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leftplush · 21 days ago

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My own romantic headcanons for how the Bucci gang shows affection + cuddle hcs ?!

GN! reader/insert

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Bruno Bucciarati

• I feel like he's one of the romantic types

• Would definitely buy you flowers, would surprise you with a bouquet in a random day and press a kiss to your knuckles

• Prioritizes your comfort and well-being!

• Good with words. Definitely makes you melt from his compliments! When you're feeling down, he'd coo sweet nothings to your ear quietly while holding you close, running his fingers through your hair.

• In public, he'd put a hand on your shoulder, hold your waist or hold your hand in his. Behind closed doors, he's definitely more affectionate (if he's not busy with gang work).

• If he's busy he definitely enjoys having your presence nearby. It puts him at ease.

• When in bed together, he loves to spoon you! He doesn't mind being little spoon, too. Loves having you against his chest as well.

• Honestly, to me, his love language is a mix of all five! (Quality time, acts of service, words of affirmation, physical touch, gifts)

• Spoils you rotten

Leone Abbacchio

• Closed off type of partner

• Do not expect PDA from this man. He dislikes the idea of PDA because it "makes him look vulnerable".

• Leone has this hard shell around him because he doesn't like being seen as weak or vulnerable so it took some time for him to open up to you.

• Quality time would most likely be his love language. He loves having you around beside him, especially if he's letting you listen to the music he's into! He'd share you one of the earbuds and you'd both sit there quietly. Would love showing you his favorite artists/songs and would listen to stuff you recommend as well!

• Very protective. Someone eyes you up and down? He practically glares daggers to them. You're his partner, one of the only few people he trusts and holds close, so he's very protective over you. If someone dangerous is nearby, be it a stand user or not, he'd pull you aside or pull you behind him, using his own body as a shield.

• Point out his protective behavior and he'll blush, roll his eyes, and deny it. A big tsundere.

• When sleeping for the night, Leone doesn't really initiate a cuddle. He still finds the idea of physical affection kind of strange but I don't think he'd mind if you lean on him a little. In times where he can't sleep or is having a hard time sleeping, he'd stare at you in the dark, admiring your features. He ends up snuggling close or (very rarely) holding you— ONLY when you're asleep!! When you wake up and find yourself caged in his arms, you'd rub it in his face all day and he'd act all grumpy and pout.

• He snores. Sometimes he's loud and sometimes he's not.

• Probably as stiff as a board when asleep 😭😭 idk why, it's just a feeling

• Put on his lipstick for him and do his makeup, he loves it even if he denies it! Play with his hair, too. He loves it and gets sleepy.

Guido Mista

• Best friend type!

• Likes to have an arm around you, be it over your shoulder or waist! Quite clingy.

• He's a flirt! Tries out a cliché one liner on you and plays it off casually, acting like he's not embarrassed after you laughed at it. It was a cute attempt.

• Makes you watch movies with his favorite actor in it. Will explode in excitement if you end up liking it, too! Bonus points if you got him tickets to go see them in person, he'll get on his knees and hug your legs, calling you an angel and saying you're way too good for him!

• Just like Leone, he'll be quite protective over you if someone dangerous is close by! Won't hesitate to beat their ass if they tried anything on you.

• His stands, Sex Pistols, love you!

• He gives comforting hugs and would crack jokes to make you feel better! He would also do things for you if you're feeling down. Puts on movies, wrap you up in blankets, and would eat snacks with you.

• On bed, he loves holding you against him or having you on top of him! You can't escape this man's grip once he's asleep. He oftentimes also falls asleep on top of you and you can't shove off his weight until he's awake.

• Loud snorer. May even drool sometimes.

• You once stole his hat and he absolutely melted at the sight of you in it. Would still snatch it back, though.

• His main love languages would be quality time, acts of services, and physical touch!

Ghirga Narancia

• Super clingy and loud! Loves to boast to people about how cool his partner is

• Personal space? What's that?!

• Don't worry though, he'll respect your boundaries if you tell him off (but will whine about it)

• He may also be a best friend type of partner like Mista.

• Locks your arms together, holds your hand, has an arm over your shoulder, too!

• He'd drag you around to different places, excited to spend time with you!

• Whines and complains whenever you can't go do whatever he wanted to do with you, starts pouting and saying: "Oh, I guess you don't love me anymoreeee.."

