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unholycringebirther · 1 year

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STU X GN!READER [FLUFF FANFICTION]

SUMMARY: After getting caught out in the rain on the way to your boyfriends house, he lets you use his shower while he orders some food for the both of you, he also lets you borrow some clothes, his clothes..

WARNINGS: Flustered blushing mess!Stu, MINORS DNI.

WORDS: 1.6k

A/N: Hello! Sorry for the lack of quality, I wrote this very late at night and rushed a bit because this is mainly to write a message, i’d like to thank everyone a lot for all the kind words sent my way, i’m really bad at expressing these types of emotions in real life, let alone text, so i’m really sorry about that, my social skills weren’t nurtured much so i realise i can come off strange/weird when expressing gratitude, but thank you again. ❤️

The cool evening air brushed against your skin, and as the sun started to drip down the horizon you again cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you pushed through the numb stiffness of your frozen legs to continue trekking down the sidewalk, Stu’s apartment complex like a sweet beacon of light, and more importantly, warmth.

It was still quite a walk, the tall structure peeking out over dozens of rooftops nothing more than a tease.

The air was damp, and could possibly be the reason for the wet drop that splashed against your skin, until many more started landing on you in small, cold pricks, slapping against the sidewalk as it picked up.

You sucked in a frustrated breath, glaring at the rapidly darkening sky, the clouds smothering any warmth the setting sun might’ve provided, and your deathly look seemed to only upset the sky god more, who was already frowning down at you.

“No!” You let out a small squeal when the gentle pricks became more insistent, the drops becoming more like pointed needles.

you were careful not to slip on the wet sidewalk as you took off, your shoes slipping at the mud that stained them, it was freezing, and you gave up your vain attempts to shield yourself from the down pour, wrapping your arms around your shaking body instead.

Shut windows and doors passed you by as you swiftly carried yourself down the street, the shadows of the cloud casting a grey atmosphere over each building.

With your hair and clothes thoroughly ruined, you finally slipped inside the doors of your boyfriends apartment complex, the lobby was deserted but luckily enough for you, the room and floor number was burned into your memory.

The steel of the elevator wasn’t much better than the gloomy streets, and the weak air conditioner barely made a dent in the uncomfortable wetness of your clothes, but at least you weren’t outside anymore.

You felt a little bad for the carpet as you made various wet spots, but luckily, Stu’s apartment wasn’t far from the elevator in the long stretch of the hall, and you eagerly rang the doorbell.

You were looking forward to seeing him, his presence, his energy, it never failed to make you smile, your heart always lit up at the thought of his face, those stupid finger-guns, his smile was so full of love for you it could wipe away any bad day.

Clearly, he was as eager as you were, the door clicked open the minute your finger left the doorbell, opening so hard you were afraid it’d rip off the hinges.

“[…]!” His voice sounded relieved, mirrored in his eyes until concern rippled through at the sight of you, the rigid posture you saw relax with his relief now back with a vengeance, “Ah, shit!”

“Hey, babe.” Unexpectedly, embarrassment wells up inside of you, it wasn’t like you spent hours getting ready to see your boyfriend— you’ve been together long enough to move past that faze, but as you stand there, probably looking like a drowned rat, you couldn’t help but wish you looked at least a little desirable.

“Shit, shit, you must be freezing, come in!” He ushered you inside, scrambling to close the door behind you before rushing back to you, you were carefully trying not to create a massive puddle on the floor.

“It’s not that bad.” You go for a reassuring smile, he hated seeing you in any kind of discomfort, he’s always trying to keep you as happy as possible, but the slight chatter of your teeth didn’t convince him.

“Uh, sure.” He clearly didn’t believe you, but didn’t say as much, he stopped to think for a moment, “do you want to use my shower? it’ll help warm you up.”

You wanted to say no, social conditioning making guilt rise in your stomach for bothering him despite what he says, but you were so, so cold, you couldn’t help yourself.

“That’d be great,” You smiled, a genuine one, before leaning forward and placing a kiss directly onto his cheek, “Thanks, love.”

He flushed red, and somehow, his already rigid posture seemed to only tighten itself further in embarrassment, he lets out a nervous laugh and trips over his words in a sputter, “A-Ah, er, hah—“

Deciding to take pity, for now, you made way to the bathroom, already familiar with the layout of his house, but despite this, you’ve never used the shower before, so you guess it’s a milestone in your relationship, perhaps accidentally using each others toothbrush and shouting in disgust was next.

Stripping off your wet clothes, you turned on the spray of water, setting the right temperature before stepping inside, closing the plastic curtain behind you.

