#chatty little fella

[skrimbled]

Im being FED i have SO MANY BRAIN THOUGHTS right now what the FUCK im GOING FUCKING FERAL.

mmmm Gringo <3

#chatty chat #Watching a Tango stream #I love Grian and Tango sm #They're so not smart and silly #Chaotic little fellas #I need more Jimmy and Tango in my life i swear to god #I need it #hermitcraft smp #hermitcraft #grian #tangotek #hermitshipping #< kinda #I guess #Counts enough

[kitashousewife]

your patience is wearing thin. normally, osamu is the calmer of the two boys. but tonight is a completely different story.

“easy there fella,” atsumu’s got his arm wrapped around his brothers waist, the other holding osamu’s arm around his shoulder as he walks him out of the bar. osamu gives you a sleepy smirk and a wave, which you return.

“and nobody else was available?” you gripe, voice a little hushed as if osamu would hear.

“i tried, i promise. i hate to do this to ya,” atsumu grunts as he slides his brother into the passenger seat, buckling him in despite osamu’s efforts to make it as hard as possible. “i owe ya one.”

the first part of the drive to osamu’s place is quiet, besides the occasional yawn or sigh. it only took a few minutes for osamu to start talking.

and boy, is osamu a chatty drunk. he always has been, and you’ve known him for years. he can and will talk about anything and everything under the sun, with absolutely anyone.

“thanks fer pickin’ me up, m’pretty,” osamu’s accent is thicker after a couple drinks, and he’s had a few tonight.

he’s also a very flirty drunk.

“don’t mention it ‘samu,” you sigh, focusing on the road. you’re almost to his place, but that doesn’t stop osamu.

“so what’re we doin’ tonight?” he rubs his eyes. you hold back a laugh, but not very well.

“you are going to shower, brush your teeth, and go to bed,” you giggle only slightly. “and i am going to make sure you get home safe and sound.

osamu boos.

“ya sound like ma,” he groans, head back against the seat. he gives you a thumbs down for good measure as he looks out the window.

“oh look! we made it,” you pull into his driveway slowly, hoping he stays in the car before you can help him get out without injuring himself.

“hey! that tickles,” he squirms as you try to unbuckle the seatbelt. as soon as you undo it, you help him out of the car and to the front door. osamu fumbles with his pockets for a moment before stuffing the keys in your hand.

“d’ya want somethin’ to eat?” osamu stumbles into the kitchen, slipping off his shoes near the fridge and throwing his jacket haphazardly off to the side. you pick it up quickly, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards his bedroom.

“another time maybe, let’s get you into the shower first, okay?”

he shakes his head.

“i can shower later,” his voice is whinier than normal. if he wasn’t being so defiant, you’d almost think he was cute like this. voice whiny and cheeks pink, hair a little messy. the warm feelings dissolve when you see him grabbing ingredients out of the fridge.

“osamu, i don’t think cooking is good idea right no-“

“but-“

you sigh, grabbing the things he took out just to put them back in. you pat his back and nod towards his bedroom.

“seriously, osamu. it’s late, let’s get you to bed. please?”

he groans, but follows anyway. you grab his bicep when he starts to get distracted along the way, and he giggles. when you quirk your brow at him, stops walking.

“ya just wanted to grab my muscles, huh?” he smirks at your flustered expression. “don’ worry, i won’t tell tsum, or anyone,” he smirks to himself before leaning rather close to your lips. “it’ll be our secret.”

you gasp and pull back a little to calm your beating heart. truth be told, you’ve had feelings for the guy for a while now. but for the sake of your friendship, you’ve kept this to yourself, too scared to ruin the dynamic.

“alright, you go and take a shower and i-“

you cut yourself off when osamu pulls off his shirt, as if you weren’t standing right in front of him. your eyes to straight to his strong chest, flushed slightly from the alcohol, before trailing down to his toned stomach. as soon as you reach the trail of hair below his belly button, osamu’s hands begin to push his pants down.

“w-wait! how about you do that when you get into the bathroom?” you push him towards his bathroom, holding a new set of clothes in one hand while your other hand pushes on his back.

“stay here,” he whines as you grab him a towel. you shake your head.

“i’ll be right outside, okay? you just take your time,” you give him a small smile and he finally agrees, turning on the shower. he sings to himself as the water warms up, completely unaware of your presence. the longer you’re in there the more you stare, and unfortunately osamu catches on.

“do ya think i’m handsome?” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. you cover your gasp with a scoff, rolling your eyes and pulling his door shut.

“take a shower, osamu.”

the next few minutes you catch your breath, grabbing a glass of water and a few advil for osamu to take, as well as shooting atsumu a text to let him know he’s home safe.

“my teeth are brushed, are ya happy?” osamu shuffles out of the bathroom slowly, clearly very tired.

“very,” you pat his bed. “now just take this, and get into bed,” he climbs into his bed with a comfortable sigh, takes the pills and begins to get cozy. osamu has a look of bliss and exhaustion on his face as he pulls his covers up over his chest.

“are ya leavin?” he pouts when you turn off the light.

“i was going to,” he shakes his head and gives you yet another thumbs down.

“just stay for a bit, please?” he whines, voice beginning to get raspy and sleepy. you sigh, finally giving in.

“okay, just for a little bit,” you lay on top of his bed while he flips over to face you. a few minutes pass by, and his breathing becomes deeper and steadier. you’re sure he’s asleep now, but suddenly he speaks.

“do ya like me?” he whispers, voice almost unsure. you don’t say anything for a few seconds, but he beats you to it. “atsumu told me ya do.”

your stomach sinks, and your mind spins for a moment.

“let’s talk about this another time okay? maybe when you aren’t drunk?”

osamu nods, getting comfortable once more.

“but do ya?” he whispers again, voice much sleepier. “i promised i wouldn’t tell ya that he told me,”

“go to sleep osamu, let’s talk about this in the morning.”

he huffs and flips on his back. only a few minutes later, and he’s asleep.

the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy as you lock up his apartment and head towards the parking lot.

osamu never lies. that’s what you tell yourself the whole ride home, and you hope that as soon as he wakes up tomorrow he gives you a call, remembering everything.

#osamu x reader #miya osamu #osamu x reader fluff #haikyuu fluff #osamu fluff #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #osamu drabble #osamu miya

[zg0nuwa]

Hello... If I can make a request, can I ask for platonic Adam relationship with a gn!reader? Reader, that has personality and traits of a Bennet from Genshin Impact(Adventurous, bubbly, always positive and chatty. But "blessed" with the worst luck ever known to humanity. Like, they like to go on adventures and explore different things, but they may end up getting lost, falling from a cliff, almost drowning, etc. Treasure hunt? Oh, all that they found in chests are radishes, carrots, or useless trash. Something's falling? Probably gonna land on them. Tgey got in a fight? Well, better call an ambulance right away, they may stab themselves with their own weapon. Even cooking may end up by setting the kitchen on fire. But despite all of that, they're still stayin' positive and smiley, believin' that they'll definetely get luckythe next day). Thank you🌺

not-so-lucky charm ; adam

so like i died once again but hey, that’s what they have hell for am i right fellas?

cw ; adam, one mention of suicide, adam is kinda mean

adam will be making fun of you most of the time, they key to calm his ass down is just ignoring his comments. he strives for attention and if you just shrug him off or laugh with him a little bit he will eventually cut down on rude remarks and teasing comments.

at first he might’ve been a little skeptical of your stories because they just sound so outlandish and sometimes unimaginable but once he experienced your luck with front row tickets he starts to believe you. genuinely confused on how you are still “alive”.

at some point he starts to get afraid because what if your bad luck infects him too. it doesn’t, but the idea of chasing him around after convincing him that it is in fact contagious just makes me giggle (he screams like a little girl)

not really sure how you can still be so optimistic about your situation, once told you he would just kill himself if he was in your shoes.

overall he acts like a typical older brother. making fun of you, teasing and all but deep down he cares, because lets be honest, if he didn’t he wouldn’t hesitate to leave you on your own.

#hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader #adam hazbin hotel #adam hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader

[fungusgnat444]

It might as well be spring (1945 post war König au)

SFW, slight xenophobia (someone calls König a Gerry because this is set in 1945), non canon König, implications of size difference, implications of trauma and anxiety, mentions of war, reader gets kinda harassed a little by a customer, reader’s name is Marlina, mentions of smoking, fem reader, I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything. This chapter is relatively short 2.2k words

“Hey! You listening?”, your friend asked exasperatedly as she waved her hand in front of your vacant eyes. You were daydreaming as you often did on your criminally short coffee break. After all, Bill's Diner wasn’t exactly the most enriching place to work.  “Jeez, Marlina. Always off with the fairies, huh?”, she huffed, rolling her eyes at you. Betsy was a good friend but, by God, she was chatty. You often thought if she kept prattling on, her bottom jaw would end up falling right off her pretty little heart shaped face. Unfortunately for you, her jaw always manages to cling on somehow. 

“Sorry Bets. You were talking about Tommy again right?” You sighed as you raised your coffee mug to your lips. 

“Hey! Don’t say it like that, mopey Marli. I’m just excited, is all. He’s coming back today”, she whined as you shot her a perturbed look at the mention of the ‘fun’ little nickname she always used when she wanted to get a rise out of you.

”I know. you’ve been talking about it all week”, you chuckled weakly as she pouted at you. Boys in uniform had been coming in all day. The place was alive with their loud, cheerful chatter. The jukebox blaring, one song after the other; It Might As Well Be Spring by Dick Haymes had played more times than you could count. “… I am happy for you, Bets. I promise”, you reassured as you offered her a soft smile, patting her hand with yours. Although her chatter could get awfully repetitive, you did understand why she did it deep down. She was worried about him and for good reason. Your older brother had come home the week prior. You knew what it was like to worry yourself sick over someone; sleepless nights whenever you’d read something in the paper about the war over the shoulder of someone’s worried father as you served him coffee, waiting impatiently for the mail every Tuesday, desperately hoping another letter would come. You were just glad the war was finally over. The diner was no fun but it sure beats the monotonous work at the ammunition factory. ”… You think he’s really going to propose?”, you asked quietly as you leaned closer, a cheeky smirk washing over your face. She blushed and cast her eyes down to her lap shyly.

