mika

cass art!!!!!!! and yumesludge!!!!! /silly

whos this fucking loser chud on the right omg can someone kill him

manssandra woooo

can i ask for some Polnareff x fem! reader fluff? i had this setting in mind: a few months after Jolyne was born, the Crusaders meet up (everyone survived in this one please!) and Polnareff is completly enamoured with baby Jojo that he has baby fever. he becomes more affectionate and doting to the reader, sometimes even protective, even though they're not with baby, and fluff ensues :)

thank you so much and have a great day!!

Omg this is so freaking cute i love this so muchhh!! And hiii, i’m doing alright, thank you :D i hope you enjoy and have a great day/night/week ♡♡♡

can i ask for some Polnareff x fem! reader fluff? i had this setting in mind: a few months after Jolyne was born, the Crusaders meet up (everyone survived in this one please!) and Polnareff is completly enamoured with baby Jojo that he has baby fever. he becomes more affectionate and doting to the reader, sometimes even protective, even though they're not with baby, and fluff ensues :)

thank you so much and have a great day!!

Omg this is so freaking cute i love this so muchhh!! And hiii, i’m doing alright, thank you :D i hope you enjoy and have a great day/night/week ♡♡♡

Another one

of course!! (these are probably a little out of character so i do apologise but i was in the mood to write something fluffy but still with a little angst because idk im indecisive. hopefully my self indulgence isnt too noticeable 🙂‍↕️)

Jimmy Hopkins as your BF HCs!

- Jimmy Hopkins is the kind of boy people think they understand at a glance — short fuse, quicker fists, sharp mouth. But living beside him, loving him, you realize how wrong that first impression is.

- Jimmy is deeply intelligent, and with you he lets it show more openly because he doesn’t feel like he has to play dumb or tough. You hear the clever remarks, the quiet insights, the observations that make you stop and think, oh — he’s really sharp. He’s good at logic, problem-solving, seeing patterns others miss. Being understood on that level is rare for him, and once he realizes you see both his mind and his heart, he trusts you with them completely.

- Academically, he surprises people. He does better in class than he lets on, especially when something can be broken down practically. When you struggle, he helps without judgment — explaining things in ways that actually make sense, relating concepts to real life. Staying patient, and teasing gently but never cruelly. Studying with him is unexpectedly effective, and sometimes even fun. “Think of it like this,” he says, and suddenly it clicks.

- Despite claiming he’s “not an art guy,” he doodles constantly. His notebooks are full of sarcastic cartoons, teachers exaggerated into caricatures, sketches of Bullworth’s corners — and eventually, you. Drawings he insists aren’t that good, but somehow capture you perfectly anyway.

- People call him a tough guy, but Jimmy is quietly empathetic. He understands fear, humiliation, and powerlessness because he’s lived them. That’s why he defends weaker kids — not because he wants to be a hero, but because he notices unfairness instinctively. Loyalty and fairness matter deeply to him, even if he never dresses those values up in pretty words. Betrayal cuts him hard for that reason. That same empathy extends to you in subtle, constant ways.

- He notices the small things. A change in your mood before you name it. New shoes. A different way you style your hair (unless you’re bald like him idk). He doesn’t always comment, but he adjusts himself around you without thinking — softer voice, closer presence, quieter humor when you need it.

- Jimmy shows love through actions more than words. He fixes problems before you even realize they exist. Walks you to class without making a thing of it. Just “happens” to be nearby when someone’s bothering you. Carries your books. Fixes your bike with the skills he gained from shop class. Brings back your favorite snack when he’s been out, even if it means going out of his way. Somewhere along the line, he learned that being useful is how you earn the right to stay — and that belief runs deep.

- He likes routines when you’re involved. Meeting you at the same place after class. Sitting on the same bench. Walking familiar paths around campus. It gives him something steady, something predictable to anchor himself to.

- Jimmy never says it outright, but part of him is always waiting for the moment you decide he’s too much trouble. Being left at Bullworth by his mother hurt more than he’ll ever fully admit. He jokes about it, shrugs it off, insults his stepdad — but the truth slips out late at night in fragments. Half-sentences. Mutters. Confessions said while staring at the floor instead of your face. That day taught him that love can be temporary, conditional, inconvenient. Because of that, he treats affection like a job he has to keep earning. If he protects you, fixes things, takes hits for you — maybe you won’t leave too.

