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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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bathed in moonlight

wc: ~3.3k

pairing: johnny joestar x fem!reader

warnings: nudity, nonsexual intimacy (bathing together), fem!reader pretending to be a man for the steel ball run

Your life is simple. Quiet. You work on your family’s farm, the only child to two loving parents. You take on a lot, both emotionally and physically, familial burdens becoming your own to bear as soon as you could help on the property.

The burden gets heavier the winter before the Steel Ball Run. Your back bows and threatens to crack and splinter when your mother falls ill and the responsibility of both mother and daughter comes to rest on your shoulders. You tend to the animals when you can, clean the house, cook the food. All the while, your aunt and uncle who have come to stay in the wake of your mother’s illness to care for her and assist you and your father, talk in hushed tones, blaming you for your family’s misfortune. You’re not doing enough. Well, maybe if they had a son or more money things would be different.

Your father can only tell them off so many times before their words start to seep through your skin, covering your bones in a dark, cloudy haze. You take on more responsibility, eager to prove yourself. To do something.

Months later, a newspaper you find in the corner store changes everything. A horse race with a generous cash prize is set to be held in September — The Steel Ball Run. Your father taught you to ride when you were just a kid. Hours of your youth spent in the warm summer sun working with your horse before your mother rang the dinner bell. You know it won’t be easy, but you know you have to try, even if your family won’t approve.

You spend the next few weeks hoarding supplies, stuffing them into closets and hiding them in the stables, chipping away at all of the things you’ll need, and on the night you plan to leave you press a kiss to your parents’ cheeks, and go to bed, heart turning to lead in your chest.

That night, when the moon is high, and the house has fallen silent, you pull your father’s clothes from beneath your bed — an old pair of pants with a rip in the knee, a loose button up shirt, and an old cowboy hat — and tiptoe down the rickety wooden stairs, careful to avoid the creaky boards along the way, and disappear into the night.

As you ride, the wind whipping in your hair, and the moon casting shadows over the landscape, you assume a new identity, one of a man on the hunt for a new beginning. You’re sure you won’t be the only one, and you’ll be able to slip right through the cracks. And though you’re leaving your home behind, everything you’ve known growing more minuscule with each beat of your horse’s hooves, you feel hopeful — like a grand adventure is waiting just beyond the horizon.

The moment you meet Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli is the moment your life becomes infinitely more complicated. They’re nice, friendly despite Gyro’s initial intention to kill you for so much as looking at him. But hey, all budding friendships have their hiccups, right? You travel with them and find safety in their numbers, though getting wrapped up in their scheme to find the parts of a mysterious corpse wasn’t exactly high on your to-do list.

The only times you ever hesitate, the only times you ever find your voice losing the confident vibrato of the man you’re masquerading as is when it’s time to bathe. At inns, tucked neatly along the streets at each checkpoint, it’s easy. Harmless. You can sneak away and conceal your true form behind closed doors and shower curtains. But with the sky overhead and a babbling brook acting as your only chance at freshening up, your fingers wring the soft fabric of your bandana.

You weave intricate excuses, using a different one each time, hoping, praying the boys don’t catch on.

“Oh, I was going to eat first.”

“Someone needs to collect the firewood.”

“I’m just not used to bathing around other people yet.”

And the first few times it works, Gyro doesn’t think a thing of it, looking at Johnny as he dunks his head beneath the water, and raising his shoulders to shrug. “Eh, some guys just have their things, ya know?”

Johnny nods reluctantly, but feels there’s something else going on. Something you’re not telling them. He knows you’re not an enemy stand user, you’re not out to get them or kill them in their sleep. He’s certain you would’ve done it by now if that was your true intention, but there’s something else.

He ends up discovering your secret entirely by accident.

Sure he’s suspicious of what you’re hiding, and sure he wants to get to the bottom of it, but he’s not a creep. Honest. He didn’t mean to walk in on you just as you were pulling your night shirt down over your head, curves and smooth skin on display. As his entire face burns, he’s at least thankful all he saw was your back.

You whip around at the sound of his strangled gasp, and your face ignites. At the same time, you both frantically mumble, “Oh my god.”

You’re speaking over each other as you race to kick your door shut, pulling Johnny into your room with a harsh tug.

“‘M really sorry. I didn’t mean to barge in! Yer door was open and I just thought-”

“How much did you see? How long have you been here? Do not tell Gyro or I will-”

Words and questions rush from your mouths like waterfalls, only stopping when you finally huff, running a weary hand through your hair. “It’s fine,” you start, only to repeat yourself when Johnny opens his mouth. “It’s fine. Just please, Johnny. Don’t tell Gyro.”

The desperate plea in your voice pulls the strings of his heart taut, and he’d do anything you ask if it meant he’d never have to hear that broken, aching sound again. His brows crease, and his face softens. “I won’t.” And as the clock behind you ticks to fill the silence, he adds, “I promise.”

In the days that follow, you hold your breath, waiting for the pin to drop, for the dynamics to finally shift. But that shift never comes. Johnny keeps your secret to himself, treating you just as he always did. Gratitude blooms in your chest, and you find yourself smiling whenever Johnny does, fixing him with a honeyed expression, like you’re seeing him in a new light.

You sit nearly shoulder to shoulder by campfire light, you eat meals at the same time, and when Gyro isn’t babbling away, the two of you make quiet conversation to fill the silence. It’s nice, feeling like you can finally ease the ache in your shoulders. The burden has shifted, if only just slightly, and you’re grateful to Johnny for taking on some of its weight.

