#gyro imagine

[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.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

I would NOT go from ANY yandere's grasp if they feed me what i like, like either i'd be too absorbed in eating or i'd be too tired after eating to really want to escape 😭 i don't really care what they'd do (love u btw)

Relatable honestly, man if that’s all it takes for a Yandere to keep you around, you’ll best bet they’re going to give it their all making you food to keep you around. Here’s a little comfy ramble��

I feel like most Jojo characters would be able to cook even if it’s just following a recipe. Foo Fighters does her best flipping through countless cookbooks, and watching videos of whatever your favorite things are. That’s what people do to bond right? Have good tasting food! It’ll surely bring you both closer together.

There’s a few that aren’t great with cooking, Mista occasionally burns certain things, he’ll admit cooking isn’t exactly his skill but figures everything out something eventually . (He finds it a pain to cook cheese sauces since they can burn easily) If it’s too complicated he’s taking you out to a restaurant that specializes in it.

Okuyasu isn’t the best with cooking at the start, mixing up spices, or under/overcooking. He manages to somehow convince Tonio to teach him properly. Being a good partner means making their favorite food properly in his mind so he’s not going to slack on that if it keeps you happy.

Since we’re mentioning food here might as well mention Tonio Trussardi here. This is the best way for him to be Yandere honestly right within his territory. Using Pearl Jam or not, it fills him with joy with whatever dish or snack you like. The way your shoulders relax once you eat sends this chefs heart fluttering like never before. He’s not really worried if you happen to be fond of something more factory made/processed his approximations are almost always better than the packaged things. (It’s better this way in his book anyhow).

I also feel like Gyro would probably take advantage of your lowered guard around your favorite food. He considers himself descent at his homelands dishes and of course Johnny likes his coffee he prepares, so often he ends up insisting to cook, practically taking over it from before on your journey. (Which works for him, you don’t need to worry about talking to whoever else anyway). He can’t wipe that stupid big grin from his face as you sit to eat your favorite thing. (That’s if you even notice from how tasty it is)

Koichi is another character who would take up some form of cooking for you. Maybe he just happens to eavesdrop one afternoon after class and see what exactly you’re eating? Then he makes himself useful and buys everything, then prepares it at home. Then hey, what do you know? One day or another you both happen to bump into each other and can even sit together for lunch for a little while.

(Here’s a part 8 character I feel like is underrated)

Karera is another character I definitely see using food to her advantage with you. She’ll get your favorite meals at whatever shop for free somehow (with a bit of handiwork from her stand love love deluxe). Oh hey, she just happened to buy something you like that was sold out most places, how about you sit and eat it with her? Making lunch/dinner? Duh she’ll make it for you, as long as you’re eating what she made with her own two hands (or bought/scammed herself) she’s happy.

If that’s what makes it easy to keep you around Jotaro doesn’t really mind. He’s right on it to getting/making it for you. Holly of course inserts herself pulling out recipes, she’d know you’d love. Just a small suggestion to her son of course as she winks. He’ll be right in the kitchen with her preparing everything, or quickly walking out to get whatever’s needed. Just don’t make yourself sick from eating too fast.

[deusluxuria]

headcanon that since johnny grew up about 10 years in kentucky and 10 somewhere in rich person england, he has a mixed accent, and gyro one day was like "if it were anyone else, i wouldn't be able to understand half of what they were saying, but when i look at you it's somehow crystal clear" and johnny just kinda stared and said "that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me, please don't ever say that again"

[mysteriousssnail]

Transformation (inspired by The Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde)

[finsblogs]

After deliberating on it for a while you ultimately decide to marry Gyro. He's ecstatic of course, while Johnny just rolls his eyes. You give him a kiss to assure him you love him too.

Your wedding is small, you didn't want to make a big fuss, the only guest overall being Johnny. You wear white at Gyro's insistence (even though you feel it may be a bit blasphemous for you). The dress is long, a small train trailing behind you, hugging your figure with lace up to your neck and wrists. Gyro looks handsome in his suit, as does Johnny, though he's more casual looking compared to him. Johnny is the one to give you away, taking you to Gyro and the minister before taking his place at the front pew. He watches you both, listening as the minister gives his spiel and as you recite your vows. Once pronounced husband and wife you and Gyro kissed, Johnny clapping bemused. You tossed your bouquet over to him.

