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bonnibuckets · 1 year

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breathless | tonowari

warnings: possessive! smut, and a guy not taking no for an answer (at first) fingering, oral fem receiving! p penetration!

pairing: fem navi x tonowari

summary: your husband loves you dearly and makes sure you know constantly.

wc: 1,422

playlist: (not in order)

sad girl - lana del ray

the hills - weekend

all mine - brent faiyaz

the color violet - tory lanez

after last night - silk sonic/bruno mars

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You smiled as you made your husband another necklace, you loved making things that’s how you showed your affection. So as you can imagine the collection of things your husband has stored away. He might not wear them all but he cherishes everything you made.

As of right now, he’s on a hunt and you’re doing your normal tsahìk activities along with some other things. It wasn’t unheard of for you to get comments or admirers and even gifts from men in the village. You were always thankful and flattered, but tonowari has your heart and you have his.

He never worried too much but he definitely would have his occasional stare at the men who said anything to you. Not because he was insecure or scared he was the exact opposite when it came to you. Tonowari knew nothing would ever happen but that didn’t stop his possessive nature.

His possessive side only showed behind “closed doors”. At night he’d hold you close and whisper in your ears “i love you” “your heart is mine” and other things of that nature. But tonight was different someone crossed a line — “i cherish you! please return my feelings i can be everything you need” a man from the village, exclaimed, holding your hands.

You stared at him, dumbfounded,“no i’m sorry but i cannot, my heart belongs to tonowari alone”. You said ripping your hands from his grasp, but it seemed he wouldn’t take no for an answer as he grabbed your arms tightly, hurting you. “stop this immediately!” you yelled, trying to escape free from his grasp.

“what is this?” tonowari spoke from his gut. The man immediately let go and tried to play it off. “i see you brother-” tonowari cut him off “i was not speaking to you I was speaking to my wife”. You looked at him while rubbing your arms and then look to the sand underneath you. “nothing dear let’s get going.” You faked a smile, you just didn’t want to start anything between the men.

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When y’all made it to y’all’s tent, tonowari immediately said “what happened”. You sighed as you had your back, turned away from him. “he just…wouldn’t take no for an answer” you said fidgeting with your fingers. Tonowari growled before turning around and trying to leave before you grabbed him immediately “no please i don’t want any fighting!” You said grabbing his face with your hand, and rubbing your thumb against his cheek.

Tonowari sighed into your touch before holding your hand. “i’m sorry, my love” he kissed your forehead. Then he grabbed your chin and pulled your head up to look him in the eyes before kissing your lips. You immediately gave in to the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. It was a romantic kiss at first but then started to get more passionate and heavy. You entangled your hands into his hair and pulled him closer to you as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, leaving no room for air for either of you.

Y’all panted into the kiss as it became more and more passionate and feverish. Then you pulled away to take a breath “i..love..you” you tried to catch your breath. “you’re metkayina you should be able to hold your breath for longer my love” he teased. “you just take my breath away” you smiled while caressing his chest. Tonowari hummed before he grabbed your ass and whispered in your ear “let me show you how breathless i can make you be”.

You smirked while blushing, “then show me wari’ dear” you teased. He let out a chuckle before grabbing you and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he held you up by your thighs. Y’all kissed as he made his way to y’all’s bed, he laid you down as he moved to your neck, and sucked gently. You squirmed as he caressed your body all over, “mm so beautiful” he whispered into your skin.

You sighed lovingly as he kissed your body all over, and then made his way to your nipple. He sucked on one of them while pinching and rolling the opposite. Your breath hitched as you whined for more “please my love”. “please what?” tonowari said picking his head up. “you’re so gorgeous, and mine” he hummed you blushed and looked away. “no honey don’t look away, i want you to see me devour you”

You mindlessly buckled your hips into him “mmm please tono” he chuckled once again before dipping down to your loincloth. He immediately removed them, and you helped him by lifting your hips to make it easier. Once they were off his mouth was immediately on you, licking and slurping you up. Your hips bucked into his mouth as your hands went to his hair. He moaned into you, which only made your reaction stronger.

He then sucked on your clit as he used his fingers, curling and pistoning them into you at an unrelentless, speed and force. You covered your mouth with your hands silencing your moans, so no one else could hear. Tonowari didn’t like that, he came up while still using his fingers “no love, i want to hear. i want others to hear that you’re mine, that i’m the one making you feel like this, not them”.

You whined as you grabbed onto the bed as you felt the pressure rising in your core. “yea just like that” he said before licking you up again. You heard him say a bunch of muffled “mine’s” into you, his words only made it worse for you to keep it in. Your mouth hung open as you moaned “yes yes please more”.

The pressure kept rising more and more as he continued to fuck his fingers into you. “yesyesyes please!” you moaned loudly as the pressure snapped suddenly. Your voice cracked as you rode out your high as tonowari stayed attached. Then he got up and licked his fingers as he took off his loincloth. “i hope you’re ready dear”, “mhm” you said huffing still wanting more. He pulled you closer as he lined himself up, softly rubbing your clit before he slipped in and started slowly.

“faster,” you said grabbing his arm, he kissed your forehead before readjusting then pistoned his hips. Your eyes rolled back in satisfaction as you made a plethora of noises everyone was sure to hear, but at that point — did it really matter? “yea so pretty baby, you’re my wife” he grunted while going rougher. The pressure you felt slowly made its way back “i’m yours tonowari” you said smiling breathlessly. He looked so spent — hair ruffled and sweat running down his tatted face and body with parted lips he was close and you were in heaven.

Tonowari pushed your stomach down with his hand and you lost it, “oh my eywa!” you said shutting your eyes and death gripping the bed. The pressure you were desperately trying to keep back kept pushing you to slip and you couldn’t handle it anymore. “i i’m i can’t please” you said babbling nonsense. “i know dear…me too” he said closing his eyes. Then the hand on your stomach was pushed harder and the pressure finally snapped violently. Your vision went a little blurry and you moaned and your legs were shaking.

He spilled out a mantra of “that’s it yes, fuck, you’re mine all mine only mine shit”. He kept going even though you were sensitive, “please hurry” you said touching his chest, and right as you did he finished inside. His ears flattened and he slowed down and stayed inside to keep his cum inside “this will let everybody know you belong to me” he laughed as he pulled out, and collapsed next to you.

You smiled as he pulled you into his arms “i love you more than life itself” tonowari kissed the top of your head lazily. “as do i my dear” you snuggled into him as y’all drifted to sleep.

— [Fin]

a/n: writing this had me giggling and kicking my feet 🤭🤭

#tonowari #tonowari x reader #fanfic #avatar #avatar smut #fluff #shameless smut #smut #metkayina #possesive love #avatar way of water #awow #avatar 2 #tonowari smut #tonowari x y/n #tonowari x you #tonowari x yn #tonowari fanfic #tonowari fanfiction

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kemetic-dreams · 4 months

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1938 - PAULINE JOHNSON and FELICE BOUDREAUX, sisters, were once slaves on the plantation of Dermat Martine, near Opelousas, Louisiana. As their owners were French, they are more inclined to use a Creole patois than English.

"Us was both slaves on de old plantation close to Opelousas," Pauline began. As the elder of the two sisters she carried most of the conversation, although often referring to Felice before making positive statements.

"I was 12 year old when freedom come and Felice was 'bout six. Us belonged to Massa Dermat Martine and the missy's name Mimi. They raise us both in the house and they love us so they spoil us. I never will forget that. The little white chillen was younger than me, 'bout Felice's age. They sho' had pretty li'l curly black hair.

"Us didn't have hard time. Never even knowed hard time. That old massa, he what you call a good man.

"Us daddy was Renee and he work in the field. The old massa give him a mud and log house and a plot of ground for he own. The rain sho' never get in that log house, it so tight. The furniture was homemake, but my daddy make it good and stout.

"Us daddy he work de ground he own on Sunday and sold the things to buy us shoes to put on us feet and clothes. The white folks didn't give us clothes but they let him have all the money he made in his own plot to get them.

"Us mama name Marguerite and she a field hand, too, so us chillen growed up in the white folks house mostly. 'Fore Felice get big enough to leave I stay in the big house and take care of her.

"One day us papa fall sick in the bed, just 'fore freedom, and he kep' callin' for the priest. Old massa call the priest and just 'fore us papa die the priest marry him and my mama. 'fore dat they just married by the massa's word.

"Felice and me, us have two brothers what was born and die in slavery, and one sister still livin' in Bolivar now. Us three uncles, Bruno and Pophrey and Zaphrey, they goes to the war. Them three dies too young. The Yankees stole them and make them boys fight for them.

"I never done much work but wash the dishes. They wasn't poor people and they uses good dishes. The missy real particular 'bout us shinin' them dishes nice, and the silver spoons and knives, too.

"Them white people was good Christian people and they christen us both in the old brick Catholic church in Opelousas. They done torn it down now. Missy give me pretty dress to get christen in. My godmother, she Mileen Nesaseau, but I call her 'Miran'. My godfather called 'Paran.'

"On Sunday mornin' us fix our dress and hair and go up to the missy's looking-glass to see if us pretty enough go to church. Us goes to Mass every Sunday mornin' and church holiday, and when the cullud folks sick massa send for the priest same's for the white folks.

"We wears them things on the strings round the neck for the good of the heart. They's nutmeg.

"The plantation was a big, grand place and they have lots of orange trees. The slaves pick them oranges and pack then down on the barrel with la mosse (Spanish moss) to keep them. They was plenty pecans and figs, too.

"In slavery time most everybody round Opelousas talk Creole. That make the words hard to come sometime. Us both talk that better way than English.

"Durin' the war, it were a sight. Every mornin' Capt. Jenerette Bank and he men go a hoss-back drillin' in the pasture and then have drill on foot. A white lady take all us chillen to the drill ground every mornin'. Us take the lunch food in the basket and stay till they done drill out.

"I can sing for you the song they used to sing:

"O, de Yankee come to put de nigger free,

Says I, says I, pas bonne;

In eighteen-sixty-three,

De Yankee get out they gun and say,

Hurrah! Let's put on the ball.