• Give him a hug or a kiss to the cheek and he'll be all giddy again!

• Would encourage you to go play pranks on Abbacchio or anyone else in the gang! (Mostly Abbacchio because he finds it funny for whatever reason)

• You both would laugh so loudly, rolling around and clutching your stomachs

• Narancia runs away laughing whenever Abbacchio starts to get angry

• Steals some of your food and snacks playfully but he obviously shares

• Makes you listen to whatever music he's into as well and would listen to what you recommend!

• Makes you play videogames with him and would get competitive. Rubs it in your face whenever you lose. If you're winning, though, he'd try to catch you off guard by pressing a kiss to your cheek and acts all smug when he ends up "clutching" it

• A huge cuddlebug.

• When cuddling, he loves wrapping all of his arms around you but he loves the opposite, too! He whines everytime you need to get up to go piss or something. "(Y/n), come back..!! I'm cold.. :'("

• Loves to sleep sprawled on top of you. Won't budge despite your protests.

• If something or someone dangerous is nearby, he does his best to keep you unaware of it, playing it off casually and randomly dragging you to someplace else to keep you safe. He deals with the threat later on once he's sure you're safe.

• Main love languages would be quality time and physical touch!

Giorno Giovanna

• Calm and easy going kind of partner

• Like Bruno, he prioritizes your comfort and well-being over anything else

• If you're not comfortable with PDA, he'll respect it. If you're fine with it, he likes to hold your hand.

• Really sweet and kind. Whenever you're feeling down, he'd gift you things you like/spoil you. You need something done? Don't think about it, it's already dealt with. Having cravings? He'll bring you your favorite foods.

• Also great with words. His soft voice instantly comforts you

• Likes to bring you to quiet walks in the park or in the beach. It's calming for the both of you.

• If you're into nature and are also naturally a quiet or shy kind of person, I feel like you'd pair well with Giorno.

• He also loves it when you play or style his hair! Get creative with it, he'll love it no matter what.

• If someone wrongs you, he makes sure you're alright and safe and depending on what the person has done, he'll give them the right punishment.

• In cuddling, Giorno likes to have an arm over your waist. He likes being a little spoon as well. Loves to hold your hand.

• Main love languages would be acts of services, words of affirmation, gifts

Pannacotta Fugo

• Given his studious nature, I feel like he's read all about a relationship before and what to do when in one

• A little hesitant and shy when showing affection. Probably not that into PDA.

• We know he has anger issues but with you, he tries his best to be patient and understanding

• If someone wrongs you, his protectiveness and anger issues will rise. He makes sure to keep you aside, not wanting you to get hurt in the aftermath (considering his stand is super dangerous and unstable) or to see him act so violently.

• If you're as smart and studious as him, too, he'd enjoy spending time together with you just reading and discussing certain topics. Would love to learn new things with you as well!

• If he gave up on teaching Narancia, he'd make you do it lol

• He may be a little shy than his normally calm and collected state. He can't help it! You just make him feel all warm and weak!

• Despite his serious nature, he cares for you greatly and is protective. To show you he cares, he gifts you things you like, (taking note of whatever you said you liked and also observing you) and helps you with whatever.

• I feel like on bed together, he's just like Leone and doesn't really cuddle? He just lays on his side or on his back. Wouldn't be opposed if you hold him, though.

• Main love languages would be acts of services and quality time

Trish Una

• In my own opinion, I see Trish as more of the receiver than the giver

• PDA is a 50/50. She may at times dislike it but is sometimes fine with it.

• Probably doesn't like it when you get too clingy in public but definitely doesn't mind it when in private.

• I could totally see her spending time with you by going out shopping together, getting your hairs done, and more.

• She loves it when you do things for her and spoil her

• She enjoys spending time together just painting each other's nails, doing each other's makeup, styling each other's hair, etc..

• You both would definitely spill tea and gossip about whatever or whoever has been bothering yall

• Every now and then, she'd gift you a few things and say stuff like: "I thought this would look good on you. I bought us a matching pair."

• Do the same thing for her and she'd melt (would never admit that though)

• Despite her normally nonchalant exterior, she adores everything you do for her no matter how cheesy and romantic they are.

