I have to praise you like I should
SBR Roommate!AU x fem!reader ft. Gyro Zeppeli
This is a gift for my lovely @raejoestar! HAPPY BDAY FRIEND! Hope you have a blast and enjoy this, even if it's not much xxx ❤️
oneshot, crack, fluff, swearing; gyro steals everyone's hearts doesn't he - 3506 words
Why is Gyro a great friend?
dividers by @aquazero
title inspired by Praise you- Fatboy Slim
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Gyro could swear on his entire family lineage, that he was a great friend. The best, actually.
It wasn’t because he always made sure everyone was comfortable, or always offered a shoulder to cry on, not bothered by his friends’ snot all over his shirt.
Not even because he was hilarious.
Gyro was the greatest friend in history, because he remembered little details about all of you; everything you said, he’d register; even when he looked distracted, or immersed in stacks of papers that needed review.
He knew what your favourite colours were; HP’s favourite pizza dip, Diego’s preferred route to work, and what made Johnny angry, or swoon. Which side of the couch you would always pick.
Yet, he couldn’t remember people’s birthdays, for the life of him.
Well, frankly, he had a rough idea; Johnny’s was in late March, or early April. Some day with 4 in it. HP’s possibly before summertime. June? Definitely the end of June.
Diego’s was in January, and he knew that because the guy made sure to put out billboards weeks in advance. Diego hated the fact that his birthday was overshadowed by Christmas and New Years. ‘Aggravating holidays’, that’s what he called them. So Gyro would just wait around for Diego to announce the sacred celebration at the beginning of December, because Diego Brando wasn’t going to directly invite anyone, of course. People would naturally show up. But he still made sure the announcement was out a month in advance.
And you? He assumed yours was coming. He heard something about it but, his life had been a mess, lately. So much paperwork, a school trip for his students he proposed, and was left alone to organise. His father calling him daily for some shit he didn’t sort out years ago.
Even the best of friends is bound to forget something.
How does one go about asking someone’s birthday, without looking like a careless asshole?
Especially when you lived together, and he remembered being present and vigilant during your last birthday. For the first half-hour. Then Mr Jack Daniels took away all of his memories of the day.
So there he was, scratching his beard, intently listening to you explaining how you were so excited for this two-day trip HP wanted to take for her birthday. It was in two months, and you were looking at tickets and accomodation.
‘This is going to be so cool! We’ve never been on a trip all together! Aren’t you excited?’
You clapped your hands together, sporting a wide smile; Gyo thought it was adorable. All this excitement, for a celebration that didn’t even involve you.
It was different, surely. Usually you organised dinners, since most of the time all of your schedules clashed. Whether it was exam season, job interviews, someone getting a cold… You all spent enough time together anyways, and made up for it on a different day.
Except for Diego, who silently swore revenge against whoever didn’t have the courtesy of attending his parties.
Gyro nodded, eyes lidded, eyebrows raised. Anything to avoid getting caught slipping.
‘So excited. Remind me, does it fall right on her birthday?’ He enquired, still looking at this textbook. He had been stuck on the same page for the last ten minutes.
You shook your head. ‘No, it’s the following month. She’s busy with some ancient discovery or something. You’re free, right?’
The inquisitive look you gave him, made him lean a bit further down on his seat. He needed to check his agenda right after this whole ordeal was over.
‘Of course! Requested it weeks in advance! For my dearest life companions!’
That came out too shrilly, but you didn’t pay him any mind. Gyro was a dramatic dude.
‘Cool! Then we can think about what we can do for Johnny, too. While we’re at it.’ You pointed out, grabbing some juice from the fridge. He threw his head back. Shit, Johnny’s birthday.
Okay, well. Not a big deal. At least, he was going to gain that information out of you, without raising any suspects.
And he could, with his great scheming skills, find out when yours was too. A flawless plan.
‘Hey, say… What’s your lucky number?’
He changed the topic completely. You blinked, thinking what this could possibly have to do with… Anything, but your friend had many interests, and liked to lead deep conversations, starting from something arguably trivial. Maybe he got into numerology.
In Gyro’s mind, people associated their lucky number with their birth date. A tiny version of himself resting on his shoulder, just gave him a thumbs up.
‘Oh, never thought about it to be honest! What about you?’
He froze in place, looking into a random point in the living room.
‘Seven! Great number, sexy if you think about it! Anyway.’ He closed the book, and turned to fully face you. ‘What’s your…uhm.. Birth stone?’
