#Gyro x reader

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JOBROS: Dinner is ready...

Modern!AU. I aged-up some characters for obvious reasons. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: I didn't include Hermes because 1. She already has her post here and 2. This post is supposed to be straight (f/m). I also included both Bruno and Mista because I literally couldn't decide which of the two to put here, since I consider them both gio's jobro

Jobros x Fem!Reader

How these boys would suck on your clit

nsfw link: Speedwagon, Caesar, Bruno | He would eat you out by making you lie on the mattress, and he would do it so well that it would be impossible for you not to grab his hair while your tender moans motivate him to continue<3

nsfw link: Okuyasu, Mista | If you want it that way, he'll give you some licks to your clit to tease you, while looking at your breasts, but don't worry, he'll eat you out well, just make sure you don't hold back your moans if you don't want to end up totally overstimulated

nsfw link: Kakyoin, Gyro | Literally RIP that pussy, the moment will feel so deeply intimate, not only because of the way his full lips suck your clit, but because his hands will also be touching your entire body, everything. His tongue would move like crazy inside you and you would possibly end up squirting in his face

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hiiiii i love your writing and i've been binging turbinio these last few days completely in love with the main character and something came to my mind while i was reading. Maybe it's a pretty specific request, so you can just do headcanons and i'll be happy 

so, i was thinking while reading Turbinio, that i really see myself in mc because i love collecting and keeping things from the trips i make and if i were on the steel ball run my ass would surely lose bc of all the useless luggage and i was thinking of asking you to write a gyro/johnny headcanons with a reader who is always collecting stones, shells, bones and other useless things along the way 

HAAAAA I LOVE THIS IDEA BECAUSE I WOULD ALSO DO EXACTLY THE SAME THING

Also sorry for the delay in writing your request, I was doing something that wasn't important enough to remember what it was 😭 but I've been thinking about your idea all this time and I hope you like it! ❤️

Headcanons - Reader who keeps strange/inutile/creepy things she finds along the way

◍ Gyro Zeppeli

He honestly doesn't know why he asked you to ride with them.

And every day he begins to question himself more about it.

Surely his impatient ass is always complaining about the constant stops.

''For God's sake, that's a dead beetle, (Y/N)''

And of course, at first you had absolutely no right to opine in anything, as Gyro quickly dismissed it by saying that all you do is put rocks in your bag.

He obviously didn't think twice when Johnny said he saw Diego eating rocks.

''Nyo-ho-ho! (Y/N), did you let him steal your bag?''

How could you explain to that man that a bag of shells was lighter than a teddy bear, and that feathers could adorn your horse?

He didn't really care.

But some days he needed someone to complain about, and Johnny was a saint who rarely did anything stupid enough to divert Gyro's attention from your hobbies.

You also tried your best not to slow them down significantly, but sometimes you couldn't ignore a ring conveniently lost on the sidewalk or an arrowhead in the desert.

Honestly, you don't understand why they haven't abandoned you yet either.

Perhaps it wasn't really that annoying, just unusual.

Sometimes, when you found a knife lost on the ground or a half-buried mirror, Gyro would steal it for him.

Over time, he got used to it and the collector jokes wore off.

He also started to always stop without you asking when he saw something shiny on the ground.

''Huh? Aren't you going to pick that up?''

''It's a shard of glass, Gyro.''

''So what? I've seen you pick up more useless things.''

At a certain point in the race, when you had no more space to carry larger things like lizard skulls or big shells, you simply hung them on your horse.

''You know, if I saw your horse on the road at night, I'd shit my pants.''

That's what he said when you decorated your horse's mane with small squirrel bones, attaching the skull by the jaw in a braid.

And then he goes back to wondering why on earth he asked you to ride with them.

But in the end it's not that bad.

He realized this when he found himself keeping a cool stone to give you later.

Stupid Zeppeli, putting stupid stones in his pocket to give to you.

Even stupider Zeppeli, when he offered you a space in his bag to carry your things, since your luggage was already full.

The stupidest Zeppeli, when he let you decorate Valkyrie with feathers

He's adorable, although you'd never be able to admit it.

✰ Johnny Joestar

Johnny never complained, although at first he agreed with Gyro that it was unnecessary to make so many stops to pick up junk.

But when you found a bird skull and tied it around your neck as a necklace, he became afraid of you.

Being afraid of you, he would never think of complaining about anything.

It was strange and creepy, that's all he thought.

But he liked the shiny stones, although he couldn't remember the names of most of them.

He also thought your feathered horse was pretty, although he was still totally against making braids with squirrel skulls.

''Have you always liked to collect things like that?''

''Ever since I was a kid, I guess.''

''What a strange hobby for a child.''

But he still found it, deep down, quite interesting and strangely attractive.

''What are you going to do with it? It's just an old bone.''

He remembers hearing somewhere that there's no beauty without strangeness, and he thought it was quite appropriate for you.

It wasn't long before he gave you a mother-of-pearl shell.

But sometimes Gyro's bad mood was contagious, and he would try to be kinder than his friend to ask you to hurry up or ignore something.

''I know you like this, but don't get distracted, we're in a race.''

But any “pretty please” was enough for him to give in.

''Right… if it's so important, I guess we can wait.''

He would absolutely never carry a skull in his luggage like Gyro would be willing to.

Instead, he would buy an extra bag in the nearest town for you to carry more things.

"I'm sure we could get the equivalent of this race's prize money just by selling your stuff, (Y/N).''

He's certainly cut his finger with a shark's tooth when he tried to get something from your bag.

Because he's more inattentive to such things, he constantly ends up leaving you behind because he doesn't realize you've stopped to pick something up.

''Hey, Johnny, look what I found!''

He's sure it's going to be some dead animal, so he always has to take a deep breath and prepare himself psychologically whenever he hears that sentence.

''Oh, a rock?''

''It's not just a rock, Johnny. It's a citrine!''

''It's very pretty.''

''Pretty? That's it?''

''What can I say? It's a yellow stone. But you've already shown me ten others just like it.''

''Ah, well… you're right.''

''But it's quite beautiful, you have a sharp eye for finding pretty things.''

He wouldn't show more emotion than that even if you showed him a diamond.

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OOPS! ೃ⁀➷ STEEL BALL RUN

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭! 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦!

genre: accidental confession | modern au | reader x gyro, wekapipo, sandman, disco & mountain tim.

warnings: grammar mistakes (SORRY) and a couple of threats hehe

PART I– PART II – PART III – PART IV – PART V – PART VI – PART VII – PART VIII – PART IX

notes: sbr men are either the loves of my life or the fuel of my nightmares, take a guess

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated ♡

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A Jury of One

part 2/? <- previous - next -> [masterlist]

[PAIRING] Gyro Zeppeli x Reader (She/Her AFAB)

[SUMMARY] Do you tell them? Should you explain why you kept your gender a secret? Did you even really need to? No… Gyro and Johnny had proven long ago they were your friends, you didn't need to keep this big of a secret from them for this long… but surely they have things they don’t tell you either.

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[!!!] Same as prologue + more smoking, alcohol, and language. Reader smokes a bit y’all (lets go substances!)

The inn was small, rustic in a way that made you feel like you could curl up and fall asleep with a cozy book if you were visiting under different circumstances. The walls creaked with age, scent of wood and dried herbs lingering in the air, mixed with a faint trace of smoke from the hearth. Johnny was already inside, having made himself comfortable as he chatted to the innkeeper about rooms.

Though you didn't spot him at first, you could almost instantly feel Gyros presence behind you like a shadow that refused to be shaken off. You’d hoped for a few moments of alone time while Johnny got the lodging, maybe even a chance to unwind before facing Gyro, but there was no avoiding it. You could smell the faint aroma of liquor on him as the weight of his words echoed in your mind—We're gonna need to have a little chat, bella. Just us. The hairs on your neck stood up at the thought.

Johnny tossed a look over his shoulder, smiling his usual grin, but there was something in his eyes now. Like he was hiding something.

“Two rooms,” He announced over the murmur of patrons in the lobby, sliding the money over when the innkeeper gave him the keys. “One for me, one for these two.” He looked back at Gyro with a smile. “They only had two left, first come first serve.”

Your face dropped as he continued.

“Like Auggie said, figure I don't owe you that much since I didn’t actually steal first. Besides, I have to take the ground floor of course.” He gestured down to his legs, shit eating grin plastered ear to ear. “You gonna be okay without me?”

This. Bitch.

It's not like he knew exactly what he was doing, but still.

You glanced at Gyro, his eyes fixed on you and lips still stuck in that smug smile of his. “I think we’ll manage,” he said softly, voice carrying a note of something more intimate than the words suggested.

Again, Johnny didn't seem to notice; he grabbed his key and headed off without a second thought. It was then you exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding, thankful for at least one stressor to leave the situation.

But, you should have known it wouldn’t last. The moment Johnny was out of sight, Gyro moved in, free hand gripping your wrist just light enough to feel like it was more a suggestion than a demand. He didn't yank you, didn’t force you, but the pressure was unmistakable. “You and I,” he started, voice low and deliberately calm, “are going to go to our room and talk now. Ok?” Something in his gaze was as unyielding as ever, but now it felt as though you were more vulnerable. You were trapped, even.