• After the whole thing with her father, she's grown to be more cautious and protective of you and the other people she cares about. She can't handle the thought of you being hurt, too! You're one of the few people she trusts and you bring her comfort, she appreciates you.

• Likes to be held and be the little spoon when cuddling together! Occasionally, she'd turn to face you and hold you back.

• Main love languages would be acts of service, quality time, gifts

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leftplush · 1 month ago

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The Chain I

Relationship: Johnny Joestar x GN!Reader, minor Diego Brando x GN!Reader

Prompt: "Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies / Break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light."

Summary: You've known each other for so long, ever since you were kids. But after he's become so unrecognizable, you have to wonder if being chained to him is worth it anymore.

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~3.5k

Notes: Childhood friends to haters to lovers later, no spoilers for part 7, BUT mentions of death/spoilers of Johnny's backstory. Slight love triangle for this chapter, Johnny being a major douche, angry fight at the end, minor swearing. This chapter takes place pre-part 7.

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A/n: I got nothing to say besties I love causing Johnny pain!!!!

“Nicholas, Johnny, remember that I have a guest coming over today. Can I ask that both of you remain on your best behavior?” George said sternly, a subtle warning that if the two acted up, there would be consequences to pay for it. The two boys agreed, back straight as they awaited the ‘guest’.

George exhaled and uncrossed his arms. “You two will not need to be in the study when they come by. My friend has a young child, around your age, Johnny. I expect that you two will treat them properly.”

George didn’t wait for a response, walking away to prepare himself. Nicholas and Johnny glanced at each other, wide, eager smiles on their face as they thought about who they’d see.

When the ‘guests’ finally arrived, Johnny momentarily forgot his manners, ignoring the man and instead glancing for the child George talked about. When his blue eyes landed on yours, something within him stirred, as if he was magnetized to you.

He ran to you, grabbing your hands in his, and gave a toothy grin. “I’m Johnny! What’s your name?”

Johnny could never explain why he was so drawn to you. You, likewise, never stood a chance against a fate when it came to Johnny. You two were practically attached at the hip, almost never seen without the other.

Johnny (but mostly Nicholas) was the one who taught you how to secretly ride a horse whenever you visited the estate. You taught Johnny different plants he should avoid and what was edible after he had a mishap with poison ivy. Johnny liked getting lost in the forest with you. You liked staying up at night and pointing out different constellations with him from your book.

“That’s a shooting star!” Johnny yelled, shooting upright and pressing his finger against the glass window.

“What? Really?” You squinted.

“Yeah, but you missed it, slowpoke,” he rolled his eyes as he flicked your forehead.

“I’m not slow…”

“And yet you’re always last when it comes to racing,” Johnny smugly pronounced. “What are we at? 1000 - 0?”

“Ugh, you’re a jerk,” you huffed. “Now, you saw a shooting star. You gotta make a wish.”

“Oh, right,” he said as he turned around to the face the night sky. He closed his eyes, exhaled, and clasped his hands together. “Okay, did it. I wished we’d be friends forever.”

“Johnny!” You shouted. “You can’t tell me that, now it won’t come true!”

“Don’t tell me you believe that old thing,” he snorted. “Come on, you know it’s not true.”

“But what if it is? Now we might not be friends.”

Johnny glanced back at you and sighed before he took his seat back on his bed next to you. “Nah. I know we will be friends forever. Even my dad thinks you’re part of the family now.”

“But how do we really know?” You asked anxiously. Johnny tapped his chin and shrugged.

“Guess we don’t. But I’m not gonna believe a dumb superstition. We’re a team, right?” He insisted, putting his pinkie out to you. You felt yourself ease up at his confidence and wrapped your pinkie around his.

“Yeah, a team.” He smiled proudly at your words.

He had no reason in his mind to think of anything else. The four years you two had known each other had to have solidified your bond for life. His luck may have been strange, but you were a constant in his life. That wasn’t changing anytime soon.

You both should have known it was the beginning of end. At the age of 9, you and Johnny stood by Nicholas’s coffin. Johnny had clung to you, sobbing that it was all his fault, that he was the reason Nicholas died. If only he had just drowned Danny like George asked, if only he just listened, then Nicholas would still be there.

He was fundamentally changed by Nicholas’s death. Why wouldn’t he be? That was his dear brother. You had grown to see Nicholas as an older brother as well, the type of good-natured sibling who made sure you and Johnny were happy. But Johnny was not Nicholas.