The hot water feels weird against your numb skin at first, before the blissful feeling of the harsh cold starts to melt, making you sigh audibly.

The water splashing onto the tiles is loud, but the sound of the door creaking open was loud enough, quickly followed by a familiar voice, albeit a little more higher pitched, calling out, “I’m not looking! I’m just here to drop off some clothes, hahhh— fuck!—“

There’s a loud clang following the curse, and you poke your head out, careful to keep your body concealed behind the plastic curtain to see your boyfriend, flushed and covering his eyes with his hand, you didn’t doubt they were clenched tightly underneath there.

“I’m just going to leave them here!” He calls out to be heard over the stream of water, messily hanging them up on the metal rack next to the towels, “Take your time! I’m going to order dinner.”

You called out your thanks, but you weren’t sure if he heard, the door clicked shut behind him.

Gratefulness welled up in your chest, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, a flush of your own rising, carrying the same heat as the steam curling around you.

Stu was always so kind, so protective, there wasn’t a day that went by where he wasn’t caring about you, giving you anything and everything to keep you happy, joy glowing in his own eyes when they gazed upon your smile.

You wanted to return the favour— you’d give him anything to make sure that grin never left his face, even if you could give him the world, you don’t think anything could ever really be enough.

Turning off the water, you stepped out the shower and plucked a towel off the rack, drying yourself and taking a few more minutes to bask in the steamy, warm room.

You couldn’t recall a time where you’ve ever spent the night, so naturally you haven’t fallen into the habit of keeping your own clothes around.

The hoodie you slip on isn’t your own, not only because it faintly smells of Stu, but because the large ‘K-ON!’ written in bold red letters with a yellow outline isn’t a title you’re familiar with

The shorts are defiantly yours, you briefly remember lending them to your boyfriend after he spilled coke all over his, you’re surprised he kept them.

The hoodie hangs long enough to cover the shorts, and you bask in the softness before finally stepping out the bathroom, the smell of pizza wafting into your nose drawing you closer to the living room.

Stu is fussing around the couch, sporting his own pyjamas while laying pillows and blankets strategically, he must’ve heard you, because his head perked up with a smile on his lips.

He turned beet-red, flushed harder than any hot shower could manage.

The flash of self-consciousness at the doorway withered, turning to dust and blowing away in the wind at how he looked at you, despite how hot he was getting, nothing about the way he looked at you felt objectifying or dirty.

It was the look a man might’ve given to a painting, staring at it to try and saviour each and every detail, appreciating every stroke, every colour.

“Ah, you— er,” he stuttered, his eyes never leaving you, the rush of your blush was followed by a small blast of almost flirty confidence, “Y-You.. look hah- n-nice, r-really nice!—“

You laugh, skipping over to join him on the couch, you plopped down, adjusting the blankets around yourself, and the couch sinks as Stu follows suit next to you.

You can see him pointedly trying not to look at you, sitting almost awkwardly as his eyes betray him and flicker towards your form, his face almost cherry red with his smouldering embarrassment, and well.. his ‘other’ feeling.

Shifting closer, you tug needily at him until he glides down with you, resting comfortable on your chest with his head close to burying in your neck, the blankets looking around you in a nest of coziness.

You can feel the warmth on his face, and despite his obvious embarrassment at his outwardly reaction he doesn’t hide his face in your neck.

His eyes are filled with something soft, something adoring as he stares at you, like he can’t truly believe he’s here, here with you, safe and warm, love sweeting the air in the room.

And really, he couldn’t believe it, that somebody like you would choose him, he thanks his lucky star everyday that you chose him, he’s vowed to spent everyday re-paying you for that for as-long as you’ll have him.

And you don’t intent to ever let him go for as much as he’ll allow, which clocks in at about forever, you don’t want to let him go, and you’ll cling to him like he will to you, he doesn’t want to leave you, ever.

An eternity in your arms is an eternity well spent, as far as he’s concerned.

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improbable-outset · 1 year

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𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞

Stu x gn!Reader

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.0k

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: SMUT, oral sex (m receiving), brief hand job, established relationship. MINORS DNI 🔞🔞🔞

𝐀/𝐍: So, some people have already seen this on my AO3, but I’ve decided to cross-post it here too. As mentioned before, I kept readers gender and genitals as neutral as I could. I don’t have a MDHM Masterlist for my fics. I’m too lazy to create one now. I am planning on writing an Alan smut eventually tho, so keep and eyes out for that 👀 .