- Arguments with Jimmy flare fast. His frustration comes out sharp before he can stop it — raised voice, rough words he doesn’t fully mean. The second he sees your reaction, guilt hits him hard. He storms off to cool down, then comes back quieter, shoulders tense, voice low and honest. His apologies aren’t always polished — sometimes just a muttered “I didn’t mean that” — but they’re sincere. He always takes responsibility.

- Emotionally, Jimmy is more mature than most kids at Bullworth — he just lacks the language for it. He feels deeply and intensely, but explaining those feelings makes him defensive. Sarcasm becomes his shield when he doesn’t know how to say “I’m scared of losing you.”

- He’s more affectionate than he pretends. Casually touchy. Sitting close enough that your shoulders brush. An arm around your waist as you walk. A steady hand at your back when you stop. One of his favorite gestures is resting his forehead against yours — grounding himself, making sure you’re really there. Especially after arguments, when emotions are still buzzing but he wants closeness more than distance.

- Kisses start a little awkward, a little rough — like he’s unsure what to do with tenderness. But once he relaxes, they soften. He slows down, checks in without words, keeps a firm hand at your waist like he’s anchoring himself. Sometimes he presses quick, absent-minded kisses to your temple or forehead when he thinks you aren’t paying attention — instinctive flashes of affection that make him blush when you catch him.

- When you’re upset, Jimmy doesn’t always try to fix it with words. He knows sometimes there aren’t words. Instead, he pulls you into his chest, arms firm and warm, chin resting on your head. He stays still and present until you calm down. He’s always warmer than you expect — stocky build, strong arms, solid presence. His hugs feel safe, and he never lets go first.

- Lazy afternoons are his favorite — no fights to pick, no problems to solve. Just sitting together on the grass or tucked away somewhere quiet. He leans into you without thinking, legs tangled, head on your shoulder. In those moments, he looks younger, lighter, like the weight of Bullworth finally slips off him.

- He falls asleep easily around you, which surprises him. He’s used to being alert, half-awake, listening for trouble. But with you nearby — your breathing steady, your hand familiar — his body relaxes on instinct. It’s one of the safest he’s ever felt, even if he never says it out loud.

- When he’s genuinely happy, he gets playful in small, soft ways. Bumping your shoulder. Stealing your things just to give them back. Repeating a joke because he liked the way you laughed the first time. Real laughter — the kind where you can’t stop smiling — is one of his favorite sounds, and he’ll chase it without admitting why.

- He pretends he doesn’t care about birthdays or holidays, but when one comes around, he shows up awkwardly prepared. A candy bar. A dumb little trinket. Something he fixed up himself. He watches your reaction closely, like your smile matters more than the gift.

- Music matters to him more than most things. Sharing earbuds with you. Letting you pick songs even if he complains about your taste. Late nights in dorm rooms or one of his many safehouses, talking about nothing while the world feels far away — those are the moments his guard drops completely.

- Jimmy is used to relationships being transactional. Prove yourself. Earn trust. Lose it. Repeat. So sometimes you have to remind him — gently, patiently — that what you have isn’t like that. That he doesn’t have to keep proving his worth. That he belongs. That he’s chosen not because he’s useful, not because he’s strong, but because he’s him.

- It takes time, but once he understands you’re not leaving — not when he’s angry, not when he’s failing, not when he’s doing nothing at all — his walls start to come down. He laughs more easily. His shoulders stay relaxed longer. He stops scanning every room the second he enters.

A/N: lazy post, also this might be a lil teaser for my upcoming AA fic??

warnings/tags: not proofread, august's is slightly suggestive but the rest are all fluff/sfw! feat: corvus, tomme, august, tamsy, rudo, enjin, & zanka x gn!reader (separately) a/n: happy valentines day everybody!! i was honestly going to do all the cleaners and maybe the raiders too but this was getting kind of long already </3

wc: 1.2k

Gachiakuta X Reader (Seperate)

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Part One

Requested by artynerd23  -  the reader is still depressed and the rest of the team feel extremely guilt ridden that they could have push the reader to committing suicide. So like maybe they try to do something for them?