He didn’t wait for an answer. Hand still holding you, he led you up the stairs, wood creaking beneath your feet. The crowded murmurs of the inn seemed to swallow up the space around you as he guided you to the second floor, and you didn’t speak as he stopped at the door to your room.

It was dim inside, you noticed, only lit by the soft glow of the streetlamps creeping in from the window. The bed was made, though outrageously low to the ground, and your attention was caught by the curtains blowing gently in the breeze. It smelled faintly of dust, and it took everything in you not to sneeze at first. The air felt heavy for other reasons, however, and it was beginning to feel like it was something you couldn’t ignore.

Gyro stepped inside first, hand still lightly wrapped around your wrist as he pulled you in with him. The door closed with a soft thud, leaving you completely alone, the weight suffocating you.

Each beat of your heart was now pounding in your ears. “You might not be good at hiding things,” he began, dropping your wrist and turning away from you. “But I’m not the type to push too hard… not unless you make me.”

He was going back to the door. “So here’s the deal. You make up your mind while I get us dinner. Either leave, leave both of us right now or lock the door so I can’t come in and I’ll never utter a word… not to Johnny or another soul. But- just- don’t give me a reason to find another way to get the truth out of you.”

He paused, grabbing the door handle. “Or tell me what exactly you’ve been hiding and why, and I’ll let it go.”

You wanted to speak, wanted to say something to get him to return to the Gyro you knew three weeks prior… the Gyro who casually threw misogyny around like you were one of the guys. But it was too far beyond that now. You knew that.

Besides, he had shut the door before you even had time to process the thought.

You didn’t hesitate with your decision, you kept the door unlocked.

When Gyro returned, you couldn’t help but notice your mouth watering at the smell of the food in his hands. The look on his face suggested he was more amused than concerned, and his words confirmed that hypothesis. “Well you’re still here which means you decided talking was better than running-”

He set the plates down with a light thud, eyes drifting towards your body slumped upright on the bed, bandana still in place. He let out a light chuckle, leaning back against the doorframe.

“Y’know,” he started, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “it’s funny. You’ve been with us this long, but not once have you eaten in front of me and Johnny. Every meal? Alone.” His eyes glinted with the implied accusation. “I won't tell him until you want to, but you seriously didn't think you could hide it forever, did you?” He paused, narrowing his eyes while scratching his neck, and added, “I figured you were keeping something a while ago, but…” He trailed off, voice dropping lower, like he was still processing the realization.

You let out one final sigh, reaching up to untie the fabric that obscured your face and hair. It was as if everything you’d been holding unraveled in a single go, the charade finally coming to its end as the locks fell to your shoulders. Well… almost everything.

“Yeah? Well, I haven’t been able to fucking smoke in front of you either,” you snapped, voice dropping into a rougher tone you hadn’t heard from yourself in weeks. You sat up, pulling a cigar from the front pocket of your jacket. You couldn’t help the dry smirk that found itself on your lips as you leaned back into place, eyes locked with his expression of shock. “I know you just brought me dinner, but is it too much to ask for a light?”

Gyro froze for just a moment, eyes narrowing at the request. But then, it was as if his legs moved themselves, body unable to deny your request as he began to search through his pockets, taking a knee to meet your height at the bedside.

You could feel his gaze wandering as he idly searched for his matches, and you could practically see his face work through his own emotions on the subject. What surprised you the most, however, was the way his eyes were beginning to make your pulse spike. ‘This is real now,’ they were basically screaming to you, ‘there’s no changing the way I’ll look at you from this day on.’

He exhaled slowly as he brought his hands up to ignite your cigar, expression still a mix of disbelief and amusement. “I had a feeling for a while, you know,” he muttered under his breath, as if he were speaking something blasphemous.

“I know,” you reassured instantly before inhaling a long drag, taking care to blow the smoke away from his face.

It was still dangerously close to yours, after all. The bed you sat on—if you could even call it that—was ridiculously low to the ground. A futon, more than anything else. This was the reason Gyro had taken a knee beside you as he searched his person, you recognized. What you had just noticed, however, was the fact that he hadn’t moved from the bedside after lighting the match. In fact, he had fallen down onto the floor even further, now sitting back on both of his knees in front of you. His eyes studied you, like he was still looking for the truth.

You didn’t want to give him any more satisfaction. “What, are you disappointed?” you asked, breaking the silence and taking another puff of the cigar.

“No,” he whispered instantly, “just wouldn’t have guessed you were a smoker.”

His lopsided smile was back as soon as the words left his mouth. You couldn’t help but fall victim to the contagiousness of his charm, a similar grin sneaking to your cheeks unintentionally. You sat up in that moment, tossing your feet onto the floor in front of him so the two of you could speak face to face.

“Would you rather I had been lying the whole time?” You quipped as you leaned forward.

Silently, the man cocked his head. He narrowed his eyes at the cigar in between your fingers, sighing as he held out his hand. You scoffed as you extended it to him.

“How were you not lying the whole time?” He asked as he brought it to his lips.

You noticed he also practiced the courtesy of blowing smoke away from others, not that you were trying to pay attention to his habbits. You nervously scratched your forearm as you breathily replied, “well… you guys did just assume.”

“But you never corrected us-” he cut himself off with a grimace, “you went out of your way to appear like…that. Don’t fucking start with that excuse.”

You winced at the pause, at the careful phrasing. “Can you even blame me Gyro?” You snapped back, voice more tense than intended.

“No but-”

You cut him off. “But I should have told you?”

He didn’t quip again right away, which admittedly you might have done. Instead, Gyro let the silence sit for a moment, taking a slow breath with clenched fists. After what felt like an eternity, he simply replied, “You should have.”

He was calm, too calm. You needed to be careful, you realized. What could you even say in response to that? He was right, and you probably should have… if your gender was the only factor to consider. What excuse could you give other than the truth? Could you even tell him that? No. But you could use fragments of it.

“Gyro, when we met,” you started, taking a needed breath before continuing slowly, ”I didn't think we were gonna become… this… at first. Not just you, Johnny as well. We were traveling together by happenstance, and you didn’t even like me when I first tagged along. Johnny is more my friend, and I don’t think it's harsh to say that. You would have left me out dry if it weren't for that boy—I didn't think you needed to know.”

Yeah, you could have phrased that better.

“Fuck off,” he snapped at first, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. Another sigh, “I get it, I do. But there was a moment you realized you were staying. I can get not wanting to tell me,”

He cut himself off, but it was pointless. You knew how the sentence was going to end. ‘Why not tell Johnny?’

You tried to push the irritation in your voice aside, after all, you shouldn’t be upset with him. You thought carefully about what to say as he took another puff of the cigar. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to breach the subject for a while, Gyro. Did you ever think about that?”

You could have been kinder with your tone of voice—those last six words were admittedly a bit harsh.

“That's rich. Sure, I can pretend to buy that.” He understandably quipped back after exhaling with a roll of his eyes. “And if that is the case-”

You cut him off before he could continue, emotion taking over. “You think I haven’t noticed you noticing?”

“What?”

“I asked if you think you’ve been subtle about it, Zeppeli.” You tried to keep your tone calm, level headed, as if not to implode when he inevitably pushed for more.

“So what, you were just gonna keep dancing around it then? How long have you known?” He replied.

“I should be fucking asking you that, Gyro. God, how long have I just been making a fool out of myself?” You said, reaching your hand out to ask for your cigar back.

“That doesn’t matter and you know it.” He noted sternly, brushing his fingertips against yours as he returned the small roll of paper.

You closed your eyes as you brought it to your lips, but you hesitated, instead opting to explain yourself. “Doesn’t matter? You've been putting me through this crisis for weeks, Gyro. I just didn’t want to bring it up in case I was misreading things.”

“No? Don't try me with that bullshit. Why not just tell me?” He pleaded, voice getting tenser.

“Because no one can know!” You finally admited without realizing, “Im in the race under a pseudonym and its not your fucking business to ask why yet. I can’t-“ your breath hitched, tears beginning to form in your eyes as you recalled the reason for your anonymity. You weren't going to cry over this, not in front of him, so instead you indulged in another hit. If Gyro wanted to say something, he could say something.

But he didn’t. Not at first. Why did you tell him that? The phrasing implied that you would be open to him asking in the future. Did you do that on purpose? You exhaled, passing the cigar back before the man could ask for it. Once the smoke had cleared, you found the courage to look back at him, meeting his gaze. There was something else in his eyes now, you hoped it was a begrudging sense understanding.

“It doesn’t matter,” he started softly through gritted teeth, eyes shut, “but I’ve had a pretty good feeling since the Diego fiasco, before he took the eye, before we… you know… went reptilian. I’d still say much earlier than that though. I wasn’t certain until this afternoon.”

It was your turn to let the silence linger now, did he expect congratulations on his subpar detective work? Please let this be it, you thought, please don’t ask anything else.

“I shared something I didn’t want to. Now its your turn to return the favor.” Fuck.