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your kisses were just as intoxicating and fiery as the alcohol he would consume, if not better. Though, he’d much rather get drunk off of the former than a warm bottle of beer on another mundane night without your presence, any day.

For someone who has had a dull social life in school, Stu did not expect his life to be filled with sporadic surprises. Like the time when he went hunting for bugs in the field and a butterfly landed on his hand in elementary school or when he ditched his school prom just before they were announcing prom king and queen to go fuck around in the woods - while still wearing his tux, because you know, he knew he wasn’t going to be picked anyways. But none of those things would've happened if it wasn’t for you. It was your idea to skip prom and he couldn’t really imagine doing it with anyone else. It didn’t take long for him to realise that all of those unexpected moments were with you in it. You were the beacon to his memorable moments that he would treasure forever. He knew that things would never be boring with you being there.

However, just like everything else in life, all good things had to come to an end. After you graduated high school, you never got in touch like you used to. College life was getting to you both and you were busy with your own things. It was like the spark had left with you after you separated your own ways; everything in Stu’s life seemed to be monotonous again - everyday just felt the same. He never had that special relationship with anyone else like he had with you. For a while, Stu’s idea of ‘fun’ was drowning himself in a heavy load of drinks on a Friday night after a long intense week, either alone or at a frat party and numbing himself until he passed out. It would’ve still felt like the room was empty to him both ways.

And as sad as it sounded, he accepted that he’d never see you again and experience that rare feeling of excitement with anyone. He was proven wrong when he bumped into you in the local park. You couldn’t really blame him for how ecstatic he was when you willingly wanted to catch up with everything. He noticed the subtle changes from you the more you spend time together. You were a little more mature than the last time he saw you; it was probably from college shaping you to be that way, which was pretty much inevitable. But you still carried that spontaneous ambience that he adored and he was glad that wasn’t taken away from you.

Just like a flip of a switch, his world was vibrant again with the occasional motives with you, just like how it used to be. But with everything that has happened and all those unexpected link ups, nothing would’ve anticipated him to the events that lead you in his bedroom, on his lap with your legs wrapped around his waist and passionately kissing him like a desperate puppy. He could feel your lips curl upwards into a smile while still being pressed onto his own - obviously you were enjoying being on top of him like this. He had to mentally slap himself several times to make sure that this wasn’t all just a fever dream. The furthest he has ever done anything with anyone were drunk make outs in a few college parties. His mind was clouded then and he could barely register his surroundings so he didn’t really feel the heat. But this time, he was fully sober and aware of everything that was going on around him and on God, it was incredible. He didn’t have to worry about other party people watching either. It was just you all to himself.

Of course, with the perpetual bonding between the two of you, there was bound to be something new to erupt which was enough for Stu’s delicate heart to be filled with fondness and almost explode. It was hard to tell if you noticed how you would be physically closer to the point that your hands brush against each other while you walked. However, Stu noticed it all and he couldn’t help feeling more alert and nervous with you around, especially when you were near or when you would give him an innocent hug and his body would subconsciously stiffen. It might be because he was developing feelings for you and wanted to emotionally invest into something more. But soon one thing led to another which followed him into finally confessing, stumbling over his words from being utterly infatuated by you and spilling out how much you mean to him and how you’ve made his life brighter.

And now you were here in his bedroom, about to share a beautiful intimate moment for the first time together. You hands gripped onto the back of his head with your fingers laced through his matted hair, trying to steady yourself. Stu couldn’t help the whimper that was forced out of his throat as you sucked on his bottom lip before pulling away from the kiss. You looked down with a flash of arousal that reflected off of your eyes. Your lips were slightly wet from the kiss you just shared too. Stu probably looked like a mess himself despite the fact that you barely even did anything yet. You helped him remove his shirt and disregarded it elsewhere, revealing his slightly squishy stomach and bare chest.

“Are you alright? Do you want to continue?” You asked, clearly seeing how apprehensive he was all of a sudden with his torso now exposed.

“Yeah…Sorry I’ve just never done this before so this is all new to me,” he couldn’t help the stutter that slipped as he spoke, cursing himself internally from how nervous he was behaving. Why would you want to have sex with a man that was this nervous? This was supposed to be more steamy and stimulating. His restlessness and overthinking quickly melted away when he saw you giving him a reassuring smile.

“That’s alright, we’ll take this slow, okay? Do you want me to take the lead?”

“Please…” As much as he wanted to please you, Stu couldn’t trust himself to take control just yet, especially when he knew how sensitive he was.