Requested by Anon -  the reader is healing, the Team tries to make an effort to get to know the reader and Kaldur begins to fall in love with them.

Requested by Anon -  this time reader doesn’t trust them as much (since she’s recovering you know) and doesn’t open as much to them

Sitting on a deserted dock in Happy Harbor, you attempted to find some peace. The sun was setting in front of you, sending a reminder that you had survived another day.

In all honesty, life hadn’t gotten better since the day on the bridge, it just changed. The team didn’t seem to dislike you anymore. Actually, they were the most guilt-ridden bunch you had ever seen. You could literally feel their shame in the air whenever you walked into a room. It made you feel guilty yourself for causing them so much grief. 

You still met with Black Canary, but only for therapy sessions, not for training. It was decided after your suicide attempt that training should be put aside for now.  Another change to your life was the required tracking bracelet. It monitored your location and heartbeat. If you were in a location that could be life-threatening, or if your heartbeat spiked, an army of superheroes would come to your rescue. Even if you had to be rescued from yourself.  

It was annoying to no end. You hadn’t tried anything since the day on the bridge, but still the bracelet was to remain on at all times. Batman ordered it, so it must be so. 

It went off three times since. The first time was at the mall with Black Canary, who had dragged you along for new clothes, and you were jumped scared by a little kid. Luckily, just Black Canary responded to that one. The second time was when accidentally you cut yourself on the edge of the bathroom counter. Nobody believed it was an accident, much to your desperation. The third time was when you climbed a tree to look at the sunset. Batman came running out of the cave to get you down, and he was not happy.

However, it was the anti-depressants that hurt you the most. Similar to the bracelet, the pills were required made by Batman. You didn’t think they did any good, leaving you numb and foggy. Frankly, you believed the pills were zapping your energy as you felt listless most of the time. The only thing you really made an effort to do was watch the sunsets every evening. 

You took a slow breath, enjoying the sea air filling your lungs. Deciding to make a change today, you walked down to Happy Harbor to watch the sunset. Funny enough, it looked different than when you watched it from the beach by the cave. While you couldn’t specify the difference, you knew it was there. 

Suddenly, the bracelet beeped, disturbing your peace. You glared at it as it flashed red, knowing in a matter of minutes someone would be running to check if you were trying to drown yourself. Closing your eyes, the warmth of the sun’s rays calmed your anger and annoyance as you waited for someone to find you.

About three minutes later, the sound of bare feet against the wood of the deck informed you of who it was. You didn’t say anything as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The memories of the day on the bridge flowed thorough your mind. 

“(Y/N), are you alright?” Kaldur asked, sitting down beside you. You ignored him, keeping your eyes closed as your body was warmed by the sun. Kaldur seemed to sense your need for silence, choosing to simply sit beside you. It was nice that he was willing to offer his company, and part of you hoped it would be a sign of change. Unfortunately, the other part of you bristled at his presence. 

It came from the simple fact you didn’t trust him. After all, you hadn’t forgotten he hated you just like the rest of the team, but led you to believe he liked you. He may have apologized for what he said, but it still didn’t make you forget. The pain was still in your heart as part of you wished you had jumped off the bridge. However, the another part of you wanted to live.

When the sun had almost disappeared over the horizon, Kaldur stood up, holding his hand out to you. “We should go,” he said, looking at you imploringly. You glanced at his offered hand before ignoring it to stand up on your own. A hurt look crossed Kaldur’s face, making you feel guilty. Though, part of you believed he deserved it. 

You started walking back to the cave with Kaldur falling into step beside you. The walk was silent except for sounds of nature. Kaldur didn’t try to speak to you again, which made you glad. You didn’t think you could handle it if he did. He walked you all the way to your room.

“Good night, (Y/N),” he said quietly. You met his eye before giving him a slight nod. Opening your door, you were met with the bleakness of your bedroom. You took a deep breath for courage before you stepped inside. Kaldur stood outside your bedroom as the door closed as if waiting for you to speak. What he didn’t know is you had no words to say to him.

The team met in the secure meeting room that Black Canary used for her therapy sessions. 

“Do we know where (Y/N) is?” Robin asked as everyone got comfortable in the room. 