”He says he got me a pretty little ring from Paris”, she chuckled gleefully looking back up at you.

”Well, whatever your answer is just please, for the love of god, don’t pick those hideous lilac bridesmaid dresses you showed me. If I have to wear that I might not even show up”, you jested. She slapped you on the arm playfully as she tried her best to protest through the laughter that erupted from the two of you.

”That’s quite enough, girls. Back to work”, Bill’s gruff voice warned joylessly as he waddled past you. He was such a tubby, little grouch of a man but at least he paid well. You both stood reluctantly, rolling your eyes and groaning an annoyed ‘yes sir’.

As you tightened your pinny around your waist, you heard another groan from Betzy’s lips. “Ugh, great… More army boys”, she sighed. Your eyes followed hers out the large windows, seeing several more cars full of boisterous men pulling into the car park. You huffed as each of them bustled into the diner in their shabby green clothes. God, you were sick to death of that stupid muddy coloured fabric. A group of about five of them sat at one of your tables and whistled you over. Great… more touch starved boys for you to serve. 

“Hey fellas. What can I get for you?”, You chirped with a faux-polite grin on your face. 

“Coffee and apple pie all ‘round… maybe throw in your number just for me, sweetheart”, one of them jeered with a cheeky grin, making all the others burst into shameless laughter. It took every ounce of your remaining energy not to roll your eyes. You just stared back at them bemused as you jotted down their order. You knew they probably hadn’t seen a girl in ages but that didn’t stop you from fantasising about spitting in every cup of coffee you served them as each of their greedy eyes stripped you bare.

”Sorry, hon. My boyfriend came home last fortnight, so it seems you’re all out of luck”, A bare faced lie. The lie was worth it though; their greedy smirks all turning into butthurt pouts. You strutted away trying your best not to giggle. You walked behind the counter and Betsy’s eyes met yours knowingly, as you grinned. “Order up”, you said cheerily to Bill, handing him the order so he could fetch the pie.

As you returned to the table with the pie and began to pour their coffee, you noticed something quite peculiar out the window. At first the sight annoyed you but eventually your annoyance transformed to curiosity. Another man in uniform pulled into the car park, but this one was different. He was all alone. All day car after car had rolled in from the military base nearby; all packed to the brim with jolly, cocky boys in green. He was the first to arrive alone. Not even a hint of a smile decorated his face; a sad half finished cigarette hanging from his glum lips. His uniform was different too, the green was a deeper, forest green. On the shoulder of his jacket was a patch with red and white stripes; maybe a flag, you thought but a flag you weren’t familiar with. Maybe Poland? You couldn’t quite make it out. As you finished pouring the last cup of coffee the men sitting at the table all looked out the window and collectively groaned. 

“Oh Great. Giant Gerry’s here”, one of them grumbled. You looked at him confused.

”Giant Gerry?”, you asked curiously. All their heads turned to you, an unwelcoming look on each of their faces.

”Yeah… that's what we call him anyway”, one of them said bitterly. “He’s built like a horse and about as talkative as one. Our lieutenant says he was some kind of  double agent. He’s from… um… Belgium… or something. I don’t really remember, I don’t really care either. He’s a miserable freak”, he explained, taking a sip of his coffee.

”yeah most of the time he’ll just sit there silently watching everyone at base. Gives me the willies”, another one adds as ‘Giant Gerry’ exited his car, flicking his now spent cigarette to the ground and stomping it out with his shiny black boots. It was only when he stood that you truly understood his nickname. From where you stood his head blocked the sun like he was a great big oak tree. Now that he was out of it his car looked almost comically small; like one of the toys your little nephew would play with. You quickly looked away and retreated behind the counter to get more coffee. As the giant strode slowly to the door you poured the last cup of coffee for the men, trying your best not to stare at the way he had to duck his head to fit through the doorway. As he sat at one of the only empty booths in the place, he removed his cap, revealing a full head of curly copper locks. That’s when Betsy noticed him. Her eyes wide as she approached you. 

“Jesus… Who the hell is that?” She whispered to you. Looking back at him as he pinched the bridge of his nose and slouched slightly against the table.

”I don’t know but you’re about to find out. He’s at one of your tables”, you chuckled softly with a mocking wince.

”Marli, please. You do it. He looks like he’ll eat me alive”, she said clutching your arm. Always so dramatic. You looked at her, annoyance and a hint of fear in your eyes.

”Bets, no! I- … okay fine, but you owe me big time”, you folded, as you always do. You knew that if you made her do it, you wouldn’t hear the end of it for weeks. Plus you couldn’t deny your curiosity. She nodded emphatically and you went on your way to face the giant. As you approached you sighed shakily and mustered the most convincing smile you could. He was even more intimidating up close. His face was littered with scars, the biggest of which started at his clenched jaw, ploughed through his right cheek and finished after cutting through one of his thick, low eyebrows.  His eyes were different, however. Big, bright blue pools, glistening in the afternoon sun as he stared out of the window; heavy lidded and gentle. Eyes that didn't belong on a scarred giant like him. 

“Hello, sir. What can I get for you today?”, you ask quietly. No answer. He just kept staring out the window, his thick fluffy lashes fluttering every time he blinked. Your eyes flicked down to a badge laying against his broad chest. König. A name. Maybe that would get his attention. “Um… mister König, sir?”, you asked tentatively. Suddenly his spine straightened and his eyes snapped towards you; like a dog catching the smell of food. Now his eyes were wide and his brows were furrowed in confusion. He looked down at his name badge and back up at you, still silent. You tilted your head slightly and shifted your weight from one leg to the other. “Sir… you alright?”, 

“Sorry, miss”, he said quietly as his eyes fluttered down to look at his hands resting on the table. “Most people here don’t say my name right. I was… surprised”, he said quietly, his eyes meeting yours again. You offered him a small chuckle. “Well… there’s a fella who works at the library. I think he said his parents were… Swedish..- Anyway, his name’s Björn. I figured your O was pronounced similarly… I can't remember what those dots are called… an amulet or something”, you rambled. Oh god, you were starting to sound like Betsy.

”Umlaut… An amulet is a type of necklace, no?”, he said softly, his eyes still boring into you. His voice was deep and velvety and his accent manifested itself in throaty, rolled Rs like the purrs of a kitten and long, clear vowels. Giants aren’t meant to sound like pretty little pussy cats, are they? “I’ll have to find this library, hm? I haven’t had anything good to read for months”,

”Oh… here”, you said cheerily as you leaned forward to grab a napkin from across the table. You were about to start writing on it when he spoke again.

”what are you doing?” He asked. As you turned to face him you realised that hunched slightly over the table like this you were now at his eye level, face to face and much closer. Close enough to smell his musky cologne and feel the warmth of his brutish body. He almost looked frightened, like you’d pulled a gun on him. A giant scared of a little mouse; it would almost make you giggle if he wasn’t so imposing.

“Just giving you directions… to the library”, you uttered quietly, offering him a smile. Finally his expression softened, although his body remained rigid. All he gave you was a short little hum of acknowledgment as his eyes fluttered down to the napkin. He was probably the strangest man you’d ever met. Maybe it was a European thing, you weren’t sure but his disposition was so opposite to his appearance it was honestly a little unsettling. You started to write, trying hard to ignore the unfamiliar knot forming in your stomach. “Here’s the address. It’s right across the road from the town hall so it's pretty hard to miss”, you said gently.

he smiled gently down at the napkin for a moment. “Danke, Fräulein”, he said as he slid the napkin into one of his pockets. You stared back at him confused for quite a while before he registered that you had no idea what the hell he was saying. “Oh- thanks, miss”, he stuttered as his cheeks reddened slightly. You tried your best not to laugh.

”Anyway. What can I get for you?”,

”I haven’t looked at the menu yet, my apologies”, he said with a deep chuckle. “Hmm… what do you recommend?”, he asked.

“Well, the cherry pie here is alright. I wouldn’t touch the coffee if I were you. It’s pretty awful”, you said absentmindedly. 

“Water then. Hopefully that won’t ruin the pie, yes?”, you wrote down his order with a little chuckle.

”Any cream with the pie?” You asked. He nodded and off you went, pleasantly surprised by the polite giant. When you returned you were met with a smile. 

As you went on with your work you couldn’t help yourself from casting curious glances at him while he ate his pie. Then suddenly one of your glances was met with the sight of an empty booth. His car wasn’t even in the car park anymore. He’d vanished like a phantom. However as you approached his booth you saw what he’d left for you. The sight almost made you faint. Three dollars lay in a neat little pile on the table with a little note. Thankyou for being so kind. König. You called over Betsy who let out a dramatic gasp at the sight. “Jeez, Marli! I guess he liked you”

those words would end up being truer than you could ever imagine.

Hope y’all enjoyed it. I’m already working on part 2. 3 American dollars in 1945 is the equivalent of about $50 today btw. Our big Austrian boy is so silly sometimes hehe. Title comes from a song called it might as well be spring by Dick Haymes. It’s pretty cute hehe

#konig #konig imagine #cod konig #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig x you #cod mw2 #konig fanfiction #konig mw2 #Konig #konig fluff #sfw #1940s #au #konig au

[gettinshiggywithit]

「"ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ?!"」

Scenario:- “May I please. Have some headcanons of possessive bf atsushi”(@diagonal-queen)

Pairing(s):- Atsushi x gn! Reader (romantic) | akutagawa x gn!reader (platonic)

Genre:- fluff?/crack? Idrk….

Type:- oneshot

W/c:-1.22k

A/N:-HIYA! Here’s a little atsushi oneshot requested by our favorite queen @diagonal-queen!atsushi is a little ooc i think? And also i hc that aku would be a genuinely sweet person outside of the mafia🥲.sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes!

Hmm okay this is an interesting one.

First of all I don’t think atsushi would be possessive…he knows he doesn’t ‘own’ you and that youre ur own person.

Does he get insecure and ask for reassurance later? Very much so.

But there is one person I see him being possessive around.just one!

Can you guess who?