“What else do you want me to say?” You snapped. “‘Good job on your observation skills, Gyro, I’ve been a girl this whole time?’ What, do you want a prize for figuring it out before Johnny did?” You knew you were just being defensive, but there wasn’t much controlling you to stop it.

The man in front of you just sighed, disappointed, “That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

“Gyro,” You pleaded as he stood up, turning to walk away. Was this it? Was he going back to Johnny to explain the trio was now down a member?

He halted, turning for the table instead of the door. “Is August even your real name? In the race under a pseudonym, hm? So I assume not.” He grabbed the bottle of whiskey he’d purchased earlier, using his other hand to pick up the flask he’d tossed aside.

“Gyro,” you started again, getting ready to launch into some semblance of an explanation.

He cut you off this time, turning around to look down at you. “What I’m saying is… there’s more to this than you being a woman and you know it. How am I supposed to believe anything you’ve told us in the past month,” he took a step closer to you before looking at the bottle in his hand, “are you even old enough to drink this shit?”

��You didn’t share something on par with what I could tell you.” This was all you could think to say.

“What?”

You sat up, going into an explanation, “What you said about sharing something you didn’t want to. That was something I deserved to know. You deserved to know my truth in the first place. We’re even now, as far as I’m concerned.”

A Grimace. Silence. He tossed the flask on the bed, dragging the table and stool over to you. “So, if I share something else, you’d be willing to tell me more?”

It was your turn to question his words. “What?”

“Trust is a two way street… and whatnot.” He said, shaking his head at himself as soon as he closed his mouth.

It must have been the way he said it, if not the way he reacted to it, you couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped through your lips. He smiled, taking a seat as he waited for your response.

You weren't ready for that yet, besides, you were enjoying the break in tension. “I’m old enough to drink, I didn’t lie about that. Are you young enough to pour?” You asked through your smile.

“Oh I’m not that much older than you, am I, regazza?” He said with a ‘tsk,’ opening the bottle of liquor while leaning forward.

You laughed, choosing not to respond as he slid the glass towards your extended hand. He pulled it back at the last second, however. “We need to lay some ground rules first. No?”

“Ground rules?” You questioned.

“Well for starters, how much of this do I feel comfortable keeping from Johnny?” He set the glass back, casually out of your reach.

“I wasn’t ready to tell you yet,” you started, babbling.

“Ah but you said it yourself,” Gyro cut you off, “he’s more of a friend than I am. You know you’d get a warmer reception if he were the one in this room right now.”

You said nothing, it was true.

“But you probably also knew he wouldn’t keep his mouth shut about it, especially not with me.”

You nodded. He wouldn’t.

“But still,” the man continued, “he’s my friend. So we do this under one condition.”

You sat back, willing to hear him out. “Which is?”

“You tell him by the next checkpoint.”

“By the end of the race.” You instantly retaliated.

He shook his head. “By the next two checkpoints.”

You scoffed, shaking your head at his stubbornness. “He wouldn’t even need to know if it weren't for you.”

“You probably would have told him weeks ago if it weren't for me.” He said instantly, softly, with a look in his eyes that made you feel… guilt?

You clenched your jaw, knowing that he wasn’t just spewing bullshit. You probably would have told him if Gyro weren't in the picture.

“Two checkpoints,” you agreed after a moment's silence, taking a breath to come to terms with Gyros logic, “I’ll tell him I’m a girl but nothing else. Anything else is sworn to secrecy. Those are my terms.”

He smiled as he nodded, silently agreeing, amused. “You never answered my question.”

What the fuck did he want now? “Be more specific.”

Another ‘tsk’ slipped through his teeth before he answered. “A secret for a secret. I'm being generous here, I have a feeling I deserve to know more, bugiardo.”

You rolled your eyes. “If you pass me my drink, fine. A secret for a secret, Gyro.”

He smirked, leaning on his elbows as he slid the glass towards you, smile growing wider as he reveled in the opportunity you’d created.

Squinting, he watched your face closely, as if getting ready to observe your reaction. With just four words, his usual dramatic timing, and a shit eating grin, it was his turn to subvert your expectations.

“That’s not my name.”

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Aaand yeah i already want to write more. Idk how many more dialogue buffers i can write, how do y’all do this. Critique welcome, still new to this whole thing after all !!

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I’m losing my mind over him today - enjoy

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Gyro boyfriend HCs!!

there is way too little on my man Gyro. He's my favorite blondie and I love him to no end. Might be a little self-indulgent, but I hope you don't mind! Also, not beta'd, we die like men. Also also, English isn't my first language, I apologize for any mistakes ;;

Hope you like it!~

Gyro is exciting. Being with him always leaves you breathless and your heart feeling as though it is going to burst from all the adrenaline.

Expect him to grab you by your waist with one hand as his other hand grabs your own, pulling you into a dance when you're in a bar after reaching the end of a stage.

Let's say you are riding along with him and Johnny in the SBR; contrary to popular belief, he wouldn't flirt with you immediately, he would actually be quite hostile and rude. An actual asshole, to be frank. Hell, Johnny would be a lot nicer to you than Gyro in the beginning.

However, the more you guys experience, the closer you get. Gyro starts taking a liking to you.

It is definitely a "you fell first, he fell harder" situation.

He is a tough guy to crack. Not in the sense that he doesn't seem cool, or funny, but in the way that he fundamentally doesn't believe he is a good person. He is, but he doesn't think he is.

Once you guys actually are together, he'll be bold. Very, very bold.

We all know he is a jokester, he'd make up a million cheese songs just for you to crack a smile.

Gyro also doesn't mind PDA; he'd be absolutely shameless. Kissing you in front of others? Of course, why not?

Hands are on you. All the time. If you're not on your horses, he'll have his arm around your shoulders or your waist.

Forehead kisses. He loves them. You always get one before you guys mount your horses. After all, it could be the last time he gives you one.

Speaking of, you get a fucking heart attack way too often for your own good. Gyro gets injured really bad in 90% of SBR fights, so of course you worry about him! Once he is okay again he'll tease you about it though.

"Aww, were you worried about me, tesoro?" With his big fucking smirk. Asshole.

Yes. You were. You punch his shoulder before you break down in small sobs.

His face will fall for a moment, seeing you like that. It still doesn't feel right for him to have someone worry about him that way, so it might be a little awkward for him to handle at first.

He'll hug you though! And he'll give you another forehead kiss and tell you he's okay.

I imagine Gyro's love language to be acts of service. He can't express his feelings well with words, it's too awkward for him and he isn't used to that. So instead, he'll do things to show you he cares.

So, of course, Gyro will cook for you whenever he gets the chance to. Gyro doesn't trust Johnny to do it, and he feels as though it is at least one way he can spoil you.

When you say you like something, expect it to appear in the next 3-5 business days. It always depends on if you reach a town or not, but he will definitely try everything in his power to show that he remembers what you tell him. After all, Gyro is quite attentive when it comes down to it. His ass might act like a dumbass a lot, but he cares about you, and he wants you to be aware of it.

You'd definitely be the first one to tell him that you love him.

And it will be the first time he's speechless in your presence. He'd be frozen and try to process the information.

It would take a while for him to say it back. But he will get there, eventually.

The day he tells you he loves you, is also the day that you get to know his real name. It's a nice moment, and you thank him for being vulnerable with a soft kiss to his lips.

He is definitely smitten for you, if you ever get hurt, he WILL panic internally and do everything in his power to treat your wounds before he treats his own. (yes, even if he were to be actively bleeding out.)

All in all, being with Gyro would be filled with A LOT of different emotions, and you wouldn't trade it for a thing.

Bonus: no, you're not allowed to ride Valkyrie. Why would you need to? You have your own horse.

[rqzy]

uhh i dunno to name this😄☝️☝️

cw: afab fem x gyro, unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob, praise kink, porn w/o plot

word count: 1.4k

note: idk if i should make a part 2

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Small whimpers leave your lips as you’re sprawled on a motel bed with Gyro towering over you, exploring your body no less. “You don’t mind me lifting this do you?” he asks with that stupid smirk you’ve grown accustomed to seeing throughout the race when he wins 2nd place. He lifts your skirt, as if it wasn’t already hiked up to your upper thighs, his hands trailing up and down them before resting his fingers on your inner thigh. The sensation is driving you crazy, his touch making you more desperate each time he teased you.

“Gyro quit being such a tease..” you say a bit quietly. “But bella, it's the best part,” he says, leaning into your ear and whispering it teasingly. “You’re so mean, gyro” you whine as he continues to explore your body. He trails his fingers up to your button-up before ripping it open, the buttons going everywhere as you gasp. “Gyro, that's my only good shirt!? you say still shocked. “Oh it's fine, I'll just give you one of mine,” he says smugly before placing his hands on your breasts and whispering again “Looks like we have to take that pretty bra off, huh?” he moves back as you sit up, and undo your bra in front of him embarrassed, you blush at the sight of him watching intently before the bra comes off.