You all returned home and just as you opened the door Gyro immediately swept you off your feet. "Its tradition to carry the bride over the threshold isn't it?" You just shook your head and laughed letting him carry you in, dropping a heel along the way as Johnny trailed behind you both. You eventually got to the bedroom where he tossed you on to the bed and got on top of you, Johnny crawling right beside the both of you. Gyro caressed you through your dress, calling you beautiful. "Gonna make love to you like this," he promised, pushing your dress up. Upon seeing your garter he immediately bit down on it and tugged it down your leg. He spat it out at Johnny who happily caught it. He'd also did the same to the lacy pair of panties you wore too.

He pulled his cock out, leaning down to make out with you as he stroked himself. When he pulled away you tried to kiss Johnny only for Gyro to turn you to face him

"Johnny is our witness . He was there for our wedding he might as well be there for our wedding night." You and Johnny both rolled your eyes at that, relenting to Gyro's whims regardless. Gyro then slipped himself inside you and proceeded to fuck you, your veil mussed up behind your head. Johnny slipped his hand down his pants as he watched the two of you make love. You cried out against all his thrusts, Gyro silencing you as he stabbed his tongue down your throat, groping your breasts through all the silk and lace.

Just when you feel like cumming he pulls out and flips you over, reentering as he starts leaving bites on your neck. Panting beneath him, he has one hand over yours while the other unbuttons the back of your dress, giving him more room to plant kisses on your bare skin. Throughout all of this you look at Johnny, red in the face as he still keeps his gaze on the two of you. You looked at him until the force of your orgasm shuts your eyes closed, Gyro groaning against your ear as he releases inside of you.

He slumps on top of you, both of you panting in sync as Johnny still rubs one out. You reached your hand out, slighty scooting away from under Gyro, and wrapped it around his. You then moved away from him completely, shuddering as you felt his cock leave you and his cum beginning to run down your thighs. You made your way over to Johnny, dress slipping down your arms as you straddled him, him looking up at you as you caressed his face.

"You're gonna cheat on me so soon?" Gyro joked, you just laughing as you gazed into Johnny's eyes who smugly smiled. Moving his hand out of the way you pulled his member out and slid it inside yourself, the two of you gasping at the intrusion. Bouncing on his cock you leaned down and kissed him, Johnny tossing your veil away just to comb his fingers through your hair. Johnny then laid you on your side, fucking you like that while Gyro held him from behind as you two made out, grinding his newly hardened cock on his ass. Grabbing the lubricant you keep in the nightstand Gyro pulled his pants down and fingered him, Johnny groaning against your lips as he did so. Once significantly stretched out, Gyro rubbed the remaining fluid on himself and entered Johnny, crying into your mouth as he did. Gyro kissed his neck and then ripped his face away from yours just so he could kiss him. Soon enough simultaneously getting his cock clenched by your cunt and getting rammed in the ass by Gyro became too much for him and he reached his peak, Johnny burying his face in your breasts as he moaned during his release.

You came when he did, Gyro trailing soon after as he pumped his ass full of his cum. The two of your removed yourselves from him and flopped down on the bed, you cuddling up to him as Gyro wrapped his arms around his waist. You lifted his chin up, Johnny gazing tiredly at you until you said: "You know, if me and Gyro are legally married then that makes you our mistress."

Johnny scoffed, rolling his eyes while Gyro snickered.

Wedding trappings completely gone now you all lay bare beneath the same blanket, still holding on to one another.

"Maybe I could divorce Gyro later on and marry you then." You offered, Johnny laughing as Gyro huffed in offense

[violetganache42]

Hi, @shychick-52! I'm your Secret Santa for @duckblrsecretsanta2023! Here is a fancam/video edit I made of Gyro letting go of his past regrets and moving on to what the future has in store with BOYD. I hope you enjoyed the holidays and have a happy New Year!

[metriaaqua]

MASTERLIST

to be updated with more stuff very soon HOORAYYY

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IN THE WILD WILD WEST [Steel Ball Run Reader Insert]

[Name] [Surname] has a dream of becoming a famous writer. Every good writer needs a start, right? It seems like a cross-country race was a good choice! Besides, she’s been picking up horseback riding, so why not write about the experience and break those glass ceilings as she goes?

…Well, she’s got a lot to learn. Turns out things aren’t so easy for a woman these days. Between a horse race and the search for some Saint’s “corpse parts”, she can’t catch a break.

Seriously, this all started because of a damn race!

ANOMALIES AND DIAMONDS [Diamond is Unbreakable Reader Insert]

The quaint and small town of Morioh was a dream for those looking to get away from the bustling cities that littered Japan. [Name] [Surname] had started to think differently though. Regardless of her parents opinion, living here had started to become strange. Add a couple of supernatural events, a serial killer, and some new friends in the mix….