“Okay. Now relax for me sweetheart and let me do the work,” The nickname was enough to put him on chokehold and consume him entirely. He did as he was told - he relaxed his shoulder and exhaled and allowed you to do what you wanted to do. He knew he was safe under your control and you wouldn’t hurt him. You peppered his face with kisses which soon trailed down his jaw and then his neck. Fuck, who knew the neck was this sensitive to kisses? He felt himself shiver as you sucked on the skin around the neck and collar bone.

“Are you wearing cologne?” Ah, of course you would notice that.

“Erm yeah, it’s mostly around my neck. Sorry…is it bothering you?”

“Not at all, I did taste it a little while biting your neck. It’s no big deal though. It smells good by the way. Not too strong, you definitely should wear it more often.” You suggested with a smile. How were you so good at this? He could feel his cheeks heat up pretty quickly just from your single compliment. You continued with your work and kissed around his chest, just where his heart was. The throbbing heartbeat under his ribcage was strong and embarrassingly rapid, he was sure you could feel it too with your lips just lingering there. Your touches felt like heated flames licking his skin and slowly engulfing him into an inferno of love that he was willing to sink himself into. He definitely felt some heat firing in his chest and it wasn’t from a heart burn, for sure.

His head was so wrapped around you and your touches, he didn’t notice you were on your knees and tugging at his pants. He got up from the bed and helped you pull them down leaving the boxers remaining first and heard you let out a stifled moan when you saw the bulge under the fabric, hard and heavy. You fumbled with the boxers until finally, you pulled his boxer with his cock springing out.

“Holy fuck-” he hissed, feeling the sudden cold atmosphere hit the sensitive skin that has been trapped under the warmth of his pants. He shuffled and kicked off both his pants and boxers once they both pooled around his ankle and sat back on the bed again, his cock twitching with anticipation and impatience. He shivered again when one of your hands wrapped around his cock and slowly started pumping, rubbing every fiber of the skin with your gentle hands. Your thumb swept over the head of his cock and wiped away the pre-cum that was already leaking from the tip. He watched as you took his dick in your mouth effortlessly, but he couldn’t keep his focus any longer with his vision blurring from the sudden bliss and feeling your mouth and throat mold into his length.

If this was enough to get him to fall apart, how would he be once he was finally inside you? Your eyes were locked onto his expression while sucking on his poor touched-starved cock. Stu, on the other hand, couldn’t remain in eye contact as they rolled up and allowed himself to just feel everything that was happening to him. His breathing became shallow with his canines digging into his lower lips to suppress himself from being too loud. And if that wasn’t enough, he could already feel his release crawling upto him. But just at the last minute when he was going to let it all out, you pulled yourself away, his cock was now coated in your saliva.

“Why… Why did you stop?” He stuttered at the sudden halt, his cock twitched from the sudden lack of attention.

“Sorry, I didn’t want you to come just yet. Hold on let me just-” you shifted yourself up and removed your own clothes quickly before setting yourself down on his lap again. Stu couldn’t help but stare at your nude form and swallow the lump that was growing in his throat. You’ve known you pretty much your whole lives and it’s only until now he’s got to see you in a vulnerable and intimate position. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a little overwhelming and… hot.

“Go on, touch me Stu,” Well shit… He has been staring for too long. He lifted his hands and ran them up your sides and then up to your breasts. Something awakened in him when he heard a groan pass your lips as he grazed over your nipples, putting light pressure on the hardened buds. There was a sense of pride knowing that he was the cause of that minimal pleasure you just received from his hands, even if it was only for a second. But he was still reluctant on taking over. His hands were still on you when you leaned in to kiss him again, now running down your back and feeling the goosebumps erecting on the surface of your skin. There was that salty taste of himself from your mouth that rolled on your tongue, even though he didn’t come in your mouth. It must’ve be from the pre-cum that was already leaking. Your kisses were just as intoxicating and fiery as the alcohol he would consume, if not better. Though, he’d much rather get drunk off of this than a warm bottle of beer on another mundane night without your presence, any day.

“Your skin feels really smooth,” he murmured after pulling away from the kiss, completely mesmerised and enchanted by you from watching how your body just moved with grace.

“Thank you sweets, now could you lay down for me?” He did as you told and laid down on his back with his head resting on the pillows (including his Miku pillow in the corner of the bed that was watching the scene unfold). His cock was still erected and it twitched desperately. You shuffled yourself on top of him with your dripping sex just hovering over his tip.