“fuuuuck..bambola, you look so cute,” he says before pushing you back down “I can't wait to see how pretty you are when I fuck you.” he says before kissing you, palming your breast, fondling it as you moan quietly into the kiss. The kiss lasts for a bit before he trails his kisses down to your neck, littering it in his green lipstick. Soft whimpers leave your lips once again as he does this. “you like that don’t you?” he asks, you can feel him smiling against your skin as you hum a soft “mhm” to him. he begins to bite your neck a bit, earning another abundance of moans from you as he continues to smile against your skin. His hand slowly moves from your breast down to your lifted-up skirt as his hand trails over your panties before resting it.

“You’re so wet for me and I haven't even done that much” he chuckles before rubbing against your panties, smirking of course as he does this. “Should we take this off?” he asks, teasing you as he lifts the waistband up. You nod before he asks “Speak up y/n.” he says as his smirk grows. “Take it off, gyro.” you say with a tint of desperation in your voice before he slides your panties off, in awe of the sight he was seeing before leaning back down and kissing your neck again as he rubs a few small circles around your clit. waves of pleasure being sent through you as you’ve been craving this for so long. “f-fuck gyro..” you moan softly he continues to rub your clit before sliding two fingers in you as they pump in and out of you. Your soft moans slowly became louder as he continued, the feeling was overwhelming as he began kissing your neck a bit rough.

“mm- gyro im close” you whine to him before he removes his fingers as he looks up at you “That was only a small preparation” he snickers before standing up at the edge of the bed. “c’mere carina.” he says, gesturing before you sit at the edge of the bed. “undo my belt for me, will ya?” he asks looking down at your flushed face as you slowly undo his belt before looking up at him again. “Fuck, those pretty little eyes of yours are driving me crazy, y/n.” he says sighing before pulling his boxers down enough for his dick to spring out. He held your cheek in his hand as he spoke “suck it, please” Despite his ‘please’ nothing about his tone made it sound like much of a choice.

you didn’t mind though as you slowly took his tip into your mouth sucking softly as you began taking more of him into your mouth. He sucked air into his teeth at the view of you trying to take his dick in your mouth. “That's good, keep going, Tesoro'' he said as his breath got heavier. As you continue taking him, wrapping your hand around the shaft of his dick for whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. For a while you were doing a good job since Gyro would occasionally mutter some Italian curse under his breath before he placed his hand behind your head and moved your head on his dick at a fast pace. “fu-fuck, amore thats real’ good” you could tell he was getting close before you pull away. “now it wouldn’t be fair if you got to cum and i didn’t” I say pouting a bit as i look up at him before he chuckles,” that's right..you’re right, let's change that.”

he says before again pushing you onto the bed and pulling you closer to him as he lifts your legs over his shoulder as he grins at you. “you ready, y/n?” you nod eagerly at his question before he slowly slid into you, stopping to let you adjust before you gesture him to move. “you’re so fucking tight” he mumbles in between grunts as he slowly slides in and out of you. a bundle of moans leave your lips as he moves his hand to your cunt rubbing circles on your clit while he fastens his pace. You couldn’t focus on anything but him now, and he wanted that.

“I'll make you so cock drunk you won't be able to walk tomorrow, dolcezza.” he says smugly before thrusting into you quicker for a bit as you whine and whimper. “Gyro..im really fuckin’ close” you try to speak in between moans before he thrusts into you rougher as you finally reach your high and you pant for a bit recovering. You hear gyro chuckle again, confused, you look up at him. “Oh Bambina, I said I'd make you cock drunk, didn't I? You aren’t getting off that easy.” he says before pulling you to the edge of the bed and flipping you over, The sight in front of him was heaven. You fucked out from your prior orgasm, bent over the bed for him now. “fuck you so hot when you’re fucked out, I wonder what you’ll look like after I make you cum again.”

he says leaning in whispering to your ear before he pulls back and slides into you again, going at a relentless pace. “mm!.. f-fuck gyro..!!” you say sensitive and overstimulated as he slaps your ass a bit harshly making you grip the sheets and yelp. “you take me so fucking well, y/n” he says as more grunts leave his mouth as he holds your hip with one hand and while the others still on your ass. he continues to fuck you relentlessly as you feel your next orgasm coming up. You can barely form a sentence, You mumble praises to him,” G-gyro im..f-fuck..im close” As he continues his rough pace, more moans and whimpers leave your body. “S-shit Miele I am too.”

he sounds more breathy as he chases his release as he fucks you. Soon enough, you cum again moaning a bunch of curses as well as his name. “your pretty voice is gonna be the reason i fuckin’ cum, y/n.” he says in between moans before quickly pulling out and cumming on your ass as he moans a string of Italian curses under his breath. Gyro then plops onto the bed lazily before turning to you,” Bella, you're so pretty when you’re cock drunk off me~” he says before kissing your cheek. Before you could even say anything you heard a snore, he was asleep?? already? you chuckle and go to get up to shower before you feel how wobbly your legs are, you punch gyro awake. “Come shower with me, I can't walk by myself.” You say as you watch him smile widely as he wakes up from his small cat nap, “I told you , you wouldn’t be able to walk, and I'd love to shower with you..” he says before picking you up and bringing you to the bathroom to shower smirking.

[moonbeamwritings]

adventures in braiding

wc: 1.6k

pairing: gyro x gn!reader (and i guess gyro x johnny x reader if you squint)

warnings: none

“It’s so hot out,” Gyro complains, wiping sweat from his brow. “Are you guys not hot?”

“It’s hot as hell, Gyro. Stop complaining,” Johnny chimes in, tugging his hat from his head and tucking it into his saddle bag. “You’re not the only one sweating your ass off.”

Gyro slows Valkyrie to a stop and groans. “I need to take a break.”

He bonelessly slides off his horse and as soon as his feet hit the sand, he takes a long swig from his canteen. You watch as sweat glistens on his brow, water tipping past his lips and sliding down his chin and along his neck. More than just the sun heats the surface of your cheeks, and you find yourself following a rivulet of water as it creeps down the column of his throat and beneath the collar of his shirt.

Seemingly dissatisfied with how the water cools him off, Gyro moves to duck under a nearby rock ledge for some shade, and judging by the way he grimaces, the rocks do little to shield him from the heat.

“We can’t stay long,” you warn him. “If we want to make it to the checkpoint by tomorrow afternoon, we’re gonna have to keep moving.”

Gyro waves his hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, fine. Just-” Gyro takes another huge gulp from his canteen and sighs. “Give me a minute.”

You watch as he pulls his hat from his head to fan his face, and annoyance washes over his features when it doesn’t immediately work to cool him down. Disgruntled, he tosses it onto the sand and then moves to pull at his hair, lifting it up and down to fan it over the back of his neck.

The movement gives you an idea. Digging through your saddle bag, you find a length of hot pink ribbon you’d taken from the last checkpoint. You don’t remember what compelled you to keep it, but you’re glad to have it now — if only to quell Gyro’s complaints.

You dismount, and join Gyro under his little rock awning. 

“I have an idea that might help. Do you mind if I try it?”

“God, I’d do anything.”

You crowd the space beside him and force him to turn away from you with firm hands on his shoulders, and when his back is to you, you set to work combing your fingers through his hair to ease some of the tangles. When you’re satisfied with how silky it is, you separate it into three sections. Delicately, you weave the hair together into a neat braid, and for the first time all afternoon, Gyro falls silent. As the braid comes to an end you pull the ribbon out to secure it in place, finally moving it over his shoulder and off the back of his neck. 

With his hair out of the way, Gyro lets out a long, pleased sigh as if you’ve just relieved him of a heavy burden. “What would I do without you?”

Emerging from the rocks with renewed spirits, Gyro bends to pick up his hat and straightens his back with a proud hand on his hip. Before mounting his horse again, he fixes his hat into place and fiddles with the ends of his hair, a smug smile tugging at his lips. Squinting in the sun, he asks, “How do I look?”

His cheek is sticky and warm beneath your palm when you move to pat it. You don’t miss the way he leans further into your touch. “You look very pretty, Gyro. Now, are you ready to go?”

“Mhm.”

“Finally,” Johnny groans from behind you, snapping Gyro out of his revelry.

“Do you have to complain about everything?”

“Me?”

The bickering doesn’t stop until well after the sun goes down.

You’ve created a monster.

In the days after, Gyro seems hellbent on incorporating the hairstyle into his daily routine. Every morning, after he’s washed up a little and brushed his teeth, Gyro drags the ribbon between his fingertips and fixes you with this sheepish, almost shy look, so unlike him you can’t help but laugh.

“You want me to fix your hair again?”

He presses the ribbon into your palm then, splaying his hair along his shoulders and dropping into a chair or onto the ground, waiting expectantly for you to braid his hair. And every time, you click your tongue and scoff good-naturedly, teasing him for being so high maintenance, even as you begin to comb your fingers through his pretty blond hair.

Sometimes in the afternoon when you stop to eat, he’ll ask you to tie it again. It needs to stay out of his face when he eats, you know. And you’re more than happy to oblige, setting your silverware aside to collect his hair in your hands. You’ll braid it, or tie it up in a ponytail, sometimes even twisting it into a low bun before digging into your food.

Johnny rolls his eyes more than once at the obvious (but apparently not so obvious to the two of you) display of affection, grumbling under his breath about you two needing to get a room already.