“Wanna set up here?” Johnny asks, bringing Slow Dancer to a stop at a quiet clearing. The grassy patch is a ways off the path, concealed by trees and dotted with flowers. You hear the dull babbling of a river just down the hill. An oasis. “I think we should rest sooner than later now that the sun is starting to set.”

The ache in your back shoots up your spin and you roll your shoulders. “Yes please. I don’t think I have anything else in me.”

You all dismount and begin spreading out, setting up tents and crafting a little circle of rocks for a small fire. And as you chuck your bag to the ground, Gyro approaches you with a proposition.

“I’m gonna bathe now, I’ll make dinner once I get out if you find the firewood.”

“You’ve got a deal.”

He ruffles your hair, before shooting Johnny a look. “You comin’?”

Johnny's gaze flickers between you and Gyro for a moment, pensive, before he replies, “I’ll take a dip later, wanna rest for a minute.”

Gyro holds up his hands and sets a towel over his shoulder. “Suit yourself.”

“Do ya need help with the wood?”

“No, I think I got it, Johnny. Thank you.”

By the time you come back, bundles of sticks in your hands, Gyro’s already setting up a pot to boil water, wet hair clinging to the back of his night shirt. When you drop the pile, he grins at you appreciatively. “Thanks.”

With Gyro’s attention elsewhere, you and Johnny sneak off down the hill, excited to have your own time in the river.

You perch your things on a rock before hesitantly locking eyes with Johnny. He knows your secret, and with the sun setting, he probably won’t be able to make much out anyway. Yet you feel bare, vulnerable even now, fully clothed.

As if sensing your trepidation, Johnny pulls his hat off. “I’ll, uh, I’ll go first.”

You turn your back and let Johnny strip and get in, and once he gives you the all clear, you fiddle with one of the buttons on your shirt. “Just-... Just don’t look.”

You slowly unbutton your shirt, and Johnny shuts his eyes, the cool water of the river already kneading the ache from his joints. “I won’t.”

“I don’t want a repeat of last time.” A flutter, and a soft thud follow. Johnny figures you must have lost your shirt and your hat. He doesn’t dare peek.

“It was an accident.”

“It’s the principle of the thing.”

The smile that forms on Johnny’s face is lazy, teasing. “Alright, alright.”

Johnny hears you hiss. “Shit, it’s cold.” You dip into the water until only from your shoulders up remains above its surface. “You can open up.”

He almost wishes he hadn’t opened them at all. You have a bar of soap in hand, your hair clinging to the back of your neck with water. His eyes trace along the smooth curve of your neck, watching as the delicate lines kiss your collarbones and shoulders. The setting sun catches the water droplets that cling to your skin, bathing you in tiny flecks of pink and orange. Your body glitters like a jewel as you rinse away the grime and sweat from a long day of traveling. You’re so beautiful Johnny fears he may never be the same.

In that moment, he understands artists and their muses. He understands why someone would painstakingly mix colors and stare, memorizing features and curves and lines. He understands how love inspires art.

And he wants to die when you smile, this tiny sheepish thing that Johnny thinks stops his heart in his chest. You duck beneath the water’s surface until it reaches your chin. “My eyes are up here, ya know.”

Pushing a hand in his direction, you send a gentle spray of water barreling towards his face, and it's then that Johnny decides he needs to get his mind out of the gutter; shifting focus to start washing his hair.

With his back to you, you can admire the strong muscles you find there. His pretty blond waves are darkened by water and slicked back away from his forehead. They brush along his shoulders and bring your attention to the pale skin of his shoulders, inhabited by tiny freckles, constellations trapped right on his skin. You wonder if you’ll ever get close enough to connect the dots, to find patterns in the speckled curves of his shoulders. You want to give names to those tiny stars, to kiss them.

“What-“ Johnny looks like a deer in headlights as he emerges from the water, fresh from dunking his head to wash away the shampoo. “What’re you looking at?”

The shimmer of the water, deep blue tones mixing with the same oranges and pinks that paint your skin, catch the light blue of his eyes, and you feel like you could drown in them. Johnny in the light of that setting sun, eyes sparkling, hair shimmering like precious, golden threads, is a sight you wish to burn into your memory, to covet.

Now it’s your turn to feel caught red handed, vulnerability prickling your bare skin. You speak without thinking. “You’re so…” You struggle to identify the right word, and when you can’t conjure one, you hope that what you do find will be enough to articulate what you’re thinking. “You’re so pretty, Johnny.”

And despite the silence that follows, and the awkward tension that hangs, thick and heavy, in the air, Johnny can’t bring himself to refute you. If he didn’t know you better, he’d wave a hand, tell you you’re full of shit or that you’re just trying to butter him up, but he does know better; and it’s that exact thought that sends his heart racing back to life. It’s a compliment he’ll only accept from you — an angel amongst men. And Johnny’s certain that angels can’t lie.

You watch as his wet cheeks flush, eyes downcast as you catch the tiniest ghost of a smile on his lips. His response is quiet, bashful, and it makes you want to hide your smile beneath the surface of the water. “Thanks.”

Any walls that remained between you have been reduced to rubble, and as the moon begins to peek over the trees, you feel comfortable, more relaxed now that the daylight has made way for night. You fall into murmured conversation and the warm hues of the sun morph into the silver beams of the moon, floating together with your skin feeling refreshed and bodies feeling slack. Your hand brushes over Johnny’s beneath the cool surface of the river.