“They are in their bedroom,” Kaldur informed, choosing to stand by the door. He had just dropped you off at your room after walking you back from Happy Harbor. 

“So, how are we going to help (Y/N)?” M’gann proposed. The room fell silent as everyone became absorbed in their thoughts. They all wanted to help you, because they were haunted with the idea of driving you towards suicide. 

“We could start by trying to include them in our activities, outside of training and missions that is,” Artemis suggested.

“But we’ve tried that, and (Y/N) just refuses,” Wally retorted gruffly.  

Kaldur frowned at him. “Can you blame them? They do not trust us.” He said it with a sadness that hinted at the pain he held for you. It hurt him a great deal when you still refused to speak to him.

The team fell silent again with guilt thickening the air. M’gann was close to tears. “We should stop pitying them,” Conner stated abruptly, causing the rest of the team to look at him in confusion.

“What do you mean, Conner?” Robin asked when no one else spoke up. 

“What I mean is we need to stop pitying (Y/N). We are only inviting them along because we pity them. If (Y/N) hadn’t almost jumped off the bridge, we would still be treating them the same way as before,” Conner explained. The rest of the team looked surprised at his insight into the matter. 

“We wouldn’t still be treating them like that. We would have gotten used to them, and they would have become part of the team,” Wally argued in disbelief. He had a hard time believing he could have been so cruel. 

“No, Conner’s right,” Robin interjected. “We wouldn’t have accepted them.” Robin buried his face into his hands as his heart ached. 

“We still haven’t accept them,” Kaldur added softly. The team fell silent again, gathering their thoughts. Kaldur shifted around uncomfortable, his distraught showing clearly on his face.

M’gann pursed her lips before deciding to speak. “Maybe we could do something for them? Something to show we care?”

“That sounds good,” Robin agreed, while the others nodded. Kaldur gazed off into the distance, appearing to not pay attention. “What does (Y/N) like?”

The group shared blank glances as they realized they had no ideas. They never bothered to get to know you enough to know anything about you.

“(Y/N) likes sunsets,” Kaldur blurted out, still lost in his own thoughts. “They always make an effort to watch them.” 

“Well, that’s great. We can give (Y/N) a sunset,” Wally commented sarcastically. “Nice try, Kaldur.” Kaldur shot Wally a menacing glare, Wally flinched. 

“No, it’s good,” Robin said, pondering an idea. “Does anyone know of anything else?” When he was met with more silence and guilty glances, Robin continued, “Maybe we should just ask Black Canary.” 

The meeting broke up soon after when no more ideas broached the subject. Soon Kaldur and Robin were the only ones left. 

“Hey, Kaldur,” Robin began, standing beside Kaldur, who was still leaning against the wall next to the door. “You know what (Y/N) did was not your fault.”

Kaldur looked at him with sad, ashamed eyes. “It was my fault, Robin. It was all of our faults. We all pushed them away when they needed friends the most.”

“I’m just saying,” Robin argued. “You seem to be taking this very hard.” Kaldur sighed heavily, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to relax them.

“It is difficult to think that my actions almost killed someone. Someone who did nothing to deserve our treatment of them,” Kaldur explained as Robin leaned against the wall beside him. “We were selfish in our actions, and I believe (Y/N) may never trust us again.”

“That maybe true, but we have to try,” Robin replied before exiting the room. Kaldur stood there for a long moment, deep in thought. He sighed tiredly, turning to leave the room.

The next evening, Kaldur followed you out of the cave and down to Happy Harbor. He did it in secret, hoping to find something about you that will help with redeveloping your trust in him. You walked all the way down to the same dock as the day before, and sat down to watch the sunset. 

Kaldur watched you from the shadows. So far, he learned nothing except how you liked to watch sunsets. Sighing in disappointment, he had to admit you looked beautiful in the fading light. There was something so peaceful and serene about you when you watched the sunset as if it was the only time you actually enjoyed something. 

It hurt him to think that sunset was the only joy you had in life. Perhaps you would have always had depression, but he couldn’t help feeling responsible for your current state of being. While Kaldur never noticed it before, he cared for you a great deal. 

“Hey Midnight,” you said suddenly, startling Kaldur from his thoughts. He watched as a small black cat trotted towards you, climbing right into your lap. “It’s nice to see you again.”

