#pumkin says

[pupmkincake2000]

Funny how I keep getting comments like this

And it's not that it's harmful,it's that it's just not right whatsoever 💀 all your reasons for them being together are faulty and are things shared between friends aswell.

So, the dude called me and my ship weird while (and I'll keep saying it nonstop) HankCon is the most harmless ship in this fandom.

Okay, we are not saying that people can't ship whoever they want, are we? Especially in this particular fandom? In which most of the ships have no logic behind them at all, yet people are quite fine with those just because they fit into people's standards of beauty and how guy x guy ships have to look like, in their opinion.

So my questions are like those I've seen on twitter: "why do people find it so hard to be silent haters? like genuinely? why is it so hard to see something you don't like and think "ew weird" without feeling the need to tell the person who likes it that you think its weird/bad/gross/wrong ??"

And here's the answer: It's because they need to feel like they have the moral high ground. Actual virtue signalling. Ewww you like this, here's why you're wrong.

And nobody was able to give me an open answer why HankCon seems so offensive to them. And we do not talk about age gap here, it is too ridiculous to bring this up as an argument even. We are not talking anbout father & son issue because canon relationship is still friends, any father & son as well as romance are headcanons. So why those who like father & son are supported and those who love romance and fucking between the character are hated?

In a fandom (with no canon ships, except maybe Kara x Luther) where people literally ship characters with everyone they want?

Someone on twitter also said that the massive increase in self-insert, kinning etc. has created parasocial relationships with fictional charas. It's always happened but it's more now. Any perceived attack (moral or otherwise) on the chara equals an attack on that person's identity.

But I doubt that's the only issue. Although the theory has its place, given the general infantilization of Connor, which, however, is immediately forgotten when people need him to be an adult.

If haters are here to spread morality and justice, why aren't they doing it in other fandoms? After all, as I've mentioned before, there is the Rick and Morty fandom where people ship a grandpa and a grandson and I've never heard of people hating on this ship. Why these people are not among those discussing, for example, the laws of Japan, where a man over forty can marry a sixteen-year-old (correct me if I'm mistaken) if it is really an age gap that bothers the haters so much? But for some reason they chose as a victim a harmless pairing that does not harm anyone and is not even as popular as it was before? Or the goal is to errase it from the fandom spaces completely? If so, I'd suggest those to go outside and touch the grass.

[lux-scriptum]

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[goldenguillotines]

What if I say lil red riding hood Nakaou for Halloween then what. Friend group a bunch of different woodland creatures lfg

[shopcat]

i'm like here's my cat his name is herbert and they're like oh like the movie with the plant and i'm like what NO i didn't even know about that my friends renamed him in a discord server. his name is herschel like the old guy from the walking dead because when i got him my brother lived with us and was watching it at the time. because we do that with all our pets. and they're like Okay..... whatever. and then they find out his name is actually hades and get mad. and they're like wtf is wrong with u naming a cat after a real god and i'm like it's not the god sorry and they go the fucking GAME? and i go no. the percy jackson character.

[ratinastrawberryhat]

[lacedinweb22]

Vampire Next Door ⋆⟡⋆ Miguel O'Hara x reader Chapter 1: New Girl *✩

Your neighbor is strange, to say the least. Miguel O’Hara: Alchemax’s newest scientist, genius, most sought-after bachelor … and according to your wildest suspicions … a vampire?

☆‧͙⁺˚*･

One ... more ... box.

You carry the fifty pound box up the stairs, panting and motivating yourself under your breath. New apartment building, new area, unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar ... smells, but fresh start. You needed this. After your nightmare roommate from last school year, you need peace, quiet, solitude. Your sanity depends on it. Your own little world, free from shitty people, broken promises, betrayal, all of the hell that was last year.

One more set of stairs to go.

You hear footsteps from the stairwell below you, coming closer. You're sweaty, in sweatpants, and not at all ready to make a lasting first impression on your new neighbors. But they're getting closer.

"New girl,"

You turn around, to look up at the tall, handsome– Miguel O'Hara?

But you pretend you didn't know of his existence until now.

"That's me, and you are?" you breathe out.

"Miguel," he says, analyzing you and your box.

In a way, you're grateful you're meeting him now since being out of breath, a flushed face and sweaty shirt can all be attributed to this workout rather than how he makes you feel.

