Chapter 1: 06/04/2019: Part 5, Bruno/Giorno
Funny how he hadn't noticed until Giorno touched his wrist.
Bruno stared at the small puddle in the bottom of the boat. Blood — his own — right next to his shoe. He hadn't noticed — no one had. The drip-drip had been lost amongst the sound of the engine or the drip and splash of water around them.
It had almost stopped now. It shouldn't have, given the wound went all the way through his hand. Bruno hadn't even noticed. Hadn't felt something pierce through the base of his palm and through the other side, or the steady trickle of blood down his wrist. A drip, drip — not the gush it should have been.
No one had noticed.
"Buccellati, we're ready to move out."
Bruno peered up. Giorno.
That was right. Giorno had noticed; Giorno had been giving him subtle, worried glances since they had boarded the boat and fled the Boss.
"Right. Thank you, Giorno."
Giorno had offered his hand, but Bruno disembarked on his own. He hadn't noticed until Giorno had touched him before: only a small drip of blood, and no thump of his pulse against Giorno's skin. It wasn't like him to avoid a difficult topic, but Bruno still found it disturbing. He'd thought he felt cold because of the shock and fear of fighting the Boss alone and coming so close to losing everything.
Apparently, he had already lost his life.
Bruno looked down again into Giorno's face — his features were typically so subtle in expression, but away from the others he gazed up at Bruno with open concern and — regret? Guilt?
Bruno offered him a smile and clasped his shoulder with his non-injured hand. Perhaps through the fabric his skin didn't feel too cold yet. Only Giorno had noticed... and now he apparently felt responsible. "I think I forgot to thank you," Bruno said. "You saved me back there, Giorno. I'm grateful."
A question burned behind Giorno's eyes, but his lips were still, and eventually it slid away. Bruno felt his still heart move, if only figuratively — perhaps Giorno didn't want to think about the disturbing truth either, for now. "Any time, Buccellati," he finally murmured.
Bruno squeezed his shoulder and finally let go. And as they caught up with the rest of the team, it was easy to ignore his other hand. The drip-drip had stopped completely.
Chapter 2: 03/27/2019: Twitfic
Traveling back in time a bit to post these twitfic here. They were originally on "Bits 'n Bobs" but I thought it was worth it to pull them and post them here too.
1. sfw JotaPol
2. sfw JosuYasu
3. sfw JosuHan
4. sfw CaeJose
"How are you 𝘯𝘰𝘵 sweating?" Polnareff said, poking Jotaro's cheek with his finger. When Jotaro only peered critically at him from the corner of his eye, Polnareff sighed and flopped onto his lap. The ability to see all of his face under that hat didn't usually grant any insight, but the corners of Jotaro's lips had softened into something Polnareff had come to know as at least bemusement, if not actual amusement.
Polnareff smirked, reaching with Silver Chariot to playfully flip Jotaro's hat into his hand. "You're not even sweating under here? Are you even human?"
Jotaro snagged it from Polnareff's fingers with a mutter under his breath. But instead of putting it back on, he began fanning Polnareff with it. He just barely caught the curl of a smile on Jotaro's lips. "Better?" Jotaro asked.
Polnareff grinned. "Much," he said, and basked in the other's attention.
Josuke pursed his lips as he stared down the front door. Living right next to one another had made it far easier for Josuke and Okuyasu to get to know one another after their initial fight. So he should just knock, right? They'd walk back and forth to school together, but otherwise hadn't hung out.
"𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵!" Why was he thinking about it so hard?
A window slid open above him. "Josuke?"
Josuke peered up with a grin as he saw Okuyasu peeking from the window. "Hey! You busy?"
Josuke grinned wider. "Then get down here! Let's find something to do!"
Okuyasu shut the window with an excited exclamation and quickly met him. Neither of them had much cash, but they still wandered around Morioh, having fun where they could and keeping their eyes peeled for more stand users -- until Okuyasu suggested they end the day by watching a movie at his place. Josuke was only too eager to rest his tired feet.
And yet, barely an hour into the movie, it was Okuyasu who fell asleep. Josuke didn't notice until his head drooped onto his shoulder. He lifted the opposite hand, ready to poke Okuyasu awake... but then he decided against it. They'd all been under extra stress lately, and Okuyasu had just lost his brother...
With a huff, Josuke left him to snooze, and without the energy of his conversation, he too dozed off, resting against Okuyasu's head in turn.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴!"