Oh, this is a recipe for disaster!

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BLOODY ORCHID [Steel Ball Run Modern AU x GN!Reader]

this one is a fanfic im writing slightly based off of two horror movies, scream/jennifer's body!! (DO U GUYS SEE MY VISION?!?!?!) i may post this here idk. its probably gonna be a fun little fic about college life at first but then it gets crazy?

You, Johnny, Gyro, and many other of your friends are trying to navigate the tribulations of college. One day, a brutal murder completely shakes the entire community to it's core. Everyone is a suspect...even you. Just a reminder, you can't trust anyone, not even yourself.

[bubuli-3110]

Light Headed

JJBA (SBR) Reaction GN Pronouns / GN Reader

HC: Johnny, Gyro, and Diego reacting to their S/O passing out from the heat after a long day of riding in the summer.

CW: None

Requests are: Open (JJBA, JJK, AOT, and KNY) Find my rules here.

Johnny

You and your horse were following behind Johnny and Slow Dancer for what seemed to be the entire day in the brutal summer heat. The weather was begining to take a toll on your as your body quickly became drenched in sweat. Your eyes were starting to blur and you tried your best to remain concious, but the next thing you knew, you were on the ground, ears ringing, unconcious.

When you came to a couple of moments later, your head was resting on Johnny's lap. He was looking down at you stroking your forehead gently. He used a wet piece of cloth to lay on your forehead, cooling you. His soft smile is what you'd see when you finally awake.

"You OK? You had me worried Y/N" He'd ask.

He'd make sure you're hydrated and properly rested before contiuing on. His priority was you.

"Next time tell me when you need a break Y/N. We can rest whenever."

Gyro

You and your horse were following behind Gryo and Valkyrie for what seemed to be the entire day in the brutal summer heat. Gyro was rambling on about something and it was only a a few minutes into his rant before your vision began to blur and body go numb. Then it happned. Everything went black. When you came too the first thing you realized is that someone was yelling.

"Y/N! Y/N! You better wake up! I'm not joking! This isn't funny!"

Then you felt someone shaking your shoulders violently which fully brought you back to reality. Once you got him to stop shaking you Gyro's face was a scowl.

"You Idiot, why didn't you tell me you needed a break? Now i'm the asshole." He sighs overdramaticlly.

He tosses his canteen over to you and turns away to avert your eyes.

"I was worried sick. Don't ever do that again Y/N." He says. The concern heavy in his voice. He's just a big softie when it comes to you no matter what he says.

Diego

You and your horse were following behind Diego and Silver Bullet for what seemed to be the entire day in the brutal summer heat. Most of your two's ride was carried out in silence, but the heat was making it hard to breathe normally and the next thing you knew, you fell to the ground with a thud and everything went black. When you came to, you were under the shade of a tree. Diego's canteen laying ontop of you. You sat up slowly taking a small drink looking around. Your horse was tied to the tree next to you. A little ways off , You could see Diego tending to silver bullet. He must have noticed you move, becuase he came over closer to you.

"Going past your limits like that is useless you know?! Next time trust me, will you? Seriously." He says rolling his eyes.

His tone was cold, but you knew he must have been worried sick from the way he restlessly fidgeted. You smiled to yourself noding in agreement with him.

"Since you seem to be in such good spirits now, Let's get going." He says hopping back on his horse.

[strawmariee]

Notas: Olá meus queridos leitores, como vocês estão? Bom, estou aqui com um prólogo de uma fic que eu tinha prometido há alguns meses que era baseado no filme De Repente 30. Esse aqui é apenas um pequeno prólogo para ver se vocês gostam da ideia!

Avisos: Besteirol puro; Essa capa será apenas temporária, mas eu amo muito ela, por isso a coloquei;

De Repente 30

Gyro Zeppeli x Leitora;

Acordo em meio ao susto enquanto escuto o barulho do meu despertador, berrando em meus ouvidos para que eu desperte logo. Suspirei cansada e cocei um dos meus olhos enquanto estico minha mão na direção do relógio e o silenciando de uma vez.

— PUTA QUE PARIU!

Berrei para o mundo todo escutar quando vi que o relógio mostrava uma hora a mais do que eu normalmente acordo! Levantei da cama em um pulo e fui até o meu guarda-roupa e peguei o meu uniforme, em seguida fui até o banheiro e escovei os meus dentes com tanta força que minhas gengivas quase rasgaram, sem exagero!