If you guessed our resident emo boy aquaduct,then you my friend are correct~

Let’s set the scene shall we~

For unspecified reasons,atsushi is told he has to partner up with akutagawa.okay fine.he’s used to the coat clad carpetmuncher so he knows he can handle it.

What makes him suddenly not want to go through with it is dazai telling him that you’d be accompanying them too-

“BUT DAZAI WHY DOES Y/N HAVE TO GO?! IM PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF DOING THIS JOB ON MY OWN!”

“’Sushi it’s fine I don’t mi-”

“now now,y/n’s ability might be useful that’s the only reason we’re letting them accompany you.”

“BUT I-”

You place your hand on his arm and squeezy it lightly to reassure him that its okay.

He begrudgingly sighs and accepts that you’ll be hanging around akutagawa for the entirety of this mission

He’s actually nervous…

You were a naturally chatty and curious person…what if you triggered akutagawa to use rashoumon?! What if he hurt you???!!!

Noticing his glazed over eyes and nervous expression,you kiss him on his cheek to bring him out of his head and back to earth.

“’sushi,it’s fine.dont worry I’ll be fine.i can hold my own.i promise” you smile up at him (or down or directly at depending on ur height~)

And he relaxes.

You’ll be fine…it’s fine!

-skip to while youre on the actual mission-

He was wrong! He was SO wrong!

The moment he sees akutagawa he pushes you behind him and stands between you two.

But nothing could have prepared him for what came next-

“RYUU???????”

“y/n?”

“WAIT YOU KNOW EACHOTHER?!”

*Cue shook and confused tiger boi*

“Oh yeahh I met his sister at the Laundromat the other day and we just became friends by default ig?”

“0_0”

“it’s not that difficult of an idea to comprehend,weretiger.are you truly that daft?”

BOI IS SO MUCH MORE INSECURE NOW THAT HE KNOWS U AND AKU ARE ACTUALLY FRIENDS AND SEEM QUITE CLOSE?????

I MEAN YALL ARE ON A NICKNAME BASIS NOW??!

AND BY AKUTAGAWA’S STANDARDS THAT’S PRETTY CLOSE….

“but y/n…he’s a criminal! HE’S FROM THE MAFIA!”

“I didn’t know that ‘sushi :’) I just thought they were two nice people….and honestly ryuu isn’t all that bad…”

“DON’T CALL HIM THAT! HE MIGHT KILL YOU!”

“don’t be foolish weretiger.i would do no such thing,for unlike you,y/n is an actually tolerable human bein.now if it’s someone’s death you wish to witness I can gladly make arrangements. *cue the activation of rashoumon*”

You:- !!!!!

“umm no no.thats not what he meant ryuu…put rashoumon back…. Please?” you said, your hands on akutagawa’s chest trying to keep him as far away from atsushi as possible without actually using any force.

Atsushi :- o_0

No because what was that??? Why were you Touching him????!!

He was so confused tbhh

He was even more surprised when aku sighs,retracts rashoumon,gently takes your hands off of him and puts his hands in his pockets before turning on him heels and simply saying “fine.just come on.we have an objective to accomplish”

Atsushi’s jaw :- dropped

You:- skipping after the emo fella ,your fingers intertwined with your boyfriend’s.

Okay no why?what? huh????

He physically shakes his head to clear it from all his racing thoughts.

He took only one thing from that entire interaction; he could Not let akutagawa get anywhere Near you.at least not when he was around.and he most Certainly couldn’t let that man lay a single finger on you!

He stops walking causing you to do so too.

The ceasing of the sound of footsteps behind him causes akutagawa to also stop and turn back to face you.

“sushi? What’s wrong?”

He suddenly leans forward to kiss your nose,causing you to blush hard and simultaneously causing akutagawa to roll his eyes and keep walking.

  During the entire mission he keeps initiating little acts of pda,whether it was holding your hand,shoulder or wait or shielding you from whatever was around.atsushi did NOT let you be away from him for more than 5 milliseconds!

Akutagawa didn’t really care but when the time came where he needed to be beside you for even a second,maybe to say something or even if he had to move you away from an oncoming threat,atsushi would just spring in between the two of you and truth be told even you found it a little irritating…

Yes you loved your boyfriend and yes you would never cheat or leave him for someone,but this was getting ridiculous! You and akutagawa were just friends!

It really wasn’t as deep as atsushi felt it was…and besides,you were closest to gin…not ryunosuke!

So after the mission (thank God his little fit wasn’t detrimental to your overall success!) you pulled him aside and asked him what was up.

The look in your eyes was both pleading him to tell the truth and a little angry he wasn’t being honest outright.

And ofc,kitty boi caved.

How could he not?

He told you everything.how he felt weird for you knowing akutagawa and how close you seemed to be.

To which you sighed,cupped his cheek and told him clearly that you and he were nothing more than friends.and that you weren’t even that close to him.just his sister.

Atsushi exhaled at that and you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

Akutagawa immediately looked away.

And when you were done you took atsushi’s hand and were about to go on your way until-

“just one one thing,”

“hmm-”

He pulled you in for a kiss,it was honestly perfect,and had it been a different time and place maybe things could have progressed but alas you were on a mission and not at home.

Nevertheless,as his lips captured yours,he pulled you in closer by the waist,and you leaned further into it.

About 5-10 seconds in akutagawa REALLY felt awkward and coughed….you were gonna miss your rendezvous point.

Once you both heard his cough,only you felt embarrassed,and when you tried to pull away he lightly bit your bottom,causing your eyes to widen.after which he released both you and your lip and just gave you a quick peck on the nose and his cute little smile.

You all ignored what had happened and even akutagawa didn’t seem to give a dam.

Atsushi actually looked kinda happy ngl,and ofc the entire way back he had his arm either around your waist or on the small of your back.

(when yall get home if he’s still feeling it mayhaps you end up with a little hickey two? Mayhaps😉)

Tagging:- @kemis-world @diagonal-queen

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[precious-little-scoundrel]

Thrilled to hear there will be more naughty sleepovers! Might there be an entry forthcoming about dear Dougie aka James Douglass? Inquiring minds want to know!

Oooh Dougie my man, yes, yes thank you, I adore this fella! Come on in, bring in the beer and snacks, can’t have a dry slumber party in honor of this fella, that’s for certain. Special thanks to my contributors: @suraemoon @faegoddessog

Cock-versations || James Douglass Edition

nsfw (AF!) below the cut:

Sordid details: Gosh, how many ways can I describe cocks? The thing is that my vocabulary will run out long before the sheer and varied abundance of cock types has been exhausted. So, while fearing becoming a little repetitive here -I must direct you to the fingers and proclaim: girth. A good average in length but he’s got such a lovely stretch to give and the capable tool is set in a bevy of black curls. Which makes it look pale in comparison, with a little pink tinge and a few startlingly blue veins winding around the pillar. He’s got a seemingly small tip again, by comparison. He likes to get his in some kind of kinky manner but frequency, that’s his highest priority. Pretty substantial balls but they're very tight and round.

A note on the wielder of the weapon: here we’ve got another man who will stand alongside Rosie in his ability and need to make you laugh during. “More rubbers than he can count??” Oh this ain’t his first rodeo and his enthusiasm for the sport exceeds his condom count -and sometimes his talent but eh, whatever. An unapologetic little shit, when y’all have time you’d best prepare to get the living daylights edged outta ya, he’s a terrible tease and now he’s become aware of the galgasm he’s all about going after it in typical bombardier style: accuracy and precision but a deep seated capability to adjust as needed and still be accurate -dynamite combo after some initial bumbling.

Ad libbing the pussy: King of the Quickie, he’s a very eager fella and he’s into some kinky shit, into impossible positions for the hilarity of it and happy to contort himself impossibly too. Quickies are a way of life for this guy, not that he doesn’t like to have long excursions into romance and intimacy but he needs his fill on the hour, so to speak, so he’s gotta sneak it in regularly in between. He’s so smooth about it too, can slip you away so quick, slip into you before you can say “Flynn!”. Now, now, it must be said that he asks so sweetly, he’s a real gem, but then when he’s at it it’s like a Labrador puppy humping a leg. His voice so soft and sweet just to ask to fuck you, because you’re so pretty and distracting and it does things to him, he never forgets how lucky he is to have you despite how frequently he makes use of your allowance.

1940’s Fucbois -they don’t make ‘em like they used to.

A Jabberer: he’s such a chatty bastard when he’s inside you too, chatting between grunts and moans. Some of it's downright looney but it’s all very grateful and very flattering. I mean come on Dougie, lemme hear about how you love how this pussy feels and now onto the score and then yes ask me if I’m down to go boating next week like -yes I can handle that, keep talking to me baby boy. Ain’t stingy with his compliments either so, that’s nice, loves to spin a yarn about how fabulous you are -sometimes that brand of fabulousness should not be shared at a funeral with all your aunts around.

A comment on finesse: He lets out a whole lotta “ya like that? ya like that?” and then he’s one of those unicorn men who actually keeps doing the motion you asked him to keep doing. You ask him to do something and immediately you got it just how you want it, he had to be shown a helluva lot initially but hey, we all start somewhere. We love a fast learner. He’s so down to try new things too, never be nervous or embarrassed to ask for something, you could ask if y’all can do it dressed in tiger onesies and he’s gonna be so stoked. It’ll be funny, you’ll probably get some bruises from falling around- what’s not to love?!

Oral: yeah, he’s a snacker- he’ll go down for sure, he’s also a story teller so best believe he’ll be talking to your pussy, anecdotes, mission funnies, all about the latest canned joke he heard -not saying that it’s the best pussy eating you’ve ever had but it certainly has a vibrating mouth action quality to it, lol. Sometimes you might need to tell him to hush and finish the job. Ya know what happens then? “Right right, sorry babe, gotcha,” -and if you forcefully bring his head back down? well, y’all may later need to discuss why that fed-up action made him blow his load untouched.

I’m not saying he wants you to sometimes act unimpressed so he has to work ten times harder and you still tell him he doesn’t deserve to cum but…he does like it, take it up with him I’m just the oracle

End notes: Just don’t bore this man, whatever you do, and you’ll be the one for him -he hopes. And then you can look forward to a life of ad lib pussy skills, impromptu fucking and improv switching.

