#this adorable manchild

[link-sans-specs]

The most preciousest of peanuts, and that's sayin' a lot.

GMM2540

Who Makes the WORST Fried Chicken?

#gmm #gmm 2540 #link neal #link avec specs #ocean blues #this adorable manchild #cutie punch #precious peanut #can he ever outgrow this adorableness? #i submit that he cannot #sigh 🥰 #my edit

[garciaasfluffypen]

“where’s the new coffee mix?” “i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?” “i TOLD you i don’t know where—” Eddie x Reader

where are my keys?

word count: 617 pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader  warnings: eddie is a dork, y/n really wants their coffee, and eddie needs to lay off the caffeine. 

you and eddie had officially been living together for three months, and they had been the best three months of your whole entire life. 

your parents had decided to leave hawkins, but since you were 18 and all of your friends and found family were here, you decided to stay. eddie automatically offered up the trailer, since you two were coming up on your year and a half anniversary, so it was only fair that you moved in with your boyfriend despite the fact that robin and nancy were deadset on splitting rent on an apartment just outside of town with you. 

either way, you were happy. 

it was a rainy monday morning when you stumbled out of the bedroom to find eddie running around the trailer, most likely looking for his keys before running off to band practice. you were absolutely enamored with the fact that he put so much love into the corroded coffin, and it made you admire his work ethic even more. even if it meant you had to force him to pass algebra and geometry. it also helped that you were surprisingly gifted in math when he wasn’t. 

“good morning, lovey.” 

“mornin’ princess.” 

“you seem like you’re in a rush today.”

“’m late.” 

“late for what, darling?”

“practice.” 

you smirked, knowing exactly why he was late. “ah. it is monday, isn’t it.” 

“mmhmm.”

eddie had a chronic habit of not putting the keys to his van on the hook you had put on his trailer wall at the beginning of your relationship, and he lost them at least five times a day. sometimes you wondered how this man child was functioning, but then you remembered he ran on coffee and jolt cola. you were surprised he hadn’t found out about the new “red bull” drink that had been on the shelves, and frankly you hoped he didn’t. he could only hold so much caffeine in his body before he went off the walls. 

“my love, do you happen to know-”

“can’ talk. need keys.”

“eddie.” 

“where are the goddamn keys-”

“i don’t know where you put them, darling.”

you knew exactly where he put them. they were on the coffee table right next to the ash tray, filled with all his half smoked cigarettes from the past month.

“baby i love you so so much, but i need ‘cha to tell me where my keys are so i can get to practice. ‘m already runnin’ pretty late.”

“oh, i know.” you bit your lip. “lemme get in a few sips of coffee and i’ll help you look. speaking of, where’s the new coffee mix?” 

eddie walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist in an effort to get you to spill. “i’ll tell you if you tell me where you put the keys?” 

“i told you i don’t know where—”

before you could finish your sentence, there was the sound of jingles and something falling to the floor. excalibur, the stray tabby cat you two had taken in was staring back at you as he stood over the keys which had been haphazardly knocked onto the floor by his little paws. 

“at least one of us knows where my keys were.”

“babe, i never said i didn’t know...” you trailed off cheekily. “but now will you tell me where the coffee is?”

“i dunno, you put the groceries away yesterday.” 

“i- what are we going to do with you, edward munson?”

“mm, lemme get to practice, 's what.” 

“i guess i’ll let you go.” with a dramatic huff of air you placed a small kiss on eddie’s lips. “don’t stay out too late, hot stuff.”

“wouldn’t dream of it, princess.” 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie is a manchild #and i adore him #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #an i (queue) of 187 #melly writes

[theswedishpajas]

Long time, no see, cowboy

#my art stuff #Couldn’t sleep last night so I literally drew up this man from memory just to try out a new gradient map on his jacket #osomatsu san #ososan #karamatsu #karamatsu matsuno #I do draw him from time to time but it’s been SO LONG since I tried to do any kind of clean art of him #I miss my boys #I try to get back into the show again from time to time but I just can’t the same way and it pains me #I haven’t really consumed any oso-san media anytime recently #I just needed something to try the gradient map on and fsr he popped into my mind #I’m happy tho #I miss drawing my faves #and hating on totty #Literally no offense to anybody who likes totty #I have personal beef with him #he’s a great character - he’s just too much like me but in the ways I don’t like about myself #it fills me with rage cus I see myself in him but only the things I don’t want to be connected to #blegh #anyways- have this manchild who I adore and want to give the world to cus he’s me but the parts I don’t mind as much #coolguy loser man my beloved #digital art #fanart #REMEMBERED I HAD MORE REAL TAGS TO FIT IN HERE LMAO #*looks at the thing I made of eugene a while ago* I wonder how I started hyperfixating on koalas hmmm

[skinnypaleangryperson]

#I loathe people who say bro but when rick says it is adorable #immature manchild energy in this scene and I’m living for it #rick and morty

[sttoru]

your lover would do anything to have your attention on him and nothing or no one else. even if that meant competing with a stuffed toy.

☀︎｜tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, teeny tiny bit suggestive. implied age gap (reader early 20’s, satoru early 30’s). just satoru being a manchild honestly. reader gets called ‘pretty, princess, baby.’ little dumb drabble that is not beta read.

you were cuddling up to your plushie under a pile of blankets, protecting yourself from the almost freezing temperatures outside of your apartment. the television is playing your favorite show, your food is set on the coffee table and your lovely boyfriend is. . . taking pictures of you.