You knew that. Johnny knew that. Most of all, George knew that.

But Johnny kept continuing to go back on his horse, insisting he was fine, demanding you stop asking how he was. He was good. He would race. He would make George proud. He would honor Nicholas through his racing.

Johnny devoted so much time to racing, as if his life depended on it. Perhaps it did, in his mind, but you were still there, watching. You would read quietly by the small bench as Johnny lectured his horse for not jumping as high over the hurdle today. You would do your schoolwork while Johnny timed himself again and again, practicing lap after lap. Sometimes, Diego Brando would come to you and start a conversation with you.

Johnny wouldn’t pay attention, too busy fixing the reins of his horse to care. And you, who really didn’t have much else besides him, hated seeing your best friend so hurt. So you would wait, as usual.

“Do you think I’ll be able to make my dad proud?” Johnny mulls one evening as you both drink on the hill you two frequented as kids.

“I think you will,” you begin. “I think he’s proud of you now.”

“That’s a damn lie and you know it.”

You pursed your lips and took another sip. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. So am I.”

It only seemed to get worse from there. Johnny would make time for you infrequently, still trying to keep up the idea of you being his ‘best friend’ to those around him. You didn’t know which you’d rather deal with at this point; his total silence towards you while hordes of girls and celebrities flocked to him, or his half-hearted attempt at clinging to the friendship you two had. Both killed you inside, and despite knowing deep down that you should cut your losses, you still stuck around.

You stuck around when he asked for you to cover for him while he was out drinking with some friends. You stuck around when he made you do the group project by yourself because some rich governor wanted to meet him later. You stuck around when he didn’t say a word as a ‘friend’ of his made fun of you for being so clingy towards Johnny like a lost puppy.

You knew you shouldn’t have stuck around for that. You knew you deserved better.

But that stupid, stupid part of you that yearned for Johnny to just treat you like he did before always won out over logic. That ridiculous voice inside you said that being hurt by Johnny was better than no Johnny at all. Because Johnny was your best friend, your first friend.

Johnny was a lot of your firsts, in fact. He was not only your first friend, but the one who first taught you to ride a horse, the one you first slept over with, the one you did your first trip with, and your first kiss when you two tried to copy what you saw a couple do as kids. Scarily enough, he was not only those things, but he was also your first love. You stupidly fell in love with your childhood best friend. Like a damn cliche, you fell for him, never recognizing that the warmth you felt for him went just beyond friends.

But it was too late to even confess this, as he had already was on his third girlfriend of the month, never sparing you a glance beyond a ‘thanks’ for doing his work. You would be foolish enough to try, but naive you that wished for everything under the sun for just a chance with Johnny still stayed. Maybe one day he’d wake up and recognize the people that encircled him after his race didn’t care. Maybe one day he’d notice that you were still there, cheering him on for his races, even as he came in second almost every time. Maybe, maybe, maybe, that foolish wish he made under the star would come true and you’d stay friends forever.

Like always, you sat on the bench by the training grounds of the estate, reading for the upcoming test you would have soon, that Johnny would likely want you to summarize for him and his buddies. You heard footsteps approaching, but didn’t stop reading.

“Johnny, what do you-”

“Me? Johnny? Please. I thought you’d know better than that by now to compare me to him,” a smug voice reproached you. You looked up in confusion before noticing the cocky stature of none other than Diego Brando.

“Oh… Diego. Do you want me to leave?” You asked, beginning to pack up your things. Diego only ever made casual conversation with you after all these years, so you had no clue why he was walking up to you so suddenly.

“Hm, no. I just couldn’t help but notice that Joestar boy left you alone again.”

You rolled your eyes as Diego taunted you. “If that’s all you came here to tell me, you can leave. I don’t need to hear that from you.”

“So sensitive. You’re beginning to resemble a cornered dog.”

“Diego, enough. Seriously. Just leave me alone if you have nothing nice to say,” you glared.

“If that’s what you wish. I was going to offer you a chance to go for a ride with me, but if I am so horrible that you don’t even wish to talk to me, then I’ll be on my merry way. Goodbye, maybe that Joestar will throw you a bone one day,” Diego sneered as he turned around and waved his hand.

“Huh? Wait!” You shot up and followed after him. “Why are you offering that to me?”