When the conversation lulls, Johnny worries his lip between his teeth, his brows furrowing.

“What?” You ask, tilting your head and squinting at him in the moonlight. “What is it?”

Johnny looks at you for a long moment. He’s nervous. He runs through a list of things he could say, but even now, with your hand in his and your shoulder brushing against his own, he can’t form the words in his throat.

You’re so pretty it hurts. My heart is hammering against my ribs so fiercely, I’m afraid it’ll burst right out of my chest. If you keep touching me, looking at me like that, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself anymore. You’ve ignited a fire in my belly that I’ll never be able to extinguish.

He opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off by rapidly approaching footsteps.

Johnny hisses. “It’s Gyro.”

You have to act, and you have to act now. Either you arouse suspicion and stay put, jeopardizing your precious secret, or you hide - somewhere, somehow, and leave Johnny to fill in the gaps. Deciding on the latter, you scramble up to the bank of the river and practically throw yourself behind a bush, praying you’re out of sight of both Johnny and Gyro. You don’t think you can stomach the blow to your ego being caught naked, and now covered in mud (again), would deal.

“Hey, you need help getting out?” Gyro asks when he approaches the edge of the water. “You’ve been down here awhile.

It’s only then that Johnny notices the way his fingertips have started to prune. “Oh, no.” He rushes to answer, “‘m fine. Just got lost thinkin’ about stuff.”

Gyro’s only half listening, gaze fixated on a pile of clothes amongst the rocks. Your clothes. Johnny’s chest tightens.

“What’s this doing here?” Pressing further, Gyro asks if you finally manned up and joined Johnny to bathe. Johnny catches sight of your soaps, sitting just out of eye-line on a rock behind some thickets, and some of the tension eases from his shoulders — less to explain away.

“Oh, he came down and… went around the bend that way,” Johnny nods his head towards the left. “Wanted some privacy, I think.”

You’re shivering from your spot in the bush, branches poking your ribs and leaves getting trapped in your hair. So much for getting cleaned up.

“You’re a shit liar, Johnny.”

It’s almost like a horror novel, the way your body stills, the way your breath catches in your throat. Shit shit shit. Your heart races, and you worry that somehow Gyro will hear it.

“Wha-”

“You don’t have to play coy with me Johnny, I can see it plain as day.”

Johnny has never wanted to curl up and die so badly in his life. Gyro had figured out your secret all on his own, and is content to rub it in Johnny’s face. Torture him with it.

“You finally told him you like him… I gotta hand it to you, I never thought you’d have it in you.”

Johnny stands corrected.

“What’re you-? Gyro that’s not-” Johnny can't even form a coherent sentence under Gyro’s smug gaze, and knowing you’re sitting behind that bush, listening to this shit only serves to add fire to the warmth pooling in his cheeks, boiling up to the tips of his ears.

You have to bring a hand up to cover your mouth.

Gyro clicks his tongue with a wag of his finger, head shaking and ruffling his dirty blond hair. “You don’t have to explain it to me. Trust me, I get it. Our lil riding partner’s pretty easy on the eyes. If you ever need some time alone, I can make myself scarce, ya know? Collect some firewood, maybe hunt a little or something. However long you need.”

Johnny can hear the smirk in Gyro’s tone more than see it in the dark of the evening. He struggles to collect himself. “It’s not like that.”

“Mm,” Gyro hums, “sure it’s not.” He raises his voice a little, ensuring that you both can hear what comes next, “In any case, food’s done whenever you two lovebirds are ready to eat.”

Johnny’s face burns as he watches Gyro disappear back to camp and out of sight, and just as he brings his gaze back towards the smooth surface of the water, you’re climbing back in. He catches an unfiltered glimpse at your curves, the expanse of your legs, the plush of your hips. His eyes squeeze shut and he feels like he’s suffering from acute heat stroke. Johnny knows the visage of your body, sinking into the water, bathed in moonlight that clings to your skin like a silver gown, will haunt his dreams until the end of time. Aphrodite has been plucked from her throne amongst the Gods and dropped right in the lap of some disgraced jockey from Kentucky.

He can’t possibly face you now can he? He’s not prepared to meet a goddess.

“I-” You look up at Johnny through your lashes, water clinging to them from your journey back into the river. You seem almost bashful, shy. Johnny’s heart skips a beat.

“He’s an idiot.” Is all Johnny can bring himself to tell you.

You giggle, and Johnny thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. “He is.”

A quiet moment passes before you’re back where you started, hand closing over his own as you settle before him, backlit by the full light of the moon. “I meant what I said earlier.”

With the way you carefully examine the slope of his nose, the way your gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips and back again with a look Johnny can only describe as reverence, the man has no choice. He believes you, just as he had before. He captures your cheek in his palm, as if doing so will stop you from returning to the heavens, disappearing before his eyes.

Johnny brings you closer, lips ghosting over yours. “I know.”

#johnny joestar x reader #johnny joestar imagine #jjba x reader #jjba imagines #steel ball run x reader #steel ball run imagine #johnny joestar fluff

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llutik · 2 months

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i think it's not my place to speak but the way johnnys disability was treated at the end of steel ball run feels wrong

he can walk a bit... as a treat <3 (the entirety of steel ball run is his physiotherapy)

#my art #jjba #jjba fanart #steel ball run #sbr #jojos bizarre adventure #johnny joestar #rina higashikata #jojo #jojo part 7 #man there's really fifteen different ways to tag jojo isn't it.#i really wanted to imagine cute scenarios with him and rina but he just seems too mean and awkward.#the johnny joestar legend in jojolion made their marriage seem so magical but i feel like the reality of it was much more mundane #he is still disabled for the rest of his life #he is defined by his stubbornness and drive to overcome it to me

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jigsawgirlie · 4 months

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okay to be vulnerable

(fluff!johnny joestar x reader)

(authors note)

spoiler warning if you haven’t gotten at least halfway through sbr; also is the jojo fandom even still alive on here?? there’s a severe lack of johnny fluff and your girl is here to deliver.