“come on — look at the camera, pretty girl!” satoru coos. he was blocking your view of the screen, indirectly forcing you to follow his instructions. the older man visibly melts the moment you actually do gaze up at him; his eyes soften and his smile brightens, “there y’go. so adorable.”

he snaps a couple pictures from different angles and even one from up close. his big hand cups both of your cheeks, squeezing them together and forcing your mouth into a deformed ‘o’ shape. the way you look up at him through your eyelashes was the cherry on top.

“have i ever told you how beautiful you are, princess?” satoru sighs as he takes one last picture. he puts his phone down and settles next to you on the couch.

you chuckle and instantly rest your head on his shoulder. he sneaks a hand under the blankets and rests it on the exposed skin of your hip, causing you to shiver from the contrast between your body temperatures, “you remind me of it every day.”

satoru huffs—a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. he’s holding back the urges to nibble on your cheek. you’re just so adorable to him; it’s hard to control the cute aggression he experiences whenever you’re around him.

“yeah, well, as i should.” your clingy boyfriend says matter-of-factly. you roll your eyes and scoot over to the other side of the couch, moving away from satoru in fear of him possibly stealing your blankets. he was known as the ‘blanket hogger’ in your relationship after all.

satoru frowns in response and childishly puts his hands on his hips, looking at you like you had just betrayed his trust. you stick your tongue out and continue watching your favorite show—snuggled up to the fluffy blankets and stuffed toy instead of your man.

“can’t believe i got replaced by some blankets and a dumb plushie.” satoru whines. he sighs dramatically and slumps back against the couch, crossing his arms. a pillow flies over to his side and hits him right on the head.

“it’s not dumb. that’s mean.” you glare at him with an offended expression, though were also proud of your excellent aim. you hug your hello kitty plushie to your chest and turn your body the other way. now it was your time to sulk.

little did you know that you’d still be no match to your sassy lover.

the older man falls to the side, continuing his theatrics and clutching his head, “and on top of all that, i’m portrayed as the bad guy. . . haaaah, all i wanted was to be close to my pretty girlfriend.”

that gains him another cushion to the head. satoru grunts and huffs before planning a counterattack. one that was much more direct, yet softer than your pillow attacks.

not a second passes by and your body is already getting robbed from the blankets. “hey, wait,” you click your tongue, though were physically too weak to do anything about satoru’s actions. his body crushes yours underneath him — your poor plushie squeezed between you and your lover.

his hands move quickly to wrap the covers around the both of you. satoru grins to himself as he snuggles up to you, making himself comfortable in your embrace. his face is buried against your chest and his voice is muffled as he speaks up, “oh, c’mooon. can ya blame a man for wanting to cuddle with his girl? exactly - no.”

. . . he didn’t even give you the chance to answer his question. you playfully smack the back of his head and satoru giggles. sometimes it really feels like you’re the older one in the relationship.

“fine, but she’s staying.” you give in eventually, though were demanding for your plushie to stay with you. not that satoru cared about that thing any longer: as long as he has you in his arms, he doesn’t give a damn about anything else.

the white-haired man answers with a simple hum. he even adjusts the stuffed toy so it could rest between both your bodies, patting its head with care before doing the same to you. his large hand settles on top of your head and he moves it back and forth—a gesture of affection he likes to do often.

“mm — say, baby. .” satoru yawns and rests his head back on your chest afterwards. he closes his eyes while he presses soft kisses to the swell of your breasts, “cuddling with me is way better than cuddling with your plushies, right? riiiight?”

there he goes again. you can’t help but snicker however. you grin devilishly and take time to think of a way to tease your lover, “hmmm—no, i think i’d much rather cuddle with my plushies.”

you hear that dramatic gasp and mentally prepare yourself to deal with an even whinier and clingier satoru.

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #gojo x you #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo x y/n #jjk fic

[videlia]

☾⊹₊ ⋆ Micah when you're on your period ☾⊹₊ ⋆

Just wanted to write some head canons for when you're on your period about our lovable cah-cah, since I actually finished playing error143 yesterday and phew! It has become one of my many obsessions♡

Micah is the absolute sweetest when you're on your period! Not to say he's not sweet to you 24/7.

But he's probably more caring than he usually is.

And he's a dork.

He knows how cranky you get when you're on your period so he's definitely on the lookout!

Oooouu especially when you get cramps, this man will not let you do anything around the house.

Like anything at all!

C'mon now, this man is the Micah Yujin, and you're his angel, of course he wouldn't let you lift a damn muscle!

Anything you need? He's dashing straight into your bedroom, ready to heed your request.

Water? Got it. You're cold and freezing? He'll gently tuck you in a shit ton of blankets while embracing you into his arms.

Did I mention that he uses this opportunity to cuddle you all the time?

A jelly donut from the new donut shop that just opened recently? No need to speak another word, it's already being delivered as you speak!

Work to do? He's already sent an email to your boss, giving them a dumb but believable excuse.

Basically, he's perfect.

Yet he tries so hard to resist bringing you food that would worsen your cramps! But he won't back down even when you look at him with that cute puppy-eyed look!

He immediately notices when your cramps intensify, noting the way you're clutching your tummy a little too tightly and the way you're squirming in bed.

He's one hell of a perspective boyfriend after all.

But not to worry! He's already prepared a heating bag, placing it on your abdomen, also including some painkillers by the nightstand to soothe your ache.

Though your period does have a toll on your attitude, Micah definitely doesn't mind at all, even when you scare him with that small death glare of yours when he's a being a snarky jerk.

But he just wants to make you smile when you're hurting this much.

Micah is sooooooooo patient with you, it's damn adorable to you too!

This manchild just loves you too much to not shower you with love, even when you're on your period.

