protagonist just has inflated sense of ego and misunderstood Shen Jiu's normal teaching as singling him out for abuse" was a take I had to see with my own two eyeballs. Theres btw an extra from Shen Jiu's pov where he laments that the fake manual he gave the kid has failed to horrifically kill him yet).

Which puts the rest of us in an awkward position of having to defend his canon assholery. Like, the whole point of this character is that he's complex! That he's both a villain and a victim! Reducing him to just one is doing him a disservice, and either extreme is equally incorrect! And this is something that happens with many similar characters, I know, but what boggles my mind about Shen Jiu's case in particular is that. it's spelled out. The whole deal with his character is spelled out in canon. And some people still go "oh so Shen Jiu was secretly the most morally pure and good character, got it". Like. how?????????????? ??? ?? ?????

noriaki kakyoin:

Uke-fied to the max so he can be shipped with jotaro lol

Ohmygod where do I even start. Kakyoin's the poster boy for twinkification and woobification of a canonically very capable, interesting (and not twinky at all) character who's so many things at once- a loyal friend, really smart, a bit of a weirdo, infodumping trivia at random times, quick-thinking in dangerous situations, reckless, polite and respectful, vengeful towards enemies but always kind to friends, depressed, determined and motivated in the face of mortal danger despite it all - even when he had the chance to leave the Stradust Crusaders and just come back to his normal life, he decided to stick with them. This decision eventually cost him his life since he got killed by Dio, the main villain. The fandom either calls him a cardboard with no personality (which is not true at ALL, where did that take even come from) or they downplay his canon badassery- Jotaro x Kakyoin shippers are often guilty of this along with twinkifying Kakyoin. The ship is fine, but they're way more interesting if you take into account their canon characterisation as huge weirdos who somehow work pretty well together- they're both different flavors of autistic that sometimes just so happen to align on the same wavelength.

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The Stardust Crusaders’ Picks for a First-Dance Wedding Song Headcanons

↳ Gender Neutral Reader. Joseph Joestar is excluded.

A/n: A chill list of headcanons that came to me at 6 in the morning. Jokes aside, I loved putting this together. Although I admit I am a bit biased since I’ve always loved retro music. I did my best to pick music that coincided with the music the characters each canonically listen to (at least, as far as we’re told).

Warning(s): None.

Jotaro Kujo

-> As the World Falls Down

David Bowie

“As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn’t too much fun at all

But I’ll be there for you

As the world falls down”

Canonically speaking, Jotaro’s favorite musician is Toshinobu Kubota. It’s admittedly a rather interesting choice for a man who was a dedicated delinquent in high school.

But music tends to touch people in a special, often times sensitive, manner. And despite looking and acting the way he does, Jotaro’s music preferences are no different.

Yeah, sure, he’s definitely a “whatever’s on the radio” kind of guy, but he has taste.

Separated from others, when he’s in control of the music he’s listening to, his choices give the impression of a casual listener that somehow always has the best picks seemingly with no effort put in at all. Perfectly on brand for Jotaro.

Therefore, he’s likely going to have an unexpected pick.

Therefore, he picks a sappy ballad from an under-appreciated 80s movie. Not because he’s even seen The Labyrinth by any stretch of the imagination, but because he just… likes how it sounds.

He likely heard it one way or another, completely detached from the movie itself, and decided he enjoyed it. Something about the slightly cheesy yet instrumentally enchanting tune gets stuck in his head in a really good way.

There is a reason past “oh, it just sounds nice” as to why he picked it but let’s be honest… he’s going to get a little embarrassed annoyed if he has to explain to you in full detail.

The title pretty much speaks for itself, in his opinion.

Noriaki Kakyoin

-> Every Breath You Take

The Police

“Every move you make

And every vow you break

Every smile you fake

Every claim you stake

I’ll be watching you”

Good god, he’s certainly the Sting fan.

Whether or not you actually like Sting it’s hard to argue against the fact that Kakyoin likely has an overall shit taste in music. Why is this the case? Because he’s been alone the majority of his life and didn’t have any friends to bully him over it.

Not having anyone around him to say “what the hell is this” or just a simple “no” will and has effected him.

He’s the type of guy who claim’s “this album will change your life” before putting on some of the worst pieces of music you’ve ever heard.

Not that he isn’t trying, keep in mind.

This man will stress about what to suggest for days on end. He’s going to take the longest compared to the others in how how much time it takes him to pick. It’ll eat away at his brain, threatening to take every bit of his sanity unless he can think of what he deems as the perfect song he can choose.

And still he manages to not only choose an extremely predictable wedding song, but an insanely creepy one as well.

It’s weirdly charming, in his own odd Noriaki way.

He likely didn’t know what he was doing at the beginning of the relationship due to inexperience, and it’s probably heartwarming to know some things never change.

And it’s completely possible the stalker-ish lyrics of the song didn’t click inside his brain. Not because he doesn’t understand the lyrics per se… but because the poor guy hardly had a grasp on what was actually considered romantic when you first met.

Please, for your own sanity, don’t let the song played at your wedding be one that he picked (with hindsight he’ll probably thank you for it too).

Jean Pierre Polnareff

-> The Air That I Breathe

The Hollies

“Peace came upon me and it

leaves me weak

so sleep, silent angel, go to

sleep

Sometimes

All I need is the air that I breathe

And to love you”

Polnareff’s favorite musician isn’t ever canonically specified, but it’s made pretty clear he’s likely a fan of The Beatles. And considering he went through puberty during the 70s, he’s likely going to lean into that era of music.