"Please, let me," he offers, holding his muscular arms out. You stop on one step, and turn to look at him, he's one step below you, but still much taller, looking down at you.

He's muscular, and so are you (you’re ¼ his build), but you're also exhausted, so you allow it.

"Thanks," you mutter, offering a weak smile, fixing your hair after he so effortlessly lifted the box out of your arms.

You observe him. He looks different than he did two years back at Nueva York University: bigger, more muscular, more sure of himself, and more threatening? He was intimidating before, intimidating as in hot genius geneticist, but now he's intimidating hot shot Miguel O'Hara.

"You live on the fifth floor?" he asks, stopping at the landing.

"Yeah, and I'm guessing you do too?"

"Yeah, I do. What number are you?"

"501," you nod, smiling. You follow him down the hall.

He walks in front of you, nodding.

"I'm 502," he says, turning back to look at you, reading your face, before stopping in front of your place.

He smiles, his eyes on yours. You melt the way you did back then. Yep, he's still got it. You notice his eyes are different, the same beautiful brown, but with a new maroon tint to them. Almost inhuman. But the way he smiles, that's familiar. You get butterflies in your stomach, and feel everything all over again.

You knew him before Alchemax. You knew him when he was a less famous, all the same genius amongst NYU intellectuals. You remember admiring him from a distance. You sat outside of the library with Ash, and snuck glances at him over her shoulder, watching as he walked to class. You loved the way his dark brown wavy hair cascaded onto his face, the way he poked his glasses up, the way he rushed to class all while holding his school books, his motorcycle helmet, and pulling his lab coat over his compression shirt.

The autumn leaves fell gracefully all around him, like a scene straight out of a movie. He was picturesque, a piece of art, your hallway crush, unaware of your existence

and now right in front of you

... and he's your neighbor.

Ch. 2 here 😼

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[dxwnstxr]

Sweet like whip cream

Fandom: Bungou stray dogs

Characters: Chuuya x fem! reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: nipple play, breast fondling, creme pie, penetration, dirty talk, teasing, praising, using sweets for pleasure, fingering, breeding,

A/n: All requests are currently in my drafts!! They'll be done soon! Also chuuya will be a little bit taller in this writing.

A brown apron fit snug around your torso, tying around your waist and wrapping around your neck. It showed of your curves as your hips swayed to the music playing in the background. Humming to the music as you stired the whip cream you were making. You decided to make home made pumkin pie as a sweet treat for chuuya. With the pie currently baking, you were mixing away.

Two soft and slender hands wrapped around your waist, sending gentle shivers down your spine. The sensation of sweet bites filled your senses. Chuuya barrier his face into the crook of you neck, nibbling at any flesh his lip could touch. Softly chuckling at the feeling, you let go of the your spatula and turned around to face him.

His hands slowly traced down your figure, feeling your sugar sented body. He rested his hands on your ass and pulled you close to his chest.

"I think you should wear this apron more often"

He mumbled, fumbling with the bow around your waist.

"And why's that?"

You tilted your head slightly at his teasing, deciding to enduldge him further.

"I'd rather not say"

Chuuya relied, looking to the side. Bringing your face closer to his you were able to notice the softess of blush displayed on his pale cheeks. He tilted his head back to face yours slowly. Opening his mouth to say something at your obvious smirk, he stopped as he quickly got lost in your eyes and the way you lovingly looked up at him. His fingers tugged at the aprons strings that was wrapped around your waist.

"Chuuya not right now, the pie might burn"

"Please"

He pleadingly whispered. His nose touched yours. The way he looked at you was as if he would die if he couldn't touch you. As if you were the only thing keeping him alive in this moment. His face slowly came closer to yours, inch by inch. Chuuya's eyes slowly closed as his soft, delicate lips pressed gently against yours. He sighed at the contact, tilting his head to lean into you more.

His soft tender finger tips massaged the flesh on your upper rear. Gripping his shirt quickly, you let out a low moan. Your sweet noises was like music to his ears. Chuuya gently tapped your thigh twice as you jumped, wrapping your legs around his tight fit waist. Lifting you up, he placed you onto the counter. Letting his hands rest by your sides, caging you in.