"When war over none the slaves wants leave the plantation. My mama and us chillen stays on till old massa and missy dies, and then goes live on the old Repridim place for a time.

"Both us get marry in that Catholic church in Opelousas. As for me, it most too long ago to talk about. His name Alfred Johnson and he dead 12 years. Our youngest boy, John, go to the World War. Two my nephews die in that war and one nephew can't walk now from that war.

"Felice marry Joseph Boudreaux and when he die she come here to stay with me. There's more hard time now than in the old day for us, but I hope things get better.

#african #afrakan #kemetic dreams #africans #brownskin #afrakans #brown skin #slaves #slave pic #alfred johnson #new orleans #catholic church #PAULINE JOHNSON #FELICE BOUDREAUX

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leucoratia · 1 year

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Leucoratia's ultimate JJBA fic recs

A/N: Here are all the jojo fics I ever reblogged as well as my AO3 favourites, they have passed peer review and I reccomend them all with my eyes closed! This masterlist will be updated as I read (so don't forget to check the original post on my blog, new fics might appear!)

My favourites ever will be highlighted in pink! Happy reading!

Gen :

-"Bruno Bucciarati's Guide to Motherhood" - Buccigang : "Some little stories about Mafia Mom and his six kids, featuring such classics as: “How many times can the kids say ‘Mom!’ in an hour,” “Maybe if I hide in the bathroom I can have five minutes of alone time,” and “No Stands at the dinner table!”

-"Rain in the Flower Garden" - Buccigang : After defeating Diavolo, Giorno discovers a new power and starts to put things back together. A story in which Giorno brings people back (angst)

-"Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want" - Dio : "What would it take for Dio to fight on the side of the Joestar family? For Diavolo to serve society in a beneficial way? For Jotaro to actually be there for his daughter? An AU with a dark beginning and a wholesome ending." (Mudad, mind warnings)

-"Remember me as the sky" - Ceasar Zeppeli : "We'll do everything that'll make Lisa Lisa mad at us" Ceasar lives, at a cost.

Character x Character :

-"Catch of the Day" - Pirate!Avdol x Merman!Polnareff

-"Unbroken" - Esikars : "When an argument broke between Kars and Esidisi, a severe injury drives the Flame King away with the redhead infant. Through pain and betrayal, Esidisi struggles to come in terms of his role in Kars' life. And try to find something within him, which is unbroken."

-"When the Ancient Being Prayed" - Esikars (NSFW) : "After drifting into space aimlessly, Kars was reborn as a human being. As he readjusts himself to the present times, would he forget the past and moved on? But it's really hard with the hot historian who resembled his old lover."

Bruabba :

-"It Starts Like This" : bruno deals with epilepsy which has been caused by being undead (everyone lives AU, angst)

-"Gold room": An abridged history of Bruno Buccellati and Leone Abbacchio, told in ten parts. (Fix-it AU, relationship study)

-"Arm Candy": Leone Abbacchio is at rock bottom, so he might as well catch whatever he can reach to pull himself back up. When a stranger from the mafia offers Leone a job as his bodyguard Leone accepts it, but he has no idea Bruno Bucciarati is much more than a regular gangster, and that the job would turn out to be much stranger than Leone expected. (AU, T4T, mind warnings)

Caejose :

-"Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can" : "They say stand users attract other stand users, do you think it's true in other ways too?" Bruno and Leone get together and help eachother figure themselves out. (T4T, transitioning)

-"He wears a pair of silver wings" : What if there never were any vampires, pillarmen and red stone of Aja? What if Joseph and Ceasar were just two men on opposite sides in WW2, stranded together in the middle of the Alps?

-"The Ghost of Ceasar Zeppeli" "Caesar was content to guard over Joseph's family in the afterlife, he had no idea what that would entail"

-"A field of words I wish I would have said" : Jotaro comes to Joseph for advice, making him reminisce his time with Ceasar (angst, canon character death)

Jonadio :

-"The Convergence of Two Stars" (Les Misérables AU) : "Following a fight with this father, young Jonathan Joestar moves from his estate to the Gorbeau tenement, intent on making his own way in the world. Unbeknownst to him, his next door neighbour is someone whose fate is tied to his own through a shared past. Their meeting may be the catalyst to change the course of both their lives."

-"Rosa Sangue" : hanahaki, but the loved one is dead and the sufferer immortal

-"A little derring-do" : "Come now. Would you rather I go out and jump on some unlucky fellow in the streets? All because Jonathan Joestar couldn't give up some of his precious blood. So selfish, Jojo."

"I would rather you hadn't put on that mask at all," Jonathan chided. And yet, he raised a hand to trace one careful thumb over the sharp, sharp tip of Dio's fangs. He almost wanted to press just a little bit harder, enough to see the skin split open and spill red. (Blood drinking, midly dubious consent, frottage)

Jotakak:

-"Twisted Love" - Jotakak: "Noriaki Kakyoin has been in love with his best friend for years. The only problem? Nothing has changed, and it seems like the best course of action would be to just forget about it and move on. The catch? He has to pretend to be his boyfriend for a game show." (fake dating, undercover as a couple, slow burn, fluff and angst... best Jotakak fic I've ever read)

-"In water" - Jotakak (mind warnings) : "Broken, battered, barely clinging to life, Kakyoin wakes up in the ICU after Egypt with one thought on his mind: he has to survive, because important people are waiting for him"

-"Watching for the Tide" - Jotakak (transfem Joot <3) : "Before stands, before Dio, it had been easy for Jotaro Kujo to hide that she was a girl, but with her soul displayed as Star Platinum—huge, powerful, and definitely a woman—it was becoming harder to ignore."

Diavolo :

-"Moonchild" - Diavolo & Doppio: where Doppio deals with an "intruder" in his appartment, whose only misgiving is drawing children's drawings everywhere and messing up (character study, Diavolo's wounded inner child. All of this author's jojo fics are really great)

-"He'll find him waiting like a lonesome king" - Diadop (NSFW) : Diavolo finds a way to meet doppio face to face, but only temporarily

-"Double" - Diadop (beware warnings) : "In the beginning, they were only Them. From the moment of their birth, they were Two, and they had no name for Themselves, and they needed none. They watched from behind their eyes, and they smiled and laughed at each other’s passing thoughts, and they cried from the same hunger and reached for the same bottle. Their selves were driven only by simple thoughts; instinct, need, care- and so there was no disagreement; to be two was as natural as to breathe, to drink, to cry."

-"The Healing Power of Nothing" - Diavolo & Trish : "While Diavolo was trapped in the death loop, Trish learns about her father's fate and convinces Don Giovanna to release him from his torment. Upon release, Diavolo is left a paranoid wreck, keeping himself sheltered from the outside in fear of dying again. Dying multiple times enabled him to reflect on his past actions, wishing to start over but is aware he is worthy of forgiveness. Trish on the other hand, wants a father in her life again is willing to give him that second chance."

-"Vae Victis" - Diavolo/Giorno (NSFW, mind warnings) : "At the 15 year anniversary of Giorno's ascent to Don of Passione, Bruno convinces Giorno to pull Diavolo from the death loop."

Giorno Giovanna:

-"Baby mine" -Giorno & Buccigang : Giorno is hit by an enemy stand which causes him to regress to his newborn state. He must grow older again while his friends turn into family. (angst, found family, past child abuse)

-"The child of god" - Mudad : A universe in which Dio comes for his son

-"My devil / my darling" - Mudad : Dio is dead. But that doesn't mean that it will stop him from visiting his son in his dreams...or rather nightmares. Dio takes it upon himself to be Giorno's sleep paralysis demon.

-"Ripped Out" - Giorno & Buccigang : "Abbacchio gets sent on a simple mission with his least favorite Passione member. Even after defeating the boss, his irritation towards Giorno hasn’t completely faded. But what if the “perfect” teen gets hurt?" (warning: OW)

-"Still Learning" - Giorno & Buccigang: "They winked. And then, suddenly, there was a child standing right before them in his pyjamas, looking for all the world as though he had been pulled out of bed"

-"Blood Runs Thicker" - Mudad : "Should they prove themselves worthy of their birthright, he would ensure his sons their rightful place as a part of his eternal legacy. He hoped, for their individual sakes, they would do so."

-"Sunlight" - Mudad: "It was the first few rays of morning that woke Dio, along with Giorno’s squirming. Dio wasn’t exactly a morning person--he preferred staying up into the late hours of the night if he chose to extend his day, not waking up early. Unfortunately for him, his son was, often waking up right before or after sunbreak. Whatever internal clock his little body ran on, it was determined to have Dio up every morning before 7am, which in his very professional and official legal opinion, should be a crime."

-"You are someone I have loved but never known" - Mudad : Dio's spirit visits his son. A story of fatherhood, trauma, and catharsis, told through years of dreams of Giorno Giovanna.

-"Son of the Tiger" - Mudad : Dropping by Dio's awful mansion to deliver a report, Hol Horse meets someone unexpected.

-"Belgian chocolate" - Mudad : Dio and Giorno are at home, chillin' like villains. An old friend (and a new one!) drops by. (No warnings, same timeline as Son of The tiger)

X Reader :

-"Rekindled Meetings" -Mer!Jotaro x Reader : y/n reunites with their estranged mermaid best friend after a storm

-helpimhyperfixating's jotaro x reader masterlist

-"JJBa & You : fall dates edition" - Bruno, Abbaccchio, Gyro, Jotaro, Josuke, Diadop, Diego, Giorno, Kakyoin, Poly! Caesar & Joseph

-"Foolish Games" - Bucciarati x reader : “Excuse me, think I’ve mistaken you for somebody else, Somebody who gave a damn.“ (warnings: death, part 5 spoilers, soft nsfw)

-"A glimpse of Us" - Bucciarati x reader : Dating and sex work requires communication, something you and Bucciarati learn the hard way. (NSFW)

-"Cassandra Gemini : Multiple Spouse Wounds" - Dio x reader : in which you are a prostitue who has known Dio for many years. This is the story of your first and your last meetings (NSFW)

-"Several nightcaps later" - Abbacchio x reader (NSFW): "Abbacchio's unresolved issues and drinking habit have taken a severe toll on his sex life. After learning about jerk-off-instruction, he comes to you with his problem. You're more than happy to help."