Coloquei o meu tênis casual e saí correndo para a cozinha, vendo minha mãe lavando a louça tranquilamente e me olhando de lado.

— Você está atrasada. — Ela diz com um sorrisinho irônico e eu pego um pão da vasilha e mordo ele em um piscar de olhos.

— Poxa, por que a senhora não me acordou?? — perguntei enquanto encho minha xícara com café e tomo de uma vez, quase me afogando.

— Ué minha filha, você já tem 17 anos! É assim que você quer convencer a mim e ao seu pai que você pode morar sozinha? — Ela responde com um sorriso vitorioso no rosto, me deixando mais vermelha.

— Mas isso tudo só aconteceu hoje!

— Logo no primeiro dia após você sugerir que pode fazer a faculdade dos seus sonhos em outro país. Será que isso não é um sinal de que você tem que fazer uma faculdade aqui?

— NÃO! Eu vou estudar fora!

Digo com uma forte determinação em minha voz e começo a comer o pão de uma única vez, sem nem engasgar! Assim que terminei, eu saí correndo de casa na direção da minha escola que fica levemente longe (Apenas uns simples 15 minutos caminhando…). Fico parada perto do semáforo enquanto bato meu pé esquerdo rapidamente no chão, e sorri quando o sinal de pedestre se abriu! No entanto…

— Com licença, minha jovem. — Olhei para o lado e foi quando eu vi um senhorzinho usando uma bengala para se manter em pé. — Poderia me ajudar a atravessar a rua?

Puta merda… Se eu ajudar ele, eu não vou chegar nunca na escola! Fico mirando ele até que aparece mini eus em cada ombro meu: Uma eu em forma de diabo no meu ombro direito e uma eu anjinha no meu ombro esquerdo.

— Você não é obrigada a ajudar esse velho! Afinal, você também não pode perder a sua aula de hoje, senão… Como você vai provar que pode morar sozinha? — A diabinha começou a falar e espeta levemente minha bochecha com a ponta do seu tridente.

— Não, não escuta ela! — A anjinha ao meu lado diz enquanto vira meu rosto para ela. — Ele é apenas um pobre senhor. E se ele tiver alguma família para alimentar? Ou se ele estiver indo buscar algum netinho para passear em um parque? Ou se-

— Mas me diga, ô franguinha, o que nós temos a ver com isso? — A diabinha pergunta ao mesmo tempo que vê a anjinha, que ficou vermelha de raiva.

— S-Só porque eu tenho asas não significa que eu sou uma franguinha!

— AI! EU TÔ PERDENDO MAIS TEMPO COM VOCÊS AQUI!! — Balancei minhas mãos em meus ombros enquanto espanto aquelas duas.

— Oh, mil perdões se estou lhe incomodando senhorita…

— N-Não é isso! Eu… — Ao longe, consegui até mesmo ouvir a risadinha da mini capetinha, e isso me fez suspirar enquanto olho para o semáforo. — Ok, eu vou lhe ajudar.

— Eu fico extremamente agradec-

Me posicionei na frente dele e o carreguei em minhas costas enquanto ando o mais rápido possível naquela faixa de pedestre. Graças a Deus sempre escutei o Popeye e comi muito espinafre!

— S-Senhorita, seria melhor acelerar mais um pouco.

— Oh shit…

Arregalei os olhos ao ver que o sinal de pedestre já estava piscando, e eu ainda estava no meio da faixa! Inspirei fundo e comecei a correr e segurei o senhorzinho firmemente para que ele não caísse. Em um pulo cheguei na calçada e rapidamente coloquei ele em um banco.

— Pronto! — digo com uma voz ofegante e me despeço enquanto invoco o Flash dentro de mim e volto a correr para o infer- para a escola!

— Que Deus lhe abençoe!

Olha, sinceramente espero que ele me abençoe e muito! As únicas coisas que eu peço é chegar a tempo nessa escola e um remédio para a dor nas costas que estou sentindo agora!

⸺☆⸺

Cheguei rapidamente no portão da escola e vi que ele estava trancado. Meu coração gelou, sequer uma vez tinha chego atrasada! Bati naquele portão com toda a minha força e consegui ver a cara do porteiro da escola.

— Quer surpresa senhorita S/n, nunca achei que veria você se atrasar.

— Senhor Ringo, pelo amor de Deus, me deixe entrar! — digo em desespero enquanto continuo a bater no portão.

— Sinto muito, são normas da escola. — Ele diz enquanto ajeita o seu relógio de pulso.