He ran his warm tongue against your bottom lip, prying them open. Softly moving his tongue against yours. One of his hands ran up your waist, reaching the string of the apron. Pulling it loose he pulled away from your addicting lips. Chuuya lifted the part around your neck, pulling it off of you, leaving you in your baggy shirt and underwear. Giving you soft kisses down your neck, he slowly ran his hands under your shirt, lifting it up and over you head.

Throwing it to god knows where. Chuuya didn't waste time placing his lips back against yours. Bringing his hands up to cup your lower breast, you shifted your body at the contact. Pulling away from his lips just enough so you felt his breath on your lips.

"W-wait... the pie and the whip cream... I can't just leave them there"

A smirk made its way to chuuya's face.

"You right.."

Chuuya looked to the side, staring at the bowl of homemade whip cream. Dipping his middle and ring finger into the whip, he scooped some out from the container.

"First.. let me see how this taste... I know how much time you spent making it..hm?"

He brought his fingers to your breasts and smeared the whip all over the peek of them. The coldness made you tense. As you opened your mouth to complain, chuuya quickly latched his lips to your nipple.

"Chuuya that took me a lot of -"

Cutting yourself off, you let out a soft moan. Chuuya's hands grasped your breasts, squeezing them just enough that it made you feel good. Lapping his tongue around your niple, cleaning up all of the whip cream. Sucking harshly at your skin, chuuya left sweet red and purple markings on your chest. The thought of others knowing you belonged to him made him slowly lose his mind.

Pulling away from you, he looked over your body. He made sure he cleaned up every last bit of whip cream. Your hands reached down to your underwear and pulled it to the side.

"Put it in chu.."

Hearing you say those words made him lose any piece of sanity he had left. Quickly unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers, he palmed his cock. Pulling you slightly closer, he rubbed his pink glossy tip against your folds.

"How bad do you want it doll..?"

He teased. His tip placed right infront of your entrance.

"Please chuuya...I can't"

You struggled to speak. Chuuya's eyes softened at your attempts to vocalize your please. Bringing his hand up, he rested it on your cheek and pressed his forehead softly against yours.

"You did well princess"

He whispered as he slowly moved his hips forward. Feeling your walls pulse around his length made his hips stumble slightly. Bottoming out, he started to grind his hips into you. Your arms wrapped around chuuya's neck, clinging onto him.

"You feel me doll..? Feel how deep I am..?"

Chuuya's words went straight to your heat, your wall tightening. His eyes softly widened as he brought his lip down to your ear, nibbling on the open flesh around it.

"You like me talking to you like this, hm...?"

He continued. Soft pants and whimpers left your vanilla flavored lips. Chuuya wanted all of you. To feel you. Love you. Imagining his cum dripping out of your soft cunt made him almost cum on the spot.

"You close doll..?"

His hit breath tickled to rim of your ear. Quickly nodding your head at his words, your hips bucked forward.

"Go ahead and cum princess... cum all over my cock...let me see how good I make you feel..?

That's all it took for you to snap. Your high letting go as you came on his length. As your walls tightened around him, chuuya let out a soft whimper.

"I'm gonna fill you up doll....I'm-"

Stuttering his words his trusted into you one last time. Spurts of his cum pouring into you, filling you up to the brim. Chuuya thrusted into you through his high. Pumping his seed into your womb.

Letting out a breath, he slowly pulled out from your core. Tilting his head down he watched as a mixture of his and your cum dripped out of your pussy. Quickly scooping some of it up, he thrusted his fingers into you.

"If you spill my load, I'll just have to fill you up with my cream again"

(The pie ended up burning. So you both just went to the store to buy a fresh one....)

[trillyke]

Please read this post to know how I will proceed with the event on my page:

I've been doing pumkin hunting in the last few years and I am slowly running out of funny locations to hide them, and I also miss the OG way of trick or treating so:

🎃 On the first weekend (20th-22nd October): Visit my page and when you see that my porch light is on, knock on my door each day. By knocking on the door, I mean send an ask OFF anon saying ‘trick or treat’ or make up a fun poem, pun or something - your choice. 1 new gift each day!

Porch light on? What is that? As the tradition says, when the porch light is on, you are welcomed to trick or treat. When it is off, don’t even try. A little banner will show, if my porch light is on (located in the sidebar image on my tumblr) I will also pin a post several times each day, when my light is on, and also when it is off.