His eyes were gleaming, like a kid with full decision-making power in a candy aisle.
You scrunched your face a little.
‘Are you trying to hex me, Gyro?’
He opened his mouth in a circle. What happened to getting to know each other better?
‘No, nono, I… I was reading this thing, you see, birth stones say a lot about your personality, life goals, that kind of stuff. So?’
You were still not fully convinced he wasn’t into casting spells, at this point. But if he read an article, then…
‘I don’t really know, but it should say which one is associated with my birth month on the article, no?’
He didn’t take that into consideration. He should have said something else, maybe ask you what your most cherished birthday celebration had been, or snoop through your stuff, or ask HP, or—
Really? He dragged a hand over his face, baffled by his own unconvincing answer.
Now, Gyro had one way of getting out of this. Running outside the front door. It didn’t matter he was going to look like a maniac.
Especially when you were eyeing him up and down like that.
But a genius, is always a genius.
‘Give me your phone, left mine upstairs.’ He nonchalantly replied.
Now, if he was quick enough, he could just type birthday in your chats, and figure something out. Unethical, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He had to distract you with something else.
You shrugged, and passed him your phone.
‘Ah, can you get me some juice, too? A snack maybe? Something sweet?’ He gave you the most sugary smile you had even seen on him. You rolled your eyes, and headed for the pantry.
Okay, part 1 of the mission: accomplished.
Then, a jaw-dropping plot-twist.
Your phone was locked. With a passcode. Of course.
‘Gyro, we only have these cookies which have been here since last year and… condensed milk?’
He took a sharp breath in. ‘Oh, yes that’ll do. What’s your passcode?’
You turned your head towards him. ‘Condensed milk will do?’
Frankly, he didn’t even register a word you said. Before he could excuse his.. Snack choices, you continued.
‘It’s my birthday, by the way.’ You held the can in your hand, thinking maybe he was going to come up with some crazy recipe.
Alright. Now he was about to get found out. Plan A it is. Disappear.
‘You know what? It’s such a great day, I’m going to go outside.’ He stood up, brushing his pants off.
You started thinking Gyro was either planning something, or…
‘Do you not know when my birthday is?’
Fuck, now he had to find a reasonable way to justify himself.
He could say he had a condition. He was traumatised by birthdays, he…Looked at you, and hoped you could forgive him, if he showed you it truly was a problem for him, and had nothing to do with how much he cared.
Honestly, it wasn’t that big of a deal for you. It was understandable; people have other things on their minds, and Gyro made up for his silly mistakes in so many wholesome ways, you couldn’t hold a grudge on him for too long. But… What’s wrong with having a little fun, every now and then?
Observing his beaten up stance, you put on a show.
‘I can’t believe you forgot. It’s literally tomorrow.’ You crossed your arms, using a dejected tone worth of an acting masterclass.
Gyro felt a storm swallowing him whole. Tomorrow? Why did the others not tell him anything?
He rushed towards you, trying to untangle your arms. ‘Amore, of course! Was just pranking you! I got it all planned!’ He awkwardly hugged your stiff form.
Oh lord. He just destroyed an innocent soul.
You moved your face to the side, pressing your lips together.
‘I don’t believe it. You’re a liar and you don’t care about me.’
Still holding you, he pressed his head closer to your cheek.
‘No, see I was just… Playing it off, because I planned something very special. Today, actually.’
Well now, you started feeling a little guilty. You were just about to tell him, your birthday was in a week, and you only planned to have a nice hang out all together, but he stopped you.
‘Go get changed.’ He instructed.
You blinked, thinking this could be either very fun or… Some of his improvised plans that ended with both of you being lost in a side of town with a bus passing every 40 minutes.
‘Nuh uh, surprise!’ He finger gunned you, acting all cool while he was dying inside because he had no idea where the hell he could take you.
You lingered on the way to your room, stealing a few glances back. Poor guy, if only he knew.
Cue to Gyro running to get his phone and looking up ‘fun things to do near me.’
Excursion? Nah, too demanding. Arcade? Good for a date, not a birthday. Museums? Not very birthday-ish.
Scrolling down, he finally found it. A theme park just a small drive away.
Perfect. The tiny version of him inside his head recovered from the previous heart-attack.
Even if Gyro was not the biggest fan of rides. Yeah, he went on a few when he was younger but the older you get… The easier it is to feel extremely nauseous even on the smaller ones.