-"The Altar" - Diavolo x reader (NSFW, demon!diavolo, non-con elements): "You find the source of a strange blight in your pumpkin patch. However, nothing could prepare you for what you encounter there."

-"The Domestic Diavolo Chronciles" - Diavolo x reader (domestic fluff)

-"Bratty's Kink compendium" - jojo x reader : NSFW oneshort request compliation. Basically kink heaven (mind warnings)

#x reader #bruabba #caejose #esikars #jotakak #mudad #diavolo jojo #fic recs #masterpost #giorno giovanna #jonadio

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kimbapisnotsushi · 11 months

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okay gang buckle up here are the highlights from the notes and mini comics in the back of the english version of "beginnings & endings" let's go!!

(also i know translated images of these are probs floating around somewhere but i have literally never seen these before except in the og jp artbook bc i don't go on twitter so like. this one is for the tumblr gang i guess?? anyways have fun!)

there's a small comic where yamaguchi tells tsukki that he hears hinata has been doing meiso (瞑想, or meditation) every day which i guess is a homophone because tsukki goes "he's been doing meiso forever, what?" (迷走, to stray/act randomly) and pictures hinata always going off on his own and doing random shit LMAAAO

also there's a mini comic where bokuto is wearing a lab coat and is like "omg don't i look good in this?" and komi and konoha are like "yooooo the lab coat is so sick it makes anyone look smart it's so amazing etc" and akaashi is in the back whisper-yelling "IF YOU GUYS PRAISE THE LAB COAT TOO MUCH THEN BOKUTO WILL GET JEALOUS OF THEM"

THERE'S ANOTHER MINI COMIC THAT'S ADVERTISING THE SALE OF VOLUME 33 WHICH KAGEYAMA THOUGHT WASN'T REAL BC "hinata's dig is on the cover!?!?! that can't be right!! that has to be fake!!"

and then he promotes it by saying "it's got hinata crappily bumping the ball on it. hope you'll like it"

another mini comic shows hinata sending a pic of himself and oikawa in rio wishing kageyama, yachi, tsukki, and yamaguchi a happy new year except like. oihina are squatting over a sand sculpture they made that's a replica of the kagami-mochi which is making yachi, tsukki, and yamaguchi lose their shit. kageyama (who is separate from them on a jog) does not seem to realize what it is and wonders why they built a pile of poop

KANBAYASHI SHOWS UP IN ONE OF THE MINI COMICS??? I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT JUSTICE FOR MY BOY LET'S GO

literally he just introduces himself and where he is ("i'm currently standing in front of the men's room at fukurodani high") and explains that today is the final day of a MASSIVE joint training camp and takes us to see how things are going AND THEN WE SEE EVERYONE BURSTING THROUGH THE DOORS AND SUGA YELLING "IT'S PARTY TIME!!!!"

dude i fucking LOVE this one bc like. kamomedai is there. it's at fukurodani so obviously they're there. the ppl that come in are karasuno members (the third years plus tsukki, hinata, and kageyama), kuroo, and oikawa (so we know nekoma AND seijoh are there) so i'm just like. who the fuck else is there. this IS a party. it's THE crossover. THE ensemble cast

tbh i'm a really big fan of thinking that this is the intro panel to that huge colored spread furudate did of all the teams gathered around the nekoma v karasuno match bc it's the only thing that makes sense!! that WAS the final day of their massive joint training day session!!!!

THERE'S A SHORT MANGA IN THE BACK DETAILING FURUDATE'S RESEARCH TRIP TO BRAZIL I'M SO FUCKING EXCITED LET'S GO

furudate used hinata, tsukki, and kageyama to represent themselves and two editors who went with them

apparently local sports sites interviewed furudate bc they wre curious to know about the manga and then furudate. turned around and interviewed them right back about beach volleyball LMAAAO

two of the women's beach volleyball players they met (barbara seixas and fernanda berti if anyone knows them!) did the kamehameha pose and furudate drew them in it

the meal that oikawa and hinata ate together was traced directly from a picture furudate took when they got lunch with the athletes LOL

they also visited barbara seixas's house and got to see all her medals and trophies!!

the next day they went to go interview from the men's side and met bruno oscar schmidt and evandro gonçalves. these guys were funny bc furudate asked them "do you ever clash over opinions or get into arguments?" and apparently schmidt (who is 6'1") pointed at oscar (6'11"!!!!) and went "what, you think i'd pick a fight with him?"

then they visited gonçalves' apartment where he also had a lot of trophies LMAO, and his apartment was used as inspiration for the apartments of hinata and pedro / heitor and nice!!!

keep in mind that furudate has been using hinata, tsukki, and kageyama to represent their team this entire time so it looks like those three have just been hanging out with irl volleyball players LMAAAO

then they went to corcovado mountain to see the statue and, in a rare moment of rawdog honesty, tsukki admits that the view from the top is pretty

ALSO THERE ARE PENCIL SKETCHES/ROUGH DRAFTS ON PAGE 369 OF DIFFERENT SCENES BUT ONE OF THEM BEING THE KARASUNO V NEKOMA SPREAD WITH ALL THE TEAMS WATCHNG

okay from this point we're going to be getting into furudate's work process and office space!!!

furudate's got his own desk in the back corner of the room right by a window. in the center there are four staff desks shoved together divided in half horizontally by a giant wall of tissue boxes. the reason for this is because they meant to buy a desk partitioner but kept forgetting to, and now they've decided that they don't need one bc they have the tissue box wall????

btw the tissue box wall suddenly appeared out of nowhere. like it actually says "the staff members must have felt awkward facing each other with nothing in between, because at some point there was suddenly a stack of tissue boxes there"

also they stuck like. alllll kinds of things to the tissue boxes. notes and diagrams and and sketches and literally anything that would make an easy reference

also furudate straight up admits that the most annoying thing to draw was hinata's head LMAAAO

and apparently inarizaki jerseys were supposed to have a line across the shoulders but everyone decided that was way too much work so they stopped

furudate has a stepping machine under their desk (it's two actually, one on top of the other) that they use while working bc they heard that Google employees do the same. they don't have any lower back pain so i guess it works??

furudate also really likes the fudenosuke brand of thin brush marker pens and goes through quite a lot of them. at one point one of the staff members drew the whole tokyo city gymnasium ceiling with only those pens

idk if you guys want me to go into the whole technique and tool thing if any artist wants to know send me an ask and i'll make a separate post for that bc this is getting really long already aaaaaaaaghhhhhh

furudate keeps a small volleyball whiteboard on their desk and uses magnets of the characters to plan how a game might play out which actually might be MY personal favorite fun fact about them like that's SO cool??? there's also a photo of the christ the redeemer statue stuck on it they got during the brazil trip and also notes about oikawa's and futakuchi's hair parts LMAAAO

they don't finalize the art digitally instead furudate calculates the size of the copy and then prints each piece out and pastes it onto the manga pages

i actually have no idea what that means i mostly copied it word for word but it sounded SUPER interesting

because of that tho furudate made a joke that paper cement was the most important supply in the office

they keep two pairs of volleyball shoes on the desk for reference . . . . it's hinata's and kageyama's shoes . . . .

they have fanart on the wall from not only fans and staff but oda eiichiro (one piece), kishimoto masashi (naruto), and horikoshi kohei (my hero academia). there's also a framed jurassic park poster which is apparently furudate's favorite movie (LMAO?? that explains some things i guess) and it was playing in the background as they drew the final chapter rather than music

they also keep video game consoles and video games in the office, and they'd play the radio during the day and switch to TV in the evening. they play pre-recorded shows or movies when they have to pull all-nighters which, like, mood

and furudate REALLY likes horror movies apparently? they like the grudge, the ring, one missed call, the conjuring, rec, zombieland, and the mist

okay the last few pages from here on out are insane it's furudate's comments on different scenes from each volume or the volume covers and spans like fifteen pages???? i might make a separate post for that one too

also at the bottom of each of those pages are the different hq characters walking and such and i'll probs also post separate pics bc THEY'RE SO CUTE AONE HAS A LIL CAT FOLLOWING HIM

anyways thanks for sticking with me guys!! that was a long one jesus christ

#sou says stuff #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu: endings and beginnings

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Lord Jesus you gotta give me a piece of this. Bella, what are the sluttiest and most perverted things the bucci gang members have ever done? (i.e: public masterbashawn, etc) Headcanons pls

Omg thank you for this ask 😩😩😩💓 sorry it took me a while to get to. You’re in for it now because I have so many headcanons. Everyone prepare themselves because I’m about to turn up the heat 🔥

Important Note: I didn’t add Abbacchio because I don’t see him that way. I did add Trish Una because she’s part of the gang in my book and she’s my wife. Also characters are all aged up

Bucci gang Most Perverted Secrets & Sluttiest Actions

Headcanons 🔞 NSFW

Fugo Panacotta

He’s shy and awkward but look how sexy and attractive he is. He’s also gentlemanly too. He’s definitely got people chasing him.

That being said I think the most shameless and sluttiest action he’s ever done was sleep with someone he’s tutored. I feel it in my gut. He’s definitely done it.

He doesn’t teach piano lessons anymore due to the reason above

I think he has a collection of sex toys too. Cock rings, dildos, and some other ones that go into some crazy kinks. He reveals it to whoever his bedroom partner is

He’s totally checked out sexy nerds and flirted in hopes of eventually hooking up

Look at that suit and tell me he doesn’t want to draw some attention. Real talk, I’m sure he showed off the hickeys without realizing it. He gets embarrassed about it. He’ll ignore it and go to a restaurant like that without a care in the world after he gets over the embarrassment

Fugo doesn’t care if his thong is showing. It’s obvious he’s wearing one. It’s gotten him plenty of attention. He bought his from an expensive online store. They’re either black, red, or purple. Narancia and the others get grossed out. Especially Mista and Abbacchio.

He watches porn with student and teacher scenarios. He also watches sexy librarians masturbate. However he watches these at libraries in private areas.