“I’m going to put it in, okay?” You said before slowly sink yourself into him, letting his dick penetrate through your heated hole. It was a little easier to push him in with your saliva that was still coated around it. Your walls opened up for him, caressing every inch the deeper he reached. Once he was all the way in, you were still for a moment, letting your walls accommodate and shape into his length. Stu felt like he was going to pass out right there from how tight and small you felt around him.

“Are you okay there?” He could only nod in response. Though he couldn’t form a coherent sentence at the sudden surge of ecstasy that ran through his blood stream, his heart still swelled in his chest at your consistent reassurance and checking on him. What the hell did he do to deserve you? His hands gripped onto the sheets besides him but you guided them onto your hips and he let it remain there.

“I want you to keep hold of me while you’re fucking me okay, I’m going to start moving now,”

“Yes please,” his voice sounded foreign, he didn’t recognise it came from his own throat at first.

You lifted yourself up only to slam down on his balls again and you continued to do that while grinding your hips. The bed seemed to rock from your movement and shift in weight. Never would he have thought he’d see the day where he would hear his bed creak from your lewd action, riding his dick like this. It was a gorgeous sight. You were a gorgeous sight. He would fantasise about you in his dream like this, but experiencing it in real life was almost dizzying.

He was lost in a hazy trance feeling the squishy friction of your walls that only milked moans and desperate praises from him.

“Holy fuck you feel so good, don’t stop please don’t stop,” he whined. Blood could be heard rushing in his ears and every pulse in his system was throbbing, mostly from his cock. He tightened his grip on your hips, letting himself be drowned with pleasure with all cautions flying out the window. He could feel his peak again growing closer and closer the more you moved your hips with your walls squeezing his cock so perfectly. Well shit, that was quick. He turned his head to hide his face and muffle his moans again with the pillow below him, but you weren’t having it this time. You lifted his chin and turned his head to face you.

“Look at me,” you said a little breathlessly, yet still plastered with the same smile. You seemed to recognise that he was on the edge of glory which only made you grind your hips faster. “That’s it sweetheart, mmfh that’s it. Let it out for me,” your words coaxed him further and he was in no position to deny you - not that he even wanted to anyways. You wanted him to come inside you and he was willing to fulfill your wishes. His mind was stripped away with every thought and doubts and was now clouded with you and everything about you. Not just your body and how it felt good being inside it but all the things he loved about you, how kind and patient you were with him and how beautiful you were sculpted. A burst of stars exploded behind his eyelids and his balls tightened suddenly. All of it was finally released when he let out a cry of your name, feeling ropes and ropes of jizz filling inside of you, even your hips stuttered from the strong climax. His throat was dry from heavy breathlessness and the sheets beneath him were damp from his excess sweat. You seemed to be the first to recover from your high when you pulled yourself away from him and settled yourself on the bed beside him.

“Come here Stu, you did well,” Stu managed to feel his own composure seep through his form before he shuffled closer to you and nuzzled his face into your neck. “How do you feel?” He felt your throat vibrate a little as you spoke.

“That was…incredible. Holy shit, I feel amazing,” his hot breath brushed against your neck, still a trying to fill his lungs with more oxygen. The smell of sweat and fresh sex filled the room and his nostrils.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. You know I’ve never seen you so nervous like that since prom night,” he felt you wrap your arms tighter around him. “Speaking of prom, has anyone ever told you that you look really good in a suit?”

“Not until now, other than my mom,” he sighed at the memory, still being able to recall how his mom gushed about how handsome he looked and insisted on taking a picture. “You looked good too by the way, like really good. I mean, not that you don’t always look good, I’ve been wanting to tell you that night and kinda regretted not saying anything,” Obviously, you looked more than just good. You were stunning and outshined the other students and Stu couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were already gorgeous but seeing you all pampered up like that just seemed to enhance everything and took his breath away.

“Thank you, I almost ruined it when we went to the woods afterwards though. It got stuck in a branch,”

“I remember that,”

“Yeah… I’m pretty sure I still have that outfit somewhere in my closet. I never got rid of it,” Stu made a mental note to ask you next time to wear that outfit one day on your next date. You stroked his hair, lightly scratching on the scalp. Everything felt peaceful in the comfortable silence. Stu could hear the pulse in his ear slowly calming down again but his heart was still going haywire with how close you were and how you enveloped him nicely.

“Do you want to get something to eat afterwards? How does sushi sound?” You whispered, almost afraid to break the peacefulness in the room.

“I think I’d like that��” he replied back just as quiet. It was safe to say that you were the best thing that has ever happened to him.