“Must I explain it to you?” “I would like you to.”

“Hah. No,” he deadpanned. “And look at you, already following after me. It seems you can’t help but listen to those more powerful than you.”

“I’m not doing it because-”

“I don’t really care,” Diego replied, throwing on the saddle for his horse and fitting it properly. “Would you like to come, or not?”

Johnny despised Diego more than anything. He’d be furious if he knew you were even talking to him. Diego sensed your hesitation, sighing dramatically and extending his hand to you. “If you want to go waiting around like a lost sheep for that boy, by all means, go ahead. I’m offering you a horseback ride, not a marriage proposal.”

Within an instant, you threw your reservations away and gripped his hand, letting him help you onto the saddle. He was right. Johnny was busy elsewhere and this was just a simple ride around the estate. Why should you care what Johnny thought now?

Diego snorted in amusement as your brows furrowed, but didn’t make another comment, instead, snapping the reins of the horse against it, causing the horse to begin galloping.

For the first time in a while, you had an enjoyable evening. You simply basked in the wind as Diego expertly maneuvered the horse around. It didn’t take much before you two began talking to each other, pleasantly surprised by how Diego was talking to you when Johnny was not around. It was like seeing a whole new side to the genius jockey that he rarely ever showed before.

Soon, though, he took the horse back to the stable and promptly helped you off. You were about to collect your bearings and go when he spoke once more to you as he was rummaging through a box of supplies for tending to his horse.

“You should really stand up for yourself for once.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Are you really going to let that boy trample you all over every day? Come on. It’s pathetic to witness. Even I felt bad seeing you like that,” he replied in an even tone. While his words were harsh, it lacked his usual mocking tone.

“I don’t need your pity, Diego,” you stiffened, knowing he had a point.

“I know you don’t need it. What you really need is a spine. Too bad all the money in the world can’t afford you that,” he commented. “Oh well. It’s not my place. But if you get tired of being that boy’s little mule, you can come to me. I’d be happy to have you as a cheerleader for me.”

He looked you in the eyes this time. Instead of a haughty, egotistical smirk, it was a frank smile. You were taken aback by his casual friendliness and nodded.

“Thank you. And thank you again for the ride. I needed it.”

“Hmph. Don’t go around telling others that, though. Lord knows I don’t need more tabloids on my ass over this.”

“I won’t. It’ll be our secret,” you said as you began to walk back to your original spot at the bench with a more relaxed stance. For once, there wasn’t a heavy pit in your stomach that threatened to consume you, but a gentle warmth that slowly blossomed there.

That warmth didn’t last long when a few days after, Johnny and Diego were set to compete in another race. Of course you were going, that was always a given, and like always, Johnny gave you a ticket to let you in. Even if he was never around much, he left you the tickets in your bag, almost as if it was just expected of you. Perhaps it was, at this rate. You’ve been doing this for almost five years now.

You sat in the bleachers next to a few other familiar faces- mostly the elite who came to socialize or discuss some business and gamble, or younger people who came to try and entice the racers into giving them more attention. You were to offer moral support and comfort Johnny when he’d get frustrated for being silver.

It was a while before Johnny was set to race, but when he did, the crowd whispered in hushed tones if he would finally surpass Diego today. Some had bet on him, while others kept to their trusty pick of Diego. The gunshot went off, and the horses sprinted. It was close. So, so close. Johnny was more determined than ever to win this race, and it showed in the near sliver of space between him and Diego.

Come on, Johnny, come on!

You held your breath, but as it was for so long, close was not close enough. Diego had won, but only by a measly half a second. Your heart dropped as Johnny grimaced and hurried his horse back to the stable. Silver was not good enough. Silver would never make George look at him. Not while Diego was winning race after race, surrounded in heaps of gold.

You stood up to go meet with Johnny, hurriedly wanting to comfort him and offer more words of encouragement that would probably amount to nothing. Because nothing was enough, not until he won. Just as you were in the stables and looking for Johnny, someone clearing their throat beside you caught your attention. You turned around and saw Diego, that smug look on his face again as he held a gold trophy.

“Not even a congratulations?” He joked.

“Oh, sorry. Congrats, Diego. You did wonderful out there, today,” you complimented him. Even if Johnny was your friend, Diego was clearly a special prodigy at horseriding. It was no wonder he was called the ‘genius jockey’ all throughout America and Europe. You were about to continue when he grabbed your wrist.