The cat meowed in response bring a small smile to Kaldur’s face. His heart warmed at the soft, kind tone of your voice. “You’re the only one who likes me, Midnight,” you lamented sadly, petting the cat. Kaldur’s heart broke at your words.

“It hasn’t gotten much better since we last talked. The team is still guilt-ridden, and they try to invite me along in their activities. I don’t go, because I know they only do it to help soothe their culpability,” you explained to the cat. “The funny thing is, it’s not really their fault. I always had suicidal tendencies, even when I was little. Though, I wish they could have been nicer to me anyway.”

Kaldur swallowed hard, waiting to run to you and explain why they acted the way they did, but he realized there was no explanation for their actions.

“I don’t think I can trust anyone anymore, Midnight. Well, except you,” you continued. The cat meowed again as if thanking for the complement. “Even yesterday when my bracelet went off, and Kaldur came to make sure I wasn’t drowning myself, I couldn’t trust him. Part of me wanted to, and enjoyed having his company, but another part wanted to hide and be alone. I think I’m too scared of being hurt again, Midnight.”

You fell silent, gazing at the disappearing sun while stroking the cat. Kaldur didn’t know until you wiped your face with your sleeve that you were crying. Everything in him wanted to go and comfort you, but he remained hidden. If he came out now, you would know he followed you. Besides, he couldn’t use your bracelet as an excuse since he had Batman turn it off when Kaldur told him he was going to follow you. 

“Oh, Midnight,” you exclaimed. “Where did you get that cut?” You held the cat up, so Kaldur could see the long cut on her stomach. It didn’t look deep, but the cat mewed when you touched it. “I’ll heal it for you. I don’t get a chance to heal anyone anymore. Probably because they found out I could see into their minds.” Kaldur bit his lip, ashamed that he was the one who told Batman about your ability to see into people’s minds when healing them. Batman had ordered you to stop using your powers ever since.

Kaldur watched in fascination as you healed the cat. Your skin glowed with power, radiating a confidence and elegance that he had never seen in you before. He had never seen you heal before, having not been present when you healed the other team members, and not awake during the time you healed him. His heart skipped a beat at your beauty.

“All better now,” you soothed as the cat meowed in relief. The glow faded from your skin. “I saw into your mind, and I know you don’t have a home, Midnight.” The cat meowed again. “I wish I could take you back with me, but I’m afraid of being kicked out as it is. One day, they will decide I’m too much trouble and throw me out.  When they do that, I’ll come find you, Midnight. We can make our own way into the world.”

The sun had completely disappeared over the horizon, leaving only a faint afterglow. You stood up, holding the cat in your arms. Pressing a kiss to her head, you let the cat go allowing her to run into the shadows. You took one last look at the horizon before heading back to the cave. Kaldur remained in the shadows, still absorbing what he learned. 

While Kaldur was deep in his thoughts, a furry thing brushed against his leg. It was Midnight. Kaldur stared at her while she stared back with startling yellow eyes. A big smile broke out on Kaldur’s face as he realized how he and the rest of the team could regain your trust.

The next day as you were leaving your room, you found a note on your door telling you to come into the main living area. Suspicious at first, you almost ducked back into your room, but curiosity stopped you. When the team invited you to activities before, they never left you notes. While one part of you told you to run and hide, the other part drove you into the living area.

You froze in the doorway at the sight of the whole team standing there, waiting for you. 

“Hey (Y/N), you got our note,” Wally remarked, walking up to you. You took a step back when he got too close. “Sorry,” he apologized, noticing your discomfort.

“We’re not going to hurt you, (Y/N),” M’gann said, stepping closer to you, but still maintaining a safe distance away. “We just wanted to give you something.” You stared at them with worrying eyes, not believing these people had good intentions.  

“Honest, (Y/N). I think you’ll like it,” Robin stated, setting down a pet carrier. You watched it with wide eyes as Robin opened the cage. Not knowing what to expect, you were shocked to find Midnight running out of the carrier and into your arms.

“Midnight, is that you?” you asked, hugging the cat. The cat meowed in response. Unnoticed by you, the team all shared grins with one another. This was the first time you had spoken in their presence since the day on the bridge. As you began to pet the cat, you found a red collar with a tag around her neck. Your brow furrowed with confusion as you saw the tag had your name and number on it.