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eclipsa-paint · 1 year

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En: It gave me a lot of tenderness how I drew them 😊

Es: me dio mucha ternura como los dibujé 😊

#my dear hatchet man #my dear hatchet man oc #my dear hatchet man stu #my dear hatchet man game #my dear hatchet man fanart #mydearhatchetman #mydearhatchetmanoc #mdhm game #mdhm #mdhm stu #mdhm oc #fanart #stu

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monoshii-wasu · 1 year

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Tried my hand at drawing Stu

Reference sprite by gnome, @hatchetmanofficial

#digital art #mdhm yn #mdhm stu #my dear hatchet man #my dear hatchet man Stu #fair warning for the peeps that don’t know dis visual game #is dat dis is a yandere game #also for no kiddies so please respect the creators wishes #my new hyperfixation #oc #oc: mavi #oc: mavi wasu

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spicyhedgehogpotato · 1 year

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Alright alright big stretch but I’m a nerd okay? But here’s an idea.. how about **Star Wars**

Stu is Jedi in training

Erika is a Jedi

Alan is on the dark side working for the dark lord

>:3

#MDHM #my dear hatchet man alan #my dear hatchet man erika #my dear hatchet man stu #star wars #mdhm mc #mdhm au

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flavorcrash · 1 year

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i love these two idiots

#mdhm stu #mdhm #my dear hatchet man stu #my dear hatchet man

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rickert696 · 1 year

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#my dear hatchet man art #my dear hatchet man fanart #my dear hatchet man #mdhm game #mdhm fanart #mdhm art #mdhm stu #my dear hatchet man stu #mdhm

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mydearlira · 1 year

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! >v< Stu is having his Valentine's manga fantasy xP well... at least a part of it could become true uvu Also yes! Lira made chocolate for him ♥ ♥ ♥ (Based in the fact I know how to make chocolate sjdaskdjl uvu)

#My Dear Hatchet Man #MDHM #Fanart #Stu #My Dear Hatchet Man Stu #YN sona #YN #Lira #Valentines day

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im-someone-0w0 · 1 year

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check out my twitter so u can see the rest of this pic: https://twitter.com/ImSomeone0w0

#my dear hatchet man #mdhm #mdhm mc #mdhm stu #mdhm fanart #my dear hatchet man mc #my dear hatchet man stu

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unholycringebirther · 1 year

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STU CASSIDY X GN!READER [ANGST/FLUFF FANFICTION]

SUMMARY: You and your boyfriend go for a date at the park, celebrating the lovely spring, but Stu starts feeling a little jealous and insecure when you get stopped by an old acquaintance.

WARNINGS: insecurities, nosy woman, MINORS DNI

WORDS: 2.2k

A/N: Writing late at night is similar to Christmas in a way, you wake up not knowing what to expect, sometimes you get absolute gold but sometimes you wake up with hot garbage.

and before anyone asks, the burrito part was inspired by quieteeks comic of Stu eating a burrito, and yes, that order is my real friends order, I think its gross, but what do you all think?

The sip of your milkshake is cool against your tongue, contrasting heavily against the heat of the sun beating above you.

There’s a light energy to the gentle breeze, the park is vibrant in the springtime glow, flowers thriving around the small playgrounds that children run around wildly, looked after by their tired, exasperated parents.

You lean back against the bench, just soaking it in, the pleasant warmth settling deep in your bones as a smile tugs at your lips.

“[…]!” Perking up at the familiar voice, you turn your head to see your boyfriend making his way towards you, a grin gracing his own features as he holds up the bag of food.

“Stu!” You call out to him, moving over to the side from where you were lounging on the bench like a lazy cat in the sun, clearing enough space to let Stu move down next to you.

“Sorry for taking so long, the line was insane.” His smile turns a little more forced, and you could see the flashback behind his eyes, “There was a woman holding everyone up by complaining about too much ketchup..”

He shakes it off, holding up the bag and shaking it temptingly before finally opening it up and pulling out the delicious, steaming food, “I got your favourite!”

Eagerly snatching it out of his hands, you unwrapped the glorious meal before pausing for a second, “You remembered my order?”

He turns a touch more flustered, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes slided to the side, a minor flush rising on his skin, “W-Well yeah! You liked it so much, I figured I should remember it for next time..”

Leaning forward slightly, you’re ready to tease him to hopefully redden his skin until it was hotter than the sun above.

But then you caught sight— and more importantly, the smell of his order, and your mouth, opened for a teasing comment, was left hanging in almost disgust.

It was an unholy sight, a burrito filled to the brim with some of the oddest combinations, pork and beef mixed with melted cheese, beans almost spilling out as it mingles with what looks like barbecue sauce.