— Beleza, então vou escalar o muro! — digo e então jogo a minha mochila por cima do muro da escola, espantando o senhor Ringo.

— O que pensa que está fazendo?!

— O que eu disse que faria: Escalar o muro!

Respondo enquanto dou alguns passos para trás, pegando impulso e alcançando o topo do muro com a minha mão. Olha, sou quase um canguru!

— Saia daí imediatamente, senão chamarei o diretor Steel!

— Qualé seu Ringo, quebra esse galho pra mim! — peço enquanto ainda me mantenho pendurada no muro.

— De jeito nenhum!

— Deixa ela entrar, senhor Ringo. — Me espantei e me soltei do muro ao mesmo tempo, e revirei os olhos quando vi ele ali do meu lado: Esse maldito Zeppeli. — Sabemos que a princesa nunca se atrasa, deve ter acontecido algo para esse evento inovador. — Ele se vira para mim enquanto mantém as mãos dentro dos bolsos do casaco, e logo sorri, mostrando aqueles dentes esquisitos. — Pelo oque estou vendo, deve ter tido alguma briga com um mendigo.

— Como é que é, seu idiota?! — digo em um tom claramente irritado e sem paciência ao ver esse sorrisinho e ouvir essas piadinhas irritantes. — Não me faça arrancar esses seus dentes podres um por um!

— Eita que hoje ela acordou bravinha, nyo-ho!~

— Ora, seu filho da-

— PAREM VOCÊS DOIS DE BRIGAR NA FRENTE DO PORTÃO! — Seu Ringo grita enquanto nos encara. — E você acha que tem moral, Zeppeli?! Visto que você também está atrasado?!

— Ah, eu acabei me atrasando porque tava resolvendo algumas coisas importantes com o meu pai. — Observei melhor o pescoço dele e vi vários chupões ali, oque me fez revirar de novo os olhos.

— Aham, com certeza! Aposto que você estava tentando tirar alguma garota da sua casa sem seu pai ver.

Ele olhou para mim com os olhos arregalados, mas em segundos ele voltou com aquele sorriso ridículo.

— Nyo-ho, não precisa ficar com ciúmes minha querida gnoma, eu sou apenas seu se você quiser~

— Não tô nem desesperada, seu loiro azedo!

Ouvimos o portão da escola se abrir, e logo meu humor mudou bastante quando olhei para o senhor Ringo.

— Vão logo, se eu ficar mais um minuto perto de vocês é capaz de eu colocar minha cabeça entre essa parede e o portão para esmagar ela.

— Obrigada senhor Ringo! Já disse que o senhor além de ser lindo é um ótimo trabalhador??

— SUMAM LOGO DAQUI!

— Ai, grosso!

Gyro e eu dissemos ao mesmo tempo e então peguei a minha mochila do chão e rapidamente caminhei para a escola, finalmente podendo respirar mais tranquilamente ao ver que só agora o sinal tinha batido! Ufa, bem a tempo!

Continua?

[sikyurame]

Not gonna lie, Gyro being ex-FOWL is an au I can get behind

[jojosbizzarewife]

k well... now it's my turn, I'll be direct: which characters would eat yer ass, and i mean as if it were their last meal👀👀👀

dw you can ignore this if is too kinky for you🥴🥴

Bootylicious 😈

Speedwagon, Joseph, Caesar, Polnareff, Mikitaka, Yuya, Mista, Diavolo, Risotto, Gwess, Gyro, Norisuke

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Speedwagon

Anytime you two indulge in backdoor play, he is insistent on taking his time prepping you every way he can - does not want to hurt you at all

Joseph

More eager to eat your ass than to eat Squid ink pasta - says so, often

Caesar

Eats your front for hours and immediately goes to the back for seconds - also once referred to it as "caesar tossing salad"

Polnareff

Service bottom (had to do it to him) - would do it for your enjoyment more than his, he loves watching you get off

Mikitaka

Nothing is too weird or "out there" for him. Definitely the type of guy to say his favourite place in all of space is Uranus

Yuya Fungami

Like a man STARVED - after he gets out of the hospital, he keeps saying he needs a "full meal" to stay healthy

Mista

He's hungrier than the bullets for your ass - would schedule "snack time" every day of you'd let him

Diavolo

Uses king crimson to eat your ass and front at the same time

Risotto

When he's particularly stressed, he will tell you to undress and put your hands on his desk so he can eat your ass - and don't move them unless you want to be punished.