Rohan scowled as he scrawled furiously in his sketchbook. It wasn't enough that Josuke was annoying and stupid, but he was oblivious as to just how infuriating he was! 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴? With 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦? Why he continued to waste time on such a nuisance as Josuke Higashikata was beyond Rohan.
When he peered down, at his sketch, he found it was Josuke's face peering back at him -- those smug eyes and pouty lips. Rohan growled and slammed the cover shut on his sketchbook. Fucking Josuke!
Long bored of the day's activities, Joseph snoozed at the base of a tree; it had been easy to doze off with the gentle, sweet breeze of the sea floating by. Eventually, Caesar joined him, and Joseph was only too happy to rouse again when it meant laying on Caeasar's lap instead. Caesar idly played with a few soap bubbles before dispersing them with a sigh. Joseph didn't peek open his eyes until Caesar ran his fingers through his hair.
"Yeah?" he murmured sleepily.
Caesar tilted his head, a pensive frown on his lips. "Nothing, just... thinking."
Joseph quirked an eyebrow. "About...?"
Caesar bit his lip, a moment of hesitation before answering: "There's not much time left."
Joseph snorted. "That's depressing," he remarked.
The blonde man scoffed. "It's true!"
Joseph shrugged. "I guess," he replied. A smirk crawled back onto his lips all too quickly, however. He reached up, pinching lightly at one of Caesar's cheeks. "Worried about me? How sweet of you!"
Normally Caesar would roll his eyes, bat him away, snark back at him -- but instead, he took Joseph's hand in his and gently kissed the back of it. "Somebody has to, since you're content to nap under a tree," he finally said.
Joseph squeezed his hand but didn't reply.
Chapter 3: 06/10/2019: Part 7, Diego/Johnny
this one goes out to Alex. you know what you did
yes I'm skipping every other WIP I have of them to just dive straight into pointless cuddles. it's who I am at this point
Johnny awoke just before dawn. Not unusual for him anymore; he often woke a few times through the night or early in the morning.
Slowly becoming just as unusual was opening his eyes to Diego’s slumbering features. He thought he’d never get accustomed to being near Diego again, especially after the other man had gained the powers of Scary Monsters, but here Johnny was tucked against his body and – yep. He hardly had to look down for confirmation. Diego apparently really liked partially transforming and wrapping his tail around Johnny’s waist to hold him snug.
It would be annoying if it wasn’t so… weirdly cute.
Johnny sighed. He could feel cold air on his cheeks and ears, but it hardly mattered with how warm Diego’s embrace was. Despite that, he felt like he wasn’t going to be able to get any more sleep that morning, and his view was almost totally limited to Diego’s face, with the way his tail was wound around Johnny.
Well. There were worse things to look at, he supposed. And Diego looked so peaceful in his sleep…
Johnny lifted a hand, brushing some of Diego’s golden locks out of his face. Sunrise would be nice; Diego’s hair looked unreal in the sunlight, even with the rough trails they’d been taking. How he kept it so soft and shining was beyond him, but Johnny could barely stop touching it when they were together.
Diego took in a deep breath and Johnny froze. He didn’t care about being caught, exactly – they were far past the point of idle hair petting being strange – but there was no reason to wake Diego up.
…And yet, Johnny found it hard to stop touching him.
Keeping his fingertips very light, he traced them over Diego’s cheekbones, as well-formed and beautiful as the rest of him. This close, Johnny could see the tiny freckles high on his cheeks from riding in the sun, where his helmet surely shifted about and didn’t block its rays entirely. It wasn’t his first time seeing them by now; Johnny’s fingers followed a familiar path between them, sketching out constellations on his smooth skin.
Though, with the partial transformation, his cheek seemed to break apart just below where his fingers were, splitting apart his jaw to reveal sharp teeth lurking inside.
Johnny jumped and peered back up into Diego’s eyes. The deep blue of them seemed to meld into the pre-dawn sky, as if they were made of the same cosmic material. He shrugged at Diego’s question. “How long have you been awake?”
Diego smirked. “Long enough.” Johnny rolled his eyes. “What? It was nice and soothing. Why did you stop?”
Johnny pursed his lips, wondering if he could come up with a believable lie. Not likely, in this scenario, on a stomach devoid of food or coffee. “I just suddenly wondered if it hurts. When your mouth comes apart like that,” he added, when Diego only lifted an eyebrow at him. Johnny’s hand still lingered on his cheek.
Diego studied him for a moment. “No,” he finally said. “Not really. At first it did, but mastering Scary Monsters helped immensely.”