#micah yujin x reader #error143 #micah yujin #fluff #no angst #cuteness #this brings me so much joy #first post

[hydrobunny]

weekly special

tags: reader works as a cashier, flirting?, kaiser is a bitch but i love him anyway

if you could make one thing clear to the world, it would be this.

you are not a fan of michael kaiser. the furthest thing from it, in fact. you think he’s nothing better than an arrogant manchild, someone who desperately needed to be told to shut up as a child but just wasn’t.

so you just can’t understand why kaiser himself can’t understand it.

the clock hits 3pm, and the doorbell jingles. you already know who it is.

he’s been coming here every day, after all.

“y/n!” kaiser’s much-too-smug voice dares to say your name, and you fight the urge to slam your head into the closest wall.

but you’re a professional. you’re on the clock right now, and you actually wouldn’t be able to take the sudden loss of income in this current economy.

“what can i get for you?” you smile at him over the counter.

he smiles back at you, and you just know he’s enjoying this way too much. “i’m not too sure. what would you recommend?”

your coworkers think its adorable; that this hotshot football player’s become ‘enamored’ with a run-of-the-mill cashier working minimum wage.

on the other hand, you think he's nothing better than a nuisance.

your nails dig into the palm of your hand as you take three deep breaths. “well, i would have to go with our monthly special. it’s a mango smoothie with another scoop of our passionfruit mix right inside, topped with as much mint leaves as you would like!”

kaiser’s smile just grows. “but thats just the weekly special, no? what would the cashier actually order?”

you could kill him; you know you could.

you also know damn well his stupid strict football diet wouldn’t ever tolerate this amount of sugar, so why does he still choose to come to a fucking smoothie store every day?

you glance towards the glass door. no one in sight. your coworker’s on their lunch break.

“look, kaiser, can’t you leave me alone for one goddamn day? don’t pull that shitty ‘ooh, i don’t know the menu’ card on me.” you lean in over the counter until the two of you are almost touching noses.

when you speak again, your voice is a harsh whisper. “i got sick of your bullshit three months ago, for god’s sake.”

he blinks. you stand back up straight with a wide smile. “oh, personally, i would go with the strawberry shake with chocolate drizzle. it pairs amazing with a cheesecake slice from next door!”

kaiser stares at you in a moment of rare silence. and then he shrugs, shooting you another one of those famous smirks of his. “okay, i’ll go with that then. a strawberry smoothie with chocolate drizzle, please. size large.”

you hate how his smirks still have an effect on you.

“that’ll be six dollars and 23 cents,” you mutter.

he hands his black card to you with a flourish, and you almost jump over the counter to throttle him. the payment processes, of course, and you turn over your shoulder into the kitchen.

you make the smoothie as violently ( and slowly ) as possible, squeezing that drizzle bottle like it’s personally attacked your family. it’s almost therapeutic, actually, how you get to slam that lid onto that cup pretending it’s his head.

“large strawberry smoothie for kaiser!” you yell out as you head back into the main storefront.

you blink. the store is dead empty, sans a small plastic box right by the register.

you slowly walk to the box. it’s a goddamn slice of cheesecake from next door, black plastic fork enclosed and everything. words are scrawled on top of it in a dark blue marker.

enjoy ;)

and of course, right beneath that sits a sequence of numbers with a simple call me.

here’s another thing you need to admit. despite all your words, all your snark- you can't ever deny that kaiser always knows just the things to do to get you blushing.

#kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock #hydrobunny #kinda short but whatever

[libby-for-life]

This is a short one-shot with Adam having more bird-like qualities instead of being a lamb. MalePreg. Hot steamy smut. Enjoy.

Adam doesn't know what quite to do. It's been a whole week and he's been having this intense urge to make a nest. He's been looking at children more. Specifically, babies. The little shits were adorable. Without telling anyone, Adam begins building his nest.

He makes sure that it's built to his best capabilities and soon enough, his bed has bits and pieces of the hotel inside it. Even an old blanket Lucifer threw away was tucked neatly by his pillow. He liked the scent.

For the next few days, Adam felt on edge. He wanted, no, needed a baby. But no one came to mind that was worthy of mating with Adam. It just made him more distressed and he started to brood as well.

Niffty almost lost a hand when she was instructed to bring food to him because Adam refused to come out of his nest for any reason.

Lucifer, at this point, is getting tired of Adam's bratty behavior and goes to talk to the manchild himself. Why does he have to make things so difficult?! He barged inside the room and stared at Adam with a glare.

"Why are you acting like this?!" Lucifer yelled as Adam preened his feathers. He tried to ignore that Adam was naked. "She was trying to give you food!" Adam wrinkled his nose. "She got too close. Cunt should have known better."

Lucifer growled. "Just tell me what's wrong. Why are you building a nest? Why are you acting so snappish?! It's almost like—" and then he notices Adam's eyes. They were round, the pupils covering his entire eye. His breathing was labored and he looked...restless. Lucifer smirked. "Oh. I see what's going on. It's that time of year. I guess it is April, isn't it? You have baby fever."

Adam blushed at being called out. "And? What of it?"

"Well? Why haven't you mated yet? Surely you could have found someone by now." Lucifer asked. Adam just scoffed. "Like hell I'm choosing some fucker off the street."

Lucifer came closer and Adam bristled for a moment before calming down. "What if you haven't been looking in the right direction?"

Adam looked Lucifer up and down and the devil tried to be as nonthreatening as possible. Adam was at the stage where he was mostly following instincts. If Lucifer didn't make the cut of what Adam deemed worthy, he could very well be bodily thrown out.

Suddenly, Adam shivered and looked at Lucifer with hooded eyes. Bingo

Lucifer slowly walked over to Adam's nest. He stopped at the entrance and Lucifer looked up. "May I enter?" Adam looked at him with a tilt of his head. "Yes." He looked pleased that Lucifer asked.