Gwess

Her favourite thing to do when she's in control, loves eating your ass while you're pressed up against the wall after night checks - keeps telling you to stay quiet unless you want to get caught

Gyro

Obsessed with your ass, 'let's you beat him in a race just so he can look at your butt' kind of obsessed. Would order your ass as his last meal. Also, anytime you ask him if he's hungry, he's going to request your ass

Norisuke

When I say this man worships your body, I mean every inch of your body - will spend hours making out with your tight little hole

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Bad Horsie - Yandere! Johnny Joestar x Reader x Yandere! Gyro Zeppeli

Reader’s horse has a stand and of course is protective of their owner, both Gyro and Johnny fume over this as this animal blocks them at every move. This was supposed to be a joke post for April fools awhile go, less comedic than I was intending so it’s not gonna be right on April fools. Horse’s name : Bastille

Stand : Bad Horsie (Namesake ; Steve Vai - Bad Horsie)

You and Bastille probably had one of the strongest bonds one could possibly have with each other. Even Mountain Tim himself made an observation of this, which made you proud. Your father had given him to you a few years prior to entering the Steel Ball Run. A horse that was supposedly stubborn with other riders, just happened to click with you. So, you made sure to treat him right, give him the love he deserved and the both of you could communicate with grace.

Something that came heavily in handy in this arduous journey across the United States. Though it wasn’t just the two of you alone not like you thought it would have been. You wished it was that way, but life had thrown you a terrifying hardball consisting of two racers. The British born Johnny Joestar and Italian Gyro Zeppeli, who you only had considered allies to get you through this disaster of a race.

Bastille was your rock keeping you sane around those two, their romantic interest suddenly blossoming in a hell-scape of stand users. Your lovely horse knew this, the nervousness in your heart as you handled the reigns. He’d always eyeball the two of them when they were camping down for the night or when you hit a checkpoint. So he made it known to you to give as much pets as you wanted.

However as the trek went on, the atmosphere became suffocating. Bastille could feel it even as the two of you kept in sync, trying your best to either ride behind or in front of those two men. As much as there was to worry about venomous snakes or other apex predators, they seemed easier to deal with in this scenario. Perhaps this horse couldn’t get the complete situation down, but if you were in danger it would help instinctively or otherwise.

You knew your lovely companion had a stand but never divulged this to the men you were traveling with. You felt rather guilty relying on your own horse for protection, but if he wanted to you knew there wasn’t stopping him. Just retroactively planning things carefully so you and him could cross that finish line.

While you tried to keep your distance from these two, as much as they would allow they would take advantage of this to talk about your horse. This was literally the only reason for the past few weeks that you managed to get any kind of break. They knew for certain your furry friend knew this even if you didn’t consciously realize.

“The way their horse acts it’s interesting isn’t it?” Gyro said breaking a small silence the two of them.

Johnny’s blue eyes glanced over briefly “It’s not too hard to differentiate, horses do have emotions but I can tell there’s something more to him”

Gyro nodded along “How long have you been suspecting him being something more?”

The blond admitted he couldn’t shake a certain feeling from the very start of the race. Gyro’s eyes in turn widened a bit before resettling.

“Tch…so I’ve been getting dirt flung in my face on purpose by that cheeky prick for a little while now” The male smirked with a small gleam of his teeth.

Joestar himself sighed, he was frustrated by Bastille himself. He never really counted on being on the defensive against a horse of all things. Considering they were chasing corpse parts, this should hardly be any surprise to either of them. Johnny would never hesitate in taking a humans life to keep you to himself, Your horse complicated things for the race at least.

“Think it has a stand?” Gyro tossed another question out “If he wants to protect them that bad, I can’t rule that out as an impossibility”

“Wouldn’t be surprised, y/n loves that horse to death and of course they wouldn’t bother telling us about it”

“Damn, that’s true…” He clicked his tongue in annoyance, not for the potential fact your horse could’ve helped during certain face offs. Or the fact it was only focused on you and vice versa stung his heart. You’re cute trying to hide everything from him and Johnny though. As for Bastille, he wasn’t about to let a damn horse of all things keep him away from his darling.

The two of them decided to stitch together a timeline of sorts of your mighty steed’s actions. Johnny recalling a few times during the night he’d see your horse move it’s pitch closer when it could tell when he was staring at you during the night. Not to mention the close proximity of blocking his view of you by the morning. Or it pulling back when if felt your discomfort at him getting close to you while running.

Biggest thing Johnny had happen to him was almost having his head crushed in. He’d admit he was being nosy in attempting to get a hold of a diary you had, just to see if you were trying to write something to a potential significant other. Which he’d promptly burn without care if you had one if he had actually gotten a hold of it.

