#the cutest boy

[nouverx]

Compilation of all the smol Vash that I drew 💫

All from various tumblr requests

[ryan-waddell11]

the cutest drug dealer. it’s been confirmed (by me)

[link-sans-specs]

Okay, Cheetah Girls.

GMM2572

Oldest vs. Newest Italian Restaurant Taste Test

[sucessdy]

obsessed with the way wonwoo sees a camera and just…peek a woo

[niadana]

What if…

[landonor]

@.Quadrant: LOADING...

[deansraspberrypie]

He looks so soft 🥹❤😍

📸: Andy Brown (Facebook)

Edited by me: @deansraspberrypie

🍰 Tag list: @avanatural @undisputedchick2 @jranutter @fortheloveof-jackles @kazsrm67 @muchamusedaboutnothing @breath-of-snow-and-ashes @bluedragonflylady @mrsjenniferwinchester @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men 🥧

[lavender-kills]

[sunshineandlyrics]

🥰 x

[loevhyuck]

[f1-birb]

sunshine enjoying the sunshine ☀️

via the lnfour instagram story

[ferrarifwendvale]

boyfriend

[link-sans-specs]

He's not napping- he's full of shit.

Rhett & Link

We Took a Decent Nap

BONUS BASIL LEAF: This might be the best shot of Rhett's eyes I've ever seen. Such good natural light. Ofc, Link had shades on the whole time. 🙄

[wdzday6]

Seungyoun for Cosmopolitan (3/3)

[ginervacade]

Hey there! I just got my period and I’m dying, but you always seem to have a fictional man at the ready to make me feel better. Who’ve ya got? You’re the best btw! 💗

Hey love! I would venture to debate that you’re actually the best but whatever. I’m very sorry to hear that you’re dying ( me too 🙁), but lucky for us I’ve got just the remedy. This is a fandom I’m not really even in but a character I’ve just discovered and fallen head fist for.. drumroll please……… Pavel Chekhov!!!

Warnings: periods, blood.

You can choose to take this as an SO or a friend or however you want. And I use she/her pronouns in this but not everyone who menstruates is a woman, so this can be taken as gender neutral reader!!

“ Y/N?” The young boy asks softly, looking worriedly at your slumped over form in the seat next to him.

“ Yes dear?” You curl up tighter as you turn to face him, pushing the grimace off your face to offer a weak smile you hope is convincing. It is not in fact convincing.

“ Are you alright?” His voice is soft, in both its volume and tone, adorable accent cutting through the words.

“ Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?” Your voice is weak.

“Y/N?” The boy gave you a knowing look. “ Then why are you sitting like that?”

“ It’s more comfortable.” You reply, turning away from him and continuing to work “ Hurts less” you mumble.

“ I heard that. “ he leans close lowering his voice so only you can hear, “ What hurts? I can get Dr. McCoy.”

“ No! No, I don’t need Bones. I’m used to this. I’m fine.” You reply, nearly wincing as another cramp hits.

Pavel looks puzzled “ A pain you are used to? Hmm.” Then he seems to get it and turns a bit pink “ You’ve got your monthlies. Don’t you?” His smug whisper doesn’t match the schoolboy blush tinting the bridge of his nose and cheeks.

“ I might.” You’ve developed a blush of your own. There’s a beat of silence as he watches you. “ Fine. Sometimes you’re too smart for your own good.” You cross your arms in a pout but the sudden movement allows for another bad cramp and you shut your eyes tightly for a second “But I can handle it. I need to be productive,” you reply in the most unconvincing tone there ever was.

“ I don’t see “productive”,” he says with air quotes, “ I see you curled up in a ball at your desk fighting back tears.”

“ I’m fine Pavel.” You glare at the boy and he backs down. He keeps an annoyingly close eye on you for the next few minutes. Another cramp hits especially hard and you accidentally make the tiniest sound in response.

“ Enough!” He says. He may be gentle and innocent but Pavel Chekhov is strong willed and he is a teenage boy, so when he decides he’s done watching you suffer he stands up and scoops you into his arms.

“ Pavel Chekhov you put me down right this instant!” You protest, squirming in his arms.

“ Nyet!” He proceeds to carry you out of the room and into the long corridor of the enterprise. “ We’re going to the med bay.”

“ No!!” You reply. “ Please Chekhov, I don’t need McCoy knowing, it’s bad enough you know! Just put me down and let me go work!” 

“ Nyet! We need our crew healthy and functional and your are neither right now!” The accent in his voice is strong as he’s putting his foot down.

Another bad cramp hits you. “ Fine, ok. Let’s just go to my room. I can walk.”

“ No, I am taking care of you!” He says matter of factly. He carries you all the way to your quarters. Once you unlock the door he sets you down. Since all of the rooms on board the enterprise are organized the same way he knows where your things are. He opens a drawer and pulls you out some more comfortable clothes. Handing them to you he says,“ Change. I’ll be right back.”

He walks out and you strip off your work attire. You discover a small splotch of red on the back of your pants and curse tears filling you eyes. He must have seen. Grabbing a new pair of underwear you toss your dirty things into the hamper. You change your pad/product of choice and slip into the clothes he handed you before sliding into bed.

****

Chekhov enters the med bay to find McCoy.

“ Hello Dr. McCoy.”

“ Hey kid. You ok?” Bones asks, concerned.

“ I am fine. But I need your help. Do you have a heating pad?”

“ Sure do.” Bones turns to grab it. “ This for Y/N? I noticed her looking a little rough around the edges this morning.”

“Yes Sir.” The boy replies.

“ Her period?” Bones says,completely unphased.

“ Yes Sir.” Chekhov nods, “ It’s pretty bad I think.”

“ Yeah, hers usually are, poor kid.”

“She wouldn’t let me bring her here. She didn’t want you to know. She is embarrassed.”

“ Yeah, she always is. I’ve really tried to break her of that habit. But I’m a doctor and I care about her.I already knew.”Bones shakes his head at the boy.

“ Of course sir.” Bones hands Chekhov the heating pad and a small cup of painkillers “ You better get those back to her.”

“ Yes sir.” The boy hurried out and back to you.

****

“ Knock knock.” He says as he walks back into your room.

“ Hi love.” You say, curled up in a tight ball in your bed.

“ I brought something to help you feel better.” He plugs in the heating pad and places it on your stomach and then offers the pain killers. You take them gratefully.

“ Thank you.”

“ Of course.” The two of you just sit for a moment.

“Why aren’t you getting all embarrassed about this?” You ask, “ I mean especially given your age I figured-“

“ I am not immature I guess.” He shrugs. “ You’re hurting, that’s more important anyway.” He gently squeezes your hand.

“ Do you need anything else?”

“ I’m ok” you smile, “ the heating pad is starting to help.”

“ Ok.” He replies, “Get some rest.” He turns to go.

“ Pasha wait…” you said sheepishly.

“ Hmm?” He turns around.

“ Stay with me?”

He smiles “ I can do zat.”

This may be way out of character, idk. I’m not in this fandom I just find Chekhov adorable. Hope this helps my dear anon, thank you so much for the ask!!! Feel better!💗

[house-of-slayterr]

Yall I’m so sorry, I have really bad cute agression. The first thing I would do if I saw Laddie would be to slap him and run away screaming. I want to strangle this boy… with love. Stab him… with affection! Maul him to death… with adoration.

Why the fuck he look so fucking god damn painstakingly cute? What the fuck are they feeding him? Bunnies? Kittens? I don’t understand! *unintelligible screaming*