He carries strawberry flavored lube

He’s had sex with an enemy once but it was hate sex. He only did it because they were coming onto him and he was horny, wanting to blow steam

Fugo masturbates in the morning sometimes thinking about this one hot professor he used to have a crush on. She was beautiful and wore clothing flattering to her figure. Someone he hooked up with left their undergarments behind that happened to be the same type as said professor. He keeps it somewhere secret

Guido Mista

The sluttiest out of the entire gang. We don’t slut shame, we slut appreciate Mista ❤️❤️❤️

This man is such a huge flirt he’s always having one night stands when he goes out at night.

One time during a mission he hooked up with a girl and got into the back of her car with her. Giorno and Narancia caught him and dragged his ass back to the mission. Narancia jabbed him in the stomach and Giorno gave him a hard time since their mission was important.

Mista has woken up between two girls in his bed and did not remember the night before. This has happened multiple times.

He keeps a condom in one of his boots most of the time, depends on how risky the mission is

He masturbates in the shower because he’s too lazy to clean up his room if he makes a mess.

He doesn’t care where he’s at if he’s having car sex. The most public places being at club parking lots, movie theater parking lots, and fast food parking lots but in those cases it has to be at night since he doesn’t want kids seeing

He’s masturbated at Lebeccios restaurant before. It was in the restroom of course

He’s been in an orgy on rare occasions

He’s definitely sneaked peeks at women if he gets the chance. Like he’s a bit of a pervert and if he likes what he sees he’s staring. He will think about them when he’s masturbating without a doubt

Mista has most definitely slept with the enemy if they were sexy and hot. He feels no shame.

Mista wears men’s thongs too, he don’t care who see’s. He’s too confident

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno is pretty popular and sometimes he uses it to his advantage to get a hookup. Even if it ends up with him paying for a hotel.

Bruno likes guiding the hand of the person he’s flirting with to his chest then unzips his top to show off the rest of the lace downwards..

He has had sex in an alley multiple times. He gets away with it because of his stand

He has used his zipper abilities to snatch the panties of the person he hooked up with. He feels very lucky if it was lingerie or lacy.

Bruno is a panty sniffer

Bruno masturabates with said panties

He has had sex at clubs and parking lots before

Bruno likes wearing different lace under his outfits because he looks forward to the reaction of any bedroom partners

He has a modest collection of dildos he doesn’t want anyone knowing about

Trish Una

She has slept with rich boys on multiple occasions. They have to really impress her for her to be interested. She keeps their numbers in her diary for whenever she’s in the mood. A sort of list if you will

She has a similar list for women too

She loves putting on a show for whoever she’s flirting with at the club

She has worn lingerie and angel wings as a costume. She totally did it to get a hook up

Trish will only have sex in the back of limos and sports cars but she does make acceptions to luxurious cars as well

She’ll wear one bra size down and panty size smaller because one, it makes her feel sexy and two, sometimes she has a dildo in her. She goes into public with it secretly on because it gets her going. When she’s close she’ll masturabate in the dressing rooms or restrooms of nice restaurants.

She has masturbated in the dressing room of Victoria’s Secret multiple times

She likes huge designer bags because there’s room for a few sex toys.

She likes hello kitty or other Sanrio character sex toys

All her sex toys are pink, including the fuzzy handcuffs she uses on her partners

Giorno Giovanna

He has had sex in hotels during the day on multiple occasions, with the window open

He has masturbed with his window open before without a care in the world (RIP his fan girls/fanboys)

He’s had handjobs at restaurants underneath the table during a date. He’s good at hiding it but he’ll “cough” sometimes.

Giorno has had sex under a bridge before, it was at night time

He has had hickeys revealed thanks to his boob window and doesn’t care who see’s

Giorno likes going to the beach and having fun in the changing tents if they caught his interest

He likes using his stand to create flowers with aphrodisiac affects for himself or his partners

Sometimes Giorno has hidden condoms or sex toys that are turned into one of his ladybug broaches

He sometimes accidentally gets glimpses of people fucking in alleys when he’s used his tree growing ability to go onto roofs. If it catches his interest or he’s feeling horny he’ll watch

When he wakes up late next morning and he’s a disheveled mess he doesn’t care if he has to get to work like that. Messy braid, lip prints, scratches, or hickies? Oh well

Narancia Ghirga

He definitely has porn magazines under his bed

He has also hate fucked an enemy during a mission but unlike Fugo he’s done this multiple times. He hasn’t gotten caught thanks to his stand

He’s got one serious knife kink. He doesn’t need a sex toy he’s got a separate collection of pocket knives specifically for his knife kink

He’ll only masturbate if his tangerine, orange, or a lemonade scented wax warmer is on

He likes to masturbate in front of a mirror too but only the one in his room

He secretly wears thongs but unlike Fugo and Mista he is more decent about it. Narancia also wears leather undergarments hidden under that clothing too.

He’s gotten a BJ in a movie theater before

He’s also had sex in the bathroom stalls of a theater and in a janitor closet

Narancia’s magazine stash is dirty like he accidentally got some of them filthy, don’t touch them for your own sake

He has most definitely had sex in alleys before. He’s thankful his stand allows him to detect others but unlike Bruno he don’t care half the time unless it’s children or police.

Narancia has received blow jobs under tables at restaurants but he whimpers and begs for sex in his partners ear

His nudes were leaked thanks to a shitty ex of his. No one in the gang knows and he’s thankful for it

He gets turned on by the smell of coconut and mango

He once received nudes from a hook up and sexted. He keeps the photos in a special file

He perchased lingerie for a girl once and was sure to pick it up after ordering it online. Unbeknownst to her he masturbated with them before giving them to her. He couldn’t help himself he thought it looked sexy

#request #jjba headcanons #not sfw #dividers not mine #bruno bucciarati smut #giorno giovanna smut #guido mista smut #narancia ghirga smut #buccigang #fugo panacotta smut #trish una smut #not sfw themes

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Is it... bad that I just do not CARE about men's mental health no matter how many articles I see about it? "single men are lonely :(((" They made the manosphere roe is overturned and are railing against no fault divorce. I just... don't have energy for this right now. Like i've advocated for men's mental health before, but I'm seeing an INFLUX of "what about men??? they need WIVES!" sentiment from the right and i just. I'm just not feeling it.

No, you're not a bad person at all. The intense legal misogyny and widespread cultural revanchist toxic-masculinity grievance politics right now are absolutely exhausting, and I often feel the same way. However, I think it's possibly useful to differentiate what's actually upsetting you the most, and how that's not the same thing as what the peddlers of this narrative would like you to think. After all, you're not fed up with men's mental health per se; you're fed up (and rightfully so) with the reactionary right-wing fascist narrative that constantly insists that helpless men are victims of the evil women and gays, that the only way for a (white, straight, Christian) man to be happy or a "real man" is by engaging in toxic masculinity, traditional patriarchy, and the destruction of feminism, and that Manhood (tm) is under some kind of existential threat by those soft wimpy liberals who talk about feelings and other gross stuff, and not just Beer, Guns, God, and Freedom. (You know, as if the entirety of human history has happened just to get us back to this point of caveman patriarchy, but let's not talk about Bruno.)

Extreme and macho masculinity/insisting that there's only one way to be a man/any gender variance or departure from traditional norms is Bad, are all key social features of fascism. That's why a) there's such a backlash against trans people right now, and b) most of that concern has focused on the idea of "men in dresses" pretending to be women, "betraying" their gender assigned at birth, "preying" on (poor, helpless, unaware, feeble) women, and otherwise voluntarily relinquishing their manhood, which under fascism is synonymous with power and therefore the worst crime imaginable. After all, with these ludicrous state laws about being forced to dress as your gender assigned at birth -- who do you think is going to be most affected by that? I'm sure they'll get around to criminalizing women wearing trousers and plaid shirts eventually, but it's really hard to tell if a woman is "dressing according to her biological gender." If a male-presenting or AMAB person attempts to dress in more feminine fashion, however, that is the heart of the problem and what fascism is trying to restrict and outlaw.

After all, regardless of what the right wing carps and sobs and screams about, "manhood" is not a unitary, singular category, and rich, white, straight, Christian, Trump-loving men are not the "default" standard for manhood, no matter how many terrible books Josh Hawley might write about the subject. Black/Hispanic men, Indigenous men, trans men, queer men, disabled men, immigrant men, poor men, Muslim men, etc., are all also men, but obviously fascism doesn't value them or think they're complying with the heteronormative white supremacist paradigm. So yeah, obviously all their talk about "men's rights" basically boils down to "women should voluntarily relinquish all the legal and social advancements of the last 150 years in order to meekly serve men, uphold white theocratic fascism, and establish Gilead without a complaint, like good biblical helpmeets!" So THAT, or at least it feels like to me, is what you're angry about, and you should be!

Because the right wing has been so successful at casting "men" in general under this one category, it can be hard to pick apart or see any nuance in what's going on, and you don't have to give the time of day to those "poor mistreated men need tradwives!" nonsense pieces. But by continuing to push back against this awful definition of manhood, you can help show how it's interlinked with fascism and racism, it's inflicting terrible damage on men themselves, and help men understand that they DON'T need to live like that or force themselves into that paradigm in order to be successful. So yeah.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts

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dumb-teambucciarati-headcanons · 10 months

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Father’s Day headcanons (even though that already passed oops)

-since Giorno had such a bad experience with his step dad and never knew his real dad, Father’s Day has always been something he didn’t think much of. He understood the sentiment, but knew that parents weren’t always the ones that pointed you in a good direction. Often it was someone else that helped shape who you are for the positive. He always would wonder about who his real dad was though. Like is his real dad good at dance dance revolution?

-Father’s Day has been bittersweet for Bruno ever since his father passed away. Even though he doesn’t like the overly gendered things for sale around Father’s Day and Mother’s Day, anything that had to do with fishing always reminded him of his dad. So he always buys a ton of it when he sees it. The house is full of cheesy fishing Father’s Day merchandise.

-Abbacchio feels that the best gift he could give his father for Father’s Day is to not to have to hear from him. In fact most of the time he feels like people were better off if they didn’t have to put up with him, except for maybe the other members of the mafia. Abbacchio hates that steak is gendered towards men and rolls his eyes whenever he walks past the super “masculine” Father’s Day merchandise they sell in stores.