Gyro on the other hand had as he said dirt flung in his face various times. The intense flirtatious comments he’d make occasionally would sometimes occur. Almost getting knocked off balance if you tensed up enough. Or his belongings on Valkyrie getting strewn about, to distract the Italian from being in your presence. Or somehow slipping into a waterhole even though he knew for certain he had good balance and grip.

Johnny wouldn’t lie, he kinda chuckled at that last one at the time.

In literally any normal scenario anyone would take a hint. But Johnny and Gyro didn’t quite see it as protecting you. They were pouncing for more attention from you than they already greedily lapped up.

That evening when you all decided to pitch up camp for the night however would unknowingly unravel everything.

That evening you were the one to start the fire, the wood and kindling already gathered. You felt nervous that you weren’t able to catch another respite from these two. Keeping you right in their line of sight. Sighing you informed Gyro the fire was ready and he decided to start dinner with steadfastness. However he insisted you help him this time around.

“You know, that horse of yours sure does love you” Gyro abruptly brought up while tending to cutting up something with his knife.

“uh yeah I’d think so?” You do your best to shrug off the comment

“Something seems interesting about yours behavior wise” He responded cryptically.

“What’s your point?”

A smirk rises on his face, his green eyes cutting into your own.

“I’m just saying your horse seems to act on things with purpose”

You could feel your heartbeat race a bit faster than usual, this wasn’t the first time but this was a little different. A snort came from the distance, Bastille looking to your eyes clearly disgruntled. Shortly after you saw Gyro pointing towards him.

“There’s only so many times something could be an accident, and you know it don’t you?”

You swallowed nervously when Gyro projected his voice a bit louder. You knew who he was referring to, and when his eyes settled down back to yours you went cold.

“It’s not very nice keeping things from your lovers you know” Your eyes darted over to Johnny whose own stare was ice cold.

“Now, I’m a little more forgiving than Johnny is…Bastille would probably be dead by now if we weren’t searching for the corpse parts or were in a race” Something you absolutely took to be true when you saw the blond facing down an enemy.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw something pierce the ground, causing Bastille to move erratically in dodging. Quickly rising to your feet to attempt to assist him. But the sensation of a steel ball on your leg made you twist in a way you never felt before. Gyro quickly sought to catch you and hold you back into his vice grip.

“Bastille stop! Stop!” You shouted as he stomped his hooves aggressively, knowing he would try to attack Johnny. Gyro too if he hadn’t been so preoccupied. It pained you to say such a thing when you knew for certain they started this on purpose.

“You could give it up all right now and try to fight Johnny and I off, abandon the race completely” The Italian man stated with smugness.

“But I’ll make sure you’re unable to run in anyway I can” He hummed “I can hurt you just enough that I need help you like I do Johnny~, but not enough to disqualify you from the race”

You bit your lip as he squeezed his arms closer around your body.

“So what’ll be? Can’t wait to hear your answer”

[deusluxuria]

i feel like if jjba had songs in it like a musical, the absolute saddest/most broadway-worthy bangers of romantic songs would be the gyjo ones. it's obvious in canon that they both come from pretty soul-crushing backgrounds that are also very similar, so i think that would make their relationship even more meaningful (and also the chemistry they have in canon is just wow, romantic or not).

[cherrydott]

did u know your bfs tail doubles as a free fidget toy share for more hashtag lifehacks

[tokuvivor]

DuckTales Character Songs! (Part 2)

Alright, now we’re cooking here! This time around, I’m going to be focusing on important recurring characters that debuted in Season 1.

Again, giving some brainstorming credit on this to @glowyjellyfish, plus, also, a little bit to @shychick-52, since one of these is in her pinned list.

Flintheart Glomgold

Rasputin by Boney M.

Ah, Rasputin. The Russian mystic who wouldn’t die. And like Rasputin, Glomgold is a very fiery, polarizing character who will say and do anything to get to the top, even if he has to resort to power beyond his normal means (not unlike The 87 Cent Solution!)

Bradford Buzzard

Takin’ Care of Business by Bachman-Turner Overdrive

He didn’t really have a bigger role until Season 3, but he still counts for here! Anyway, Bradford is very serious, by-the-book, and business-oriented, so this song works perfectly for him.

Ma Beagle and the Beagle Boys

Bad Boys by Inner Circle from Cops

Pretty self-explanatory here. Moving on.