Gyro had been asleep for the past hour; not a sound stirred from his dormant tent. You and Johnny sat by the small fire Gyro had started prior to slumping down and snoring like a bear.

You and Johnny were quiet. The silence was not awkward, nor was it deafening, it was merely silence. The mosquitos surrounding you both creating small stirs in the mostly quiet night.

Staring briefly at Johnny you watched as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, staring at the embers as they burned. The expression on his face was blank, and filled with thoughts. You tilted your head, silently memorizing all of his features. If you live to see the day all of this mess is over with you pray you’ll remember just how ethereal he looks right now.

Idiotically, you must of made your staring too obvious. Shifting his gaze Johnny noticed your staring. “Is something wrong?” He asked, facing towards you. You ignore his question, instead prompting one for him, “What are you thinking about?”

He’s surprised by your question - that much is evident in his body language. He stares for a moment before scratching his forearm and staring into the fire once more.

You sigh, disappointed he didn’t want to further conversate with you. Perhaps it was still too soon for him to have garnered your trust.

Nearly accepting defeat you walk away, stopping at your tent and looking once at Johnny. You stare as he sits uncomfortably, swatting at mosquitos and holding his body close to himself.

An idea pops into your head. Trusting your intuition, you grab a small blanket left near your belongings. Begrudgingly, you walked quietly back towards Johnny, holding the woolen blanket in your arms.

You make your presence known to Johnny, squatting down close to him. His focus is now entirely onto you, and the close proximity between the two of you.

You smile softly, and give him a look with your eyes, one that begs for trust. When his eyes soften, you smile gently. Carefully you place the blanket around his shoulders. He stares at you in disbelief, blue eyes carefully examining your features.

Before turning to leave you gently lean down, whispering in his ear. “Its okay to be vulnerable Johnny.” You give him one more gentle smile before wishing him a goodnight and walking away.

You leave, not looking back. You’re about halfway to your tent when you hear a weak voice call out for you.

Surprised, you turn around. Johnny is facing your direction, his upper body completely turned towards you. His right arm is raised, reaching out to you. “Johnny?” You call, walking back over to him.

You sit down once more, this time closer to him. He doesn’t make eye contact, instead scrunching his face in concentration. He tries desperately to find the words, afraid you’ll leave him if he can’t speak up.

Gently (and hesitantly) you place your hand on top of his. He finally makes eye contact with you; your eyes are soft and you have a slight smile on your face. In that instant Johnny felt more reassured than he had in his entire life.

He takes in a breath, “I don’t mean to be distant. I want to be there for you and Gyro, don’t get me wrong. I’m just scared.” You give him a second to continue speaking if he desires, and when he doesn’t you do. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He nods. His heart feels like its beating a million times a second, and the lump in his throat is painful. “I never thought I would make something of myself after the accident” He gestures to his legs, “Now I’m here, and I have this ability. I want to be someone again. I want to find the corpse parts and find myself again. I can’t go back to my miserable self.” His voice cracks and his eyes are filled with sadness and fear.

It’s hard to search for the right thing to say. You open your mouth but no words come out, scared to say something wrong. Johnny looks at you; his eyes beg for you to say something. “I like to think once we hit rock bottom, there’s only one way to go - up.” You stop and take a breath before continuing, “You’ve been through hell, we all have. Maybe it’s the meaning of why we’re all here in the first place, I don’t know. What I know for sure is you aren’t who you used to be anymore. You don’t have to live in fear Johnny. Plus you have Gyro and me now.”

Johnny is astonished by what you’ve said. His mouth left slightly agape as he stares at you. You refrain from eye contact, afraid to look at him. You two sit in silence once again for a beat, unsure of who will break the silence first. Johnny folds, “I’ll be strong. I’ll find the corpse parts and stop Funny Valentine with everything that I have. I promise that to you and Gyro. From the bottom of my heart.”

You look back at him this time, your faces nearly touching. His eyes are filled with determination and his expression is stoic. You stare at his lips, then back up to his eyes. Both leaning in, your lips just nearly graze his before you pull away.

“I know you will Johnny. I know.” Is what you say instead. You smile brightly, staring at him with admiration. Johnny is left speechless, wanting to feel your lips pressed against his desperately.

You stand up and leave, heading towards your tent once more, succumbing to your exhaustion. Perhaps another night you’ll get a moment alone with Johnny. Maybe then you’ll have the courage to show him how you feel about him using your lips.

(authors note)

writing this , i mentioned mosquitoes then remembered johnnys fetish he mentioned to gyro. *thousand yard stare*

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #steel ball run #johnny joestar #part 7 jojo #jjba part 7 #johnny joestar x reader #johnny joestar x you #jjba imagines #fluff #jjba x reader #jjba x you #jjba x y/n

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incorrect-jojolands-quotes · 9 months

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In JOJOLands, some theater songwriter named Min Lanuel Liranda creates a hit musical called Valentine, which is about the life of 23rd president of the United States Funny Valentine and his contributions towards America. It's a great hit, with a pretty big fandom online, and the musical shows many the characters that were involved in Steel Ball Run (albeit putting Funny Valentine and his allies in a better light and not really showing the real truth of what happened in Steel Ball Run).