🎃 On the second weekend (27th-29th October): I will do pumpkin hiding for the same treats - a second chance to get my treats before the event ends! (I will post more info about it before that weekend)

🎃 How many treats can you collect from me: I have 3 treats, 1 each day - same 3 treats on the first weekend as on the second.

🎃 What if you missed a day? Don’t you worry, I will release all the treats after the event.

So all in all, from Friday on, keep an eye on my blog, and if my porch light is on ask for a treat off anon. Come back each day, as I have 3 treats to share during the event! Have fun! 🎃

For more info about the event please visit @simblreenofficial

To get my treats from previous years please check this post!

[dontexpectmuch]

could we pls get a part two to this 😍😍

jude bellinghams relationship habits could also be…: pt.2

when you guys are at an outing, just sitting on chairs and conserving with others, you usually sit next to him, really, there is only little space between the both of you, but, it’s still too much space for jude. it seems like he has to take matters into his own hands. so, like every other love sick puppy would do, he grabs your chairs side and pulls it closer to his, until there is absolutely no space in between you two. he explains his behavior by saying that he needs you by his side at all times and that the space between you harms his well-being.

him being a drama queen is already a well spread fact, but his dramatic habits are even more prominent with you. as soon as you pay attention to something else other than him, he clings to you like a piece of wet clothing. sighing here and there, calling you the most annoying(?), creative(?) nicknames known to mankind.

“pumkin‘ honey.“ - “my little candy floss/cotton candy.“ - “bubblegum ice cream.“ - “sauerkrautchen.“ and he strongly believes that he deserves an award for his creativity as well. all this, because you saw a cute cat on the street and pet it for a minute.

whenever you yawn, tired from all the studying you did throughout the day, jude puts his finger in your mouth and giggles like a litte school girl. laying on his stomach, feet in the air and swinging back and forth while he stretches his arm, finger stretched out as well, on its way to your slightly open mouth. you always roll your eyes afterwards, not bothering at this point.

“okay, babe.“ jude begins, taking out one shirt from your bag that you had recently packed, getting ready to go to your place after spending the weekend with him, “i will keep your shirt and as soon as you’re home, you’ll text me, askin‘. if i have your shirt, ‘kay?“ he thinks this is a fool proof plan, another reason for you to come back and for him to see your face again, even if you guys already spent the whole day together.

your mother always sends him baby pictures of you, you weren’t even aware that the two were texting, exchanging pictures of you as if they were something to collect and trade. he has two folders for your pictures, one with general pictures of you and one with your baby pictures. he likes to look at your baby face whenever he misses you, secretly imagining that this is what your own children could look like, which only makes him miss you even more.

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judeth.

[theostrophywife]

Reader getting her favorite drink EVER LIKE SHES OBSESSED WITH IT AND SHE FINALLY GOT HER FAVORITE THING A PUMKIN SPICE LATTE and it’s just super cute and fluffy and Mattheo or Theodore x Reader and he really is in love with the reader and she’s in love with him and they haven’t confessed and the reader says how she loves pumpkin spice lattes so so so much and she eventually calls him her pumpkin spice latte and she jokingly tells him that her future husband someday better write down in his vows to get her one every day of the year and he confesses to her and it’s super fluffy and cute? (Idk I probs made it WAYY to specific.

hi love, wow this is such a cute request! i might write a little blurb about it later on, but for now i thought you'd appreciate a sneak peek from a theo fic i'm working on that captures the pumpkin spice latte essence.

All that hard work disappeared before your eyes as Theo devoured the muffin in seconds. The bloody git had the audacity to swipe your thermos off the table and tipped its contents directly into his mouth, crumbs and all. 

His face immediately contorted into disgust. “What in the bloody hell is this?” 

“Pumpkin spice latte.” 

“Pumpkin what?” 

“It’s a muggle thing.” 

“It’s an abomination, is what it is.” 

You snatched the thermos back. “No one told you to drink it. Do you even know how long it took for me to collect enough instant coffee packets to last the whole term? And here you are wasting it.” 

Theo looked properly scandalized. “Why on Godric’s green earth would anyone drink coffee from a packet? You don’t have one of those—what do you call them—expression machines?” 

“Espresso,” you corrected. “No, Theodore, I do not have an espresso machine because that would require electricity, which doesn’t really fit this castle’s medieval aesthetic.” You paused. “How do you even know about those?” 