Gyro’s smile is smug when he tells Johnny, “You’re just jealous you don’t have a pretty thing like this playing with your hair.”

It’s a comment meant to get under the other man’s skin, and it does... every time, but you can’t help the way your cheeks light up with its implications. There’s a reason you’re so quick to fix Gyro’s hair, to do anything he asks really, and you suspect it has something to do with the handsome way Gyro smiles or the soft sparkle in his eyes when he’s pleased with the way his hair looks.

The air between you starts to change one night, now weeks after the first braiding incident. Weeks spent playing with Gyro’s hair or sitting close to him at meals or resting on his shoulder during downtime. Johnny had turned in an hour earlier, you and Gyro opting to stay up and savor the dwindling embers of the fire, enjoying the comfortable silence settling between you. The moon hangs high in the sky and a chill works its way through the air, cooling your overheated skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Gyro pick at the skin of his fingers.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

His fingers stop, a sheepish smile overtaking his features. “I was just thinking...”

“About?” You press, nudging your shoulder into his.

“Well, I was wondering,” he scoffs like even the thought of the words leaving his mouth is silly, “if you could teach me how to braid. I always get so happy when you do it for me, and I just...” He fixes you with a soft gaze, his expression bathed in moonlight. “I want to return the favor.”

“I-” you can’t even get your words out without smiling, the tips of your ears growing warm as you think it over. “I would like that.”

“Well, you’re the expert.” He unties the ribbon from his own hair and gently holds it in the space between you. “Teach me your ways.”

Just as you had done all those weeks ago, and just as you instruct, Gyro crowds the space behind you; his long legs sitting on either side of your hips. You walk him through the process: separate the hair into three even sections, cross an outside section over the middle and let it sit, repeat it on the opposite side, and keep going until you reach the ends.

He mumbles the steps to himself over and over again as he goes, and you smile to yourself as you imagine his brow furrowed in concentration, lip jutted out into a pout as he thinks.

The braid isn’t perfect, not by any means, and by the time he’s done (after starting and restarting more than once), the fire has long since burnt out. The moon acts as the only light to guide him as he ties the ribbon around the ends of your hair.

“I- It’s done,” he pauses, running his fingers over the braid. “I think, anyway.”

You reach behind you to feel it, and find that it’s a little bumpy, a little imperfect, but you adore it all the same. He’d tried, and that’s what matters. The thought makes your heart feel fuzzy in your chest.

“I love it. Thank you.”

“You can’t even see it.” He argues, a pout on his lips.

You turn to look at him and cup his cheek. “I can just tell it’s beautiful, and besides,” you pinch the apple of it as you assure him, “practice makes perfect, right?”

You catch moonlight and adoration in the green hues of his eyes, and as silence falls between you, you find yourself twisting so you can lean closer. You’re just about there, your lips almost on his, when Johnny pipes in, sleep evident in his annoyed tone. “Are you done? Can you please go to bed now?”

With the moment entirely shattered, Gyro affectionately rolls his eyes and pecks your cheek, fingers running over the end of your braid before he moves to stand. “Goodnight, sweets.”

He smirks, and on his way back to his bed roll, kneels down to plant a wet smack against Johnny’s cheek. Tone dripping with a teasing singsong, he says,  “Goodnight Johnny.”

Johnny grumbles an “I hate you” as he rolls over and tucks himself further into his blanket.

These two, you think as you settle under your own blankets. That night, you fall asleep with a braid in your hair and a smile on your face.

[blond3ang3l]

Nsfw!! Gyro x reader

Cw-hair pulling, slapping, talk about body hair?, lil bit of degradation, just pure smut

Also based off of some headcanons I have for this fine man

You could tell your lovely weirdo of a boyfriend was pissed off. He came in your shared home seething and mumbling to himself about “some stupid assholes who think they know everything.” God only knows who’s be talking about this time but with your guess you were going to say it was probably Dio. He was sitting on the couch with his arms folded still just angrily mumbling to himself when you walked over. You started massaging his shoulders and planting small kisses from his neck to his face “What’s wrong love?” Once you asked that it was basically over he went on a 10 minute tangent though you didn’t mind and lended a listening ear for him. But he was heated in-fact he was so mad he actually started getting hot which led to him throwing his hat and shirt somewhere when he took it off.

You couldn’t help but look over his body, he had quite some muscle to him but a softer stomach. Not only that but he was covered in hair covering his arms, legs, but your favorite part his happy trail. You didn’t even realize how long you had been staring until you heard him clear his throat. Your face heated up in embarrassment as you finally looked away “I’m sorry baby I know how much Dio gets on your nerves is there anything you want me to do to help you out?”. He thought for a moment and decided to not let this chance go to waste.

Within seconds you were forced down to your knees with his thumb in your mouth “Just need you to sit there and look pretty for me~”. You were a bit shocked but decided why the hell not it’s least you can do for him. There he was in front of you, your handsome boyfriend jerking off to you. It was entertaining but you wanted to help him so you when you wrapped your hand around his dick he quickly slapped it away and gave a light slap to your cheek. “Don’t be dumb baby I gave you simple fucking instructions but it seems you can’t even follow them hm?” Maybe I’ll have to teach how to listen when someone tell you to do something. Now be good and maybe I’ll reward you” At this point he was gripping your with a sadistic smile.

This was a bit new never had seeing this side of him before. But you weren’t complaining you were loving every minute of it. Meanwhile Gyro never stopped thrusting into his hand. Seeing the different emotions on your face did nothing but fuel him even more. He was getting closer and it was obvious to you. His moaning becoming louder and he started rubbing his thumb over his tip just like he did when he sent you videos of him jerking off. It’s like you have your own personal camboy. “Shit gonna f-fuck gonna cum~” he threw his head back with a loud moan as he came all over your face. When he finally came down from his high he gave you another slap before scooping some of the cum onto his fingers sticking them in your mouth. He smiled as you started licking them clean “That’s a good little pet”

Ps y’all should totally follow my Twitter where I post nsfw concepts<3

[joestarfoundation]

JOBROS: Need help?. . .

Modern!AU. I aged-up some characters for obvious reasons. Minors DNI. Fem!Reader. English isn't my first language

AN: I didn't include Hermes because she's missing an essential body part (cock) :(( I also included both Bruno and Mista because I literally couldn't decide which of the two to put here, since I consider them both gio's jobro

Jobros x Fem!Reader

Giving them a bj

Speedwagon, Bruno: Just imagine letting it sensually enter your mouth<3 I think at first he would say something like "no need, dear" but when you gave him those puppy eyes, how could he say no? His hands would be in your hair all the time and he'd praise you nsfw link

Caesar, Kakyoin: He will be a little more enthusiastic, however, he would still be a little worried about choking you. However, the way his cock slid down your throat made him forget about the previous thing. He would groan and moan and tell you how well you suck his cock, and sometimes he would thrust against your mouth nsfw link

Okuyasu: When you asked him if you could give him a blowjob, his pants quickly disappeared. At that moment the only thing he wanted to feel was your mouth. And as you bobbed your head up and down, he could feel his body tense with pleasure. Every stroke of your tongue, every flick of your lips, sent shivers down his spine nsfw link

Mista, Gyro: Oh yeah! Possibly he may be somewhat abrupt with you, but you didn't care about that. His salty taste invaded your mouth, and you could feel his tip touching the deep part of your throat. His animalistic growls and moans could be heard throughout the room, while compliments with your name came out of his mouth. Would definitely cum in your throat, and don't worry, he also would definitely return the favor~ nsfw link

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[retlasute]

Can you please write some headcanons featuring Johnny and Gyro sleeping next to Reader? I've got this gut feeling that Gyro might be snoring LOUDLY (rip Reader). And as for Johnny, I imagine him talking and twitching in his sleep sometimes, potentially even unintentionally waking up the Reader. Now, the question is, would the Reader be chill about it or nah? 🤔 I'll leave that up to your creative choice. Can't wait to see what fabulousness you come up with!

Headcanons/Drabbles? - Sleeping and cuddling

I LOVED YOUR REQUEST AND I LOVED WRITING THIS At first I was only going to do a list of headcanons, but I felt these two deserved a little more attention, so i hope you like it! ❤️❤️

◍ Gyro Zeppeli

This man is biologically incapable of sleeping alone.

If there is no one he can hug and cuddle, he will do this with a teddy bear.

Ever since you had started riding with him and Johnny, you had noticed indications of how cozy he got on cold nights when he could sleep closer to someone (and that someone was always you).

At first, it didn't bother you, after all, who would complain about a handsome man like him wanting to be close to you?

Yes, it was understandable that you felt good about it. But factors like noise and smell were not considered by your sleepy mind.

In a race like this, keeping constantly clean and smelling fresh was an impossible task, but what do Italians have against a river bath? For that matter, what do Italians have against any kind of bathing?

Gyro always shied away from bathing in the lakes with the lame excuse of "watching the camp" while you and Johnny cleaned up.

You always made jokes about it, but you never felt personally bothered by Gyro's aversion to bathing of any kind

But now you felt personally bothered by many things, not least your hearing and sense of smell being violently attacked as if you were in the middle of a coliseum

Now, struggling in the grip of your own sarcasm and regret, you shielded your ears with a thin pillow, creating a barrier against Gyro's snoring while your face stuck in the grass turned away from the smell of sweat.