“What is this about? How did you get Midnight? Why does this collar have my name on it?” you demanded suspiciously. The smiles were wiped off the faces of the team. 

The team all looked at each other before M’gann stepped forward. “This is our gift to you, (Y/N). We found out about Midnight and decided to bring her here for you.”

“We even got a litter box and everything,” Wally added, holding up a large gift bag filled to the brink of cat stuff. 

You stared at them with tears filling your eyes. “Why are they crying? I thought this was supposed to make them feel better?” Conner asked, annoyed. M’gann hushed him, whispering in his ear. He nodded in understanding a moment later.

“H-How did you know about Midnight? I didn’t tell anyone,” you breathed as you tried to wipe your eyes with your sleeve.

“Kaldur knew,” Robin chuckled, gesturing to Kaldur. Your gaze landed on Kaldur, who was looking at the ground. He raised his eyes a moment to meet yours. You could see the guilt as you processed exactly how he knew. Your face hardened much to the surprise of the team.

“Let’s go get the cat things ready,” M’gann announced, leaving the room after she sensed the tension between you and Kaldur. The others got the hint and left, except for Wally who was watching you and Kaldur with amusement. Artemis rolled her eyes before grabbing Wally’s ear to drag him out of the room. 

“Hey!”

“Shut up, Baywatch.”

Once everyone was out of the room, you sprang onto Kaldur. “You followed me yesterday, didn’t you?” you snapped. The tone of your voice made Midnight jump out of your arms and run from the room.

“I did, (Y/N), but I did it for a good reason,” Kaldur explained as you glared at him. He had to admit he enjoyed the fact you were speaking to him. You were beautiful when you were angry. 

“It’s bad enough I had to wear a tracking device all the time, but do I need to have people following me too,” you cried, tears falling down your face.

Kaldur sighed before speaking. “I know I invaded your privacy and I apologize, but I wanted to find some way to help you.”

“Right,” you sobbed bitterly. “You all only want to help me to make yourselves feel better.”

“That’s not true, (Y/N). Whether you believe or not we…I care about you and even though I treated you horribly when you arrived, I care for you. We…I want you to be well again,” Kaldur replied honestly, taking a step closer to you. You didn’t move away.

“But you don’t trust me,” you whispered, choking on your tears. “You don’t like me.”

Kaldur took another step, towering over you. He laid his hand on your wet cheek. “I like you more than you know,” he confessed, making you freeze. You stared into his eyes, wondering if there was hidden meaning behind his words. Gently as he could be, he leaned forward to press his lips lightly against yours.

His lips only placed the slightness pressure on your lips, enough to make you dizzy with delight. Delight was something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Then, a second later, his lips were gone. Kaldur studied you, waiting to see how you would react. You were frozen before a tiny smile played upon your lips. 

“Wow,” you breathed, your lips tingling. Kaldur chuckled, dropping his hand from your cheek. He gestured towards the hallway. 

“Perhaps we should try to find your cat before she finds Wolf,” Kaldur suggested as your eyes widened in fear. How would a domestic-sized cat react to a man-sized dog?

(sorry if my idea was bad)

🌺 Anon here ✌️

I put two new characters since I caught up to part nine... I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

Jonathan:

Jonathan freezes the first time your lips meet his. His eyes go wide, his hands tense, and for a moment the world around him disappears. The sunlight glints off his hair, the wind tugs at his coat, but he only sees you.

When the kiss ends, he steps back, trying to compose himself, yet every movement feels shaky. He tells himself he’s acting like a gentleman, but the truth is: he’s addicted. Every time he trains or practices, the image of your lips flashes in his mind. He’ll drop everything mid-session just to dash to you, catching you with a soft, “I need… one more, please.”

His confession would be simple but earnest “That kiss… it’s awakened something in me. I want to feel it again, for the rest of my life.” His voice is quiet, sincere, leaving no doubt of his devotion.

Joseph:

Playful Joseph + kiss obsession = chaos.

Joseph is already a flirt, a tease, a chaotic spark but that first kiss flips him completely. He suddenly interrupts conversations, pokes his head around corners, or fakes a minor injury just to have you lean down to him.