-Will likely ask you to make him a sandwich after and will pester you to let him watch you and Dorace down the street have a uh…pool fight.

#masters of the air #mota #james douglass #cock-versations #elliot warren #naughty sleepover

[plumadot]

Hi hello Pluma 👋🏿

Hope you're doing well!

Got a little bit of a brainstorm for your dnd guys

Big squad is just traveling, or do they have some kind of goal? And – why are they all together?

Is there some particular world building you wanted to introduce, or mb it's just normal Faerun? I really like weird twists, like, then everything is flooded, orrrr maybe then there's no sun in this world! Or they have several moons... Just an idea to think about! :D

I also was thinking of spiderchair a lot-

Just imagine Scar running on the walls and ceilings cuz. Spider chair!!!

And I think Scar is often bored, then they are traveling on foot (he's too active fella to just sit and watch) – mb he has some kind of a hobby to keep his hands busy? Flute is cool and all, but the guy is VERY chatty, (what's why tbh I'm kinda sad he plays flute, no beautiful singing D:) and yea. I was thinking it might be wood carving, bit it's kinda doesn't fit him... Oh, I know! Mb magic tricks ?? I dunno, what do you think? :D

Oh and probably G is often complaining how tired he is from walking on foot... Is there on a chair somewhere a perch for him, or he's just unceremoniously sits on Scar's lap? :DD (Well they still can have horses but. Every horse would despise Grian u'all know that)

Yep... they are definitely The Wanted Criminals... Silly fellas QwQ

hi!!!!! :D <3 <3 <3

they do!! they eh. it's. again it's bits and pieces for now i hope you don't mind gkjdfkgjf. they kinda all have their own goals but they overlap more or less... they're all looking for a certain artefact, even ren's squad is :D i'll try to explain or draw stuff about it once i have all backstories linked up with it and can actually find the words to make it sound plausible LMAO

i'm not sure if i want the world to be very different from "standard" faerûn gfdkgjkfd i like the idea of multiple moons simply for the aesthetic :D and mmmm what's important is that gods are pretty close to mortals and even interfere every now and then. and i suppose the place they're in is coastal, since there's a lot of characters have some kind of connection to the ocean :D

scar is strapped into his spider chair so it should definitely be able to walk on walls!!!! idc if that's overpowered the chair is a magic item ok he gets to have a cool chair!!!!!!!

also yes yes he definitely plays music and doodles a lot!!! :D ohhhh you're right about the singing gfdkjgkjdf maybe i'll also give him a string instrument as a treat :D I'M NOT PICKING FAVOURITES I JUST. YOU KNOW

grian can definitely perch on the chair. and he will. he likes feeling tall :) he uses his flight to scout ahead but it's so very tiring... let him on the chair scar pls...

HFDJKGJDFG i'm so sorry if the things i say about this au make no sense or don't connect or kgfjdkjg i'm not good at this. but i really liked your questions and ideas!!!!!!!!!! ;-;

#ask #plume dnd au

[theenchantedforestsystem]

POPSHROOM TIME

Pop pop pop the little Popshrooms hop! They're chatty little fellas who love to listen to their friends and family talk about the things they love and are always there to pop around whether startled, happy or excited. They're excited to make new friends and can't wait to pop in to meet you! Fun fact: A group of Popshrooms is called a Popcorn!

You can find them here! https://ko-fi.com/s/615f75eb57

#crochet #small buisness #queer owned business #crochetblr #popshroom #autism

[gremlinsbooty]

Early this morning my childhood friend passed away - budgie named Beam 🦜 💔 

He fell asleep and never woke up again. He was 10 years old.. We got him when he was 1.5 months old and I was in fourth grade… He was a chatty little guy… I can't believe he's gone… Rest in peace and sweet clouds, my fella…

#mun speaks #budgie #my tears won`t stop flowing from my eyes.. #i understand that nobody is immortal.. #but feeling that someone who is very important to you has passed away - it so painful #i will try to distract myself with drawing something i like... #bird

[whysamwhy123]

*spins wheel* hotel workers au

Hmmm, that's an interesting one! I'm bad at this, so I'mma cheat and make only one of them a hotel worker - let's see what I can come up with.

Daniel's a bellboy and one of few bright spots of his existence is this insanely handsome guy who always stays at the hotel.

He shows up enough times that Daniel can't help but get a little obsessed. He asks around and finds out the guy's name is Ricky.

Whenever Ricky shows up, Daniel will go out of his way to help him out. It's all under the guise of professionalism, of course, he is there to help anyone out, with whatever they need. But it gets to the point where Daniel's pretty much claimed him - the other bellboys know to back off whenever Ricky shows up because otherwise Daniel will bitch at them for stealing his guy.

Turns out this Ricky fella's pretty chatty and he takes a liking to Daniel too. Whenever he's staying at the hotel, he'll go out of his way to find Daniel and catch up and wow, he's just so funny and so cool and so fucking hot and whoops, Daniel's crushing so hard, it's embarrassing.

One time, Ricky ''accidentally'' gets himself locked out of his room while in just a towel - how absent-minded of him! And of course, it has to be Daniel who gets him a new room key so he can get back inside. And Ricky's a nice guy, right? So there's gotta be something he can do to thank Daniel properly for helping him out of this little predicament...

#Is this too cheesy? NAY I SAY IT'S NOT CHEESY ENOUGH #Thank you so much for sending this in - this was a lot of fun actually!

[miltheperson]

I REMEMBERED!

Demon- puppet reader-

I imagine them to be hecka tall, or around Julie’s height-

Tail long- horns on fleek- (da fuq)

And because they are SO quiet, they have to whip their tail against the ground whenever they enter a room.

:)

I like to imagine this reader as taller than Howdy, Barnaby, and Poppy! I'd say they're around 9 to 10 or so feet! That's quite tall!

Welcome Home headcanons!

The reader is not quite like the others! Unbelievably tall, beautiful horns, and even a long tail! What an interesting neighbor to have!

Wally Darling

"Hello there neigh...bor... You're-... wow-..."

Poor little fella! He might as well break his back to look up at you if he had any bones! Your size compared to him was a bit humorous, he could just barely reach your knees! You thought he was quite adorable, especially with how puzzled he was by your form.

"You're very... tall..."

You don't really talk and he assumed that was because you were mute, so he'd do a lot of the talking for you! Between the both of you, Wally would usually be the more chatty one seeing as you were more of the quiet type.

"Come on, neighbor... There's some lovely apples over at Howdy's store... Would you like to join me?"

Barnaby Beagle

"Well- hello... there-!"

Your first appearance was... startling, to say the least. The guy would be in for quite a shock! Seeing as he's used to being one of the more taller puppets around the neighborhood. Admittedly, he'd be a little intimidated at first, especially since you're so quiet! It's a little hard to get you laughing at his jokes but when he does, he just feels so proud of himself!

"What's the matter, neighbor? Cat got your tail?"

He'd definitely be very chatty with you, he'd even practice a few jokes of his in front of you. Barnaby slowly warms up to you with time and even seeks comfort in you! You're quite the listener, after all!

"And you know what I said? "I hardly know her!" Haha!"

Eddie Dear

"Jumpin' Critters!"

It was definitely a shock for him when he first saw you, he hadn't even noticed you until he bumped right into you! Your appearance was definitely unique and he's never seen anything quite like it! Eddie would be very curious about your tail, he'd think it looks quite lovely!

"How's the, uh, weather up there, neighbor?”

He’d definitely struggle to make small talk with you, but Eddie would very quickly get over it when he realizes you’re not the chatty type! He’d ask all kinds of questions, even if you’d only nod or shake your head. Eddie would just love to get to know you more better!

“Wanna come deliver letters with me? It’ll help ya settle in!”

Frank Frankly

“Oh, my… goodness…”

They’d definitely feel intimidated at first, but they’d try their best now to show it. Frank would be most fascinated by your horns, they’d want to hold them and they especially like talking to you! They love how they could ramble and rant on and on and you’d listen to their every word!

“And so Julie runs up to me and dumps all these leaves all over me! It took me ages to get it all off!”

You and Frank would become quite close and they’d often go to you when they want to talk or ramble or even just make simple and even meaningless little conversations. They find comfort in your presence and are see you as a safe space, mostly because you’re quiet and only ever make a noise to alert people of your presence!

“Would you maybe want to learn about… Butterflies? They’re my favorite.”

Julie Joyful

“Oh, neighbor, you’re sooo taaaaall!!”

Julie would be absolutely wonderstruck by you. She’d get a little too excited and try climbing you since you remind her of a tree, but she’ll fail either because you place her back down or she slides her way to the floor. She’d think you’re quite spooky… But in a good way!

“I have these pretty little gold things! They’d look amazing on you!”

She would just love to decorate your horns with all kinds of fancy jewelry, only if you’d let her of course! She’d pair those with some nice earrings too if she can get her hands on some! The two of you would usually bond by playing some of her games (you would always win hide and seek!) or you’d pass the time listening to her go on and on while you play around with her hair!

“Let’s play I spy! Wait- no… I have a better game! It’s Let-Julie-Climb-Neighbor-Again!”

Howdy Pillar

“Welcome! There… Neigh… bor…”

Oh Howdy is in for quite the shock! He’s so used to being one of the most tallest neighbors in the neighborhood that it was a surprise to see someone taller than him! Not to mention, someone with such a unique appearance to them!

“GaH! Neighbor! You gave me a heart attack!”

When you’d whip your tail onto the floor, Howdy would always let out a little scream. He’s one of the neighbors who dislike the tail whipping, he could just never see it coming! He won’t lie though, he’d admit that he would find your horns quite lovely looking… He’d compare them to his antennas!

“Hope nothing’s bugging you today, neighbor!”

Sally Starlet

“Wooow! You look… so… so… amazing!”

Sally would be absolutely captivated by you. She would love nothing more than to get to know her otherworldly neighbor! Every time she hears your tail whipping, she’d get so excited and go over to you right away! Sally is just so curious about you!

“Where did you come from?!”