“I’m half Italian. How would I not know about espresso?” 

“You called it expression.” 

“Yeah, well, my nonna doesn’t have all of her teeth so sorry for pronouncing things incorrectly. If you don’t like it, take it up with that crazy old strega.”

[pupmkincake2000]

I wish people understood that shipping hankcon is in no way related to our fathers or daddy issues or anything else that refers to the relationship between fathers and children. Because it's all bullshit. For some reason, people exclude the fact that you can ship them just because of their incredible, interesting dynamics. It's just so simple, isn't it? The incredible chemistry we see throughout the game, no matter whether Connor goes the machine path or the deviant path. Their chemistry is still incredible, beautiful and amazing. Hank is a hot, incredible man who deserves love more than anyone. I will never get tired of saying over and over again that their relationship is more than friendship, their relationship is more than the love that people are used to. Their relationship is a bridge between humans and androids' world. Literally. And since when do people actually need reasons to ship someone? This fandom is perfect proof of that. Fuck, people literally ignore any logic to ship some characters, yet we have to explain the reason of our love for the ship?

Or should we say “thank you” to the pseudo-psychologists who came up with the theory about the “father figure in relationships” and other crap, and which all the inadequate people began to actively force, calling a relationship with an older person as something not normal, but considering abuse and gaslighting in a relationship to be true love?

It's okay if someone doesn't like this ship, but stop saying nonsense about the reasons why we ship them. We don’t have to be the children of bad fathers, or love our fathers too much, or have some kind of daddy ishshus (well, maybe this applies to someone, I don’t know) to love these two with all our hearts.

I've said it once, I'll say it once again.

I fell in love with them because I saw two people who needed each other badly. One of them was damaged and needed reason to live, who deserved to be loved and adored, and another one needed to find his own soul. And this is why they are so perfect together. Hank is the reason Connor became a deviant, Hank is the reason why Connor found his own soul and a heart, and Connor is a reason why Hank was able to hope the world can be a better place, Connor is a reason why Hank is loved again and knows he can be loved and adored. They are each others world, they are each others souls, they are each others everything. They are extremely strong together and basically die if they are apart, it is more than soulmates, it is love the world's never seen before, it is love the world will never see again, they are a bridge between humans and androids' worlds, a bridge the world would never have again. They are two people who are in love, deeply and inevitably. They can be dorky, they can be passionate, they can be strong, weak, sexy with each other. To me, the whole story was a blossoming romance between two lonely souls who found each other and even death won't do them apart.

[thebestpumkin]

- title - love letters.

- pairing - osamu dazai x reader

- word count - 353

- summary - a valentine's day love letter from your lovely osamu.

- tw - reader is referred to as belladonna but otherwise gender-neutral, kinda depressing (it's osamu, though..) but not too bad i think, also new format specifically for letters (lmk if it sucks), lmk if there are any to add!

- a/n at the bottom!

- For Osamu Dazai's beloved's eyes ONLY!! -

- Please refrain from opening until February 14th...how cruel of me. :) -

Dearest belladonna,

I do hope you've heeded my warning and it's February 14th...otherwise this is just another love letter instead of a romantic Valentine's letter. Though I suppose I must get on with it and hope you listened.

I also hope it's not too late to ask you to be my Valentine. Just because we're dating doesn't make that automatic, my dear. It also won't stop me from constantly keeping you on my mind, nor will it stop the accompanying thought - how did I get quite so lucky? You are truly the closest thing to perfection that's ever lived, do you know that? And I'm not entirely sure what I did to have you, but I'm not gonna question it, I'm just going to enjoy the gift.

I owe you my life, belladonna, as insignificant as it is. It's laughable, really, how a mere few years ago I was trying to end everything. But then you came in - you and your eyes that shine like the star we've dubbed ours while you tell me about your day. You, and your sweet honeyed voice praising me, and holding me while I tell you how vile of a human I truly am. You, who look at me through your gorgeous lashes as if I'm worth something. You, you, you. How I love you. How I love that you've given me reason to live: I want to spend more Valentine's days with you. More days with you, simply.

I already have our day planned, my love, and I plan on saying this multiple times today - though I suppose it's different when it's written, don't you agree? - I love you. I hope you'll accept my poor soul as yours for years to come, but let's start small: Will you be my Valentine?* I'll leave you with that, belladonna. I look forward to hearing your response...and hopefully to see you dolled up for our plans tonight.