-Mista is a father to all of the pistols, obviously, so on Father’s Day he buys a ton of food for himself of course. He bought himself one of those #1 Dad mugs. Also has a #1 dad shirt he wears on occasion.

-Father’s Day makes Narancia feel a huge mixture of negative emotions. The rest of the gang know this, as most of them have negative feelings towards the day as well. But Narancia, being Narancia, is much worse about knowing how to decipher his emotions than some of the other teams members so he is usually having a super bad day without really knowing the root cause of it all or knowing how to best move forward through the emotions. He tends to make a mess.

-despite his anger issues and rocky family memories, Father’s Day itself doesn’t make him feel anger. It’s more the random people that would like to mention things like “oh, even if he wasn’t a great dad he still provided for you” that made him angry.

-Trish hates her dad <3

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"Emmet, why am I here."

"For winning those popularity polls."

"I'm not sure I understand what I'm supposed to do-"

"Don't worry about that. Go there. I'll cheer you on! Good luck!"

And so Ingo stood in line with a variety of different people he had never heard of before. To his right was a stout humanoid 3D thing that looked halfway between his twin and Speed Racer, which wasn't exactly a combination he wanted to deal with; to his left was a somewhat nervous man, him too clearly a 3D animated model, who didn't seem to be enjoying himself very much. Perhaps he could have helped clear up what would have gone down.

"Excuse me," he started very politely, making the man startle and a couple mice fall off of his ruana, "My name is Ingo - I'm afraid I don't quite know what all this is about, as my brother dragged me here with barely any explanation. Do you know what we are being judged for, by any chance?"

"Ah - er, I, well, it's--" the poor guy struggled a moment, quickly shaking his hand: "Bruno Madrigal, buenos días -- it's, eh, I'm not - not sure either, I think it's about, about handsome men? Something like that, my niece told me, something- something like that. Which, eh, makes little sense that I'm - that I'm here, I have-- my brothers-in-law, they're more - you know-"

Several voices shouted something in Spanish: a small squadron of variegated 3D characters (his family, Ingo assumed) whoo-ed and hollered from the sidelines to offer Bruno encouragement, including a pair of men very likely to be the aforementioned husbands of his sisters.

"It would seem they have great faith in your abilities and looks!" Ingo noted. Bruno tried to collapse inside his ruana a little bit, embarassed. "I'm certain you will thrive in this competition!"

The man gave a sort of nervous smile: "Eh, I'm afraid not," he chuckled vaguely (no need to tell him about that tiny vision he had coaxed out of himself which assured him he wasn't going to win, which was kind of a relief to be honest) "But I, I'll try my best."

"Bravo! That's the spirit!"

Este tío es lo más raro contra lo que podría enfrentarme, Bruno thought as he recoiled a bit from the loud volume. Pero bueno - and he looked with vivid terror at the pair of pixelated monstrosities at his left (some sort of lanky purple pole with a misshapen hand and pitch black eyes and a small clearly haunted toy screaming about selling something called a cungadero) - también me lo podría pasar mucho peor.

Oblivious to his opponent's thoughts Ingo scanned the horizon to see if something caught his eye; he perked up as he recognized a few traits towards the right end of the opposing line, and immediately put a hand to the side of his mouth to drive his voice further.

"HELLO, FELLOW POKÉMON CHARACTER!" he shouted.

Anybody wearing pants at that moment very nearly shat them.

A punk from the other side looked around, squinted his dark eyes, locked them on the conductor's figure and finally shouted back: "AYYY!"

"How, how did you-?" Bruno asked in disbelief, eyes going from his opponent to the other guy.

"We have a very similar art style," the Subway Boss explained at a slightly lower volume in order not to bust the poor man's hearing while he still had it good.

Bruno blinked, then compared their appearances once more: huh, yes, the definitely did. The more you know.

"WHO ARE YOU?" the punk hollered.

Ingo turned back to him: "MY NAME IS INGO, I AM A SUBWAY BOSS! PLEASURE TO MEET YOU! WHO ARE YOU ?"

"I'M YA BOY GUZMA, BABY!" the other replied. He hit his chest with both hands in a show of great power: "DESTRUCTION IN HUMAN FORM!"

"WE ARE SLIGHTLY CONFUSED BY THE PREMISE OF THIS COMPETITION!" Ingo continued, gesturing to himself and Bruno. "DO YOU PERHAPS HAVE A CLEARER IDEA OF WHAT IT ENTAILS?"

"YEAH, KIND OF," Guzma answered. "IT'S TO SEE WHO OUT OF US ALL WEIRD MEN IS THE SEXIEST!"

There was a bout of silence.

"YOU KNOW," he continued, "IN A RATATA KIND OF WAY."

"I DON'T BELIEVE I'M VERY FLATTERED BY THAT," Ingo honestly replied.

"YEAH I'M NOT SURE YOU SHOULD BE," Guzma admitted, "BUT HEY! WE'RE STILL CONSIDERED PRETTY DAMN SEXY! WHICH IS SOMETHING!"

"Ask him how we're, how we're going to, uh, decide that," Bruno whispered.

"DO YOU KNOW THE METHOD THROUGH WHICH THAT DECISION WILL BE EVENTUALLY MADE?"

"I MEAN, EVERYBODY ELSE IS GONNA VOTE I THINK! WE'RE JUST GONNA MAUL EACH OTHER LIKE, MENTALLY."

"SO NO PHYSICAL VIOLENCE?"

"NAH."

Bruno sighed in relief.

"I WISH IT WAS THROUGH POKÉMON BATTLE!" Guzma lamented. He glared at the yellow triangle staring right at him with its single eye: "BECAUSE I'M NOT GONNA LIE, YA BOY'S KINDA FUCKED!"

"DON'T GIVE UP SO SOON! YOU HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED!" Ingo encouraged him. "WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU WON'T MEASURE UP TO THE TASK?"

"MY FIRST FIGHT IS AGAINST BILL CIPHER, BRO! THEY'VE DONE SOME SERIOUS SHIT WITH HIM, I'M NEVER WINNING THIS!" was the answer, followed by: "THOUGH AT LEAST I'M NOT THAT HUMAN VOLTORB UP AGAINST THE SKELETON!"

"WHO YA CALLIN' A VOLT-ORB, YA CUNT?" a very dirty shirtless man with hair on fire and two not exactly well-made prosthetic limbs shrieked, hand going to throw one of the many hand-made bombs that had already been confiscated for the very reason that he wouldn't have hesitated to launch one at the slightest provocation.

"WHAT SKELETON?" Ingo asked instead.

"THAT ONE!"

"heya."

"HELLO! WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"

"sans."

"A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU! GOOD LUCK!"

"thanks, you too."

"HEY!" Guzma hollered to get Ingo's attention back, "AFTER THIS YOU WANNA DO A POKÉMON BATTLE?"

Ingo's eyes lit up (very literally): "WITH PLEASURE!" he readily replied, "IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE HERE WITH A FRIEND OR A RELATIVE I'M CERTAIN MY BROTHER WOULD LOVE TO DO A MULTI BATTLE!"

A faint 'fuck yeah!' emphasized the last part of his sentence.

Speakers crackled blowing a couple lines of static sounding like a few coughs to warm up their throat.

"Pokémon sexymen, please stop yelling," they finally spoke: "Everybody please get ready, the first rounds will be taking place in a moment - uh, odd number participants turn to your left, even number participants turn to your right and, hm, yup, we're ready."

Satisfied enough with what they were seeing, the unseen announcer hit a little bell, the kind that sits at hotel counters in movies or on the table where restaurants leave the dishes ready to be taken to the tables.

"May the sexiest man win. Good luck!"

Bruno was very glad to have lost on the first round, immediately, Ingo sparing him the anxiety of having to go any further. The two gladly shook hands and bid their goodbyes before the 3D man returned to his family, who had been a little saddened to see him eliminated so soon.

The Subway Boss searched for Guzma in the opposite line: he found him laying face down on the ground, clearly upset and defeated, as the yellow triangle floated forward in a gloating manner.

He would have gladly yelled some words of comfort at him, but something bony and frozen cold snuck itself into his collar and on his neck and he jolted downwards with eyes wider than a Bronzor.

"Please do not touch the conductor!" he shrieked, stumbling on his own feet, "Sudden distractions like these may cause terrible incidents!"

"Oh! I do apologize, mister Conductor," said a surprisingly friendly-looking clay skeleton clad in the most goth pinstripe suit Ingo had ever laid eyes on: "I only wanted to tell you we're up next."

"We?" the Subway Boss repeated.

"Yes, the two of us winners," the skeleton nodded. A bony hand laid in the stilted yet elegant manner typical of stop motion on his clothed ribcage as he introduced himself: "Jack Skellington, Pumpkin King of the Town of Halloween, and I believe you screamed your name... Ingong?"

Royalty? This was certainly proving to be quite the contest!

Ingo quickly bowed, hoping not to have offended his opponent: "My name is Ingo, sir! Subway Boss Ingo, at your service. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"The pleasure is all mine," Jack assured him. His pitch black sockets fixed on the 2D man's coat: "I'll say, I believe you would be quite at home in the Town of Halloween! This is a delightfully dark get-up!"

"Oh, thank you! It's merely my uniform... Though I'm certain my partner Pokémon, Chandelure, would definitely enjoy the atmosphere of your home," Ingo mused, "She is a fiery ghost psychopomp, after all..."

"Why, she sounds like a dream!" the skeleton king cried out.

Eager to show off his darling soul-eater, the Subway Boss made a motion to reach onto a notch in his belt where her Pokéball should have sat - but he remembered only then that he had not been allowed to bring his team along, having to leave them instead in his brother's care.

"EMMET!" he shouted (causing another round of pants shatting) "COULD YOU PLEASE RELEASE CHANDELURE? I WOULD LIKE TO SHOW HER TO THE PUMPKIN KING!"

Emmet gave him thumbs up. Moments later, Chandelure chimed cheerfully and shined her flames to encourage her trainer.

To say Jack was smitten with her would have been an understatement.

"I must have her!" he almost sang. "I have to! Oh, Zero will adore her, I know it!"