She wouldn’t hesitate to ask you all kinds of questions! Even if you wouldn’t really respond directly, she doesn’t mind! Sally loves your company and would often invite you to watch her rehearsals, she would even ask you to join her sometimes as a silent actor!

“Frrrom the beginning!”

Poppy Partridge

“My… Look at you…”

Poppy wouldn’t know what to think! Such a unique individual you are, she’d think. Poppy loves having you around and she really likes baking with you too! This time, you find comfort in her presence. She’s just so motherly and caring! You can’t help but feel so safe around her!

“Are you alright, dear…?”

Out of anyone, you would be most comfortable being more chatty around her! She listens to your thoughts and even laughs at your jokes, Poppy absolutely adores your voice and loves listening to you speak! She feels quite honored that you talk more when with her!

“My, what a day you had!”

#welcome home #welcome home headcanons #i think reader was so cool! #demon characters always keep a special place in my heart haha! #such a joy to write #how lovely!

[luceirosdegolados]

Marek, Mak to his friends, well he never thought much about Chayka. Not too much anyway; street kids, they're a dime a dozen, they come in various shapes and sizes, all a little dark under the eyes, some meaner than others, he knew from experience.

She was a grain under the wheel, human kid, perhaps too chirpy and cheerful for her own good. Got duped a couple times for being too trusting, but she still liked to trust. Never had the chance to learn music, but she still had the voice of a songbird.

And chatty, too chatty for Mak's liking that's for sure. Still, she knew how keep secrets like a tomb, and ran the Underduke's errands like the rest.

Mak took some time to teach her how to handle herself in a knife fight, even if she kept dreaming about studying magic.

Like that was ever going to happen.

.

And then, the elf. A tall fellow with long dark sideburns and even longer ears. Mak didn't know what to make of him, definitely seemed too old for his Chayka -8 years were just a blink for him and she was suddenly a young woman-, but hey, he was not her dad. Sure she was old enough to make her own decisions. Like dying bits of her hair the color of her eyes, piercing green. Like disappearing and reappearing with violet scars and sparks around the eyes.

Marek didn't know what to make of all that, but then again, it was none of his business. Street kids, they're a dime a dozen, and the ones that survive are bound to cut some corners.

But sometimes life throws you curveballs, doesn't it? You end up in a mindflayer ship, infected by some kind of disgusting worm, you crash through the planes, pick up some gorgeous company from the sandy beach you've landed on and then you find, out of the blue, that chirpy little street kid from almost 20 years ago, amidst the wreckage, trying to pull gods know what out a void vortex on a wall of rock.

"Chayka?"

"Mak!"

That little scare is enough; she turns so violently that a whole man comes through the purple whirlpool of magic. Whoever he is, he tries to speak, but Mak doesn't hear a word; Chayka is in his arms and has used the cant word for clan.

"What a shitty place to find you, kid." And he means it, he's sorry to hear that she's infected too, but he is also relieved. So relieved.

.

"Is that Wyll fucking Ravengard?"

It sure is. He vaguely remembered strutting around the fancier part of town, seizing up patriar houses to rob, when he saw the duke and his son make their way from wherever to who gives a fuck surrounded by flaming fist. Mak blended in with the shadows, and let a sigh of relief out when they were gone.

"I always thought he'd died," he admits.

Chayka smirks, "He's kinda cute."

He rolls his eyes, he reckons its a nice dream for an urchin, to be swept off her feet by a handsome prince of some sort, although he wonders if that sketchy elf fella from days past would have anything to say about it.

"Say Chayka, that fella with the sideburns you used to hang out with... he still around?"

Magic courses through her, eyes glowing bright. She smiles, charmingly confident, the picture of innocence, "He never left."

Marek understands.

Even so, when Mizora appears he has to ask again. What did you get yourself into and all that. The girl -the woman, he reminds himself, humans go about everything a little faster- has no good answers. She even says so herself.

"If I tell you he's different you would not believe me. If I tell you he's done right by me... he's not working for Zariel, at least."

Of course not. But it's not like fey are any more trustworthy than devils, though he reckons it could be worse, and it's not like he's her father or anything so who is he to judge? Is making a deal with the fey really worse than slitting someone's throat? Makes one wonder.

.

The bear was a surprise, but really it shouldn't have been, because they were looking for a druid after all, and because a man on a torture rack admitted so. A poor sight, that boy, beaten in all the wrong places. Shadowheart surprises even herself when she notes the goblin's clumsy work; pain without damage, without precision.

The bear is a surprise for Mak, but not so much for Chayka, who puts the goblin children to sleep before confronting their elders. An urchin is an urchin, Mak reasons, and goblin children have numbers for names.

It's not strange that the old man takes a shine to his Chayka immediately, after all, she was first to speak to him, animal form and all. What Marek was not expecting was for the street kid to be so fascinated by this agent of the wilds. Perhaps it's the fey pressence always over her shoulder. Perhaps he hasn't come to know her as he thinks.

.

When Halsin steps out of the portal holding Thaniel in his arms, Chayka is the first one to go to him. When Oliver wants to play, she sticks out her tongue at the druid's scowl. Even so, he comes back for more.

When they go to sleep, he is the second to last person she talks to. Mak is the last. They sit down, and he pours them a shot of whatever strong stuff they got lying around. They speak in cant to each other, brief sentences and simple gestures. Astarion scoffs and chuckles when he manages to overhear something.

.

Often now, he is glad that she's around. He would've let Shadowheart kill an angel if that's what she wanted, but he was glad that Chayka was there to ask her if that was really really what she wanted. Because, Hells, Mak didn't want to kill a fucking angel. But he would've, for Shadowheart. If that's what it took.

"I don't want to waste any more time," says she, with a resolve he hadn't seen until now, and then, her lip trembles, her eyes darting past him, "unless... is Chayka...?"

A shiver runs down his spine. It almost feels wrong to think about it, "Fuck. No, I... gods, I watched that kid grow up."

A sudden realization clashes onto another. Want, tenderness, friendship, even, fucking love. Twofold, unfurling, no, cascading.

He holds Shadowheart close to his chest, like a treasure, "You're It to me. You."

He would've killed an angel, if that's what it took.

.

The street kid is now a grown woman of 27, in actions and words. Mischievous to be sure, but perhaps that's part of the charm. The druid must see it, because he tags along with their little troupe, and Mak is pretty sure he can't take credit for it.

"He's too old for her," he complains one day, watching them speak.

Shadowheart's laughter fills the space, "You sound like concerned mother."

"Well it's not like she has one so..."

He startles himself. Shadowheart tuts.

"Halsin is a good sort. Let them figure it out."

She's right of course. Chayka is radiant, Halsin looks like a literal shadow has lifted from above him.

.

One day, Mak even sees Him, the elf with the long ears. A glimpse of him, really. A trail of laughter only as Chayka pulls them both out of view.

Halsin stands next to Mak, with a question at the tip of his tongue.

Mak brings a toothpick to his lips and pretends not to be nervous, "You know about 'im? The uh..."

"Patron, I believe is the common term, yes. Although I am not sure this bond is altogether that common."

"You're right about that. You wouldn't catch Wyll giggling with Mizora in a corner table like a pair of teens."

"Marek..."

Shit. Full name. Mak steels himself, "Huh?"

"Do you think-? Ah, never mind me. Chayka is a formidable woman, if she's content I..."

He trails off. Mak catches himself thinking that, to him, Chayka will always be that chatty little kid with no parents to speak of.

That's why he is a bit startled when she resurfaces, back from whatever hiding spot among the trees, 15 years older than his memories, grinning from ear to ear.

"Halsin," she begins, "Would you...? I'd like to introduce you to someone."

Introduce. A formal thing for a wild pair. Mak kicks himself. As far as trust goes, he's only gained a wicked grin from the dark corner of a dingy bar.

.

"Mak."

It's her, eyes still red, a trail of tears still fresh.

"Kid..."

"You'll come with me, right? To get Halsin back."

"No question, I'm with you, kid." To the hells. He will always be there for his prodigal, he thinks, he'll kill a demon for her. He's going to. If that's what it takes.

He'll kill the spawn of Baahl and anyone who stands in his way. For his urchin.

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 tav

[ransprang]

[Ko-Fi Request]

Hi there! I've really been looking for a JJBA (parts 1 to 6) matchup and I really hope you would be able to find the most fitting character for me :)

So, to introduce myself I'm pretty tall, muscular and fit I have long fushia dyed hair, pretty pale skin and brown doe eyes(I also look tired all the time) My sense of style is pretty one of a kind,I really like skirts and turtleneck sweaters . I usually wear a lot of jewelry and chains in my outfit and I have a HUGE love for hats, all types of hats.

I may come off as cold and tense at first glance but I'm a big sweetheart which tend to make people confused I'm very shy and hardly open up, that's why I would need an understanding and kind match I'm also not talkative but a great listener, I love hearing about any types of stories.

I love animals and nature as well as art and painting which is my favorite hobby but I'm also extremely adventurous, and love traveling and discovering new places. Also have a big interest for the unknown, mysteries and out of the common stuff as well as a soft spot for gory stuff sometimes I'm not easy to scare at all, only people can freak me out

When it comes to my S/O, gender doesn't matter as I am pansexual, all I have to say on appearance is that I prefer longer hair.

I really would like a Jojo characters who has the same thrill for adventure but who is also extraordinary sweet and protective Loyalty is highly preferred as I am deadly jealous when it comes to love

thank you anon for your ko-fi request <3 if anyone wants a match up like this here is our link!

Your match up is……OKUYASU!!!

How you meet: It was raining heavily as you walked back to your house, when a man crouching over a cardboard box in the midst of the storm without an umbrella caught your eye. Not being the person to just approach a stranger on the street, you ignored it and kept walking on…until you heard the softest little meows. You froze, looking around until you realized it was coming from that box. Okuyasu noticed you looking at him and waved you over. He started talking about the abandoned little kittens and how he wanted to get them to a safe place. You had no choice but to offer your umbrella and walk him home with the kittens. Immediately he started gushing about how pretty you are and tried to impress you. You weren’t too impressed but it got you both talking and by the end of your walk, you were both friends.