Yours very truly,

Osamu Dazai

*P.S., I must say I do hope the answer is yes, considering that I made the reservations already...maybe I should have asked sooner.

pumkin speaks: still sorry for disappearing for like 2 months..my bad 😦😦 i hope this (and the other (very few) love letters i've got) will make up for my absence (i say as if i have a double digit following). anywho! i have some referenves to my absolute most favoritest book ever in here, and since i do the opposite of gatekeeping, pleasepleasePLEASE read Almost Home by Joan Bauer. okay, that's all i have, so see you soon! hopefully it's less than 2 months this time...

as always, likes, reblogs, requests, and feedback are vv appreciated! divider credits go to r0se-designs :)

[just-some-trans-nobody]

Carving pumpkins

Werewolf boyfriend X gn reader

Just a whole bunch of fluff with your werewolf boyfriend.

Minors Don't Interact!

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His tail was wagging like crazy the whole time the two of you got ready. It was his idea to wear matching fall sweaters while the two of you went pumkin carving. You were delighted by this idea and was more than happy to match with your giant lover.

The view to the pumkin feild was breath taking seeing all the different shades of red and oranges the trees were turning.

Looking to you he smiled, seeing you with the trees all around you was so pretty to him. He wished he could take a photo in that moment.

Once at the feild the two of you stepped out of the car. The little parking lot was filled with lots of other cars filled with couples and family all there for pumkins or fresh apple cider. Looking over to your boyfriend you smiled seeing him sniffing the air as his tail wagged. "The cider smiles good. Want to buy some to bring home?" You asked him as he nodded his head.

He smiled as he walked over to you kissing his cheek. "Ha alright Romeo let's get our pumkins." You said returning the kiss. Holding his paw you walked to the pumkin feild looking around for the perfect pumkins for the both of you.

Half an hour later the both of you had your pumkins picked out. Being the gentlemen he is your boyfriend was holding both the heavy pumpkins with ease. Going to the rather cute pay booth you pulled your wallet out to pay for the pumpkins when you felt a wet nose be pressed against your cheek. Looking to him you gave him a curious look as he glanced to the table of apple cider. It clicked with you what he meant. "Oh and can we get a jug of apple cider too please?" You asked the worker handing them your money.

Smiling you walked back to the car with two pumpkins and a jug of fresh apple cider. The whole ride back his tail was wagging thumping against his seat. "Your adorable." You said looking over to him. That only made his tail wag even faster.

It took a good bit to set up the pumpkin carving station at your shared home. Romeo wasn't helpful, his tail wagging kept knocking things over but he was so happy to try helping you.

Once it was ready Romeo was sitting criss cross on the floor, tongue poking past his lips as he focused on carving his pumpkin. You couldn't help but take a few pics of him while he was distracted. Once he noticed you photographing him, your giggles had given you away, he smiled wide for you to take another photo.

Carving a pumpkin was harder than you thought, it took a few hours and the both of you were exhausted. "Should we cook the pumpkin seeds? They're pretty good." You suggested looking to Romeo. He smiled and nodded his head before laying back. "Go take a nap honey I'll clean up." You said giving him a smile. Whining Romeo shook his head and got up. There was no way he was leaving this mess all to you.

The clean up went faster with the both of you working together. Area cleaned up and seeds in the oven the two of you snuggled up on the couch. "Everything is going to smell like pumpkins for weeks." You chuckled closing your eyes. Feeling lips against your forehead you smiled, his kisses were always so gentle.

You felt like it was safe to say today was a good day.

[abbysgoodgirl]

storm

warnings: none rlly!! this is js a fluffy short little fic :))

you lay in bed whimpering, as the heavy rain poured down on the windows.

you always hated storms, ever since you were little always trying to hide away from them, even with abby here you still were terrified.

you clutched you pillow tight to your chest, tears silently rolling down your cheeks. light snores come from abby’s parted lips which makes you consider waking her, she always said you can wake her up if there’s ever anything wrong no matter how silly or small it is, she’s always there for you.

you get the courage to nudge abby softly, causing her to stir awake.

“abby?” you whimpered out.

“y/n? what are you doing awake?” abby slurred out, only just waking up still.