Johnny hummed. With that settled, he traced his fingers down to the curious cracks in the skin. He expected it to feel rough, but it didn’t – same smooth skin as ever, just with a deep crease which eventually opened. “Did I wake you?”
A soft chuckle. “Yes, though not by touching me.” When Johnny only gave him a blank look, Diego elaborated, “I can hear when your heartbeat isn’t ‘sleeping’ anymore.”
“And that wakes you up?”
Diego shrugged. “This close to sunrise, I suppose.”
He grunted. “Well, I can’t exactly help what my heartbeat does.”
“Of course not.” Diego grinned. “So you’re off the hook as far as apologizing goes.”
Huffing, Johnny withdrew his hand to pout. “That’s not what I was getting at.”
Diego leaned in and kissed him – more of a teasing nibble on his lower lip, than anything – much to Johnny’s protest. “Whatever you say.”
Chapter 4: 06/13/2019: Birthday gifts
Just a couple of short things I wrote for some friends' birthdays. :)
#1 - Mista/Giorno
#2 - Josuke/Okuyasu featuring genderbends
Giorno didn’t move at first, not even for Mista’s conspiratorial tone. He was in a relaxed state, rocked by the gentle motion of the boat on the waves, the sun warm on his skin but the light breeze enough to make it comfortable. Plus he had dark sunglasses on, so for a moment… he listened to the waves lap against the hull and the nearby pier, breathing in the faint mist of salt. With his eyes closed, he could have drifted like that forever.
Except for the sudden shadow blocking the sun. “Giorno… you asleep?”
Giorno’s lips twitched in a brief smile. He pushed the sunglasses up to peer at Mista. “No,” he said. He arched an eyebrow. “Something the matter?”
Mista leaned forward, resting his chin on Giorno’s bare chest. “Nah,” he replied. “Just bored with my book.”
Giorno snorted, pulling one arm up to pillow behind his head. “And so now I should be your entertainment?”
Mista grinned as he sat up again. “Why not? We’re on vacation, right, boss?”
With a snort, Giorno pushed himself up on his elbows. “Yes, so you shouldn’t call me boss,” he teased, reaching up to pull Mista down by the back of his neck into a quick kiss.
Mista snickered against his lips. “Oh? But I think you like it,” he said, lifting his hands to run through Giorno’s hair, which hung loose around his shoulders.
“Mm, do you?” With his head tilted back like that, it looked like Giorno was mostly enjoying the fingers playing through his hair.
The other man just hummed in the affirmative. “But fine… GioGio it is,” Mista said, apparently pleased with this joke.
Giorno only snorted and pulled him nose to nose again. “Mista.”
“Less talking. More kissing.”
Mista smirked and snuck in one more “okay boss”, before kissing him again and again as requested.
Josuke peeked an eye open as Okuyasu sat next to him with a couple of cold beers. He grinned. “Thanks,” he said, sitting up a little more.
Okuyasu smiled. “Nah, it’s the least I can do after all your help,” she replied.
They cracked the cans open, Josuke sitting up properly. The view of the neighborhood was something from up on the roof. They had spent the large part of the day repainting several of the rooms on the first floor of the Nijimura home. Okuyasu had saved up a lot of money during their last few years of high school, but she still preferred doing the fix-ups that she could on her own.
Josuke hadn’t objected to helping – much. The summer would be boring without her, and it would’ve been hard walking past her house and into Morioh to go goof off while she was working hard.
“Is your dad okay down there?”
She smiled. “Yeah. I got him all settled on the upper level just in case, anyway.”
Josuke took a deep swig of his beer. “Good,” he replied, scooting a little closer to her. Instead of looking out over the neighborhood, Okuyasu had tilted her head back and looked up towards the stars. Josuke peered up with her. The sky was clear and beautiful, with the sun slipping below the horizon and more stars beginning twinkle in the darkening blue. “Deep thoughts?” he asked.
Okuyasu laughed and took another sip of beer herself. “Me?” She shook her head. “No. Just thinking about how summer nights are the best.”
“Oh?” Josuke said, gazing over at her.
Okuyasu smiled as she leaned her head on Josuke’s shoulder, letting out a deep and content sigh. “Yeah.”
Josuke smiled and wrapped his free arm around her. They were quiet for a long moment, watching the light fade out of the sky and the brief flicker of a couple falling stars. “Mind if I stay the night?”
Okuyasu laughed. “I was going to ask you to come back tomorrow, so… not at all,” she hummed.
Josuke leaned in and kissed her lips. Okuyasu tasted sweeter than any summer night, no matter how perfect.