Okuyasu doesn’t mind if you’re quiet at the start of the relationship. He is a really chatty fella and will tell you a ton of stories. He’d be the type of guy to text you updates about what he’s eating and send you random selfies.

Once you open up he’ll be a bit shaken by how much of a sweetheart you are, but he’ll love you even more for it. He’d think he’s a lucky guy and both of you would be a super sweet couple making others be jealous of y’all (especially Josuke).

You won’t be scared of people as long as you are with Okuyasu. He is a scary looking fella himself and he’d stare down people who look at you funny. Or he’d try to distract you from looking at scary looking people.

If you tell him you like gore he’ll beat people up and then look over at you “HAHAHA DO YOU LIKE THAT BABE. AREN’T I SO COOL.”

He may borrow some of your jewelry and chains because it looks really cool on you, complimenting his massive gold dollar chain on his chest.

He’d be down to explore untouched parts of Morioh and just roam around aimlessly. Once you both save up money he’d take you to other parts of Japan and try cool things like jet skiing or hiking.

When Okuyasu realizes that you have a preference for long haired men, he spends all night the day before meeting you, trying to straighten his hair to make it longer. He ends up with the jagged pieces of hair behind his neck being half an inch longer.

He makes a point to highlight it to you during your date. Okuyasu loves you so much that he would wear a different hat everyday, and he may even learn to sew to make you some cute crocheted ones. This manly man will only be soft for you.

You being tall, muscular and fit, blend in perfectly with the Jojo universe. You have no problem when Okuyasu, who is similarly tall, muscular and fit, takes off running somewhere randomly.

your gore,

admins sar, sav & san

#jjba x reader #jjba part 4 #jjba #jojo bizzare adventure #jojo bizarre adventure #jojos #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojos bizarre adventure #okuyasu nijimura #jjba okuyasu #jojo okuyasu #okuyasu x reader #jojo x reader #jojos x reader #fanfic commissions #commissions open #writing commissions #commissions

[dreamsofalife]

Talk about your cat!

"Aww...Well, Pharaoh is the cutest little baby! He's an Oriental shorthair, so of course he's quite the chatty little fella. I named him Pharaoh because he looks like a cat statue from Ancient Egypt.

I got him in around 2018; I'd just moved house and I didn't have my mom's cats around like I used to, so I was pretty lonely, you know? I went to the local shelter and as I approached one of the enclosures , this little black kitten attacks my pant leg and screams at me! He picked me, so of course I had to take him home. I paid the fee for his neuter and vax, and he's been his mommy's shadow ever since."

[zealousleopard]

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie - Henry Cooldown x OC

Hi, this has been in the vault for over a few months. I have an intense amount of brainrot over Henry Cooldown, and made a character to keep him company after his divorce with Sylvia. This is the first part of maybe Two (2), this includes their backstory and such.

Also pay no mind to how i draw Henry, thats how he looks in my Mind (tm). (And the fact that the title of this fic is the name of a song on my characters playlist,,,)

Anyway, its 5,351 words under the cut, and I hope you enjoy!

The scarred woman wielded a long and heavy broadsword, and her black eyes were as cold as its gleam. With spurred cowboy boots on her feet, she could be heard from a mile away, not caring less if her enemies could hear her coming. Her name? Maeve Marie.

She was known as one of the deadliest assassins in North America. Countless enemies and assassins alike had called her the hardest bitch they'd ever met, and it's rumored no one had ever lived to see her smile.

But, there was one man whom she had a soft spot for, and in all of the ten years she’d known him, she only called him by his last name.

Nine years ago, before Maeve was able to gain as much of her infamy, she was tracking down yet another target of hers. It was another ranked match with some really flashy fella.

She was never one to care about reputation and reverence (unlike many others who shared her line of work), but she still participated in matches because the dough was decent.

Right as she was about to let herself be known to her opponent, something unbelievable happened.

There was a flash of bright purple light, and before Maeve could do anything else, her glittering foe was cut clean in half.

Needless to say, she was absolutely pissed. How dare somebody she didn’t even know waltz into her match and steal her kill? The poor bastard didn’t even get a chance to scream before he was sliced in two.

She glared at the perpetrator behind her opponent's (now divided) corpse, her broadsword already unsheathed from its holster.

The thief was a sharply dressed man carrying a beam katana. Upon first glance, Maeve didn’t recognize the guy. Blinded with rage, she began marching right up to him.

“Miss Marie, is it not?”

An Irish cadence left his mouth. She didn’t stop walking upon hearing him, nor did she answer his question, but she did slow her stride. Narrowing her eyes, she began to inspect the man in front of her.

Tall and slender, three-piece suit, a beam katana to wield, and Irish. She wasn’t one to care for gossip or rumors, but based on what she’d heard through the grapevine, the fucker who had just stolen her kill was none other than—

“Henry. Henry Cooldown.”

He spoke again, the ends of his lips upturned, leaving him with a small smile. She only glared daggers at him in return.

The rest of that encounter was filled with an intense battle, one that surprised the Irishman himself. Despite her cumbersome weapon, she was swift and agile on her feet. Tales of the silent southern belle proved to be true. Maeve was more than a formidable foe, their scuffle had lasted hours before Henry had somewhere else to be.

That fateful night was not the last the two assassins would see of each other, oh no. In fact, it was the start of a fiery rivalry between them. Each time they dueled, it was exhilarating-- and the banter between them was always rich.

Henry took great amusement in making any of his opponents pissed off. But with Maeve, it was oh too easy. What she lacked in chattiness and pleasantries, she never failed to make up for in combat. What little she did say was always as sharp as her blade. He felt fulfillment in battles with her, and that was something that he scarcely felt with…

Sylvia.

She was the typical French bombshell, a rude shopaholic who always had things her way. While she was quite spontaneous, Henry found a way to categorize her chaos into a schedule, one that he swore by. He was a man of patterns and rhythms, keeping things clean and precise in his life like a true gentleman would.

Sylvia was Henry's wife of four years by the time that Henry and Maeve met. They had gotten married in college, when they were both only 17 years old. How Henry fell in love with a woman like Sylvia was very… unclear, but she was his rock nonetheless.

However, as the years passed and his rivalry with that specific assassin grew older, he found Maeve's presence a welcome distraction from his orderly schedule. She gave off a gruff color to his rather uniform life. Her brief speech and skill on the battlefield provided turbulence in his routine, something that he quite enjoyed.

In fact, the assassins' rivalry between one another had sparked up quite the rumors around Santa Destroy. Onlookers assumed that they were together, or if not, that they had already been there and done that.

Henry always scoffed at the gossip, being unimpressed and deeming it distasteful. It was clear that he would never do anything to jeopardize his marriage with Sylvia (no matter how many times she would borrow one of his credit cards and not return it).

He was many things, but a cheater would never be one of them. It wasn't in his character to be an unloyal man, and he didn't see the point in being unfaithful to Sylvia after all of the patience he had already extended.

They had been married so long that he figured the two of them were in it for the long haul, and he was quite satisfied with that. Besides, he was a gentleman, and cheating was trashy by his standards.

When Maeve caught wind of the rumors at first, she wasn't pleased either. Hell, she was furious. The talk around Santa Destroy was nothing but bullshit, and proof that people needed to keep their nose in their own damn business.

In all of her years of living she never met a man who talked in the specific way he did. With the specific type of dry, sarcastic humor he had. Who always wore the most formal clothes, regardless of their typically gruesome line of work. Frankly, he confused the hell out of her.

So, why did Maeve feel the way she did about Henry, regardless?

Soon enough, the pure feelings of annoyance and rivalry Maeve bore for Henry all these years grew into stronger emotions that she couldn’t quite explain—nor stand. The realization that she kept fighting Henry because she actually was attracted to him was something she didn’t want to come to terms with quite yet, or ever.

In order to get her feelings in check, she quit seeking Henry out in exchange for other jobs and work. So, she promptly left Santa Destroy behind. Her next weeks were very busy, searching for distractions of any kind in hopes of getting the Irishman out of her head.

The first few months on the road were tolerable enough. But as time went on she grew more and more restless, relying on her vices to get her from job to job. Scattered work across the country, taking in multiple jobs a night, countless motel rooms, and bars filled her time.

Eventually, an entire year had passed before work started to slow down for the southern belle, a predicament which left her with no other options. She had to go back to Santa Destroy.

Finally, after a long train ride from butt fuck nowhere, Maeve finally arrived once again to the assassins' hub it was. She quickly navigated herself to the familiar United Assassin's Association, looking for more work.

She didn’t expect to see Henry there.

His eyes locked on her the moment she walked into the waiting room. He was surprised, that was for sure. It had been a while, an entire year, yet he felt the same old rush as he saw her again. He had to suppress a smirk when his eyes landed on her weapon.

Her wide and heavy broadsword was resting against her back, inside its large sheath. It was a blade that Henry had grown to know well throughout the years of their rivalry. Oh, the games they could have...

"Hello, Maeve." He greeted, casually raising a hand to smooth his tie. "It's been a while, hasn’t it? I was wondering if you'd decided to leave this all behind."

He was careful of his tone, making his words come off as more teasing than flirtatious. Yet the intention was obvious, and he knew she would pick up on it.

"You wondered wrong." She scoffed at his question. The reality was that Maeve had been working nearly double the amount since she had last seen Henry.

"What, you missed me?" She asked rhetorically, alluding to the countless battles they've had against one another.

Henry leaned forward, putting every ounce of his attention on her.

"I'm a man of routine, and the last couple months have been decidedly routine-less." He said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he continued.

"You were part of that routine, Maeve. I wanted to see if maybe you had changed your mind about our little tradition."

He wasn't even trying to be subtle. He wanted her to come back. So bad it hurt. And he was about to push the issue further if she didn't agree.

Henry's smirk was accompanied by a casual nod of respect when she responded with a simple grunt. This woman was an assassin, after all- not someone you try to charm with empty words.

"Tell me something, Maeve." His voice remained low. He wasn't really trying to charm her anymore- just to remind her of why they were so much fun together.

"Was I on your mind as much as you were on mine over the last year?"

There was always something different that Henry had over the other men Maeve had met. Something infuriating, that leaves her more confused whenever he is around. That was the precise reason he hadn’t left her mind at all. And the reason she left.