“the storm! it’s too loud and scary!” you sobbed out proving your point, as you now were covering your ears.

upon hearing her girlfriend sob, abby was quickly wide awake and sat up holding onto you, cupping your face in her big hands.

“oh baby, it’s okay we’re okay it’s just a silly storm it can’t get us in here.” abby softly spoke to you now stroking your cheek with her thumb.

“but it’s scary” you argued weakly with a little pout on your lips that abby found adorable.

“i know pretty girl it must be so scary” abby mocked slightly.

“it is” you sadly said snuggling into abby’s chest her warmth radiating off of her.

“okay princess it’s still late and my girl needs her beauty sleep, whatcha say sweets wanna try go back to bed hm?” abby looked down and your eyes drooping, chuckling to herself quietly she gently laid down bringing you with her.

“rest those eyes pumkin i’ll protect you from the big bad storm”.

this is my first ever thing i’ve written on tumblr omg!!! i’m a wattpad writer so i’m not used to tumblr hahaa if this goes well i’ll write some more but i’m js trying some things out :)

i hope you all enjoyed and this isn’t proofread so if u see a mistake no u didn’t!!

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It's autumn with them

Fandom: Bungou stray dogs

Characters: Chuuya, dazai, ranpo, tetchou, akutagawa, tachihara

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Warnings: none

A/n: I'm already in the autumn/halloween mood, and it's not even august yet😭☕️.

🍁 Chuuya 🍁

Chuuya would cuddle with you on the couch watching your favorite scary movie. He would yelp at the jump scares, then lie and say he didn't because he's not a wuss.

Chuuya would watch the autumn rain with you while drinking hot pumkin lattes.

Chuuya would bring you to pumkin patches and lose you in the corn maze.

Chuuya would go to starbucks with you to get the autumn beverages. Then go shopping together for autumn outfits.

🍁 Dazai 🍁

Dazai would make homemade pumpkin pie with you just to steal some of it.

Dazai would make sure you both wear matching halloween costumes.

Dazai would stop to pet a black cat on your walk down a path in the orange and red woods.

Dazai would bring you outside to play in the autumn rain. Then, afterward, take a cozy apple sented shower together.

🍁 Ranpo 🍁

Ranpo would make sure to buy you all of his favorite halloween themed candy.

Ranpo would spoil all of the scary movies, so instead, you both carved pumpkins.

Ranpo would make you bring him to all of the mini autumn shops in downtown. He'd later got carried away, though, and grab you by the hand, pulling you to the shops he wants to look at.

Ranpo would only eat the whipped cream on his pumpkin pie. He'd then give the rest to you.

Ranpo would run ahead of you on sweet autumn walk and shout to you all the amazing thing he sees while pointing to them. You then would lift up your camera and capture the beautiful shot.

🍁 Tetchou 🍁

Tetchou would see you still hungry after eating your thanksgiving meal and would give you his portion.

Tetchou would lay a nice freshly washed and dried blanket on you while it's still warm as you sleep on his shoulder.

Tetchou would promise to take you to a pumkin patch. He ended up losing you 10 times before he called it a day.

Tetchou would let you pick out his outfits when you both went on autumn dates.

🍁 Akutagawa 🍁

Akutagawa would watch scary movies with you, but every time you jumped, he told you that you're being a baby. He later got embarrassed when he got scared near the end of said movie.

Akutagawa would ride on the hayrides with you and act like he hates it. Though after a while, you catch him smiling at the scenery.

Akutagawa would fall asleep easily on rainy autumn nights. You would cuddle him while he softly snores in your arms.

Akutagawa would take halloween very seriously but would act like he could care less. Though when it's time to knock on the doors, he gets nervous and acts you to do it.

Akutagawa would sit at the island counter and peacefully watch you make autumn pastries. Spooky halloween music would be playing in the background as akutagawa tries to sneak some samples, then gets mad and lies when he gets caught.

🍁 Tachihara 🍁

Tachihara would challenge you to see who'd escape the corn maze first. To which he ended up getting lost in.

Tachihara would go on a midnight autumn ride on his motorcycle with you. You would point out places you'd like to stop, and he would. You'd hope off, take out your camera, and take calming pictures of him under the autumn moon.

Tachihara would call out all of your friends just to have a pumkin carving competition. To which tetchou came first, you second, and teruko came third.