''How the hell can you sleep with this noisy monster?'' You whispered to Johnny, lying on the ground, protecting your ears like a soldier in a trench protects himself from a grenade.

''The more you fight it, the more it will bother you.'' Johnny replied and held his laughter like a monk. ''It's like meditating. Good night, (Y/N)… Or good luck.''

And so the bastard lay down, covering himself with his blue comforter and turning his back to you, and that annoyed you more than Gyro's snoring. You sighed loudly, pulling the pillow away from your ears and lying next to the Italian.

"Meditation, huh?"

You really tried for a few minutes. But Gyro's snoring always brought you out of your sterile meditations. As the moon went away, all reason disappeared, immediately succumbing to the urge to smother him with the pillow.

So you raised yourself a little to look at him. His eyes closed like a cat's, his lashes that extraordinary color you had seen so many times before: a dark blond at the tips, fading to a light blond at the roots.

Then, gently, you held his arm and shook him lightly, to wake him up, but to no avail. Then you tried to push him to lie on his side - maybe then he would stop snoring - Then those cat eyes slowly opened and the snoring stopped. You cursed silently as you watched him wake up. Gyro shimmered with a hellish light. The muscles of his face were well outlined, while those of his arm moved elegantly under your hand that, for some reason, didn't want to let go.

''Ah…'' He grunted and stammered a few times as if a goat was head-butting him in the shin. ''What…? Ah? What? Questo…''

"Please, Gyro, sleep on your side." You said, tired. ''You're snoring like an ogre.''

''It can't be… can it?'' He said, finding it funny, despite his sleep.

''You're as hard to wake as a dead man… but you make as much noise as a living man.''

He gave a tired laugh, and the initial chill dissipated quickly as he drew nearer with surprisingly comfortable warmth. His body relaxed completely around you, and now that he was no longer snoring, his eyes closed almost automatically. Sensing this, Gyro moved closer. A hard, solid warmth stirred briefly against you.

''I'm way more than dead. I'm exhausted, but some stupid part of my body doesn't know that yet.''

The fog of exhaustion seemed to act like a magnifying glass, exaggerating details and sensations. Now that the silence was ringing in your ears, you leaned your face back on him, feeling the smooth, rigid curve of his collarbone, prominent beneath the skin. At the crease of his neck, the skin was warm and sensitive, and the veins were thin and blue like a baby's.

His hand rose slowly, floating like the leaves, and rested lightly on your head.

''The next time you snore, I'll smother you with my pillow.''

''Nyo-ho… it would be better if you smothered me with other things of yours.''

He let out his breath like a sigh and you felt his loss of consciousness like the slow dying of a fire. You fell asleep on top of him, barely managing to pull the heavy folds of the cloak over you before darkness overtook you. His warm, smooth hand on you. And so, you finally slept.

✰ Johnny Joestar

This boy is already shy and sweet, but you amplify those traits in him

When it was just him and Gyro, Johnny didn't bother sharing sheets.

But since you joined them, things have changed. Johnny was a sweet gentleman who knew you deserved much more decorum and respect than Gyro did.

The first cold night the three of you spent together, you must admit he took it bravely, offering you one of his sheets when he saw you chattering your teeth in a freezing wind.

You thanked him and politely declined, but he insisted, and you couldn't deny that you were freezing to death.

By now Johnny was more used to your presence and hardly bothered by it, but you, on the other hand, noticed some strange things.

He always slept after you. Often, you felt him watching you in the dark. Not in a strange, threatening way, but simply tender and protective, and this usually helped you fall asleep faster.

Johnny couldn't deny that deep down he had that primitive urge to snuggle into your arms every time night fell. But to his dismay, you never made the first move, nor did you give any indication that you would let Johnny do so.

One day he noticed that even on cold nights you used to wake up sweating under the covers. He didn't know why, and neither did you. But this small proof of imperfection gave him the courage to one day allow himself to take the first step.

But as the number of enemy stand users increased along the race courses, Johnny could no longer afford to sleep last, so he went to sleep in a flash, without bothering to tie up the horses or help Gyro light a fire.

This time, you pulled up at night, tied the horses, and let them feed on the tall grass of a small field. You put out the fire and lay down next to Johnny, as Gyro was busy doing who knows what. So the last thing you heard was the peaceful neighing of the horses.

As on other nights, you slept heavily amidst the shallow warmth of the blankets and woke in the middle of the dawn retched, thirsty, and covered in mosquitoes and ticks. You were very annoyed to realize that the ticks and mosquitoes seemed to like only your flesh, but you had learned, on your trip east, to check Gyro and Johnny whenever you woke up in the early hours.

''Ew…'' You spoke, examining a particularly large specimen, the size of a grape, lodged in Gyro's arm. You were afraid to pull it out, it was so big it would probably burst. ''Maybe it'll fall off by itself…''

That's when you felt a stirring behind you and discovered what had caused you to wake up. You turned over, sensing that something was wrong.

The night was cold and the sheet was completely messed up, as it usually was. You rolled over and crawled silently to Johnny, who was struggling and had a desperate expression on his face. At first, you thought he was swatting mosquitoes, but you saw that he still had his eyes closed and was grunting as if something or someone was on top of him.

''Johnny? Johnny, are you alright?'' You whispered close to him, but something in the way he whimpered made you abandon politeness and grab his shoulders.

He was breathing hard like he'd been running, and despite the cold, his body was drenched in sweat. You shook his shoulder and found it stiff and cold as a metal statue. He twitched at the touch of your hand and stood up in a jump, his blue eyes wide.

"I didn't mean to frighten you.'' You apologized. ''You’re okay?''

You wondered for a moment if he wasn't having a nightmare, and whatever was happening terrified him. Now his expression didn't change; he looked straight into your eyes.

''Johnny!'' You whispered a little louder, shaking him again. ''Johnny, what happened?''

Then he blinked and calmed down, though his face retained the desperate expression of a hunted animal.

''I'm fine.'' He said. ''It was… it was a bad dream.'' He spoke as if to convince himself of the fact.

''Tell me about it. It will go away if you tell me.''

He held you gently by the arms, as much to check that you were real as to support himself. It was a full moon night and you could see that every muscle in his body was tense, rigid and immovable as stone, but pulsing with furious energy, ready to explode into action.

''No.'' He said, stunned. ''I'm fine. I'm sorry about that.''

''Don't apologize for that. I was just worried.''

As you said this, the blue eyes slowly relaxed and landed on your face and you smiled at him. This soft smile made him blush.

''Let's go to sleep, Johnny.'' You continued. "Tomorrow will bring its worries.''

He sighed, but his arms relaxed around your body when you released his shoulders.

''Where are your blankets?'' He asked as he watched you lie down next to him. ''You can't sleep in the grass.''

''I'm fine.'' You said. ''These blankets always make me sweat.''

''But…'' He swallowed dryly, as if thinking twice about what he was going to say, then simply pulled his own blanket over you. "The mosquitoes won't let you sleep.''

There was no answer, except for a smile that he could not see. So, gradually, you felt your heavy body snuggle into his. You saw the night stars as you laid your head close to his chest, just as you could hear his heart beating.

It was ridiculous, too, that something so simple made his heart race when you breathed near him, and sweat drip down the back of his neck whenever he saw you. That's what Johnny thought. But at that moment, he doesn't want it to end. As if your touch was the only guarantee that his heart would keep beating. And maybe he was right.

[tonberry-yoda]

What about fluff ABC with Gyro? I thought sending about a word first for this, but I realized that he deserves the whole ABC 😩👌

Gyro Fluff Alphabet

notes - fluff alphabet here. YESSS! We love gyro and he does deserve the whole ass alphabet! thanks so much for the request and apologies for taking so long!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

horse riding

deep convos

and lots of shopping

i just see it

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Everything?????

like he is just in AWE by you

but also your laugh

he can really get you laughing and he just loves that so so so so much

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

he would rub your back and whisper sweet nothings in your ear

if you just need some space, he will give you the space

strangely, i think he would be a good cook and he would make you something to cheer you up

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

he could see the two of you together forever

getting a home, stuff like that for SURE

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

he acts dominant and he actually kind of is

but it's more equal tbh

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

sometimes he just picks fights to be stinky

but those never last long

real fights never usually happen, but when they do he is SO PETTY and will not forgive you until you forgive him first LMFAO

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

VERY GRATEFUL

i mean he sees everything you do and all the hardwork and loves you so much for it

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

he keeps his past a secret

he doesnt want it getting in the way of a potential future

but he doesnt hide much

hes a goofy overshareer for sure lol

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

he didnt change much

he felt like he didnt need to change for someone and that makes him very comfortable

he hopes that you didnt have that feeling that you needed to change because he thinks you're perfect

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

oh yeah

he'll just steal you away from who you're talking to and be all cutesy to make them jealous LOL

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

OH GOD YES

slow, passionate kisses that leave green lipstick marks

he'll whisper sweet things against your lips and pull you close

the first kiss was SO romantic under the sunset and GOD you can't stop thinking about it

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

he would just tell you

but it would be so romantic actually

he would tell you how much he loves you

gives you the "you dont have to feel the same, but I love you more than anything"

you both cry

and have been together since

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

I think so, yeah!

when you have the conversation, he would prep you for the proposal

it would be a while longer to see if it's something you two really want to do

he proposes again under the sunset and the wedding is simple, just close friends and those you love

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

pumpkin

sweetheart

pookie (it gets on your nerves for sure)

love

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

he stares at you with a small smile always

heart eyes for sure

it actually wouldnt be that obvious to others, but he makes sure when youre alone to remind you how much he loves you

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

i think so!

he doesnt hide the relationship

he'll hold your hand or give you little kisses, but nothing crazy or anything that makes you or others uncomfortable

he loves bragging about you though tee hee

saying how much he loves you ALL THE TIME

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

a small weird one, but if you have long hair, he loves to braid it! and if you have black hair, he will learn how to do your hair in ways you love!