Lucifer snapped his fingers and he was naked. Adam looked at him appreciatively. Lucifer smirked and came closer to Adam. "Let's preen those wings, shall we? Make them look all pretty." Lucifer has to set the tone. The minute Adam's mood shifted could end up with Lucifer being fought. With nimble fingers, he dragged a claw at the edge of his wings.

Adam chirped, his eyes closing at the feeling of Lucifer's small but strong fingers working out the dead feathers and smoothing down any new ones. He dragged his claws delicately, being sure to be careful. He would be gentle. For now.

Adam could feel himself grow boneless as time went on. Lucifer knew what he was doing when it came to preening. When Lucifer dipped lower, Adam moaned at the feeling of claws grazing the base of wings. "Found it~."

Lucifer massaged the area with deft fingers. The devil smirked as his pretty bird grew more and more bothered. With a snap of fingers, Adam's clothes vanished as well. He was too much in bliss to care.

Lucifer chuckled and said, "I'm going to put a baby in you." And then he flipped the pliant bird. Adam moaned when he felt the slick of his cloaca feeling wet and leaking. Lucifer licked his lips. "My, you've been hiding treasure like this for how long? Naughty little bird~." He dragged a finger across the edge and Adam moaned, his voice sounding wobbly.

Adam screeched when a clawed finger entered in. It felt like fire and warmth and oh so good. If Adam was being truthful, he had never touched down there. Not like this. He was far too embarrassed about it. Due to this, it grew sensitive to the lightest of touches. Lucifer expertly pumped his finger in. "We're going to have to stretch you nice and good. How else am I going to fit~?"

Adam nodded, too out of it to truly understand what his mate was saying. One finger turned to two and then two turned to three. It wasn't long until Adam had Lucifer's entire fist in his cloaca. Adam was crying tears of ecstasy, drool falling off his hanging tongue. "Look how pretty you are! I think you're almost ready. What do you say, Adam? Want Daddy's cock in you~?

"Yes! Please! Fill me! Fill me with your babies!" Adam screeched and Lucifer just chuckled how needy his pretty bird sounded. He lined his dripping cock to Adam's entrance. Lucifer could feel his own instincts slipping as he growled possessively. "You're are mine, Adam. You were mine the minute you let me into the nest." And then he slammed in with a brutal pace. Adam moaned, chirped, and pleaded for more and Lucifer was happy to provide for his mate. With every thrust, Lucifer got deeper and deeper and Adam got more and more needier.

"Faster!" He yelled, eyes glowing yellow. Lucifer growled at the demand but listened. He pounded into Adam, his eyes glowing a sharp red. With a final thrust, Lucifer released his seed into Adam who gasped and chirped at the feeling.

They both bit each other, blood dripping from the wound on either of their necks before Lucifer pulled out. He spooned Adam, his fingers rubbing an exhausted Adam's belly. "I can't wait for it to be swollen with my children." Adam whimpered at the sound of his mate's voice. Lucifer sincerely hoped it worked and that Adam was going to be a mother soon. If not, well, Lucifer would just have to try again, wouldn't he?

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #send asks #smut #oneshot #male pregnancy

[jamesdegriz]

Sometimes I just want to abandon everything and

Move to the empty town to live with a cute artsy boyfriend and his brothers helping them murder people and makinf art

OR

Take a job as a nanny in a remote part of a country to take care and love an adorable manchild living in the walls

OR

Go camping to the Lake and stay there forever in the cabin with the huge teddy bear of a husband (who sometimes murders people, but it's not important)

#slashers #Slashers are cute? #Slashers are cute! #slasher fandom #jason vorhees x reader #jason voorhees #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #friday 13th #the boy movie #house of wax #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #As inspired by the annoying and oddly comforting thoughts now living rent free in my head #Watched The Boy and can't for the life of me understand why Greta is being such a bitch #She is payed an insane amount of money to live in a mansion and follow simple rules #Oh people before the pandemic honestly

[link-sans-specs]

How is this adorable, silly boy...

Also this frickin' hot model?

A Man Who Can Do Both™

GMM2465

International Seafood Taste Test

#gmm #gmm 2465 #link neal #link avec specs #ocean blues #but really picking up the gray today #this adorable manchild #cutie punch #business model #mythical merch #i love his face #and all the weird and wonderful things it can do #🥰🥰🥰 #my edit

[heeracha]

[ 10:39 PM ] — you softly sigh in contentment. you wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. heeseung sitting on the couch, you’re on top of his lap sideways as your hands rested on his chest, lips against his as both of your lips move in sync, occasionally tilting your head so your nose wouldn’t get in the way.

“i thought i ran out of ramen,” heeseung randomly says as you lightly pull away to tilt your head on the other side. you press a peck against his lips, pulling away lightly and resting your forehead against his. “but i found five packs in the pantry.”

“oh yeah, i bought those.” you say, pushing your hair behind your ears. “i saw you ran out.” you mumble, cupping his jaw with your hands as you press your lips against his.

he kisses back immediately, eyes closing as he smiles against your lips as his fingers trace random shapes on your back.

“you’re so,” he starts, then presses another kiss on the corner of your mouth. “perfect.”

“i don’t know if i’m your partner or your ramen supplier.” you tease and he laughs, pressing kisses on your jaw as your hands go to his nape.