Generally speaking, he’s got decent taste. Sure, he’s got the music taste of a white suburban father, but his picks are usually pretty agreeable.

That said, he’s definitely a little high and mighty about it.

He won’t go off on the subject too hard whenever you’re around, but he thinks very highly of his preferences. Polnareff’s a huge victim of nostalgia, and a part of him feels a little elitist for having grown up in the time period that he did.

He has had the song for his first dance picked out in the back of his mind for years, swearing that it would be played at his wedding at some point or another.

Hell, he’s probably got a full roster of music in mind for the reception.

For such a monumental occasion, he’s sure to pick a ballad that starts off slow but crescendos into the chorus- easily the type of romantic tune he’d prefer.

And unlike the others, you may get pushback from him if you don’t want that as your first dance. He’s quite stubborn, generally speaking, and this is no exception to that.

Ultimately though, he would eventually cave and do just about anything you want.

But as stated before, he’s had his mind set on this one for literal years. So certainly expect this to be a somewhat tough conversation to have with him if you prefer something different.

Muhammad Avdol

-> I Love How You Love Me

Claudine Longet

“I love how your eyes close

whenever you kiss me

And when I’m away from you I

love how you miss me

I love the way you always treat

me tenderly

But, darling, most of all I love

how you love me”

Avdol’s music taste is left as a complete mystery in canon.

However, because he runs his own shop, he’s fairly attached to the calming instrumentals he often keeps on at the store. Avdol understands atmosphere well and takes it very seriously.

When he’s not working, it’s not very often that he finds himself listening to music.

But when he does, it’s usually music with soft or ethereal overtones (you cannot tell me he doesn’t listen to Enya). Throw in some charming oldies from the 50s and 60s, and Avdol’s in his element.

To put it simply, easy-listening tunes are his freaking jam.

He also enjoys listening to music from all across the world. Avdol is likely well-traveled, and is undoubtedly knowledgeable on other places and cultures. So the preference comes naturally to him.

He’s going to pick something very romantic and slow. A song that, even if you maybe haven’t heard it before, upon the first time listening you just know it’s meant to be played at a wedding.

And, unlike the others, it would take him less than 24 hours to have made his choice. It’s not that he doesn’t put care into the decision, he just doesn’t like making you wait. He’s quite efficient when it’s something this important.

Regardless, he’s the most flexible of the group when it comes to your tastes, so anything you want is perfectly fine with him.

That said, it has to be a ballad. That’s his main request. Avdol’s eager for your input, sure, but he’s going to want to slow dance with you more than anything else.

[stoutpancakes]

Poetry

AKA how the Stardust Crusaders react when you write them poetry!

Ft. Muhammad Avdol, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Joseph Joestar, Jotaro Kujo, & Noriaki Kakyoin

Muhammad Avdol

When you give Avdol the poem you wrote for him, he's not sure how to respond.

You really wrote this for him?

He reads it intently, consumed by every word.

Compliments you on how talented you are.

Avdol keeps safely locked away in a drawer along with others if you giving him poetry is a recurring thing.

"Thank you.. I've never received a gift like this before."

He can't help the way the words make him feel.

Out of everyone, I think he understands the appeal of poetry the most.

He's very articulate and knowledgeable in that sense.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Mr. Hopeless Romantic over here is ecstatic when you give him a poem you wrote.

"Mon amour, it is amazing!"

Showers you in compliments about how talented you are and how you should be a published poet!

Insists on framing it or hanging it up somewhere visible where he can see it every day.

Rereads it constantly.

Polnareff also tries to write you a poem as well!

Although they are very basic (think roses are red, violets are blue type poems), he puts tons of work into them.

Hug and kiss him to reassure you that you love them as much as he loves yours!

Joseph Joestar

Doesn't quite understand poetry, but he appreciates the thought behind the gift!

Please explain the poem to him, he doesn't understand it at all.

Once you explain it to him, he's swooning over the intimacy of the gift.

Hangs it up in his office where he can read it over and over again.

Will try to start reading poetry to better relate to you, but again, the man just doesn't understand the appeal behind it.

You will find books of poetry hidden in the nightstand by you two's shared bed.

He tries.

"I see... But what does it mean?"

Help the poor man out, and maybe one day he'll really get into poetry for you.

Jotaro Kujo

"What the hell is this?"

This man definitely isn't one for poetry.

To him, unfortunately, it's just words on a page.

Like with Joseph, you'll have to explain the importance of the poem to him for him to really get it.

But even then, Jotaro doesn't really understand why you'd give him a gift like this.

Poor guy isn't accustomed to intimacy.

Yet he can't help but feel a certain warmth flood his chest along with butterflies raging in his stomach the more he reads it.

He'll never outright say he likes the poem, but just know that deep down he truly appreciates the sentiment even if he can't voice it.

Noriaki Kakyoin

Here we have another hopeless romantic.

Nearly cries when you give him the poem.

It's the sweetest, most considerate gift he's ever received.

Spends hours upon hours at his desk trying to write a poem to reciprocate the one you gave him, but all he ends up with are crumpled sheets of paper piling up in the wastebin.

Instead chooses to show you how he feels with hugs and kisses galore!

But one day you find one of the abandoned poems and needless to say, it's the sweetest thing you've ever read.

He really does have a way with words.

Just embrace Kakyoin and tell him how much you appreciate him and his sweet words, and he's all yours.