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

STUPIDLY ROMANTIC

and like cliche but without realizing it

KISSES IN THE SUNSET DUDE

it feels like a dream tbh

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

oh definitely!

you both have separate dreams and he respects his own and your

he will help you if he needs to, but he wants to see you do this on your own and feel successful without him

and he does that for his own dreams too

but you both help each other if needed

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

he likes crazy fun stuff, but he doesnt need it

he loves asking you on CRAZY dates and if you say yes, it's fun

but again, he likes your chill life and likes having it for sure

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

he knows you STUPID well

like he literally can tell if your upset, sad, angry, happy, etc.

he knows you like the back of his hand and sometimes better than you do

when he sees something's wrong, he will 100% be able to help

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

you mean a lot to him

but he isnt codependent on you

he doesnt need you to feel like a valid person

he just knows that you are a part of him and he loves that sm

but seriously, you are a number one thing in his life for sure

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

his love language is words of affirmation, so before bed, he will always whisper how much he loves you until you both fall asleep

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

YESSSSSS

he loves loves LOVES cuddles

just how soft you are, he cant get over you

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

he just kinda chills

but he'll run into a room, thinking you're there, and then get sad that you're not

you're so used to being together that it's weird when the two of you are apart

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

he definitely would

people he loves mean the world to him, so he would do literally anything for you

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Could we get letters C, K and M with Gyro please ? 👉🏻👈🏻🫶🏻 Thank you so much!!

DIRTY GYRO ZEPPELI HEADCANONS PART 3.

✰ masochism, crying, kissing.

MINORS DNI (18+) warnings: masochist gyro? whaaaat? crying/dacryphilia. oral. penetration. spanking. scratching. biting. smooching. praise if u squint. wc: ~350 note: forgive me anon for i have sinned. this has been in my inbox since like beginning of february. dirty a-z headcanon list (requests closed!)

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?) 

he doesn't need to see you cry, he doesn't try to make you cry, but he's sure as fuck not complaining if you do. especially if your sobs are broken up by moans. he thinks your fucked-out face looks so pretty when its wet and tear-stained. he'd kiss your tears away and whisper about how good you're taking him before he starts fucking you harder <3

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?) 

he greets you with a kiss on the lips. he's always shamelessly kissing you on the lips. doesn't matter where you are or who you're in front of. he likes when you to kiss his tip before you blow him. <3 bite on his lower lip when you're making out. it drives him nuts.

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?) 

choke him out while you ride his cock. spank him til he's begging you to stop. pain isn't really something he seeks out when he's having sex, but he can't deny that it enhances the experience for him. he'd be a little embarrassed by that fact at first, but unfortunately for Gyro, he thinks with his dick -- as soon as he realizes all the scratching down is back and the hands around his neck is just making him throb harder, he'll lean into it. imagine him gritting his teeth and wheezing out moans while you're grinding down on his cock. he'd have a dirty smirk on his face the whole time, acting like he can take more. imagine spanking him over and over while he's on all fours in bed. he's got his cock in his fist while you paddle his ass and watch him turn into a slobbering mess, shaking and whining cause he's so damn close to cumming. he can be a little bitch if you know how to turn him into one &lt;3

[zeppeli-reelstallbun]

A Jury of One

Part 1/? next -> [masterlist]

[PAIRING] Gyro Zeppeli x Reader (She/Her AFAB)

[SUMMARY] Do you tell them? Should you explain why you kept your gender a secret? Did you even really need to? No… Gyro and Johnny had proven long ago they were your friends, you didn't need to keep this big of a secret from them for this long… but surely they have things they don’t tell you either. (Fic takes place mid part 7)

[WC] 2.6k

[!!!] Reader disguises as a man as a major plot point. no major sbr plot points mentioned in this part but it takes place early-middle of the race, spoilers will arise. longer than chin length hair is implied but can be ignored. smoking swearing and drinking on the other hand...

[PREFACE] You were framed for murder lol (maybe we’ll talk abt this later teehee) Thankfully, you’re hot and sexy and managed to get away from the initial chaos! Then you were in hiding for a few years since… yk… Your name is still hot, but things have started to die down due to the passage of time. You always risk recognition, but are fairly confident that no one is specifically looking for you anymore. But you needed money ohhhh no what are you gonna do!? surprise surprise, its enter a horse race for the cash prize. Aaaaaand if you have to disguise yourself anyways, might as well get the benefits of being a man, considering how dangerous it might be. You landed on the name August, paying homage to the month the crime took place

[AN] so i def want to do more of this story line because i am incredibly incredibly normal about Johnny joestar and also have a lot of ideas for him with this concept sooooooooo yeah im gonna write him an apology plotline bbg deserves better. also also totally had an idea for a Diego tie in. Maybe I’m just horny for cowboys idk

The heat was relentless, beating down on your shoulders as you rode behind Gyro and Johnny. Under normal circumstances, the bandana around your face was a blessing; it was easy to justify its necessity in the harsh, arid sandstorms that left your eyes watering in pain. Today, however, it was stifling. The fabric you’d grown accustomed to was now trapping your face with the heat and sweat of the desert itself, but you didn't dare take it off. Not out here. Not with them.

It was a strange dynamic—one that left you feeling like you’d snuck into this odd little group while hiding the only thing that could change it all. Not to mention, traveling with two of the most observant and stubborn men in the Steel Ball Run race felt like walking a tightrope, considering the situation you were in. For weeks now, every glance, every accidental brush too close, every ill-timed cough or slip of your voice was a disaster waiting to happen. You were beginning to question the reason for keeping the secret in the first place, but you knew the risk of letting them in…

If either of them even recognized you, it would be enough to implicate them for harboring a criminal. You’d been donning the name ‘August’ for so long, the one you were born with had felt unnatural. Plus, it was much easier to sleep at night knowing they didn't know your gender, let alone your true identity. Or maybe it was a mercy to yourself. Maybe it was easier to forget about one secret when you were so obsessed with keeping another. Honestly, the fact you’d managed to keep both of these things hidden this long was impressive enough in itself.

That wasn’t to say there hadn’t been a few close calls, though.

The first was weeks ago, when Johnny tried to help with an injury after a rough day of riding. What had originally just been some friendly competition rapidly turned into bloodshed, and your right leg had taken significant damage in the process. You found yourself settling in for the night with a deeper appreciation for the spare pants you decided to pack, the others having been ripped to the calf and covered in blood.

“You’re limping,” the American said when you returned to camp, eyes wide as he gestured for you to sit next to him.

“It's nothing, Johnny,” you’d replied, brushing him off. Unfortunately, you didn't manage to stifle the gasp of pain that snuck through your lips as you shifted your weight to sit down.

“Woah, easy man,” Johnny cooed, instinctively placing his arms around your shoulders to help support your weight.

Gyro, who was tending the fire, had turned and crouched beside you—a rare moment of care showing on his face. “Let me see.”

“No,” you said too quickly, “It’s fine, really.”

But Johnny had already started tugging at the hem of your pants, and Gyro leaned in, all traces of his lighthearted demeanor gone. It wasn’t malicious, you knew. This was from a place of worry for a friend and their wellbeing; they were trying to treat a wound. But still, you’d panicked, slapping their hands away with more force than necessary.

“Don’t touch me,” you snapped, pulling the leg back with a wince.

Both men instantly froze, exchanging a look, and for a moment you thought the jig was up… Then Gyro shrugged, leaning back on his heels with that stupid lopsided grin of his.

“Suit yourself, ragazzo,” he said, the usual lightness back in his voice. “But if you lose that leg, don’t complain to me.”

That was one of the many quirks you had noticed after spending weeks with Gyro Zeppeli. No matter how much you and Johnny would tease him for it, it was as if he couldn’t help letting his native tongue slip out. Little nicknames, terms of endearment, even jabs at ‘mistakes’ others made seemed more natural in the foreign dialect.

“Attento, you’ll fall off your horse if you keep riding like that,” he’d call out to friend and foe alike. It had grown on you, you hated to admit.

Speaking of Gyro, the second close call you’d had was worse, and he was at its center.