"I could catch a Litwick for you-"

"No no no, it must be her! Let's make a deal, mister Conductor-" the pumpkin king proposed "-If I win, you will lend me your gorgeous Chandelier for a whole year!"

In the span of a single sentence, the stakes had risen vertiginously.

Ingo's pose stiffened as he readied himself to fight with tooth and nail, fingers clutched tightly on the brim of his cap: "I am sorry, but in that case I will be forced to stop you in your tracks," he sternly replied. "As her trainer, I cannot let Chandelure fall into someone else's hands!

From his seat on the sidelines, Emmet grew very interested.

"Oooh," he cooed, "This'll be good."

"How can you tell?" Plumeria (who was only here because Guzma didn't have a license and had to be driven over) asked.

"He's gotten serious. And when Ingo gets serious, it's always verrry fun."

The young woman looked at the lanky black figures squaring up for the next fight: "He better win then," she muttered.

Jack had been a good sport in the end, accepting defeat graciously. He was now talking to a similarly tall, lanky, black clad, white faced man who was particularly fucking terrifying; the two had eventually been joined by a lovely purple thumbnail for a poscast which spoke with a male voice, entertaining all together a conversation which featured a lot of static noise - incomprehensibly perfectly understood by both skeleton and thumbnail.

Ingo had not managed to listen in much, partially because he was not one for eavesdropping, partially because he was busy in his own next round against a teen boy in desperate need for therapy.

Said boy had gripped his arm when he had lost with a look in his eyes like madness.

"You must defeat him," he had hissed, probably talking about his next opponent. "He defeated my boyfriend as supreme twink... I couldn't avenge him then nor now... You're my Hope..."

"I will do my best," the Subway Boss had assured him rather nervously. "In the meantime please accept this phone number, call it and take care of yourself."

Unfortunately for the poor Nagito (who reacted to the news by wailing inconsolably for roughly fifteen minutes in the arms of a similarly aged boy who seemed to be very done with this sort of situation) Ingo did not pass the semifinals, bested at last after a discreet winning spree by one extremely desperate looking man by the name of Reigen Arataka, according to himself esper psychic extraordinaire.

"An excellent fight!" the conductor congratulated Reigen with genuine earnestness, energetically shaking his hand hard enough to make the guy wobble like a wacky wavy inflatable tube man in a hurricane, "You've fought valiantly and secured your road to the finals!"

The man wheezed out a thank you, trying to fix his tie as he gulped down a breath to make his daring request - but a shout interrupted him before he could began, making him crumple on himself.

"INGO!" Guzma yelled from the sidelines with a half drunk Tapu Cocoa in his hand: "DID YOU WIN?"

"HELLO GUZMA!" Ingo yelled back. "UNFORTUNATELY I HAVE LOST THIS MATCH BY 10 PERCENT!"

"FUCK!"

"THIS HOWEVER MEANS THAT WE CAN HAVE OUR POKÉMON BATTLE SOONER THAN SCHEDULED IF YOU'RE STILL INTERESTED IN HAVING ONE!"

"FUCK YEAH!"

Content with the response, Guzma took a sip of his drink and squinted a bit to recognize the guy next to Ingo.

He waited a moment, and then yelled again: "ISN'T THAT THE GUY WHO WON THE COMPETITIONS FOR NUMBER ONE TWINK, DILF, MILF, AND INTERNATIONAL SEX SYMBOL?"

Reigen felt himself crumble as the Subway Boss turned to repeat the question; he stopped the conductor in his tracks with a fulmineous hand gesture: "Yes," he admitted, "Yes it's me. I have... Acquired those titles through my undeniable talents and great strife in the past few day."

Even 'MILF'?, Ingo thought as he elected to completely ignore most of the acronym as well as the rest of the titles. I didn't know he was genderqueer! Good for him!

"You must have an incredible drive and strong fighting spirit! Bravo!" he simply said. Then, turning back to Guzma: "IT IS HIM!"

The punk nodded solemnly: "YOU FOUGHT AS WELL AS YOU COULD, MAN," he stated proudly. "THOUGH CAN WE KEEP THE BATTLE FOR AFTER THIS IS DONE LIKE WE PLANNED EARLIER? BECAUSE THE OTHER FINALIST IS THE SKELETON AND I'VE GOT TO SEE WHO WINS THIS ONE!"

"The what?" Reigen asked with palpable fear in his voice.

A lot closer than Guzma, standing in his pixelated glory near the flat on the ground remains of Bill Cipher, Sans Undertale waved at the two 2D men.

Ingo waved back politely and congratulated his victory.

Reigen began sweating.

"He seems to be a tough opponent!" Ingo commented in blissful unawareness of the fake psychic's fear, "I wish you good luck!"

"Well as a sign of sportsmanship and good faith in my chances to win--!!!" Reigen very quickly blocked him before he could leave and his chances of at least bribing one somewhat handsome guy into saying he was sexy (in a rodent kind of way but whatever) vanished in smoke: "As your last opponent, you should vote for me in this final round, don't you think? I can throw in a--"

"Oh certainly!" Ingo cut him off before any offer of spirit cleansings or massages could be made. "I'll be very glad to lend you my support in this final stretch of tracks before your last station!"

Blessing this altruistic and easily swayed man, Reigen thanked him with a thumbs up that exuded more confidence than what he actually had.

"Why'd he give you thumbs up?" Guzma asked once his fellow trainer had left the battlefield to join him on the quest to find his brother among the mess of people.

"Oh, he thanked me for promising to vote for him," the Subway Boss explained. "Will you also vote for him?"

"Nah - but it's nothing personal, y'know? 's a matter of principle," and he gently beat his chest with his fist, "Team Skull's gotta side with the bones."

"A code of honor among comrades... I understand very well."

Passing Komaeda, who was now attempting to climb up one of the speakers to shout encouragement at Sans, Guzma squinted at a figure in white: "That your brother near my girl Plumeria?"

"Why yes, that's him!"

"Damn, you two look really similar. It's like you're twins."

"We are!"

Emmet greeted his brother with a finger pointed right at his face, a toothy grin, and a chirpy: "You lost! Sweet revenge."

Ingo huffed a bit of a chuckle.

"But also-" his twin continued, and with a swift motion he plucked both their hats from their heads to place his own on top of Ingo's. "Third place crown! I am verrry proud of you. Yup!"

"Oh! Why thank you!" the elder brother laughed, "Now we match!"

"Yup, yup! Did you have fun?"

"I'd say so, yes! It was surprisingly intense at times. But I do believe I've made a couple friends across franchises, even."

"Nice! Me too!" and Emmet pointed at a large pixelated skeleton in a rather weird outfit and incredibly long straight teeth who was approaching them at concerning speeds: "He likes puzzles."

"GREETINGS, HUMAN!" the skeleton shrieked in a friendly manner.

Guzma looked at him.

"Is that fucking Papyrus from Deltarune," he asked flatly.

Papyrus looked at him.

"IS THAT FUCKING GUZMA FROM POKÉMON SWORD AND SHIELD?" he asked back.

They quickly shook hands with a sudden air of intense professionalism.

Plumeria's look assured the twins that she had no idea what was going on or what any of this meant.

"Excuse me," a young voice made Ingo turn around to see a fourteen-year-old boy in school uniform looking up at him with somewhat soulless eyes, "Did you compete against Reigen, my shinshou?"

"I did! My name is Ingo. You are?"

"They call me Mob. Do you think he has any chance of winning?"

"Well, he is certainly very determined," the Subway Boss mused, "And I've heard he has won several of these contests already."

"AT THE VERY LEAST HE IS PUTTING IN MORE EFFORT THAN MY BROTHER!" Papyrus butted in. Hearing himself being mentioned, Sans turned a little and waved at the group while his brother continued: "THAT LAZYBONES HAS BARELY DONE ANYTHING MORE THAN WALK TO THE NEXT POSITION AFTER WINNING SO FAR!"

"Ah, but perhaps that's the secret to victory," Ingo hummed. "Mr. Reigen seems to be taking this far too seriously."

"You weren't taking it seriously?" Mob asked.

"On the contrary, I was very serious about each individual match!" the man explained: "But I approached the competition as a whole rather lightly, as a fun activity. Your master on the other hand seems to concern himself far too much with it - to the point where he looks like a Mincinno in the rain."

"Wet and miserable," Emmet translated.

"Yeah, he does look kind of pathetic," Plumeria agreed mercilessly.

Mob looked back at the battlefield, where his employer was doing various increasingly weird poses as a way to warm up while his opponent took a nap.

Maybe he should follow his own advice, the kid thought, And not let other people dictate his self-worth...

"He's a good person," he stated solemnly. "Even if he pays me 300 yen."

A bout of vaguely horrified silence passed through the group without touching Papyrus, who had long ago decided to ignore the economy and all that stemmed from it.

"Like," Guzma finally braved to ask, "300 yen an hour?"

"In general."

Another pause.

"Bad," Emmet sentenced.

"Definitely illegal," Plumeria echoed.

"You need to immediately demand a significant wage increase," Ingo ordered.

In the end, Mob's last second vote had secured the victory.

Papyrus was now parading his newly crowned #1 sexyman brother on his shoulder with the pride and joy of a chef presenting his award winning plate of piping hot spaghetti with tomato sauce between the enthusiastic hollers and clapping of fans, while Reigen was sitting with a second place smoothie contemplating a very select few of his life choices, something which happened incredibly rarely despite being a man who pretended to have psychic powers and got in extremely dangerous situations because of it for a living.

Watching Komaeda being driven away by a large fish lady with a glowing blue lance after attempting to hail Sans like some sort of divine idol, the four Pokémon characters were having quite a ball.

Emmet's attention was suddenly caught by a bit of eavesdropped conversation to his left, between a blue man with an enormous head and a lady in a very similar 3D style - something about hating that someone was right this time.

He turned around very quickly and ran directly into the two of them too fast for Ingk to manage to stop him: "I am Emmet," he introduced himself, making the blue man jump, "I am verrry interested in your conversation! Please continue. Who is right about what this time?"

The woman gripped her man's shoulder tight enough to quell any instinctual murderous movement before he accidentally killed the strange guy.