Now I gotta know: which Steel Ball Run character is being drawn in a Hatsune Miku binder? And who in JOJOLands made something so cursed?

#the jojolands #jjba #jjba part 9 #jojo part 9 #jojos bizarre adventure #jojolands #jjba jojolands #steel ball run #jjba part 7 #jojo part 7 #funny valentine #steel ball run: the musical #y'all remember that thomas jefferson artwork someone drew #yeah i wanna know what steel ball run character is him #my gut says blackmore but that's because he's the first to come in mind #but also who drew it #i'm just imagining johnny joestar going “and me i'm the damn fool that shot him”

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jojosbizzarewife · 2 months

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Tends to walk around the apartment/house naked

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Joseph

the kind of guy you need to remind multiple times that you have guests coming that day

Avdol

this man is so smug about it too, he knows you're looking

Hol Horse

will wear only his hat around

Akira Otoishi

the concert (that he started in the shower) is often too important to stop and get dressed

Mista

usually on laundry day - he always waits until he has no clothes left

Melone

shameless - tries to convince everyone else to try it

Formaggio

if anyone comments on his nakedness he just responds "you're welcome"

Hermes

"Sun's out bun's out" kind of girl

Mountain Tim

always looses at strip poker - also always starts the game of strip poker

Diego

whenever it's sunny, he lays in the sunlight to nap (like a lizard or a cat)

Gappy

honestly, I feel like my boy just forgets sometimes

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deusluxuria · 9 months

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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"

#gyjo #i cant imagine what it sounds like #i know from listening to interviews with gillian anderson what a somewhere english + midwest accent sounds like but #also in the manga he uses stereotypical british slang like a 90s harry potter movie character #at least in the?? main english translation #i was so confused until that flashback where he mentions his family lived in england for a while #johnny joestar #steel ball run #gyro zeppeli #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #headcanon #shipping /

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mightbemod · 11 months

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ik Johnny's wheelchair doesn't show up in the manga a lot but GOD i wish we got his wheelchair with his figure I think it would be so cool.

Like Pol obviously got his, so they're fully capable of making wheelchairs! IT EVEN HAS A WORKING BREAK thats so nifty!!!

Tbh im genuinely considering buying the Polnareff figure to repaint his wheelchair and give it to Johnny, im sorry Pol </3 assuming their figures are about the same size that is. I'll have to check.

Surely someone's done that before already right? pleaaase share if so :]

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finsblogs · 8 months

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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

#minors dni #ageless blogs dni #imagines #ageless blogs will be blocked #gyro zeppeli x reader #johnny joestar x reader #steel ball run

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dollwritesarchive · 1 year

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𝐢’𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 ( 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ) — 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ this is a dark fic. smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, infidelity ( diego’s canon marriage ), technically stepcest, diego is in fact a bastard, degradation, abusive behavior, threats and mention of murder, dub con and then noncon for like a second, breath control, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i haven’t read sbr yet but i really like him okay. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

“Oh, fu—“

Diego’s hand claps over your mouth; thumb and forefinger pinching your nostrils closed as he shoves you harder into the wall. “Shut up,” he barks in your ear, but his voice is uneven— raspy, as he hisses through his clenched teeth, “just take it, don’t ruin this for me.” one of your hands claw at his wrist, but the other outstretches, smacking your palm against the table to your left as you scramble to find some sort of leverage, some way to counter the furious pressure you feel from the assault, but you hear glass shatter against the floor. an expensive vase. if Diego hadn’t been fucking you so roughly, you might’ve been able to grab the pottery before it tumbled over the side of the table, but there was no reason to worry about it now. so, you didn’t. you moan into his palm, nails scoring the leather on his wrist. you could taste it, too, and it smells like the barn, with the rest of his equipment.

“Jesus,” he scoffs, incredulous that even now, your walls spasmed happily, and you bounced back to meet the raging of his wild hips, “take your breath away and this pussy of yours only gets tighter, wetter,” he was spitting against your earlobe, as if he were disgusted that you could be so shameless, “you’re one brazen cunt.” unfortunately for him, you could hear the depravity in his voice: he liked it. a lot.

your brows knit together; you feel a low and searing anger in your gut; you wanted to punch him. you would’ve loved to see his pearly white teeth scattered on the floor at your feet, and watch him spit up his own blood. men didn’t talk to you like that and get away with it.

but, Diego did. and you hated him for it.

you make sure he knows it, too, by the way you claw at his gloves, desperate to draw blood from his vulnerable flesh underneath. but the insult on his lips sends violent waves of unbridled lust over you, and instead of fighting, you find yourself pushing back into him harder— wanting his thick cock deeper in your belly, until he hits your limit and your eyes cross. your back twisted into the tautest S arch he could force. you mewl into his hand as he stills there, sank as deep as he could go, just to make you feel it.

attempting to suck in a breath, you’re sorely reminded by the burning in your lungs that he was withholding breathing rights. you stomp one foot, aiming for his toes but you miss, slurring a plea to breathe, but he only grunts and clamps his fist tighter around your face. “Stay put,” he barks, pressing his body against your back just as you start to thrash and pumps hard, slow, and deep. over and over. robbing you of any potential thought attempting to manifest. “I’m about to fucking cum.” you buck, wild and desperate for a single gulp of oxygen, but his vice is too tight, and he wasn’t letting go.