“Stu,” you finally found your tongue, you could see his confused but curious face in your peripheral but you couldn’t take your eyes off the monstrosity, “What on Gaia’s green earth is that.“

He followed your eyes to the burrito, but instead of disgust plaguing those irises, they seem to only roam over the exposed top hungrily, “uh, my order?”

You’ve both had a few jokes, pranks and whatnot pulled in good fun, and you normally would assume he just ordered something gross of purpose for shits and giggles, intent on throwing it out, but instead, he took a hefty, indulgent bite.

With a shriek, you tried to scurry as far away from him as you could on the small bench, “Stu, ew!”

“What?” his mouth was full with the abomination, his cheeks puffed up like a squirrel, and you knew that this wasn’t a joke anymore, he ate it, and he enjoyed it. “It’s ‘scho good!”

You can’t believe you’ve kissed this man on the mouth, the same mouth he just made contact with that thing.

“That’s the most vile thing I’ve ever seen.” You went on, completely aware of the horrified look your boyfriend gave towards you, he looked like you just kicked a puppy, like you just said something truely offensive, “There is something seriously wrong with you.”

“How, dare you.” He cradled the burrito close to him, narrowly avoiding staining his blue shirt, “you’d blaspheme me and my burrito?!”

“Yes,” you don’t miss a beat, wrinkling your nose and keeping your eyes on him judgementally as you finally take a bite of your own food, he keeps the glares mutual, and you swear you hear him murmuring to the food comfortingly.

Despite the numerous stink eyes you give each other, gaining in dramatics as you make your way through the food, comfortable in the silence that settles around you.

It was always like that with Stu, ever since you met, you never felt pressured to talk or fill in the silence.

It was nice, it was like you just understood each other, with a single look or touch, like a string of connection made your emotions travel down towards the other, wrapped around the other in a constant reminder of your love, your understanding.

Using his free hand, Stu reached out, resting it comfortably over where yours laid limp against the bench.

And there it was, warmer than the sun, than the steam coming from your food, the love that suffocated the connection between the both of you, contentment mixed with adoration making for an intoxicating cocktail of affection.

His eyes drooped with the sweet, thick honey of his love, he didn’t bother to hide the hearts burning in those eyes where they lingered on you, it always lingered on you, he wouldn’t make heart-eyes at anyone else.

He can’t make heart eyes at anyone else.

“[…]!” The slightly familiar, sweet voice called out from behind you, turning your head, your eyes meet a younger woman who tickles the back of your memory, her long braid swishing behind her as she makes way towards you.

She’s tall, carrying a slightly plumper frame that’s framed flatteringly by her floral blouse, the mom-like jeans its tucked into fitting for the energy she gives off, mature and motherly.

With the black hair lazily tucked into a braid and hazel eyes carrying a maturity that you haven’t seen in someone with her known youth, you could easily see how she could be mistaken for older than she actually is.

“..Devin?” You really hope you were right, you doubted you were mistaken, but there was always a chance.

You wouldn’t go as far as to call her an old friend, more like an acquaintance, she’s the roommate of someone you used to know, and you weren’t particularly close to them either.

“Ah, I knew I was right!” The woman finally made it towards the bench, and you stood up when she opened her arms for a hug, reciprocating the movement, “how’ve you been, sweetheart?”

When she pulled back, she kept her warm hand braced against your shoulders, rubbing her thumb on your left.

One thing you learned quickly about Devin was how friendly she was, specifically, expressing that through much touching, you used to enjoy that a lot despite her not really understanding boundaries all that well.

You used to have the smallest crush on the woman— like you said, you weren’t close so it never really developed into anything, it was a simple appreciation of her apparent attractiveness, something you’d slurred to Stu while you two were drunkenly talking about crushes that didn’t work out.

Speaking of Stu, he’d gone quiet watching the exchange, with a few rushed affirmations of your life going well, Devin goading you for more details, you managed to pluck at your boyfriend, trying to include him.

“Ah— yes, I do have a boyfriend,” her barrage of questions halted, and you beckoned Stu to stand up, and he did, albeit a but more stiffly than usual, “Stu, Devin, Devin, Stu.”

“Hello there, Stu! I really hope you’re treating them well, they really are a sweetheart.” Devin feigned a stern expression, wagging her finger at him.

“Of course,” his voice is a little off, quieter than normal, lacking that regular energy that tied into the expressive facial and hand motions he’d make, instead, his hand only groped around for yours.