But, but. If you didn’t like them either, he could reassure you it was not a huge deal, and he could win you a plushie in one of those rigged shooting games instead.
Around ten minutes after, since you were more curious about how he was planning to manage this whole situation rather than getting properly ready, you got into his car.
‘Amore, it’s a shame I couldn’t keep this a secret until tomorrow because, well you kind of forced me to reveal it, but you’re gonna have a blast!’ He started the car, looking through his playlist for something celebratory.
You raised one eyebrow. The guts of him to make it look like he had everything under control, when you damn sure knew he was totally improvising, slightly irked you. But Gyro’s amusing, especially when he doesn’t want to admit defeat.
‘Right, surprise me then.’ You buckled up, and he flashed you a grin.
After one drive filled with him singing Freed from desire twice at the top of his lungs, and some more European dance hits, you arrived to the destination.
A theme park? Not too shabby, Gyro.
You liked going on rides. After the initial anxiety of the first ride, you always eased up into them. And you really, really enjoyed the faster ones.
Gyro walked alongside you towards the entrance, assessing your reaction. Smiling. 10+ points for him.
Then, his attention was caught by this huge freaking monstrous thing which was ten thousand meters up in the sky. Was that even legal?
‘This is great! Thank you!’ You squeezed his arm.
Okay.. So… You really liked theme parks, uh?
He let you drag him towards the first one. Sonic Boom.
It wasn’t too high in the sky, at the very least.
While in the queue, he observed the ride come and go. Everyone’s feet were dangling, and he counted four drops and at least six loops. He was sweating.
You stared at his pale face. ‘What’s up Gyro? Don’t tell me you’re scared?’
It was absolutely fine to have a bit of uneasiness, and feeling it at the pit of your stomach. But Gyro looked like he just saw death itself emerge from the roller coaster.
‘Tsk. Me? Babe, I love speed. And being thrown around like a rag doll.’ He waved you off, continuing. ‘Are you trying to deflect from how scared you are? Because if you are, we can do another one like…There,look!’
He pointed towards a water coaster, clearly designed for children.
Seeing him trying to manipulate you into leaving, was funnier than any of the jokes he had ever made. Including that weird ridiculous one on the days of the week that no one ever truly understood. Except for Johnny.
‘No, I love this one. I’ll get used to it after the first loop.’ You said, to try and reassure him a little.
He smiled uncomfortably. Okay, well. It was going to be okay. Right?
As soon as it was your turn to get strapped on the ride, you saw him fidgeting with the belt buckle.
‘I don’t think mine is closed properly.’
You held back a laughter, deciding to spare him. ‘It’s just for psychological reassurance, Gyro. You are not going to fly away.’
He widened his eyes at you. ‘No, yeah I know! Just saying, what if a kid, gets on one of these? And they’re not all buckled up? They would get psychologically scarred. Forever.'
Mmmm. A kid such as a 6 feet tall Italian man.
In no time, you were ascending. You grabbed onto the bars, and started breathing in.
Gyro’s knuckles went completely white, and he was doing his best to look ahead.
‘Oh God, we’re about to drop!’ You shouted excitedly.
‘Yay!’ Gyro mimicked your tone, even if his voice cracked a little.
You couldn’t even focus on the scenery because of how hard you were laughing upon hearing Gyro scream like he was going to be able to stop the coaster with the sound of his voice.
When you got back down, you watched him stumble a little.
You were still dying laughing, but he was in no condition to talk back. His whole stomach turned into itself and was about to come out of his mouth.
‘…wanna go grab some water?’ He mumbled, still a bit wobbly.
You took a few gasps of air, to focus on the derelict man in front of you. ‘Sure, maybe they sell a blindfold too here somewhere so you’re not gonna shit your pants on the next one.’ You grabbed his arm, and headed towards a kiosk.
He nodded numbly, and followed your lead.
After a few minutes of him taking few sips of water, and assuring you he was okay, just didn’t sleep much last night but loved every slow, jarring second of the ride, you nudged him towards another one.
A machinery that shot you down at 55mph with a 100ft drop.
Gyro almost revealed he had no clue about your birthday until today, to ensure he could celebrate his next one.
But you were so excited, still holding onto his arm so… What is a rollercoaster, in the great scheme of things?
A fucking nightmare, that’s what it was.