your nails, like razors, manage to dig through his gloves and nick his wrist, then he groans and uses his other hand to pry yours off, pushing it between your slick thighs instead, “Stop being so bloody dramatic, I’ll let you breathe when you make me cum,” he demands, hips pistoning harder— faster, the rhythm making your head spin, “now rub. Rub your greedy little cunt, make her milk me…” he trails off into a strangled moan as he presses your fingers on your button and rubs fiercely, your walls clench his cock, trapping him inside, and his head drops back. you couldn’t be angry, it felt too good. so, you submit, and rub in tandem with the pressure his strength can apply, and before long, you’re melting against the wall, moaning breathless and needy, gurgling for him with your eyes rolling back. “Y—yes, oh, fuck yes…!” Diego’s moans were beautiful and sinful, and roughness of the leather scraping your face and cunt inches you closer to your own release, whether he cares about your pleasure or not.

he doesn’t.

when Diego loses his composure, he all but shakes you like a rag doll, sliding you up and down his length, your breasts jiggling out of the neckline of your sundress, the sleeve slid down one arm. he wasn’t slowing down, he wasn’t stopping, and your body was heating up.

for a moment, you thought he might — for the first time, ever — cum inside you, and you welcomed the proposition of feeling his warmth, but those dreams are dashed when he shoves you off of him and you lean into the wall he’s forced you against. your knees tremble, the sudden hollowed feeling combining with your soiled orgasm to create a thunderstorm in your belly when he erupts, splattering his release on the wooden floor between your feet, and you close your eyes, pursing your recently liberated lips to keep them from puckering into a pout— childishly jealous of the floorboards.

after that, Diego doesn’t speak. tucking his twitching cock that still smells like you into his trousers, then adjusting his shirt, and eventually his gloves, he simply clears his throat and glances in the mirror hanging askew on the wall.

you’ve managed to twirl around, resting your back against the wall, chest heaving and knees turned inwards, and you breathe, ragged, looking up at him. “Is that all you wanted?”

Diego doesn’t even look at you. what a punch in the gut. “At least until I win,” he mumbles, distracted as he gawks at himself, before casting the laziest glance at you, and reaches down for the saddlebag on the floor by the table. “Save that bratty mouth for me and I’ll fuck it stupid once I get back.”

“What about what I want?”

he’s turned away from you now, and he sighs, obviously inconvenienced. “Cock isn’t enough?”

your eyes narrow and you take a forward step. it isn’t the steadiest, but you try to stomp your feet. you’d confided in Diego about your hatred for your grandmother already, and seeing as though he’d married her a couple of months prior and avoided her like the plague, you assumed he shared your sentiments. but your desire to hurry her into the next lifetime had been met with serious disdain. after all, you were in her will and he wasn’t. she was much more useful to him alive. but you thought you could change his mind. split the money with him, make it worth his while. “You could do it right now, you know…” you mumble, glancing at the staircase, “she’s upstairs, sleeping, all you’d have to do is put the pillow over—“

Diego casts you a cold glare over his shoulder, “Drop it. Now.”

you blink, and frown, as if you’ve just been told no by your father because the barbie doll you wanted was too expensive. then, you puff up, furrowing your brows, huffing. “Well if you’re not man enough, I’ll do it myself. I’ll just wait until you’re gone and I’ll—“

a gasp claws its way passed your lips as Diego’s leather-clad fist wraps around your neck, and with one step, and then another, he’s pinned you against the wall you were pressed against only moments before. only this time, you’re much more afraid, because the fire in his ocean eyes tells you that you’re fucked.

“Listen to me very carefully, princess.” he hisses, lips hovering inches from yours. but, for the first time, you don’t want to kiss them. you’re terrified they’re dripping with acid. “I’ve been generous with you, haven’t I? I let you be my pretty, little fucktoy because you’ve got a nice, wet cunt and a cocksucker’s pout. But let me be clear: anyone who would meddle with my money is an enemy, no matter how fuckable they are.” Diego tilts his head, voice softening as his thumb creeps up to jab at your trembling lower lip, manipulation oozing into his husky tone, “You don’t want to be my enemy, do you?” you tremble, eyes wide, and shake your head. all of your superiority was obviously bravado, because you’re trying to dissipate against the wall, and escape his grasp. “Hm?” he urges, pressing the pad against your tier, “Speak, whore.”

“I… don’t want to be your enemy, Diego.”

“Do you want to continue being my little fucktoy?” you nod, but his brow quirks, “Speak.” he repeats. “Say it.”

your cheeks are on fire, but you worry he might tighten the grip on your neck if you don’t ( or worse ), so you stammer, “I— want to be your fucktoy.”

“Good.” he mumbles, satisfied, and his lips graze against yours, “My cash cow better still breathe when I get back or you’ll join her six feet below. Are we clear?” your heartbeat thunders, but you nod, and thankfully, that’s good enough for him. your shaky hands grip the skirt of your dress to keep from vibrating at your sides and you were breathing heavily against his smirking lips. his eyes coruscate as he takes in your frightened expression, “I want you to pet your pretty pussy every night while I’m gone, think about my cock in every, tight hole of yours. Keep that cunt wet and that mouth shut for me like a proper toy should.”

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strawmariee · 14 days

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Era mais uma manhã da Steel Ball Run, e Diego e você haviam acabado de acordar de mais uma noite de descanso depois de tantas horas cavalgando e correndo para garantir o primeiro e segundo lugar de vocês.