Maeve tried to bite down the warm feelings in her stomach upon hearing his words. She looked away from him, stuffing her hands in her front jean pockets.

"You wish."

A low, warm chuckle escaped him at her words. Henry didn't bother hiding his amusement. In fact, he even turned his entire body to look at her. This woman was impossible to manipulate and so stubborn that she would sooner cut off her own hand before admitting someone was right.

It was endearing... and sexy.

"Oh, come on now. Don't be like that." He said. He was getting somewhere. He could feel it…

Maeve rolled her eyes, she wouldn’t say a damn thing. Besides, her chances with the assassin were slim to none.

She’d never have a shot with the Irishman, no matter how much he was on her mind. Maeve and Henry were rivals, and that's all they'd ever be. She just had to settle for that.

"You're starting to piss me off, Cooldown."

His smug smile widened at her words. She was just as stubborn as ever, but he knew she was just being coy.

"You know, I think you like it when I annoy you," He said. "It's cute."

He was right yet again, but she refused his claims, as she always had. Maeve found her patience growing thinner the more she listened to his goading. Her lips curled down into a scowl.

"You know, I can tell you're interested. You're getting flustered. Your eyes are darting all over the place." He said, a smug smirk on his face.

The bastard was loving it. It only caused her to get even more pissed, tremendously so. Her scowl deepened further as she glared at him through her hair. If she hadn't wanted to fight him before, there was no doubt about it now.

"You can't tell shit." Maeve spat at him, her voice filled with venom.

"Oh, I can tell a lot more than you think I can." He said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth once again.

"You're definitely hiding something. Whether it’s your feelings or a knife behind your back, I'm not sure yet."

He stood up, putting his arms behind his back. Now that he had walked up to her, it was a bit harder for Maeve to hide how he made her feel. Maeve could smell his cologne with how close he was, the smooth scent only fueling her frustration.

Henry's smirk slowly widened as they stood there, faces mere centimeters apart. The tension in the air was suffocating, but it only served to excite him further.

"Maybe I should frisk you to find out."

He dared her to do something. Any reaction from her would be met with his own, and the outcome would be glorious.

Suddenly, her left hand shot up from the inside of her pocket and instantly wrapped around Henry's wrist. Before he could say another word, Maeve pulled him out of the United Assassination Association, not caring what he was there for in the first place. They were on our way to duel somewhere, now.

He followed her out of the Association, not sure what she had in mind, but he certainly wasn't resisting. Maeve's stride was fast as she held onto his wrist, dragging him along. He made sure to keep up with Maeve's frantic pace, easily able to match her stride.

They were on the way to the site of the last battle they had, a whole year ago. It was a rooftop on one of the tallest buildings in Santa Destroy.

"Did you finally come to your senses and decide to resume our tradition?" Henry asked, his voice calm and collected despite his racing mind.

"I believe it was you who was on the losing end last time we fought," He said calmly, smirk still intact.

"Shut the hell up. I'm putting you in your place." She barked at him in reply.

They got to the building after a short walk, and after multiple flights of stairs (all of which Maeve's hand never left Henry's wrist), they arrived on the rooftop.

He stopped them when they reached the roof, turning around to face her. "Let's try and make it as fun as last time." He said. "No mercy."

She finally let go to stand across from him, unsheathing her broadsword from its holster on her back. She was still very much pissed, frustrated (in more ways than one), and ready to duel.

Henry wielded his beam katana, the weapon activating with a menacing drone. Once it was completely out, he took up a duelist stance. His sword held out in one hand, body facing Maeves, the other hand held in front of himself.

He didn't want to risk saying anything right now. So, in true assassin tradition, he nodded his head and gave her a slight wave.

The tension in the air was at an all time high, and Maeve wanted nothing more than for Henry to eat his words.

Maeve charged at him, starting the fight with haste.

This exchange of swings, jabs, and thrusts went on for what seemed like hours. They seemed to be evenly matched in this explosive battle, and it was nothing short of intense.

Maeve had some of the most fierce technique he had ever seen, the woman was like a wild animal. Yet, he still held his own, of course. His strikes and dodges were a reflection of his counterpart. Even in this state, he refused to let up.

"I thought you wanted to put me in my place?" He taunted. "Where is that place, exactly?"

As quickly as he was able to speak, he changed the momentum of the duel. Sweat started to form at Maeve's brow as he showered her with a seemingly endless amount of jabs and thrusts of his weapon.

With a powerful swing of his beam katana against her sword, it flew out of her hand and onto the pavement, skidding across the concrete. Maeve was now unarmed.

Before Henry could capitalize on this, she dashed behind him, locking two strong arms around his waist. Maeve then bent backwards, throwing him into a powerful german suplex.

He landed hard on his back, his sword flying from his grasp as he suppressed a groan of pain. His weapon clattered to the ground, leaving him unarmed as well.

That was certainly the smartest move Maeve made all night. As both arms locked around his waist, Henry’s mind was racing as to what to do here, but all he could feel was that rush... that rush he had always loved.

They were left to wrestle now.

"You had enough yet?" Maeve asked, her drawl coming through a bit strained as she grappled him.

She had him tight and firm, he was completely unable to escape her hold. The air on the rooftop grew hot as the tension between them grew more primal.

"Not even close," He said between pants. "You'll have to drag me to hell before I tell you that." He continued to struggle as he looked into her eyes, refusing to give her the victory she so desperately craved.

"Bet you’d like that, huh?" Maeve's black eyes glared daggers into his as she looked down at him with a scowl. Her fingers tightened around his wrists. She was always the better wrestler out of the two assassins.

"I would..." He said, his words coming out slightly more hoarsely than she might have been used to. Despite how tired and sore his arms were from trying to get out of her grasp, he continued to look forward, a smug grin on his face.

"But you'd like that even more," he teased. "You just love seeing me struggle like this, don't yo—"

"I'd love for you to shut the fuck up."

Maeve nearly growled at him. She couldn't outright deny his claims, as he was right. But she wasn't nearly as verbose and frankly, shameless, to admit it.

"Oh, darling- do not deny what's so obvious," he said, his tone of voice dripping with frustration. Her body was just so... hot. "I think you might even be enjoying yourself more than I am."

She pinned his wrists down over his head, making it even harder for him to move. Her legs were now straddling his hips.

This time when she moved, Henry didn't resist. Their faces were just inches apart from each other, their breath mixing. She could hear his heartbeat pounding through his chest, his body moving with her every movement.

Maeve would never admit it to anyone, but she had never felt so alive as she felt now, with him under her grip.

They had been here many, many times, but never had they been this close, in every possible sense. The two of their bodies struggled against each other, and he wanted more.

She wanted multiple things. One of those things was for Henry to finally close his damned mouth, and stop making her feel such intense emotions that she could do nothing with. She couldn't have him, no matter how much she wanted to kiss him right then and there.

The nerves between the two assassins were high as ever while he looked up at her with a smoldering gaze.

"You think you're in the driver seat right now." Henry said, his voice filled with snark. "But oh, dear Maeve," He teased, "You can't deny what's happening here."

He raised his eyebrows as he let his gaze flutter across her face. He knew he was breaking her down little by little. She was so close to admitting how she truly felt, he could feel it.

The air was charged with tension. Every hair on his body was on end and he could feel each and every heartbeat pound into his chest.

"I'm not admitting shit." She snarled at him.

Maeve was always a woman of few words, but even if she wasn't, there was no way she could verbalize just how much she longed for him all the years of their rivalry.

She had avoided him the entirety of last year in an attempt to lose her feelings for the married assassin, only for her silent, harbored affections for him to grow stronger against her will. She didn't understand what Henry wanted from her, why he wanted her to give in. It was pointless.

Henry laughed as he continued to look up at her. He loved her stubbornness.

"You can act as tough and cold as you want but I know you're thinking differently deep down." He said, his voice filled with arrogance.

He knew how to break her down, and he used every tool at his disposal to do so. As their eyes met, he knew he was winning. And he wasn't about to let up now.

"So goddamned what?" Maeve snapped at him, her temper beginning to unravel completely.

"That doesn't change the fact that you're married. You’ve been married for God knows how long, so what does it even matter?"

Henry raised an eyebrow, his grin growing wide.

"But dear, how do you know I'm still married?" He asked, his tone of voice slightly teasing.

He kept his nose pressed against hers, not backing down despite how close their faces were. In fact, he seemed to enjoy being this close, the heat and scents of their bodies against each other sending his heart racing even faster than before.

Maeve's black eyes immediately widened with disbelief. She stared at him, scanning his face for any traces of deceit. After a few intense moments of silence, she finally spoke.

"...What?"

"That's right, sweetheart," Henry said, his voice still low and filled with snark. "I'm not married anymore."

Maeve was shocked. If he was telling the truth, it would mean that her world had been flipped upside down.

She must have started avoiding Henry right before his divorce with Sylvia. If she had just stayed around for a little while longer…

Henry kept up his smirk as he watched Maeve's reaction. It was priceless, really. He kept his eyes on hers, her body close to his.

"And now your excuses are running thin. I feel it. I see it."

Maeve's grip on his wrists was dangerously loose as she sat on top of him, and when he spoke, she let them go completely. Her eyes were filled with emotion, ones of surprise, and disbelief, but Henry could see the hints of yearning and desire in them clearly.

He leaned his head in slightly, their noses touching again.

"All you want is to kiss me, isn't it? You're just too proud to admit it."

Without any warning, she cupped his face with her hands and crashed her mouth against his, kissing him with years worth of repressed passion. The moment he felt Maeve's lips press against his, Henry could hold back no longer.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close to him as he possibly could. He kissed her with the same intensity that they used to grapple with, the same intensity that had been brewing inside of him.

This was his moment. The moment he had been waiting for. He wanted her, and she wanted him. His lips didn't leave hers, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. All he wanted was her. And right now, he had her.

He would have stayed like this for hours, maybe even days, if he could. He needed to have her. The way her tongue explored his mouth, the way that she tasted on his lips... it was a perfect match.