“you’re my everything.” he says, hands coming up to your jaw. you chuckle, remembering how heeseung was moaning out of delight yesterday as he was eating his last packet of ramen. ‘you are my everything,’ he said to the ramen, causing you to raise an eyebrow at him, pretending you’re judging him, but all you found is him being so fucking adorable.

he is a manchild.

your manchild.

as if reading your thoughts, he whispers lowly, “my favorite everything.” and he dives back in to kiss your lips. you close your eyes, kissing back. it wasn’t leading to anything, it was just a soft simple makeout, just wanting to kiss each other. “how’s your day?”

you kiss his nose. “the usual,” you say and press your lips against his.

“like?” he says against your lips, not stopping to kiss you.

you shrug. “doesn’t matter, hee.” you say, wrapping your arms around his torso as you move your lips, kissing the corner of his mouth, his nose, every mole on his face, then his jaw.

he sighs in contentment, closing his eyes. “i wanna know about your day. was it bad? are you okay?” he softly asks and you hum.

“i just don’t think my day starts until i see you.” you say, coming back up to meet his eyes. you kiss his cheek, holding your lips there as you lean against him, not wanting for the next day to come right away.

it was already 10:39 in the evening. it always felt like time was so fucking fast when you’re with heeseung. you want to stop time and just be there with him.

heeseung wraps his own arms around your waist, one hand on your arm as it runs up and down. “care to tell me why?” he softly asks.

“i don’t think i’m actually awake when i’m not with you.” you mumble against his cheek. you lightly pull away when you feel him turning his head to you. “you know, like in that book, i don’t even think i’m breathing when you’re not around, that kind of thing.”

heeseung smiles. “i know. i feel like that, too.” he softly says. “i just exist, but when i’m around you, i start living.”

you nod, smiling as your eyes look down. then you look into his doe eyes with pur admiration. god, you don’t know where would you be right now without this man.

“i love you, heeseung.”

he smiles, one hand coming up on your jaw as his thumb softly caresses your cheek again and again.

“i love you, y/n.”

you smile, a soft sigh of contentment coming out of your lips. you push your hair behind your ears again, readying yourself to cup his cheeks and press your lips against his.

so, you did.

and he doesn’t waste a single second to kiss back.

— hi, it's been a little while lmao. i've been insanely busy lately so,,, hehe. i hope u guys like this mwehehe. im getting ready for the new smau lol

— likes, rbs, comments/feedbacks are highly appreciated!

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #heeseung x reader #heeseung fluff

[neontoad]

“Here!”

Dazai is grinning from ear to ear, proudly showing Chuuya a handful of chestnuts he’s collected from the ground, and this is such an unexpected view, that Chuuya has to do a double take. 

He’s not mistaken. 

Dazai is smiling. 

A chestnut falls on the ground, - no wonder, Dazai's hands are overflowing with them, - and Chuuya picks it up, his eyebrow raised with scepticism.

When he reluctantly agreed to hang out with Dazai after a mission, he didn't expect him to start running around under a chestnut tree like a rabid squirrel, collecting chestnuts with such zeal as if they were no less than precious diamonds.

“You id-”

Chuuya doesn’t get to finish the sentence. His eyes meet Dazai’s, and the uncovered eye’s shine is hypnotic, its colour perfectly matching the chestnut’s, the dull colour turned into a rich hue of brown Chuuya’s never seen before.

On second thought, collecting chestnuts doesn’t look like such a lame idea. 

They start frequenting the park, and every time their pockets get filled with chestnuts, and their hearts with warmth.

Suddenly, autumn is not about gusting winds and rainy days anymore. For Dazai, autumn is about the fiery foliage of the trees that complements Chuuya’s hair so beautifully, and even though clear skies are a rarity in this season, Chuuya’s eyes are blue enough to make up for it. 

For Chuuya, autumn is about the deep brown of chestnuts, the colour he never knew was so warm - as warm as Dazai’s hand in his, as warm as the way he looks at him with timid adoration, as warm as the lively spark in his brown eyes. 

For them, autumn is about prickly husks leaving scratches on their hands, hot chocolate in paper cups, and sharing an umbrella on a rainy day, and always, as years go by, it’s about collecting chestnuts. 

It’s always about chestnuts. 

Their first kiss under the chestnut tree when they were 16. Their first “I love you” at 17 as they were lying on the grass, breathless, after relentlessly bombarding each other with chestnuts, smiles on their faces lighting up the gloomy Yokohama sky. 

Autumn is about chestnuts, warm hands and love.

Until it’s not. 

Chuuya is 18, and he doesn’t go anywhere near the park anymore.  

Seeing chestnuts in the grass doesn’t feel like a treasure hunt, but rather a bitter reminder of what he used to have. Frankly, he’d pay all the money in the world to cut down every single chestnut tree in this godforsaken city. 

Autumn is a shit season, if you think about it. 

Years pass, but Chuuya still can’t bear seeing a certain shade of brown. Much to his annoyance, it’s everywhere - in the colour of his desk, in the leather of his car seats, in the fallen leaves in the puddles of water on the ground. 

When he sees that shade again - the shade, as he looks Dazai in the eye in the Port Mafia dungeon, he tells himself he didn't miss it. He tells himself the colour doesn't look even more striking now that he can see both brown eyes looking at him with such longing, that he even lets himself reminisce for a split second.

One day they are heading to the ADA office after a joint mission. They aren’t speaking - they don't have anything to talk about. Not anymore. With the corner of his eye, Chuuya sees a familiar tree - it grew taller, but the way its leaves show off their autumn dress is the same as it used to be when they were younger. Before Chuuya knows it, Dazai is gone, running toward the tree with his trench coat comically fluttering behind him. Chuuya just rolls his eyes. Such a manchild. 

“Here!”

Dazai is grinning from ear to ear, his hands are full of chestnuts, and the way he’s showcasing his treasure to Chuuya wakes something up inside of him. Something that was dormant for so long. Something that he, deep down, missed so much.  