Um suspiro escapou de seus lábios enquanto você organiza com cuidado suas coisas dentro da sua mochila e, quando você menos espera, sente um peso em seu ombro esquerdo que faz você dar um pequeno saltinho.

— Jesus! Diego, que susto!— você diz com um pequeno beicinho em seus lábios antes de retornar sua atenção para seus pertences, no entanto, ao sentir certos braços abraçando sua cintura você logo para novamente.

Aquilo era tão raro quando ao alinhamento de todas as estrelas das diversas conjugações, e logo você coloca uma das mãos na nuca de Diego e, em resposta, ele solta um grunido que parecia ser um ronronar dos dinossauros? Bem, você acabou deduzindo isso de qualquer maneira.

Então você tem mais um desafio a superar: Arrumar sua mochila com um certo homem-dinossauro atracado em vocé como um carrapato.

— O que foi que deu em você hoje, hein Dio?— Você foi capaz de sentir o aperto ficar maior assim que você o chamou pelo apelido dele, e isso fez você rir baixinho.— Goste que eu te chame de Dio? Hein Dio? Você fica muito fofinho quando está carente, Dio!

— Para com isso, idiota.

Ele diz, levantando levemente o rosto para você e te deixando capaz de ver suas bochechas levemente rosadas enquanto o aperto dele só fez aumentar conforme as vezes que você repetiu o apelido dele.

— Aw, paro não Dino boy.

Em seguida você deu um beijinho na ponta de seu nariz, o que fez com que o loiro estremecesse um pouco antes de esconder o rosto novamente em seu ombro.

— Entendi, você deve estar naqueles dias... Mas temos que ir, senão podemos ter desvantagem na corrida—!

Assim que você tentou se levantar, você foi bruscamente puxada de volta para i saco de dormir que ainda estava quente e sentiu outra coisa rodear seu corpo, você logo soltou uma risada nasal quando reconheceu as escrituras de "Dio" naquele rabo de dinossauro.

— Estamos muito mais à frente do que todos aqueles idiotas.

Você se surpreendeu com aquilo, já que independente da posição deles, sua ambição só o fazia querer ficar no topo e não dar chances a ninguém roubar o que ele já considerava dele.

E isso até mesmo incluía você, mesmo que ele nunca confessasse isso.

Você logo então suspirou em desistência e, resolvendo aproveitar aquele momento raro de carência de Diego, voltou a acariciar sua nuca e sendo recompensada com aqueles ronronados/grunidos dele.

Não faz mau tirar só mais alguns minutinhos de descanso, não é mesmo?

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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.

#i found this in the drafts... enjoy !!#gyro zeppeli x reader #gyro x reader #gyro zeppeli imagine #gyro imagine #jjba x reader #jjba imagine #steel ball run x reader #this one got out of hand ??#i wasn't expecting it to be so long

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bubuli-3110 · 2 years

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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.

#jjba #jjba reactions #jjba imagines #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizzare adventure #gyro zeppeli #johnny joestar #jjba sbr #steel ball run #jjba hcs #jojo headcanons #jojo hcs #jojo x you #jojo x reader #diego brando #jojo part 7 #bbbubuliwrites

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robinofinashiro · 2 years

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"come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination. take a look and you'll see into your imagination."

characters/fandom: johnny joestar / jjba

request status/note: closed / i want to be wifed up personally by johnny lmao here's a short but sweet self indulgent johnny fic!!

pronouns: she / her

"johnny, what are you staring at?" gyro asked as he tapped the handles of his best friends wheelchairs anxiously. johnny, who had been preoccupied staring at you, didn't hear what he was saying making him slap his blond friend on the back of his head, "you listening to me man?"

when johnny finally came to his sense, he went to swing at gyro who easily dodged it. gyro finally realized what his friend was staring at and smirked. he had known of his friends crush on you. it wasn't hard to tell that johnny was practically smitten over you and had been since the day you came to the horse stables with hot pants.

"hey guys, what're all of you doing?" gyro screamed to grab your and hot pant's attention. you smiled, walking over to the two of them, "nothing! just came to the stables with hot pants to see her horse and to get some riding time on mine. any reason why you guys are here?" you asked.

gyro stared at johnny wondering if he'd say anything to you but he could sense that johnny was not going to speak up, "same reason as both of you. say, why don't you invest in a horse? you're here as much as we are and we've seen the way you've rode on hot pant's horse before, you should really consider it," gyro said.

"i think i'm okay just riding horses for fun, i don't really think i'd enjoy being a jockey," you replied taking off your hat. the way your hair fell down made johnny swoon internally, "come on, you'd be a great jockey! right johnny?" gyro asked.

you looked to johnny with hopeful eyes. you knew of his history as a famous horse jockey, the lineage that he came from, and his older brother nicholas who was just as famous as he was.

"yeah, i guess," you gave him a smile meanwhile gyro wanted to strangle the blond idiot, "really? i mean, that means a lot coming from you and gyro. you guys are famous and really good at this so maybe i should give it a try," you murmured as hot pants rolled her eyes.

"first you should learn how to put your helmet on properly," hot pants joked as she whisked you away to help you back on your horse. you were just a beginner, nothing of a superstar yourself yet, but from the few lessons you had gotten from hot pants and even diego, you were sure you'd be ready for a race in a few months time.

johnny and gyro stared at you as you made your way around the track, not really setting a pace with your horse.