All of those years, all of that desire, all that wanting... A few more long moments of the most passionate kiss of Henry's life, and Maeve briefly broke the kiss to catch her breath.

But alas, they could not stay like this forever. He tried his best to resist, but eventually Henry stopped kissing her for a moment.

He tried to speak. But he couldn't. His skin was hot to the touch, his breath catching in his throat. The taste of Maeve's lips was still on his tongue, every nerve in his body feeling alive with anticipation.

He knew he couldn't just sit there in silence.

"I..." He tried again. "I want you."

The words were out. For the first time, to anyone other than Sylvia, he had spoken about how he felt towards another person.

Although, it was worth it to see her face right now. Her eyebrows raised at his admission, she was seemingly surprised by his direct admission.

"How much?" She asked with one corner of her lips upturned. She was curious as to what he'd have to say. Henry didn't hold back.

"I want you with every fiber of my being. Every minute that we haven't been together feels like a torment to me," He whispered to her. He wished he was exaggerating at the moment, but he wasn't.

The words felt like a weight off his back for the first time. It was nice to be so clear about how he felt, and the fact that Maeve's expression was now filled to the brim with desire, made it even better.

She was clearly pleased with the fellow assassin's words, despite doing quite well to keep her composure. The thought that Henry really missed her when she disappeared that year ago, made her feel unbelievably fulfilled.

"Well, we oughta do something about that."

It was all Henry could do not to smile at Maeve's words. She was finally admitting she wanted this as much as he did, and that was everything he could ever ask for.

He nodded. "My apartment's just a stone's throw from here." He placed a slow kiss on her lips again, his tone of voice low and sultry. She leaned into his kiss and rested her forehead against his, keeping close as he spoke. "I'd like to take you there."

She finally rolled off of Henry. Crouching, she outstretched a hand for him so that he could stand as well. Henry took it and pulled himself up, dusting himself off, and wiping a bead of sweat away from his face.

He looked at Maeve, as if seeing her for the first time after the kiss.

"Thank you," He told her. They both knew what they were feeling now, and that was enough to see him through this night.

The two assassins picked up their weapons from the rooftop and made their way down the stairs. He took her hand, as he didn't want to spend another minute away from her.

The cool autumn air was pleasant as the two strolled on their way to Henry's apartment. As the two of them walked, the wind rustling the tree leaves, Henry finally felt as if everything was right once again. He was going to stay close to Maeve. Very, very close to her.

"So," he started, turning his gaze to Maeve's face as they walked on the sidewalk. "What else did you do in the year that we were apart?" He asked.

Maeve grunted, reminiscing of the entire year she hadn't seen Henry. She was avoiding him back then. Trying to distract herself from feelings she thought were unrequited.

"Work, really. Seeing where the wind blew me, finding jobs and clients there." She spoke casually, extremely so. Henry saw right through it. He tilted his head to the side.

"But, you must have been busy. Did anyone keep you company?" He turned his gaze back forward, still holding Maeve’s hand.

If anyone had made Maeve's heart race even halfway as much as he had, Henry knew there would be trouble. He wanted to be the only thing Maeve's heart beat for, even in the time they were apart. He needed to be.

“Nobody.” She answered honestly.

In truth, she felt so strongly for Henry that it made the concept of anyone else plain inadequate. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to admit that yet, to flatter the Irishman who had been on her mind.

"No one could..." she mumbled, seemingly adding that on accident. Maeve's gaze was on her boots, flickering between them and her hand that was still holding Henry's.

He didn't say anything. He already knew what Maeve's words meant. It was clear that in the year they had spent apart, that she had been unable to replace him. It sounded like she had been unable to even start a relationship with someone else. She hadn't tried.

It was the same with Henry. The year they had spent apart, he hadn't done anything that would even classify as romantic. Just like Maeve's words, his eyes gave it all away.

Henry didn't say anything at first. How could he? Maeve's confession earlier had made his whole world feel so right. So many times he had questioned why he felt so strongly for her. Why did he still feel that way?

Maeve had just answered every single one of those questions, and it wasn't with words at all. It was the way she held him by the hand. It was her gaze. And it was her silence.

He finally spoke.

"You don't have to worry, sweetheart,"

She queried an eyebrow when he did, wondering what he meant. Her expression urged him to continue.

"No one could ever compare to you." Henry continued, as the two of them continued walking toward his apartment.

"From the moment I met you, you were different from anyone else I’d battled. And in a way, I always hoped. I hoped that maybe, just maybe, what I felt was mutual. You just never made it too clear..."

He looked at Maeve's lips again.

"...until tonight."

"I couldn't." Maeve replied. "You had already been married for god knows how long. Why’d you and Sylvia split anyway?"

Henry turned his gaze away from Maeve's lips as he continued speaking. Those words were just about the last thing in the world that Henry felt like talking about right now, but she had reminded him that he hadn't told her everything yet.

"She cheated," He answered flatly.

Maeve's eyes widened at his admission. She was thoroughly shocked. "No fuckin’ way."

She couldn't fathom a man like Henry getting cheated on. Her hand squeezed Henry's tighter than it had before, without her noticing. Henry felt his hand being squeezed, but he didn't mind. In fact, he had started to squeeze her hand back.

Her fury and shock were both justified, as he had felt the exact same way. Sylvia had broken him in ways that no one ever had, but Maeve's presence was healing him more and more with every second that passed.

Her hand squeezing his made him feel like he was the luckiest man alive, despite all that had happened to him.

"It was... a bad time," He continued. "But it's water under the bridge. All that matters now, is us."

Us? She scoffed at his phrasing, as it seemed too good to be true. He made her feel so much with just a few slick words of his. He always had.

Returning to Santa Destroy was a last resort for her when the rest of work around the country was dry. Yet he held out for her. How did he even know that she'd come back? Her hand squeezed his again.

"You're goddamn crazy."

Henry chuckled.

"Maybe I am, to have ever thought that you would be so easy to get away from," He told her, giving Maeve's hand a quick squeeze in turn.

"It was like trying to avoid rain while living in Ireland," He said. "It was unavoidable."

He looked ahead, seeing the apartment building finally coming into view. Maeve shook her head as they walked up to his apartment, half in disbelief. But the small smile that was growing on her face told Henry all he needed to know. She even chuckled, a rare occurrence.

Henry turned to Maeve's face as he held the apartment's door open for her.

Her eyes. For some reason, her eyes just seemed so appealing. So captivating.

"Please, after you." He told her, gesturing inside.

She nodded, and walked into the apartment as he asked. Henry followed, locking the front door behind them.

#henry cooldown #character x oc #no more heroes #no more heroes 2 #black oc

[memestockpile]

o brother, where art thou (2000) feel free to change as needed.

jesus, can’t i count on you people?

wait a minute! who elected you leader of this outfit!

mind if we join you?

i work for no man.

i have no name. 

fear not the obstacles in your path.

well, what does he know? he’s just an ignorant old man!

my daddy told me i’m supposed to shoot whosoever from the bank!

there’s a good boy.

you’ve grown chatty. 

i’ll expect you want them chains knocked off.

this stew’s awful good. 

well, guess i’ll be turning in. 

damn! we’re in a tight spot!

what in the sam hill?

you miserable, horse-eatin’ son of a bitch!

i hate fire!

you lousy, yellow-bellied low-down skunks!

you should be in bed, little fella. 

you ain’t the boss of me!

go back home and mind your pa.

what’s the damn problem?

watch your language, young fellow. 

we got but four days to get to that treasure! after that, it’ll be at the bottom of a lake!

we ain’t gonna make it walking. 

how’re we gonna get a car?

you stole from my kin!

it’s a fool looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart. 

we got bigger fish to fry. 

i thought you said you was innocent of those charges?

come on in, boys, the water’s fine!

the preacher said it absolved us. 

you should’ve joined us, [name]. it couldn’t a have hurt none. 

you two are just dumber than a bag of hammers. 

i haven’t seen a house in miles. what’re you doing out in the middle of nowhere?

i had to be at the crossroads last night to sell my soul to the devil. 

i always wondered: what’s the devil look like?

you ever been with a woman?

just follow my lead.

you’re silly with it. 

hot damn, boy. 

shake a leg, junior!

why don’t we bed down out here, tonight?

pretty soon it’ll be nothing but feather beds and silk sheets.

what’re you gonna do with your share of the treasure?

you ain’t no kind of man if you ain’t got land. 

we gotta skedaddle! 

the personal rancor reflected in that remark i don’t intend to dignify with comment, but i would like to address your general attitude of hopeless negativism.

consider the lilies of the goddamn field.

hop on in while you give it a think. 

friend, some of your folding money’s come unstowed. 

thanky, dear.

pardon me, [name], but have you got a plan for getting out of here?

hold the applause and drop your drawers. 

what ignorant, low-down, slanderizing son of a bitch said that?

almost makes me wish i hadn’t been saved. 

this’ll put me right back on top!

i like your style, young man. 

holy saint christopher!

we ain’t got time for your shenanigans!

we gotta find some wizard that can change him back. 

if nothing else, i could use some civilized conversation. 

you softheaded son of a bitch. 

in my line of work, it’s plumb necessary.

you don’t say much, but when you do, it’s to the point and i salute you for it. 

i like to think that i’m a pretty astute observer of the human scene. 

he was one sour-assed son of a bitch and not given to pointless acts of sentimentality.

blooey!

it’s bonafide. 

lotta respectable people been hit by trains. 

oh-ho-ho, yes, i’ve spread my seed.

do not seek the treasure.

we thought you was a toad!

you’re my boon companions.

you ruined my life!

i ain’t never harmed nobody!

it’s us! we come to rescue you!

that’s mighty kind of you, but don’t think nothing’s gonna save me now. 

believe me, we can fix this thing.

sometimes you have to lose your way to get back home.

whoever heard of such behavior. 

perhaps you should take a moment for your prayers. 

this is crazy. no one’s ever gonna believe we’re a real band.

we’re in the jailhouse, now.

[loud, hearty yodeling] 

i have spoken my piece and counted to three.

where’s the happy little tire swing?

a miracle! it was a miracle!

all’s well that ends well, as the poet says.

i’m awful pleased my adventuring days is at an end

that’s right, honey. 

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