“You idiot,” Chuuya mumbles, intently looking at Dazai’s lips.

The chestnuts fall on the ground. 

It feels like their first kiss all over again. It’s chaste. It’s sincere. It’s perfect.

“Can we start again?” Dazai whispers into Chuuya’s ear, his warm embrace defeating the chilly September afternoon. 

Autumn is about forgiveness, warm hands and love.

Autumn is about them.

Autumn is about chestnuts. 

It’s always about chestnuts. 

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #skk #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #soukoku #fluff #mini fic #teen skk #autumn #chestnuts #a little angst but they are okay #falling in love

[stardroptasteslikesocialism]

Say it Ain't So Part One

Gator has to face the music when his girlfriend turns his world upside down.

manchild!gator tillman x teacher!reader TW: Pregnancy, canon-appropriate violence, possible Fargo S5 spoilers.

Liberty Elementary School saw a lot more police presence after your first date with Deputy Tillman.

It was strange at first to the rest of the squad when Mr. Kick-Ass-Take-Names volunteered to cover school drop-off and pick-up times; a cupcake duty usually reserved for cops nearing retirement. And Gator wasn't exactly known for his concern for the wellbeing of children. But after seeing him make googly eyes over the new kindergarten teacher in charge of the car line, it made a lot more sense.

Things started to get serious between the two of you after a few months of back and forth during car line duty. He'd stop by your classroom during lunchtime, where you'd have an identical lunch packed for him. He'd rattle off stories about his morning that were most likely embellished to make himself sound cool. Still, you'd listen intently, trying not to get lost in those brown baby cow eyes of his. He'd feign interest in your morning with the "ankle-biters" as he dubbed them before heading back to his patrol.

You were keenly aware of the Tillmans' reputation. Sitting next to Gator in the front pew every Sunday Service led to many confused glances and jealous glares. Why on Earth would a teacher - arguably more educated than all of the Tillmans combined - seemingly settle for the high school has-been, nepotism man-child that was Gator Tillman?

But they didn't notice his look of adoration as you listened to every Sunday Service when the church's natural light hit the highlights of your face just right. They didn't see the Gator that made you laugh with his childish jokes and interests. They didn't hear the sweet nothings he muttered into your hair late at night, tangled in your sheets as you passed his vape between hits.

He made you feel beautiful; wanted, hell even needed.

The thought of possibly losing all of that terrified you. This was why the color drained from your face one particular afternoon when you heard a familiar knock on your classroom door.

"Mister Gator!" your students yelled in unison. They were enamored with the deputy.

"Mister Gator, is your gun real?"

"Have you ever killed anyone with it?"

"Can we see it?!"

The kids were relentless in their questioning of your boyfriend, who looked at you with panic in his eyes as the kids swarmed his legs. You rolled your eyes as he mouthed 'help me' before placing two fingers in your mouth and blowing your best Midwestern dad whistle.

"Hey! One, two, three. Eyes on me, kindergarten!" you shouted over the babble of 18 five-year-olds. You stifled a groan as all eyes fell on you, including Gator's, "Quit asking about Deputy Tillman's gun. It is for emergencies only and can only be used by him. Got it?"

The kids (and Gator) nodded.

"Good. Now, line up for lunch. You'll sit with Miss Julie's class today."

Gator heaved a sigh of relief as the kids lined up for lunch, chattering away. You felt his casted arm grace the small of your back.

"We need to talk," you whispered, ducking from his attempt to peck your cheek. You waited until the last kid was out the door before you locked it, leaving you and a confused Gator alone.

If a man could short-circuit, you'd probably witnessed it as you watched Gator freeze rigid, leaning against your Halloween-themed bulletin board.

An agonizing silence loomed over the classroom before Gator finally cleared his throat.

"H-how, uh, how long have you known?" he stammered, his fingers fidgeting with his vape. You could tell he was fighting every urge to give it a massive inhale in front of you.

You ran a hand through your hair and sighed, "I took like four tests this morning; all positive."

Gator mimicked your hand through his own hair, muttering fuck under his breath.

"Look, Gator I'm sorry," you shifted against the desk you were leaning on, "I definitely didn't plan on this, and I know this isn't exactly what you wanted, but-"

You kept rambling, but your voice was warped to Gator's ears like he was underwater; he was drowning. Drowning in the realization that he had fucked up; he royally fucked up again. Your tear-drenched pleading snapped him back to reality.

"Gator, please say something! I feel like I'm losing it, here."

Gator opened and shut his mouth multiple times before uttering a strangled "I - I don't know what I should say," God, his chest felt tight, "I don't know how to be a dad, Y/N. I'm already a colossal fuck-up in my dad's eyes. I don't want to fuck this up, too."

For the first time in his life, he was speechless; and it was happening at the worst possible time.

"Well, you're not off to the best start, asshole," you sniffled and wiped your nose on your bright cardigan's sleeve before glancing at your watch, "Kids'll be back in five minutes," you rubbed at your eyes, attempting to erase any evidence of your tears, "Look, my first appointment's on Monday. Come by if you want to. Or don't if that's what you want."

You turned your attention to the construction paper at your desk. As Gator turned toward the door, you called his name one more time.

You took a deep breath as he turned your way.

"There's no half-assing this; I can't have you half in and half out of this kid's life. It's all or nothing with me, Tillman. Don't come around unless you're ready for that."

Gator quietly nodded before entering the hallway and inhaling the largest gust of strawberry kiwi nicotine he could muster on the way to the patrol truck.

Gator spent the rest of his patrol mindlessly staring out the passenger window in an attempt to clear his head. But the longer he stared at the empty North Dakotan plains, the more his thoughts spiraled.