Your eyes flickered towards him, his posture was more slouched than usual, except it wasn’t out of relaxedness, he seemed to tighten and curl in on himself.

Momentarily forgetting about the bright sunflower of a woman in-front of you, your mouth opens to ask your boyfriend what the matter was.

“Anyways, hows your job going?” Her tone is light as her attention shifts back to you, and her pure, unfiltered warmth only draws you in, and strangely, you can’t find yourself able to deny her any information, like a mother poking you for details at the end of a school day.

You pretty much give her a run-through of most of your life, narrowly dodging the topics you weren’t.. interested in sharing with someone you don’t know that well, again, she wasn’t well versed in boundaries.

“Ah, well, enough about me!” You were running out of things you felt comfortable saying, so you started before she could get another question in, “How’s Persephone? Are you guys still rooming?”

“Ah— oh no, Persephone!” She started, before her face dropped, she looked down at her tote bag as she seemed to realise something, “Sorry, sweetheart, I need to get going!”

She rushed off, the sweet smell of fresh bread wafting from her open tote as she passed by you in a hurry.

You turned to your boyfriend, intent of huffing comedically at the interview that felt more like an interrogation, but paused at the sight of him, he was even more curled in on himself, his arms crossed with a scowl that appears more like a pout than anything.

Guilt makes your stomach turn, he might’ve felt left out of the conversation, Devins all consuming presence blocking out anything else.

“Stu?” You shift closer to him, and bring his hand, tightly gripping yours, up to your chest apologetically, “Sorry for that, I know Devin can be, well, intense, but you have me all to yourself now—“

“Do you think im attractive?” The question bubbles out of his mouth, clearly unintentional by the face he pulls, but he doesn’t make any effort to cover it up, his eyes sliding away from yours.

“What’re you talking about?” You were surprised, you thought your boyfriend was one of the most beautiful people you ever met, perhaps you haven’t to,d him that enough, but you just assumed he already knew that.

“It’s just.. its not that I don’t trust you! I do!” He sputtered out quickly, grasping for words, you gave him a moment to collect his thoughts, “I know you used to have a crush on her.,”

You wanted to object, to tell him that you loved him more than any silly little crush, but you knew he needed to speak, if you cut him off now, he could just clam back up and pretend everything’s alright, hiding his insecurity behind a smile and those stupid finger-guns you love so much.

“You told me you thought she was attractive,” he started again, still refusing to make eye contact with you, but his hand gripped in yours only tightens, “and uh, that you wanted her to step on you I think you said?“

You can’t help the startled, embarrassed chuckle you let out, when you got intoxicated you tented to let out some less than proper lines, some true and some not.

“I know im not the tallest, and she is, and I can see why you’d like that about her.” He used his other hand to rub at his neck, shame burning in his eyes, old insecurities stemming out of something new, “I’m sorry, its dumb.”

“Stu,” your heart ached, he was always insecure about his height and it was something you despised, you wanted to wipe away all his insecurities until he saw himself as you did him, until he thought of himself in the same manner you constantly thought about him.

He never asked you to change, no, he loved every inch of you, your body and your soul were perfect to him, and he didn’t want pure perfection to change, he loved everything you were, are and will be because its you.

“I don’t care about something as silly as height, it doesn’t matter,” you started, and he didn’t open his mouth to comment, he’d never interrupt you, “I love you so much, which means I love how you look just as much.”

“You’re perfect to me, I love your hair, your smile, your eyes,” you pressed kisses all over his face, and you could feel the way it heated up underneath your lips, embarrassment mixed with flustered gratefulness, “You’re so handsome, I don’t think I’ve told you that enough, will you let me make it up to you?”

“[…]..” he was flushed, but you could see the dopey smile on his face even as he tried to bite his lip to hide it, you just kissed him there until he finally gave up, letting it spread onto his features.

“Come on, lets get home before it gets too cold.” You didn’t let go of his hand, letting it stay between the both of you as you gathered the trash, dropping it in their designated bins.

There really was a steadily building chill to the breeze, parents and children packing up their own belongings to return home, the sinking sun losing its touch of warmth as it melts into the horizon.

But you hardly noticed, you felt that connection again, the string beating where your hands joined.

You didn’t wipe away all his insecurities, as much as it pains you to admit, you cold feel the coldness of fear, inferiority still lingering deep inside of him, but you were sure he could feel yours too.

It was pushed back by the warmth, the smouldering love shared between the both of you, he rubbed his thumb over your hand, and for a moment, you could forget, and so could he.

It didn’t matter, because to each other, neither needed to change.

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