"it's embarrassing that you're this shy in front of her. what happened to the old johnny that nicholas talks about?" gyro asked. johnny knew gyro was saying that to get under his skin, "you were a whore johnny, there's no way that completely went away. ask her out, god damn it!" gyro exclaimed.

johnny, who had now made his way to use his crutches, smacked gyro on the arm, "if you're so infatuated with her, why don't you ask her out?" johnny asked. gyro rolled his eyes, "because i'm not the one swooning over her every time i see her. you're practically drooling every time she comes into your view," gyro retorted.

the two of them went silent as they continued to watch you ride your horse. you were laughing about something with hot pants, not paying attention to them in the slightest which made johnny thankful. you were just so...gorgeous to him. he would hate to admit that he was falling in love with you but something about the way you drew him in made him wonder if he was or not.

"johnny, gyro! come join us!" you screamed from the track. the two of them looked at each other before going back into the stables to get their individual horses. you liked valkyrie and slow dancer, both of them getting along with your horse well, but something about slow dancer and the way johnny interacted with it made you smile. it really reassured the fact that the joestar family really was prodigy jockey family.

the two of them eventually caught up to you, johnny winning the small race against gyro as he steadied slow dancer next to you. gyro was whispering something in hot pant's ear, her expression growing surprised the more he continued to talk which made you look at johnny in confusion.

"we should ride into the field, that's a great way to get used to uneven ground which you should learn about," gyro said. you nodded excitedly, "well, as long as someone's here to help me. i don't think i'd be able to go off on my own also, it's getting pretty dark now so we shouldn't be out to long," you replied.

"johnny can help you!" hot pants immediately said. you stared at johnny in confirmation and the four of you immediately trekked your way towards the field. hot pants and gyro were in front of you as you slowly rode next to johnny, "okay there, darlin'?" he asked every so often.

you nodded each time, petting your horses mane softly as the open field made her more comfortable. the blue/purple darkened sky made the stars shine brightly as you looked up every so often to bask in it. you and johnny didn't realize that hot pants and gyro were no longer in view when you started to look around at your surroundings.

"can we take a break? i'm getting a bit thirsty and i'm sure gyro and hot pants are way too far in front to even attempt to catch up too," you asked johnny. the blond, who had caught onto gyro's plans earlier during the trek agree, "sure, i have water in my backpack," he said as he carefully got off and stabilized himself onto his crutches once more.

you sat down on the green grass as the nightly fireflies flew around you. you knew with johnny's injury, you kept in mind how far into the field you went into in case an accident happened and you needed to call for help.

eventually, johnny landed next to you and gave you the unopened boxed water. the air around you was at a comfortable silence, "so, how's physical therapy? gyro tells me that you're getting less pain from it," you said.

he smiled at you.

"it's fine. i still have a year before i could even think of walking without assistance," he replied. you shook your head, "well, i think it's great that you're still horse riding and all that. it's in your blood so why wouldn't you be," you giggled.

johnny tapped the ground anxiously, not knowing what to say without sounding stupid. you were staring at the sky again, something that johnny noticed you kept doing while riding.

"like the stars?" he asked. you agreed almost instantly, "always have. even as a kid, i used to have those sticky stars that went on a wall that glowed in the dark," you replied laughing at the horrendous value of those stick on stars, "it's just so peaceful."

the two of you were now laying down on the grass as you noticed gyro and hot pants racing back to the stables as fast they could go. you noticed that johnny was making no move to leave so you remained side by side. the two of you murmuring about how one star shined brighter than the other.

"you have a lot of stars on your outfit, is it because of your last name?" you joked. he agreed making you laugh, "really? that's so funny! it's like a play on your name which makes sense but that's such a cool last name," you said.

without thinking, johnny blurted out the first thing that came into his head.

"maybe you'll take it some day."

your eyes widened at bold statement. you had a small indication that johnny might've liked you but you never banked on that hope. it was johnny joestar for crying out loud. anyone would die to be in your place. to marry into the popular joestar family but here johnny was, actually saying it to you.

"what do you mean?" you asked now sitting up straight. johnny murmured a weakened 'nothing'. you moved closer to him, staring at him in the eyes, "johnny, what did you mean by that?" you asked again.

he wanted to pull back. to let this all go but gyro's words rang through his head. somewhere deep inside him was the playboy that used to entertain multiple girls at one time but at the moment and maybe even forever, he just wanted you.

"i don't think there's much explaining to do sweetheart, my statement was very straight forward."

you stared at him before crawling on top of him and bending down to kiss him. the action took johnny by surprise but he reeled you in, putting his hands on your neck to keep you there. your hands found johnny's hair, running through the small knots in it.

the small noises coming your lips as johnny moved his hands to hold you by your waist made you whimper in surprise. you slowly pulled away seeing johnny's blue lipstick smeared on your face and on his face.

"see me taking the joestar name?" you asked. johnny agreed, pulling you back down for another breathtaking kiss. his technique was a bit sloppy given that he hadn't kissed anyone like this in years but regardless of his form, you weren't complaining. he explored your mouth like it was his job.

"i see you taking more than that hun," he murmured against your mouth.

across the field, gyro and hot pants screamed for both of you, not realizing what the two of you were actually doing. it wasn't until johnny had pulled himself up and kiss you down your neck when gyro put the pieces together.

"maybe we should head out before we see something we shouldn't."

hot pants instantly agreed as the two of them proudly walked into the stables to safely put valkyrie and gets up away. gyro knew that johnny was going to confess eventually but he didn't think he'd get this far on the same night. as for hot pants, she was just happy that you found someone.

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