"Uh - well, it's nothing really," she waved dismissively, "It's just an inside joke, a minor nemesis of ours once thought the queen of England was something made up and there was no such thing, and now he's, well, you know - right."

Emmet cocked his head to the side: "What do you mean?"

"WHAT!" the very dirty shirtless australian man with hair on fire who had called Guzma a cunt earlier screamed at that very moment, talking to an enormous friend of his who wore a gas mask somewhat reminiscent of a pig's face: "YA MEAN SHE'S BIT THE BULLET FOR REAL?!"

The kind of silence that precedes inordinate amounts of unbridled chaos fell for roughly fifteen seconds.

"That," the blue man replied.

"SANS!!" Papyrus turned to his brother as if he had played some kind of part in this.

(Mob, famed anime icon of both socialism and antifascism, who had released a beam of 100% relief in the vague direction of London at the news of his employer's defeat, saw it fit to remain quiet.)

"Oh no!" the Subway Bosses exclaimed.

Ingo then turned back to Guzma and Plumeria: "Would this be a bad moment to have that Multi Battle we had scheduled?"

"Nah, we can totally go for it," Plumeria reassured him.

"Very well then! All aboard!"

And the four of them left to find a quieter place to battle in peace.

#sexymen poll #submas ingo #submas emmet #guzma #sans #reigen arataka #bruno madrigal #jack skellington #nagito komaeda #mob #papyrus #plumeria #death tw #random writing #i caved in. whatever the fuck happened on thursday was too goddamn funny

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Whumptober Day 30 - "Creature Comforts" (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

A wholesome one for today's @whumptober fic

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Prompt Used: Borrowed Cloathing Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 5 Characters: Team Bucciarati

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1: Abbacchio

Bruno Bucciarati had seen a lot of desperate men in his line of work, but few who looked as depressing as Leone Abbacchio, standing in the foyer of his apartment, soaked to the skin and dripping like a stray cat.

"You can shower if you'd like—there might still be hot water this time of night," Bruno told him, tucking the umbrella beside the door. "I'll find you something dry to wear."

The man shook himself and nodded, taking a hesitant step toward the bathroom door as Bucciarati pointed it out.

One he had provided him with a towel and showed him how the shower worked, Bruno hurried to his room and tried to find something for their guest to wear that might actually fit—Fugo definitely wouldn't have anything.

Bruno sighed, rummaging through his drawers, pulling out a pair of sweat pants that were slightly long on him and a plain t-shirt.

It was then he found the lump in the back of his drawer, fingers tangling in soft knitted cables. He hesitated slightly, but pulled the sweater out, holding it up. It was still definitely too big for Bruno, always had been.

Part of him wanted to put it back in the drawer and keep it for himself, but his father had also instilled in him the importance of helping those in need. So, Bruno would pass it on to someone more in need than him.

When he heard the water turn off in the bathroom, he knocked on the door. "I'm leaving some clothes out here for you. You can come to the kitchen when you're done and I'll get you something to eat."

He set the stack of clothing down and headed to the kitchen to start making some coffee. Even he was chilled after being out that night and he'd remembered the umbrella.

It was a few more minutes before Abbacchio showed up with wet hair and the too-short sweatpants. The sweater however—a dark blue wool with chunky cabling down the front and an open ribbed collar—fit him just about right. If not slightly long in the sleeves.

"Can I get you some coffee?" Bruno asked.

Abbacchio winced, still standing there as if unsure of what to do. "I—thanks, sure," he mumbled. "Thanks for the clothes too. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"It's not a problem," Bruno assured him as he went to fill a cup. "Cream or sugar?"

Abbacchio shook his head. Bruno set the cup on the table, urging him to sit down. Abbacchio took a hesitant step before he finally took a seat, tugging at the sweater. "This is really nice, I'll get it back to you once I can get back to my apartment tomorrow."

Bruno hesitated, but finally waved his hand. "Keep it. It was always too big on me anyway, and I'm sure you could use some warmer clothes? Besides, wool keeps you warm even when its wet So if you forget an umbrella again…"

Abbacchio looked up at him with some confusion for a long moment before he pulled the cup of coffee closer and took a sip. "Okay then. Thanks. I appreciate it."

Bruno smiled back and decided he was glad that the sweater would finally get some use.

2. Fugo

It had been a long stakeout in the cold. Stealth had prohibited them from turning the heater on in the car, and Abbacchio felt pretty terrible seeing just how much Fugo was shivering by the time they finished, the drive home with the heater on full blast hadn't even been enough to thaw either of them out.

Not to mention that their heater wasn't functioning fantastically in the apartment either, so it wasn't much warmer there.

"I'll make some tea, you should go get something warm on," Abbacchio told the kid worriedly. Fugo was so skinny that Abbacchio was afraid he might catch cold—though he would never say that to Fugo's face unless he wanted his nose broken.

He went to throw on a sweatshirt and thick socks before he started boiling some water.

Fugo showed up in a few minutes, still shivering, in a long-sleeved shirt with a thin cardigan over it and a pair of sweat pants.

Abbacchio eyed him briefly, but didn't want to embarrass the kid by asking him if he was warm enough. He simply took out two mugs and some tea bags and poured the water over them when it started to boil.

"Want to work on the report together?" Abbacchio asked him.

"Sure," Fugo replied, clenching his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering. He went to get paper and pen and Abbacchio sat down with his notebook where he had written down observations and snatches of conversation that night.

The tea worked to warm Abbacchio's core and he got to work compiling info with Fugo for their report.

He reached for a pen at the same time Fugo reached for his tea and Abbacchio's hand brushed his, feeling like ice.

"Jesus, kid," he hissed, pulling his hand away sharply. "You're actually freezing!"

Fugo glowered, hunching his shoulders as he pulled his hands back and clasped them around his mug, still shaking every once in a while. "It is freezing in here, you know."

"Don't you have anything warmer to wear?" Abbacchio asked genuinely.

"Nothing comfortable," Fugo huffed. "Just my overcoat."

Abbacchio frowned and stood up. "Hold on, I'll be back."

He went to rummage around in his closet, trying to find something warm for Fugo to wear. That was when he spotted the dark blue sweater. He'd almost forgotten about it—the one Bucciarati had given him the first night he'd dragged him back to this apartment. That would be warm enough.

Abbacchio brought it back out and handed it over to Fugo. "Here, try this."

Fugo took the sweater, looking somewhat embarrassed, but he tugged it on and pushed the sleeves up over his hands. Abbacchio watched as his shivering finally stopped all together and Fugo let out a soft sigh of relief. "Thanks. That is better."

"No problem," Abbacchio replied and nodded to the sweater. "You can keep that too, it was just something Bucciarati gave me. You'll need it if the heater doesn't get fixed soon."

Fugo offered a very small smile, huddling into the sweater as they continued with their work.

3. Narancia

"I'm…so sorry."

"Just shut up," Fugo snapped, feeling mud squelch in his shoes—they were probably ruined by now. But at least the mud had been relegated to his lower half. Narancia was practically covered in it. He didn't even realize you could find that much mud within the city limits but any calamity seemed possible with their new recruit around.

He fumbled his keys out of his pocket and opened the apartment up, cringing at the thought of all the mud they were about to track inside. The car was already a disaster.

"Just don't touch anything you don't have to," Fugo muttered.

Narancia tip-toed delicately into the apartment after ditching his shoes by the door.

"Probably the best thing is to dump the muddy clothes into the bathtub so we can rinse them out before putting them into the washing machine," Fugo said.

"Uh, yeah okay," Narancia replied. "But, um, problem—I don't have anything else to wear. I left my wash in the washing machine and I only have my pajamas pants.

Fugo sighed tiredly. "Just…throw your stuff into the tub and I'll loan you something to wear."

Narancia perked up and Fugo hurried to dump his clothes in the bathroom, washing briefly before grabbing a towel to wrap around himself to go find something clean to wear.

He dressed quickly, hearing Narancia swearing as he struggled with his mud-covered clothes then turned with a sigh to his dresser, digging around for something Narancia could wear.

A bundle of dark wool caught his eye and he pulled the sweater out, remembering how Abbacchio had given it to him when he had been freezing that one night. It had kept him warm through the winter, but he could do with passing it on now, especially since Narancia really didn't have that many clothes.

He grabbed a pair of his sweatpants as well and set the neatly folded pile outside the bathroom door.

"Clothes are outside," he said before going to make a call to Bucciarati to tell him the mission was finished.

He was just grabbing the laundry basket in prep to take the clothes down to the washers when Narancia reappeared, practically swimming in the sweater, sleeves slipping down over his hands. But he was grinning, waving the floppy sleeves around.

"Dude this is so cozy! Thanks for loaning it to me."

"Oh, you can keep it actually," Fugo replied. "Abbacchio gave it to me so…it's not really mine."

"Really? Thanks man!" Narancia hurried off as Fugo yelled at his back.

"Narancia get back here! You have to go finish your own laundry—I'm not going to do it for you!"

Narancia hurried back and grabbed the basket from Fugo. "Yeah, yeah, I'll meet you down there."

Fugo shook his head and went to gather the muddy stuff before he realized Narancia had run off with the laundry basket.

4. Mista

Narancia wasn't entirely sure what to think of the new guy yet. He'd been nice enough if not a little out of place with all of them, and Narancia didn't exactly understand why he hated the number 4 so much but he wasn't one to judge.

Still, Guido Mista had a habit of moping around when he wasn't given a task. Narancia could understand that. He'd been the same after getting out of prison. It was hard to adjust back to normal living when you'd had your days so regimented for a long time.

Narancia was currently relegated to the apartment due to a minor injury and that day it was just him and Mista there. The new recruit puttered around in the kitchen getting coffee for a while in the morning before he sat on the old couch in the living room, staring at the wall.

It was…kind of driving Narancia nuts. He didn't understand how someone could sit still like that doing nothing. At least Fugo was usually reading, he could understand that; even if reading didn't keep Narancia's attention for long, it was still doing something.

He didn't want to be annoying, but he poked his head into the living room.

"Hey, um, can I do anything for you?"

Mista looked up. "Nah. I'm good."

Narancia fidgeted. "Aren't you like…bored?"