Gyro Gearloose

The Scientist by Coldplay

Yes, the title is obvious. But the lyrics can be seen as speaking more to his guilt over his past actions (“Nobody said it was easy, it’s such a shame for us to part,” “I was just guessing at numbers and figures, pulling the puzzles apart,” etc.), such as what happened at Tokyolk and with the Spear of Selene.

Lena

Demons by Imagine Dragons

All throughout Season 1 (and even in later episodes), Lena had personal demons regarding Magica that she couldn’t easily shake. Like the lyrics said, she wanted to hide the truth from Webby and everyone else, but there was nowhere to hide. And she always kept up walls that prevented her from getting too close to people (“Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside.”) And even after she broke from Magica’s control, she was worried that she could still turn out bad, but with the help of others, especially Webby and Violet, she was able to overcome those demons in her mind.

Gladstone Gander

Life Has Been Good to Me by Randy Newman

Gladstone is a naturally lucky character. Whatever happens in the game of life, the dice roll in his favor. I guess other than the events leading up to and within The House of the Lucky Gander!, life is good to him.

Mark Beaks

How Bad Can I Be? by Ed Helms from The Lorax

Life is all about survival of the fittest at times. You gotta do what it takes to survive, even if it means screwing others over. That mindset is 100% Beaks to me. The last half of the song, especially, where the Once-ler is bragging about his business and building an economy, absolutely screams Beaks to me.

Zeus, Storkules, and Selene

Zeus: The Gospel Truth by Lillias White, LaChanze, Roz Ryan, Cheryl Freeman, and Vaneese Thomas from Hercules

Storkules: The Harder They Come by Jimmy Cliff

Selene: Song About the Moon by Paul Simon

I feel it would only be appropriate if I put the three deities of Ithaquack together. First off, I kinda had to throw a Hercules song in there somewhere, and this one brilliantly tells the story of how Zeus came to power. On the second note, Storkules is absolutely a pillar of strength, and he’s very determined, too. Just like the real-life myth and the movie, he will take on any and all opponents, no matter how big or daunting they may be. Finally, we have Selene, the goddess of the moon. The moon is very powerful, graceful, and beautiful, just as she is. The song here explains how in order to write a song about the moon, you need to capture its features, its essence. And in order to write a song about the heart or a face, tie it back to writing about the moon. It just shows how influential the moon can be, just as Selene is in making decisions as a goddess.

[finsblogs]

Imagine being together with Gyro and Johnny for years and years they both want to marry you. You love them both of course however you can only legally be married to one of them. This was a contention of pride between them so they would always be trying to convince you on who to marry.

After many nights of them negging you to pick ("Doesn't (X) Joestar sound nice?" "But (X) Zeppeli has such a nice ring to it!") you declared you'll marry whoever has the shortest name before going back to sleep.

You only rested your eyes for 5 seconds before they brought back up again.

Eventually you would all find yourselves in want of children and that's when you got your greatest idea yet: you would marry whoever fathered the child you bore.

Gyro and Johnny just looked to eachother and grinned.

It would be nonstop weeks of them trying to knock you up; hardly a night passed without each of them taking turns breeding you, pounding you without rest. One would take you as you rested your head in the lap of the other, laying kisses on you as they called you pretty.

In the days Gyro would try to cheat and take you out into the stables, pulling both your pants down and taking you from behind, you gripping tightly onto the stalls as he completely wrecked you. You could only imagine what the horses were thinking when this was going on.

Johnny would catch wind of this and when he got his chance he convinced you to bathe together with him, you just standing in the tub while Johnny dragged a sponge down your stomach, hips, and thighs, eventually leaning his head in and licking you, as if thinking he could just clean out Gyro's seed, not that you minded of course. Then when you released he would pull you down and make you ride him, water sloshing about as he tried to put a baby in you.

Then came a time where they both wanted you, Gyro holding you from behind and kissing one side of your neck while Johnny fondled you from the front and kissed the other. You held them close even as they made out over your shoulder when one of them suggested taking you at the same time. It was a tight stretch but you were able to take them both. The two of them rocked into you, groaning as they felt themselves slide against the other. It felt like a river flowing out of you when they released, an absolute flood rolling down your thighs when they pulled themselves out (Gyro sticking his fingers inside in an attempt to plug you up only to be swatted away by Johnny).

You laid back on the bed with each of them holding your hands and pressing kisses, feeling exhausted and utterly loved.

Now imagine the looks on their faces when 9 months later you would give birth to twins, both having soft curls the same color as your hair but only one having Gyro's vibrant green eyes and the other having Johnny's baby blues (with a little star on their shoulder too no less)