It was late, the three of you camped in a small grove of trees, unfortunately cramped together in one tent due to the cold. You’d worried about the bandana falling off in the night at the beginning of the race, but had since found that it stayed put rather well. On this particular evening, you’d already dozed off, exhausted from the day's ride, only to wake with a start when Gyro’s hand clamped over the fabric on your face.

“Shh,” he whispered, breath hot against your ear. “Don’t freak out. Can’t reach Johnny without making too much sound so you’ll have to get him. Something’s out there.”

Your heart pounded as you realized how close he was, arm braced over you, body pressed tightly against yours. You froze, ignoring all instruction as terror washed over you. Something—anything—could give you away. You couldn’t be sure that he hadn’t felt anything, and this thought threw all logic out of your already sleep deprived brain. Thankfully, before you could even think to acknowledge what the Italian had said, Johnny's voice broke the silence.

“What is it?” he asked, sitting up, groggy but alert.

The hands around you tensed, and you noted a heavy pause before he acknowledged anything. “Probably just a coyote,” Gyro muttered, pulling back and letting you go. He might not have said anything, might not have noticed in the first place even, but you couldn’t help but notice how his brow furrowed before he turned away… how the creases in his forehead crinkled inwards, how his chin cocked slightly upward. Not that you paid attention to that kind of thing.

As you sat here now, riding their tails, a part of you debated feeling bad. They thought you were just another competitor, a guy with a knack for keeping quiet and an uncanny ability to fix up injuries or keep things in order. You played it well, you thought. The bandana and baggy clothes did most of the heavy lifting outside of your vocal adjustments. Without a doubt, you knew you could keep the act up and remain as masculine to Johnny as you were on day one.

But Gyro…

You were starting to second guess some things, let's put it that way.

When you had initially joined their little duo, he’d treated you similar to every other man he met: with boisterous humor, a touch of arrogance, and a list a mile long of half-baked philosophies on life. You found yourself biting your tongue at first, cringing when he launched into one of his grandiose speeches. Especially when his words started drifting; there was only so much ‘guy talk’ you could take, after all.

”Men are born to conquer, to lead, to endure hardship,” he’d drunkenly said one evening by the fire, gesturing wildly with a half-eaten strip of jerky. “Women, well, they’ve got their strengths too, but-”

He faded off with a glance in your direction. “Don’t stop there,” you’d muttered before you could help yourself. “I'm dying to hear the rest.”

Johnny had laughed innocently enough, but Gyro had given you a long look before letting out a soft chuckle. “Sharp tongue, eh?”

You considered this close call number three.

But now…

The way he spoke to you had shifted. As the three of you rode in tense silence, you couldn’t shake the feeling that his attention had been lingering a little too much lately. He’d always been loud, brash, abrasive, and impossible to ignore, but now there was something different. Subtle, but there. Honestly, a part of you wondered if he even knew he was doing it… if he knew he was forgetting to ask Johnny if he needed help off his horse or extra bedding on cold nights like he did for you.

“Don’t fall behind,” Gyro snapped you from the thought, voice carrying with a deep richness over the dry air as he turned around in his saddle to face you. “Not everyone has my stamina, you know.”

You rolled your eyes, grateful for the fabric covering the annoyed expression you couldn’t suppress. “I’ll keep up, don’t worry about me.”

He chuckled, turning back around, but not before letting his gaze linger another second too long. You thought you were making things up at this point, surely if someone as arrogant as Gyro had figured it out, there’s no way he’d keep his mouth shut about it.

Unless he knew too much.

But you didn’t want to give that thought any power over you or the relationship you had begrudgingly formed.

The sun was sinking lower as you continued on, casting a long shadow over the land ahead. Your exhaustion was setting in, and even Johnny was starting to complain about the final stretch of the journey.

“How far is the town?” He called from the front, voice tight with irritation.

“Couple more miles,” Gyro said, scanning the horizon. “We’ll make it before dark.”

You said nothing, too tired to deepen your voice more than necessary. Water had started to run low, it wasn’t dangerous yet, but you had been forced to ration out your canteen. You weren't at any risk of dehydration, but you were definitely starting to feel the strain on your vocal cords. Johnny and Gyro, of course, didn’t need to factor something like this into their trail planning. Nor had they needed to account for menstruation… that had been a truly awful week.

You were planning on remaining this detached until you reached the checkpoint town, knowing a night in a real bed would ease some of the tension you’d been feeling in the wilderness.

That was before Gyro slowed Valkyrie, letting his horse fall in step beside yours. He leaned slightly toward you, grin shifting into something softer, something almost teasing.

”You holding up back here, regazza?” he asked.

Your breath caught.

It was so casual, so smooth that you’d almost missed it. Johnny didn't even flinch. Granted, you couldn’t know if he’d even heard it; he was too busy squinting at the horizon, muttering something under his breath about wanting real food. But you? You were frozen. Did he know?

You might not know Italian, but your time around the man had taught you a thing or two about pronoun structure… that, and he’d never called you anything but ‘regazzo’ up until now.

Gyro didn't look at you directly, but you saw the corner of his mouth turn up into a smirk, daring you to react.

You didn't. You couldn’t. You had to convince yourself it was just a mistake. You couldn’t react no matter his intention. You felt like you could die-

Instead of dying, you kept your eyes straight forward, your grip tightening on the reins until your knuckles ached and nails dug into your palms. Heat rose to your cheeks, and for the first time all day you were thankful for the disgustingly sweaty bandana stuck to your face. You forced yourself to stay calm, as if hearing the feminine form of a word hadn’t struck you like a bolt of lightning.

Would a guy have reacted the same way? What would Johnny have said? Would he have acknowledged the difference? Should you have? Did he know? Was your silence incrimination enough?

You already knew the answer was yes, and you cursed yourself for freezing instead of just playing it off in the moment.

He didn't say it again, and didn't seem fond of breaking the silence that followed, but the damage was done. The road was now suffocatingly quiet, tension becoming more palpable by the minute.

And there were still miles to go.

At one point, you thought it would be impossible, each hoofbeat heavy with what remained unspoken.

The trail seemed endless ahead of you. And he was always there, right beside you, making it impossible to pretend. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes kept screaming a victory. His gaze fell somewhere between savoring the tension he’d created and yearning for you to take the initiative to break it.

“How are you holding up?” He finally muttered once the town was in sight, his voice light and teasing in a way that made your stomach tighten.

You barely managed to suppress a shiver running through you. “Fine,” you muttered, pushing the unease down.

“Mm, fine, huh?” Gyro drawled, slowing and nudging his horse closer to yours. “Looks like there’s something on your mind, don’t look so fine to me.”

You could feel his gaze, sharp and unrelenting. It made your skin crawl, but you forced yourself to remain indifferent. “It’s nothing,” you said, as casually as you could manage.

Still, your pulse quickened. You couldn’t help it, you knew exactly where this was going. Before he could answer, Johnny, blissfully ignorant, turned his head around, humming a little tune. “Almost there, boys. Nice bed, nice real meal—maybe even a bath, eh?”

Gyros' eyes rolled as they flickered to him. “I bet you’ll have fun with that,” he said with his usual tone. You clenched your jaw, hoping that would be the end of his comments.

You should have known better.

”You know,” Gyro broke the silence seconds later, “I have a feeling Auggie is gonna splurge on his own room tonight. Just a hunch.”

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, grip tightening again as you forced yourself to stay quiet.

Johnny, bless his soul, quipped right back. “Not if I beat him to it! I’ve had enough of your snoring, Zeppeli.” He started looking around, eager to get to the inn.

Gyro, on the other hand, seemed to be studying you still, waiting for you to crack, to give him any hint that you’d understood the implication of his words.

But you stayed quiet. You somehow ignored the fire burning in your stomach as his gaze overstayed its welcome.

As you pulled into the town, you were looking for any excuse to linger behind. Johnny must have been reading your mind to some capacity, as he was more helpful towards this goal than Gyro was.

“I’ll get our rooms, on me for stealing first from you Zeppeli-“ he started.

“Was that before or after Hot Pants stole first from you, Johnny?” You couldn’t help yourself, you were still enjoying the look on his face from earlier in the afternoon when the actual lineup was announced.

He scoffed at you, a lighthearted smile showing that he appreciated the banter, “Just put up Slow Dancer for me, will you?” he asked, eager to get inside to rest.

Gyro didn't move as he spoke, keeping his eyes fixed instead on you. “Of course. Thank you for handling it, Johnny, that’s very kind.”

The kid was already gone when you started to dismount, but Gyro’s voice stopped you cold.

“I'm thinking,” he said, voice dropping to a whisper meant just for you. “We’re gonna need to have a little chat, bella. Just us.”

The weight of his words—no, word—pressed down like a thousand bricks. If by some miracle you were able to play off ‘regazza,’ this was intended as a blunt confrontation of your ignorance. But you knew better than that. More importantly, you knew Gyro Zeppeli knew you better than that. So, you froze, fingers still on the reins, body tensing at the intensity in his gaze. He didn't break eye contact as he leaned in slightly, hands wandering to assist your descent from the horse.

”I'll meet you inside,” he added as you reached the ground, handing the other two leads to you. “I'll even get us some drinks. Don’t keep me waiting.”

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