You were having his kid.

He was a boy in a man's skin; twenty-six, still in his childhood bedroom; still doing chores for his daddy. Before you blew into his life he was destined to live life under Roy Tillman's thumb, sniveling in the sheriff's shadow with nowhere to hide from the town's judgment.

You were having his kid.

And he dragged you into this, too.

Once Roy caught wind of his son knocking up a schoolteacher any semblance of freedom for you two would be gone. Roy would either use his connections and bribe you into agreeing to a back-alley abortion; or, he'd strong-arm you both into a shotgun wedding and life on the ranch forever under Tillman's watchful eye. No option sounded good.

Gator nodded at his partner, Alvie, as they neared a familiar gas station.

"Pull over here. I gotta take a piss."

Alvie obeyed, agreeing to fill up as Gator went inside. After taking a much-needed leak, he scoped the gas station for some much-needed snacks. After finding his goods he paused for a second before grabbing another pack for you. He wasn't sure if you'd even like them, but he figured the thought would count.

An eerie silence permeated the air as Gator climbed back into his passenger seat, tearing open his jerky packet with his teeth.

"Fuck, that's hot," he muttered as he struggled to open his Mountain Dew bottle with his casted arm. The heat rising in his lips made him regret his choice of snacks for you. He sat for a second in silence before glancing at his rearview mirror.

It was the image in the side view mirror that made him slide down in his seat in a panic before clambering out of the truck, service revolver in hand. Gator crept to the bed of the truck where Alvie lay dead on the pavement, a knife through his chest. Gator's pulse sped up and his breaths became ragged as he read the message attached to Alvie's bloody corpse.

You owe me. _______________________________

Thanks for reading! This is my first Tumblr fic and first Fargo fic, so any input is welcome. Stay tuned for part two!

#gator tillman #fargo season 5 #fargo

[oreosmama]

Hey I was just wondering can you do yandere garou x pregnant reader

oof i just posted itty bitty bits of this with the metal bat and garou thingie but i could put some more random ass thoughts here

so

garou is a total sweetheart

yandere garou is a fucking monster

which makes him hot

how he would be great with a pregnart reader, im not so sure. but i shall try

certainly he's possessive af, which would provide you with moments like "you're not leaving the fucking house, stay right there and protect my baby"

but when you just scoff and walk past him, he'll groan and follow you. keeping you cooped up when you're on raging pregnart hormones is hard.

so he'll drag his feet after you all the way to the grocery store, and the second you step inside his alarm bells are going off and an arm latches around your waist not unlike that of a metal bar. and he'll yank you closer and haul u around and growl at other customers and shit bc this is a manchild that you are in love with congrats--hope you can handle two babies at once

lil pussy-whipped yandere garou just graduated into baby-whipped garou, so this mf levels up his AUDACITY.

suddenly you can't take care of yourself, apparently. you're not going to cook, you're not going to work, you're not going to take a piss without a safety escort and an ID scan. these are the rules

that's his baby, and you're his baby.

nothing will happen to you.

hands and lives will be taken if anyone touches you.

also daddy garou loves his baby so much omg its adorable the cheek squeezes and the gushes and the actual tears when this motherfucker feels the baby kick for the first time and goes "garou jr will be a kickboxing champ, maybe I can train him in the womb"

strap in, it's gonna be a bumpy ride

#yandere garou #yandere garou x reader #garou x reader #garo x reader #yandere opm #yandere one punch man #oreosmama talks

[mywingsareonwheels]

I get very pissed off very easily by media representations of different-gender couples (especially those who at least seem to be pretty het). I mean, there isn't *enough* queer rep Gods know, not by a billion miles. But you know how depressing and shallow so much het romance onscreen can be? Especially, it has to be said, in sitcoms?

Anyway. I'm queer as fuck but seeing good quality het romance rep still makes me happy. And in this spirit I want to share my absolute adoration of Alison and Mike Cooper in Ghosts. They have their ups and downs but they are strong together, and tackle pretty intense challenges with so much guts. They love and they *like* each other, and are patient and forgiving with each other most of the time. They enjoy each other's company, and they listen to each other, and when one or both fuck up they end up talking to each other and reconciling well. They are both deeply kind and compassionate people, good to their friends (both living and dead!!). Mike's acceptance of Alison's connections with the ghosts just warms my heart so much. Alison's (and the ghosts'!!) attempts to include him even though he can't see or hear them ditto.

And they share one single braincell (which honestly is great in itself, because the "the woman is the sensible adult and the man is a manchild" trope is so exhausting and somehow both misogynist and misandrist all at once). I think Alison has the braincell rather more of the time, but when she hands it to Mike she does so by throwing it at him with great force and then does something so extremely ridiculous and childish that we are just left in awe. ;-)

I love them both enormously, and Charlotte Ritchie and Kiell Smith-Bynoe play them with such charm. There are any number of reasons why I recommend Ghosts as a show, but "married het couple who actually like each other" is definitely one of them.