“That eager to see Joestar? I’m sure he can wait. I wanted to ask you something,” Diego began.

“Hm? Go ahead.”

“They’re organizing a party for my win soon. Tomorrow night, actually. I’m allowed one guest. Perhaps you’re interested in ditching Joestar for the evening and coming with me?” You gasped and felt your face heat up.

“Diego, I-”

“Are you kidding me?!” A voice yelled. You jumped at the tone but knew instantly who it was. Diego snorted and placed a hand on his hips.

“Well now. Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something, Joestar?” Diego snapped.

“Back the hell off, Brando, I don’t wanna deal with your shit right now,” Johnny venomously spouted. He stomped over and stood between you and Diego. “Is that what you’ve been doing? Huh?”

“What? Johnny, what are you talking about?” You replied, confused at why he was suddenly aiming his vitriol at you.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about! I invited you here, and now you’re planning trysts with this asshole?”

“I didn’t even-”

“What kind of friend are you?! You know how much I hate him! Why are you going to see him behind my back?”

Your blood began boiling at all these accusations. You clenched your fists and jaw, trying to control yourself. “I didn’t do anything behind your back. Diego just asked me a question.”

“Please, Diego never justs ‘asks’ questions. And don’t lie to me. I saw what you two did the other day!”

“So what? It was just a little ride! It’s not like we did anything!”

“So you admit you’ve been seeing him!” Johnny pointed a finger at you. Diego made his presence known again and stepped closer.

“What, jealous, Joestar? That your ‘best friend’ finally opened their eyes and prefers me over your lousy company?”

“Yeah, right. I don’t give a crap about you, Brando!” Diego didn’t respond, instead spitting at the floor near Johnny’s decaying shoes.

“You talk big for second place. A second-rate jockey like you should know better than to try and insult me after that piss-poor performance you gave today.”

“You damn-” Johnny nearly launched at Diego before you held him back. “What the hell? Let go of me!”

“Johnny, seriously? You can’t go attacking people!” You lectured.

“Why the hell are you defending him? Huh? You like him that much?”

“It’s not about liking, Johnny, it’s just-”

“Just what? Think you can suddenly do better than me? You ain’t that special!” Johnny screamed at the top of his lungs. Time froze as you saw Johnny’s eyes widen in horror at what he just told. Even Diego was taken aback for a moment before you let go of Johnny and swiftly smacked him across the face.

“Screw you! You’re horrible!” You trembled, the years of anger and humiliation now getting to you. Johnny held his cheek with his hand as you unleashed everything you felt inside. “How can you tell me I’m a bad friend when you never acted like a friend in years?! How can you get mad at me when I wait around for you, when I embarrass myself daily thinking one day you’ll treat me like an actual person and not a damn dog?!”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“I don’t wanna hear it from you, Johnny! I should’ve done this earlier! I should’ve stopped hanging around and wishing for you to grow up! Because you never will! You’re an even bigger asshole than anyone else I’ve ever met! All you do is think you’re hot shit, when really, you’re just an insecure little brat!”

Johnny’s face furrowed as his ego felt more bruised than before. “Really? If you think I’m such an asshole, then why don’t you just go?”

“I will! I don’t wanna see you ever again!”

“Oh yeah? See if you’ll get anywhere without me being the one to prop your name up! See if you’ll be anyone if I didn’t give you some attention!”

“I hate you, Johnny! I wish we never even met!” Your voice echoed in the stables. Johnny’s hands shook in anger as he gripped the second place trophy tight. You were breathing raggedly, but all Johnny could see was Diego smirking at him, as if taunting him. Rubbing it in his face that he caused this, that your frustration was all his doing.

In a fit of rage and guilt, Johnny flung the trophy at Diego, only barely missing the English jockey. He didn’t bother to stay in the stables any longer, instead walking away from you for good.

“Yeah, well, have fun with him then. Go suck up to him as much as you can, because when I win, I’m not gonna let you come back,” Johnny bitterly stated, ripping off the gold pin you got him so many years ago as a good luck charm and tossing it to the dirt.

“I’d never want you back anyways,” you spat, solidifying ten years of friendship coming to an end, never to be seen as anything more than a bad memory.

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