Mista shrugged. "I don't know. It's just nice to be out of prison." He stood up. "I guess I'd like to take a shower though."

Narancia nodded and went to make lunch as he heard the shower running. Mista returned when he was halfway through eating in just his pajama bottoms and a towel slung over his shoulders.

"Hey, um…I still need to go shopping for some new clothes. Could I borrow some change so I can do a wash?"

"Oh sure," Narancia said quickly and pointed over to a jar on the counter. "Bucciarati keeps that for laundry and stuff."

"Thanks." Mista said and hurried out of the apartment.

Narancia thought about what he had said, and got up to head to his room. He grabbed a box of VHS tapes from under his bed and rummaged in his drawer until he found the oversized sweater he was looking for.

When Mista returned, Narancia tossed him the sweater.

"Here! You can have this for now," he said.

Mista held the sweater up, surprised. "Oh, hey, thanks man. I really appreciate it."

He slipped it on, tugging it down. "This is really nice. You sure you want me to have this?"

Narancia nodded. "It kinda gets passed around between us. You can use it for as long as you want. But only if you answer a question."

Mista cocked an eyebrow as Narancia presented the box he had been holding under his arm. "Do you like movies?"

Mista's face lit up. "I love movies! Hey, you got some great stuff in here!"

"Then let's watch something! Then you don't have to just sit around doing nothing all day," Narancia said. "Pick whatever you want, I'll grab some snacks."

They spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies and chatting and Narancia thought that he and the new guy were probably going to get along really well.

5. Giorno

Mista roamed the safehouse after everyone had gone to sleep, making sure everyone was okay. He checked in on Narancia last, but the kid was sleeping soundly, knocked out from pain pills and exhausted from his still-healing body. He'd been able to leave their makeshift infirmary yesterday though so he was doing a lot better.

Speaking of…

Mista headed down the stairs to the guest room they had made into their designated infirmary while their teammates were recovering. Bucciarati and Abbacchio were still usually unconscious and hooked up to IVs aside from a few times they had woken.

Giorno was sitting beside Bucciarati's bed as Mista figured he would be. The blond had been watching tirelessly since they had gotten to the house three days ago and had barely left the room.

He looked up briefly as Mista poked his head in.

"Hey, can I get you anything?"

Giorno shook his head, reaching up to rub his face. "No. I'm okay."

Mista nodded slowly, taking in Giorno's exhausted frame. "You really should sleep. They'll be okay for the night. They're stable, right?"

"Yeah, I just…" Giorno sighed, before he finally stood up. "Maybe you're right. I'll catch a couple hours on the couch."

Mista frowned as Giorno passed him, noticing that he was still wearing the same lavender suit he had been wearing the whole mission. It had the look of being washed, water thinned bloodstains visible around a couple tears, but Mista realized he'd never seen Giorno put on anything else.

"Hey, um…you want me to wash and fix that suit?" Mista asked. "I think there's a sewing kit somewhere. At least until you can get a new one?"

Giorno looked down at the suit. "I, um…I don't really have anything else to wear."

"Oh." Mista blinked and then realized Giorno hadn't brought so much as a backpack with him. "Hey, I'm sorry man, I should have asked earlier."

Giorno shrugged. "It's not really a big deal. I'll get something soon."

"No way, you need to be comfortable. Stay here, I'll be right back."

Mista hurried up to his room and dug through his duffle bag until he found—ah, there it was.

He took the bundled sweater and a pair of sweatpants down to Giorno, dropping them into his arms.

"Keep these. I've got more changes of clothes."

Giorno smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Mista. I really appreciate it."

Mista gave him a salute and a grin. "Anytime. How about I make you a cup of tea? I was just gonna get one myself."

"Sure."

Mista headed to the kitchen and by the time he got to the living room Giorno was curled on the couch, bundled into the big sweater, fast asleep.

Mista chuckled and set Giorno's mug down on the coffee table before throwing a blanket over him.

"Sleep well, GioGio."

6. Trish

Giorno was up late reading one night when he heard the back patio door open and shut. It was right below his bedroom and he had his window open. He figured someone might just be getting some fresh air, but then he heard the soft, unmistakable sounds of someone crying and frowned, getting up to go see what might be wrong.

He pulled on the heavy sweater Mista had given him and padded downstairs and toward the back of the house.

Through the glass door he could see Trish huddled on the steps leading into the garden, shoulders shaking. Giorno hesitated a second, not sure if he would be intruding or not, but he ultimately decided that Trish shouldn't have to be alone if she was upset and if it turned out she really wanted him to leave, he would go.

He stepped outside, the sound of the door opening causing Trish to turn around, hurriedly wiping her eyes.

"Oh, hey," she said quietly.

Giorno silently went to sit next to her. "Hey. Are you okay?" he asked.

Trish looked away, wrapping her arms around herself. "I…I guess."

"If you don't mind me saying so, you don't really look okay," Giorno responded. "Anything you want to talk about?"

Trish took a shuddering breath and scrubbed a hand against her wet eyes. "It's just…Now that everything's settled down it's kind of hitting me, you know? That I'm not going home—that I don't even have a home anymore."

"I know it's a lot," Giorno said quietly. "I didn't…really have anything to leave, but I can understand how you must feel, being forced to leave everything."

Trish sniffed. "And I miss my mom. I didn't even really have the time to mourn her, so…I guess it's all hitting now, three months later."

She curled around herself, shaking slightly, breath hitching.

Giorno didn't know if she was cold or not, but the weight of the sweater was comforting to him so he tugged it off and looped it over Trish's head.

She looked up in surprise, before a small smile turned up one corner of her lips as she sniffed. "Thanks." She tucked her arms into the sleeves, letting them fall past her hands as she dabbed her eyes on the sweater.

"I'm sorry about your mother," Giorno told her quietly. "But you're wrong, you know."

Trish sniffed again. "About what?" she asked sounding slightly offended.

"That you don't have a home," Giorno replied, nodding back to the house. "This is your home. It's all of our home, and you never need to go anywhere else unless you want to."

Trish looked at him for a long moment, eyes wavering, before she simply leaned forward and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"Giorno that's…that's such a sweet thing to say," she said shakily.

Giorno smiled, hugging her back, letting her cry for a few more minutes before she pulled away and wiped at her eyes again.

"Thank you, that…I feel better now," she said.

"I'm glad," Giorno replied. "I'm always here to talk if you need."

"I appreciate it," Trish said as she stood. "Thanks for letting me borrow the sweater too. It's…really comforting."

Giorno waved his hand as he also stood. "Keep it for now. Mista gave it to me when we first got here, but you should use it now."

Trish smiled with a grateful blush and waved to him as they got inside. "Good night, Giorno. And thanks again."

"Good night, Trish."

7. Bucciarati

Trish was having a hard time sleeping that night and decided to run down to the library to grab something to read.

She had thought everyone had already gone to bed, so she was surprised to find Bucciarati sitting in there in the middle of the floor in his pajamas, a box of photos open and spread in front of him.

He startled as she walked in and Trish stopped.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were up."

A look passed over his face and Bucciarati cleared his throat and said, "It's okay. Can't sleep?"

Trish shook her head, feeling a little like she was intruding as she cautiously stepped into the room. "Not really. You either?"

Bruno gave her a small, sad smile. "Just…looking through some old memories."

Curious, Trish came over and knelt beside him. "May I?"

Bruno waved a hand and Trish picked up a picture of a young boy holding a large fish up proudly. His black hair and blue eyes told Trish that it was obviously the man beside her.

"This was you?" she asked with a smile. "You were adorable!"

Bruno let out a light laugh. "Thank you. It was… a long time ago. I…haven't looked at these for a while but…"

There was a weight to his words and Trish watched him carefully, finally realizing that his eyes were slightly red, the lashes damp as if he had been crying.

"Bucciarati? Are you okay?" she asked quietly.

He cleared his throat again. "I'll be okay, Trish. I…it's been four years today since he died. I just thought…I would take a moment to remember him."

"Oh, Bucciarati, I didn't know," Trish said softly, reaching out to take his hand, squeezing.

"I usually keep it to myself," Bruno replied simply.

Trish was silent, wondering if he wanted to be alone, but, she thought about how she felt when she remembered her mom. How alone it felt. And it was too sad to think of going to bed when Bucciarati was sitting here alone with the pictures of his past.

"Would it…be okay if I stayed here to look at the pictures with you?" Trish asked hesitantly. "Unless you'd rather be alone."

"I wouldn't actually," Bucciarati replied, voice slightly raw.

Trish felt a little relieved, but stood. "Okay, I'll be right back, I promise."

She hurried away to make some hot chocolate, and as an afterthought, ran to get the sweater Giorno had loaned her a while back when had had found her crying. She always put it on when she was feeling bad now and thought that maybe it would comfort Bucciarati too.

She brought the items back to the library and Bucciarati looked up in surprise.

"I made hot chocolate—thought you could use some," she told him with a small smile, setting down the mugs before holding out the sweater. "And this. It's so warm and cozy it…"

She trailed off at the look on Bruno's face when he saw the sweater, eyes wide, mouth parted as if in awe.

"Bucciarati?"

He reached out to take it from her, holding it carefully in his hands, fingers curling into the chunky knitting.

"Where did you get this?" he asked.

"Um…well, Giorno gave it to me, he said Mista gave it to him before that."

Bruno laughed lightly, eyes wet. "And I gave it to Abbacchio a long time ago." He turned to Trish with a small smile. "It was my father's. I had…actually forgotten about it but it seems to have made its way through the team somehow."

"And back to you," Trish replied. "Where it should be."

Bruno slowly tugged the sweater on over his t-shirt, running his fingers over the hem, eyes full of nostalgia. "Funny how things have a way of coming full circle when it means the most." He turned back to her, eyes wet. "Thank you, Trish."

Trish couldn't help herself and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly in the comfy sweater. "I'm glad it came back to you when you needed it most," she told him.

"It did. But anyone is welcome to borrow it at any time," Bruno said. "Perhaps it's best that it belongs to all of us." He smiled "I think that's what my father would have wanted."

Trish hugged him more firmly and genuinely felt at home.

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