#bbc ghosts #alison cooper #mike cooper #alison x mike #charlotte ritchie #kiell smith-bynoe

[mr-payjay]

feel free to complain to me about the ii finale <3 i'm all ears

thank you ellie :)

fair warning for ii neg, especially on the latest episode.

prefacing this with saying: I LOVE INANIMATE INSANITY!!!!!! inanimate insanity is my favourite show in the world and every episode leaves me full of joy and excitement. i adore criticizing it not out of hatred but out of genuine love. i enjoy every single episode i watch.

however, i find that iii19 has been the worst episode so far. it has gotten me the least hyped out of any episode in the series, which is saying a lot because i bounce off the walls at every episode no matter how much i end up criticizing it later. there are. so many problems i have with it. im gonna try and organize them the best i can, though i'll probably(?) edit this post later to insert anything i missed or forgot to say.

starting off positively: oj!!!! personally i am so glad he didn't talk in this episode. i was terrified of the idea of him having a new va. the spin was adorable, i loved his signature thumbs ups, and every time i saw him i squealed with delight. him voting for balloon also made me really happy! despite the grudge he's had against him for so long, he still sticks with him on this part. even after laughing at his death the episode before that

in general all the seasonwunners voted for balloon!! which makes me happy!!! paintbrush, nickel, balloon, and oj have all been there for the very beginning of season 1, three of them being there for every season. i love the inherent connection the contestants from season 1 have with each other. they've been together since inanimate insanity began and they're there for the end of season 3 too. very sweet.

onto more negative stuff! I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE WHAT THEY DID WITH SILVER SPOON AND CANDLEEE they set up something crazy in the last episode and then did NOTHING with it!!! they had silver spoon beat candle unconscious the second she said something that wasn't coddling him like the manchild he is and she STILL voted for him. where even was she for half of the episode?? they just left her lifeless corpse on the ground in iii18 and then she eventually got up in this episode and just. went back to the competition??? dogshit writing

okay now i wanna talk about cabby. I Don't Like Cabby Anymore. so from the very beginning i have loved cabby. she was extremely similar to me in fact! i have really bad memory issues and i tend to keep files on people and on things that i might forget about, as well as just to organize my thoughts and ideas. i loved her confidence, obsession with knowledge, and analytical personality at the start. i was pretty upset when the characters (mostly test tube lmao) started relentlessly bullying her, and i HATE the whole thing in spring on the breakfast where they try to demonize her files. it was kind of annoying when they tried to remedy it really quickly after that because it was clearly because of the backlash, but i was glad they at least tried to fix it. however, over the course of the series, she just felt like she was... becoming sadder? pitiful, honestly? she went from an awesome smart character who loved taking notes on people's behaviour and using that information to get better at the game into some kind of Sad Little Bullied Victim. she doesn't even feel like a character anymore to me, just a mouthpiece for the creators to write dramatic "cathartic" speeches through to prove they're Definitely Not Ableist. also what was the deal with her parents lmao they never brought that up again

aaaand this episode was generally written really badly. super fucking corny for one. they literally had a little dance party at the end like people make jokes about for stereotypical Kids' Shows. but my issue is more with like... the weird super fast character development? and the way they wrapped everything up as quickly as possible? something that bothered me was the tonal whiplash between zuwie voicing springy super hysterically and dramatically and then springy being fully redeemed within like the next 5 minutes and dying for mephone. Why did they even die for mephone. like as a character why would he of all people die for mephone. thats so fucking stupid. the rest of the voice acting felt completely different from springy's as well so it just made the effect worse. everyone's lines were really corny and felt so manufactured, like they would pull characters to mephone's side (losing my mind over all the contestants rooting for mephone like cmon man that guy sucks i just know oj at least would want him dead) with a short Cathartic Speech and everything would be fixed and lovely and peachy keen. its just painful to watch. everything feels really weirdly disjointed and badly put together, the flow is awful, the "danger" doesn't feel like there's any suspense to it at all, and every character gets fully redeemed for no good reason. even walkie talkie chats casually with mephone at the end as if they're good friends after they were HYSTERICALLY INSISTING ON MURDERING HIM? AND MAKING HIM WATCH HIS OWN DEATH?? idk if this will get explained in s2 but we still don't know who walkie talkie is, what their motive is, WHY they got redeemed, etc. we know nothing about them. and even if it will be explained later, i think it's shitty writing that NOTHING was explained in this season.

some extra stuff

- SO FUCKING GLAD THEY DIDN'T BRING HOTEL OJ INTO THIS I WOULD'VE CRIED IF THEY PUT SEASON 3 CHARACTERS INTO HOTEL OJ OR MADE IT ALL SLEEK AND S3 STYLE

- the "you can do this" thing at the end was fucking stupid man that was so corny (btw corny isn't always bad but jesus christ... this episode was just awful with it)

- could not feel any emotion towards the Emotional Parts but laughter and secondhand embarrassment

- HOW DID THEY GET THE FUNDING FOR A LIBRARY? I THOUGHT THE PROBLEM WAS THAT MEPHONE DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING FOR A PRIZE HOW DID HE PAY FOR AN ENTIRE LIBRARY

- speaking of, why isn't oj back at the hotel. doesn't he have to manage it. wasn't paper having a ton of trouble managing it. why are all of them still on that fuckass island. did the library take like 5 minutes to build what the fuck

- ALSO!!! Why did they build a library in the middle of a deserted island

- i liked the short nickloon scene because im a nicklooner

- glad yinyang and candle got to talk

- test tube saying nearly nothing at all the entire episode except for sitting on the ground in a really stupid pose and apologizing to cabby made me laugh

- weirded out by tt and fan not talking to each other at all? not as a ship thing but like they're best friends aren't they

- really fucking annoyed by the fantube family picture at the end i hate fantube family leave that grown ass adult (bot) alone

- glad they didn't canonize any ships i was so scared about silvercandle and fantube

- 4s scene and s1 flashback was cool i love s1 so i got excited

- aaaaand i think my misogyny thread is relevant again. i should update it sometime because ii has only gotten worse about it lmao

- didn't like them making clover stupid for some reason like "is he talking about me?" come on

- oj not talking in these last two episodes is so glaringly unusual because he's never been able to shut his fucking mouth for even a minute

#juice.txt #ii neg #ii spoilers #i love this show but jesus fucking christ #absolute dogshit writing its so embarrassing