He grins, eyes sparkling, but his heart is racing. He can’t help himself “C’mon, just one more for good luck!” becomes a daily plea. He’s reckless, dramatic, utterly obsessed but he wears it with charm.

His confession? “I thought I liked you before, but now? I’m done for. You’ve ruined me, and I don’t want it any other way.”

Jotaro:

At first, Jotaro brushes it off with his signature “Tch. Whatever,” but that only lasts a few minutes. Every time he sees you, every casual glance becomes magnetic.

He’ll stop mid-strategy session against DIO, stare at you, and grumble, “…I need another.” Star Platinum almost punches a wall out of frustration at his lack of focus but Jotaro doesn’t care. His mind is filled with your lips.

His confession is gruff but raw “You drive me crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you. And I don’t want to.” It’s gruff, blunt, but every syllable carries a deep obsession.

Josuke:

Josuke turns into a complete mess. After the kiss, he paces his room, muttering at the mirror, “Play it cool… you can’t just ask for fifty more, right???”

Spoiler: he does. He’s flustered, awkward, unable to focus on bowling, homework, or even simple chores. He abandons Okuyasu mid-game just to dash over to you, cheeks red, whispering desperately for another kiss.

His confession was rushed but very sweet “I can’t even think straight anymore. You—you’re all I want. Just you. Always.”

Giorno:

Giorno tries to remain composed, but your kiss topples his disciplined façade. Mid-plan, mid-conversation, he’ll kiss you without warning, claiming it’s “strategic inspiration.”

Every time he sees you, the world tilts, his mind drifts, his schemes stall. The obsession is quiet but absolute. He tells himself it’s discipline slipping but the truth is, he’s addicted.

His confession is soft but absolute “I cannot… will not go without you again. Your kiss… it’s become my truth.”

Jolyne:

Jolyne goes from teasing bestie to feral girlfriend overnight. She kisses you once, then spends the next day “accidentally” bumping her lips against yours, on your shoulder, your cheek, your hand.

Guards catch her mid-escape plan? Doesn’t matter, she drags you close first. She pouts shamelessly if kisses are withheld, dragging you close mid-plan. She’s impulsive, loud, and hopelessly devoted..

Her confession is impulsive and loud: “You’ve got me hooked, damn it! I don’t want anyone else, I just want you!”

Johnny:

Johnny is complicated, starved for affection, bitter about life… until your kiss softens everything. The first one leaves him shaky, because he doesn’t think he deserves it. But then he can’t stop craving it.

He’ll tug your sleeve while you’re talking to Gyro, interrupt with, “Hey… just… come here.” He’d risk slowing down in the race if it meant leaning over for another.

His confession is raw and a little broken “You make me feel alive again. And I don’t ever want to lose that. Or you.”

Gappy:

This Josuke is more slippery, less straightforward, but your kiss grounds him. He’s confused at first, he doesn’t even fully know who he is, but he knows he wants you.

Your kiss becomes a lifeline. He’ll drop everything mid-investigation just to taste that safety again. He’s clingier than he lets on, his hand automatically drifts to your jaw whenever you’re near.

His confession is soft but desperate: “I don’t know who I am, but when I’m with you, when I kiss you… I feel whole.”

Jodio:

Jodio is usually smooth, sly, and always ‘in control.’ But the second you kiss him? His whole world glitches. He tries to shrug it off like, “Huh, not bad,” but internally he’s replaying it on loop.

Suddenly he’s reckless with excuses to kiss you again, leaning over in the car, stopping in the middle of a deal.

Even during Stand fights he’ll stop for a second just to steal a kiss, because it “gives him luck.”

His confession slips out unplanned, after one of those random interruptions “Shit, I can’t even think straight anymore unless I’ve kissed you. You’ve got me addicted, and I don’t even care.”

Dragona:

Dragona has such soft, affectionate energy that your kiss lights them up from the inside. They’re less chaotic than Jodio but way more clingy, once it happens, Dragona just… wants to stay close.

Expect them to pause in the middle of folding clothes at the store just to lean across the counter and kiss you.

They love kissing you in playful ways, quick pecks mid-laughter, long drawn-out ones when you’re alone.