Tachihara would playfully dip his pointer finger in whipped cream and then poke you in the nose, leaving a dot of whipped cream.

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Tysm @wings-of-fire-adopts for this beautiful boy! His design is so unique and I'm happy have him as my oc!

This is Citrus, He is aroace and he is 17 years old (28 in human years)

Story undercut: please read I'm actually really proud of this for some odd reason

This is Citrus, He is a mudwing, leafwing hybrid. He lives in the rainforest with a rainwing family of 3, his brother, his brothers boyfriend, and their daughter. His actual parents, Shoebill of the mudwings and Bloodroot of the leafwings, were executed publicly in the town of Phtalo when he was still in his egg. In my wofverse, inter-tribe breeding is illegal. The parents and child must be killed, and the hybrid's parts are usually sold. Pretty cruesome.. Phtalo is one of the towns that takes this law very seriously. Thankfully, Shoebills sibs took their egg and hid it in the rainforest. Unfortunately, the egg was taken by the rainwings before Shoebills sibs could return. Tobacco, an elderly rainwing, took the egg and raised Citrus until he was 2 years, along side his own son, Precious. Unfortunately, Tobacco died of old age, and Precious and his bf, Mosaic, raised Citrus together until he was 12. Precious and Mosaic had adopted an unsibed mudwing named Pumkin by the rainwings. She was only 1 when they found her almost eaten by a jaguar. Citrus happily lived with his family until the age of 17, when he discovered that his father's sibs could still be alive. Citrus and his best friend, cabybara of the rainwings, decided to travel back to the town of Phtalo to find them. Citrus used a fake rainwing frill headband to stay hidden. Once they enter the village, they decide to stop for a meal at a steak house. When they entered, they questioned a bulky looking mudwing named Ox about them. She laughed and told them that they ran away cowardly with a hybrid egg but later where found and executed publicly, but the egg still missing. This news shattered Citrus on finding his family. Before they left, the sandwing cooking assistant in the kitchen noticed them. She followed them out until they stopped for a drink.

She approached them introducing herself as Sunrise. She asked them why they were asking about the executed hybrid family. Cabybara lies and says that they heard a story that the sibs of the hybrids father were still alive, and wanted to meet them.

Citrus asked her suspiciously what she knew about them, and she replied that only one escaped and she knew where he was. She agreed to take them to him if she was given gold. They made a deal and they packed their things before setting off into the late night sky. They traveled for two days before they made it to the outskirts of the sky kingdom. Here, they rested at a skywing motel. In the morning, a window was shattered in their room. The mudwing from earlier, Ox, and two other mudwings had followed them. Ox figured out that Citrus was the lost hybrid and knew the queen would take a liking in him.

They barely escape but Cabybara picked up a shelf and slammed it over Ox's head. Flying through the window Citrus lost his fake frills from Ox's attempt to grab him by the neck.

They flew as far as they could before they found a traveling market. Thankfully it was night time so no one could see them. Sunrise stole a cloak for Citrus before they passed through most of the market and decided to sleep inside a barn filled with cattle. Citrus spent the night thinking about his family and how much he missed them.

The next morning, they awere woken up by the barn owner, an old male skywing who kicked them out angrily. Before they set off, Sunrise decided they should do a little shopping. They got Citrus a bag and Cabybara bought some dried fruit.

They flew until they arrived in the town over, SilverHills. There, Sunrise takes them to Citrus's Uncle, Sarcosuches.

Sarcosuchus refused to believe that Citrus was his nephew until he took off his hood. Then, Sarco pointed out how much he looked like his father and that they both have the same droopy ears and small eyes.

Sarco offers Citrus to live with him. Unfortunately, Citrus knows he needs to return to his other family and that Ox is still hunting him, so it's not safe to stay. Hearing her name, Sarco scowled. Just then, the two mudwings traveling with Ox busted down the door.

Sarco yelled at her to stay back, and she grinned upon his presence. They knew each other, but how?

Citrus questions this while they are cornered, and Sarco reveals that Ox is his aunt, and that's how she knew he was a hybrid. She was the reason the village knew about the hybrid egg, she was the only one of his troop against hybrids, and that hatred was strong enough to rat them out.

Will they make it out?

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I can't wait to expand these characters stories, I had fun writting this instead of sleeping.

Citrus with his frill disguise:

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