Not only was he physically holding onto dear life, he was mentally clutching his pearls and thinking he shouldn’t have eaten for a few weeks in preparation for this.
He got off the ride, one hand on his hip, the other checking if he had a fever or was sweating so hard because all of his energy went into trying to hold his guts together.
You started getting concerned. Maybe this silly game went on for too long.
‘Hey, you okay?’ Grabbing his face in your hands, you checked for any signs of extreme discomfort. And you felt how hot he was.
‘Listen, let’s get back home, actually I—’
‘No, amore, I’m fine. It’s just… my vestibular system is in a washing machine right now. I’ll be okay.’ You raised your eyebrows at his choice of fancy words for describing nausea and vertigo, and tried to pry him to just leave. He wasn’t having it. An ego stronger than any other part of his body.
And a liar, too. Because he insisted on saving face so hard, despite your complaints, that he chose the next ride.
A tiny one. It was going to be fine.
If it wasn’t in the fucking dark. With some flashing lights here and there and water spraying on both of you.
He opted for staying as still as he could manage, and counted how many infernal seconds had passed.
As soon as he got off, he mumbled a strained ‘be right back’, and disappeared inside a maze of shops.
Now, you felt completely awful. You had to break it down to him at some point that, you were just messing around; and the more you thought about it, the sillier you felt. All you wanted to do was to inflict him a small degree of distress, not cause his whole… whatever system to break down.
You waited outside for him, nervously tapping your leg, thinking that you were going to offer to wash his laundry for a month.
A little more alive-looking, he finally appeared from outside of a shop, holding a bag in his hand.
You questioned him. ‘Are you alright? What’s in the bag?’ Thinking, maybe, he even got you something. Oh God you, were the worst.
He pinched your cheek. ‘I’m good as new! Got some meds that are supposed to help with… Motion sickness. What do you wanna do now?’
He was softly smiling, even if the dark circles under his eyes told you he was one step away from collapsing.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore.
‘…It’s not my birthday. It’s next week. I just wanted to prank you. I’m so sorry.’
He stared at your pout, feeling the guilt exude from your pores. And for a second, he rewound the last few hours in his head, thinking how ridiculous everything must have looked from an external perspective.
And his smile turned into a smirk.
‘Oh, I know! Just wanted to see how long you could keep this up!’
Another lie. But a white one, to make you feel less bad.
You scanned his face. No matter how decent of an actor he could be, you doubted he could fake his face changing colour down to three tonalities.
But, if he wanted to save face, you owed him that at the very least.
You looked down, contemplating that, the extent of Gyro’s action, didn't really have to do with his ego. Only a small percentage, maybe.
‘…Yeah. I’m not a good liar.’
He chuckled. ‘Nope! You should learn from Diego. Still lies about his height. No way he’s 5’10.’
You both laughed it off, and before leaving the theme park of hell, you wandered around some more shops.
After a drive back home, that took twice as much as the original – because even if he didn’t want to admit it over his dead body, he was feeling queasy – you entered the sweet four walls of your apartment.
‘Well, sweets, I’m going to spend the rest of the day thinking about still, immovable objects. Rocks, mountains…Not mountains.’ He squinted. ‘The ground. That’s what I’ll think about.’
You giggled. ‘And I’ll think about the best non-birthday I ever had.’
He winked. ‘Told ya! Everyday can be your birthday with Gyro Zeppeli.’
And handed you the paper bag.
He rubbed his hands together. ‘A reminder of today. Did ya really think there was a pharmacy in the theme park?’
You widened your eyes, and took out a bear plushie out of the bag. Wearing a scarf, and a neon shirt with the park’s name on it.
‘I didn’t get you anything!’ You piped, holding the little bear close to your heart. No roller coaster ever made you feel the same way Gyro did.
He ruffled your hair. ‘You’ll make up for it on my birthday. February 2nd.’ And walked away, still not a hundred percent straight, to his room. But turned around last minute. ‘Remind me, which day’s yours, actually? All that spinning got me confused.’
You laughed, because at this point, it didn’t matter if he forgot important dates. When he remembered getting you a souvenir, even when he was on the brink of death.
That night, you placed your new fuzzy friend on a shelf, a reminder of how amazing your chaotic, human one was.
Gyro, in the room next to yours, laid in bed, adding another point to his list: he was a great friend, because he could withstand food poisoning levels of nausea to celebrate his friends’ fake birthdays.
And he wrote the actual date down on his calendar. With a yearly reminder.
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