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Sweet like Cherry – Chapter 4

Miles Quaritch x female human reader

Words: 6.2k

Summary: Miles has a secret admirer and apparently, she has a thing for photography.

Warnings: explicit smut, Miles pov, conflicted emotions, dirty talk, praise & degradation, rough oral (m receiving), thigh fucking, begging, virgin reader, obsession, authority kink, power play, corruption kink, brief mentions of blood from biting, (angst?)

Notes: this took me forever and idek if I like it or not🧍🏻‍♀️

Good has always pined for evil.

Ironic, because Quaritch knows what being good meant. Or, what being a good soldier meant. He couldn't tell when exactly this happened, but the knowledge came and stayed. He killed people. Of course, when there's an attack you fight back. He killed people on command, too. Sure, there are superiors who sit higher and see farther and they get the whole picture, so no command is mindless or unjustified.

Being a good soldier meant turning your common sense the fuck off, and following commands not doubting it for a second. Not thinking about why you attack instead of fighting back, or what is the reasoning behind missions involving sudden and bloody invasions. At one point, he also became said superior himself. Gave the commands to kill. Had blood on his hands without staining them, because those weren’t actually his hands that did it.

A good soldier is a thoughtless machine, and there is some fucked up irony in not using actual machines instead of human sources in military, he thinks. They want you to be a robot, but they need you to be a human. Or whatever is close to a human. Funny, now that he thinks about it.

He didn't think that working for Ardmore was much better or more sensible than being in the U.S. Army, or even working for Parker. The only difference was wielding more information. Not that he was sure that she shared everything she knew.

So in the end, he’s a good soldier, but that ultimately makes him a bad person. Not if you would ask him, no, there’s not even a spark of regret inside him. But to people like you, to you he must’ve been the devil himself.

And you know how that saying goes? Opposite attracts. And now Quaritch wonders, what does that make you? His antithesis in every way? Yes and no.

Because, turns out, sweet Cherry is everything Miles parents had tried to condition him to want in a person when he was young. A good person.

You’re driven to succeed, he thinks, every time he so coincidentally walks past the labs and you’re there, always working, day and night it seems, not so different from himself. You’re clean, he muses whenever he sees you in ironed clothes, seams sharp and not a hair out of place. You’re polite, he's reminded every time you drop "sir" and "ma'am" like it's second nature to you. You’re overly respectful, he realizes, always watching the way your spine straightens and gaze drops to your shoes whenever a person of authority steps into your space. And you’re pure, he knows it, innocent enough that his strictly christian mother would’ve approved of you, and yet, behind that façade, you’re not so innocent as it seems. So much so, that his father would’ve given him a proud clasp on the shoulder, murmuring something inappropriate while handing him a beer that would remind him why he’s never bought any women home to meet his parents. You care for others, for your environment. You’re empathic. And you’re good, in any way that matters.

And he hates it.

He hates the fact you’re everything he wants in a person, when he really shouldn’t. Because Miles fucking Quaritch, fifthy years of age, should not fool around with such a young little thing in her twenties, fragile like porcelain and pure like a flower that grew under a glass dome. Too naïve to even realize what you’re getting yourself into. It’s not like Miles has ever cared about the wrongs and rights in life, let alone what’s morally correct. But there’s something about you that makes him… hesitate.

In the grand scale of how much things in his life had changed recently, the Polaroids were just a detail. But he found himself attached to them like he’s never been attached to anything. Found himself holding the comically small photos in his big, blue hands every night like they’re a treasure.

It still shocks him to think that this is the same woman that he had met around a month ago. Pure little cherry. He scoffs because the thought of your shaking frame, big innocent eyes not able to meet his gaze, while nervously fiddling with your lab coat, is the same one he’s looking at right now on said Polaroids. It’s ridiculous.

Shocks him more that he likes this version of you way more than he would ever openly admit. That he wishes you would’ve captured your rosy cheeks on those photos, the way you blush and tremble and shy away. How you stutter when he makes you nervous. How your breath hitches. Wishes you would include videos next time, of you begging, calling him sir, saying please, please, please may I come? So sweet, it makes his teeth rot.

He wants to watch these soft lips moving as they say all those filthy words, with that tone in your voice like it’s the first time you’ve ever said them out loud.

Staring at those plush thighs as their spread wide open on your bed, Miles realizes he never wanted to dig his teeth into something more. There’s this desire to bite you, to mark you. Somewhere, it didn’t matter, just as long as he could see it. He wants to nip at your inner thigh, or maybe your bottom lip, your throat, your cute little ass. Wants to bite and suck and kiss until it bleeds and then gently, lovingly lick away the blood, simply because he knows you would allow him to do this. Because he likes the taste of you. Because he knows it would undoubtedly make you more wet. Because it would cause your snug little pussy to hug him even tighter.

Lately, these thoughts have become a vicious circle he can’t seem to break out of. Because no matter the scenario that plays in his head, all his thoughts ultimately lead to the image of him sinking his cock into your tight little hole. Something he doubts is even physically possible, starting from the difference in size between you and him. And there’s also this tiny issue, the fact that you’ve never actually done it before. That no one has ever popped your little cherry.

But it’s an ache he has, to pin you down and make you scream his name from the top of your lungs, let all of bridgehead hear who’s pounding your cute human pussy.

And that’s really the problem, isn’t it? You’re a human. Small, tiny, fragile human. And he’s not– not anymore. What a fucked up joke from the universe, huh? Not the price he expected to pay when he signed up for the phoenix program, when he decided to direct his whole life to becoming a damn good soldier.

But there were things that did help to numb that ache, besides staring at your Polaroids, receiving new ones every couple of days to which he jerked off until his cock felt raw and hypersensitive.

Quaritch was working: doing his job, going on missions, working overtime, crawling into Ardmores ass to exchange informations, forcing his mind to block out every other thought, occupy it with what others would describe as an obsession with finding Sully. But also going to the gym and exercising with the Squad until black spots blocked his view.

Though no matter how hard he tried, that ache never really disappeared. So he decided that it was time to finally do something about this, even if it was just a temporary relief that didn’t include his own hands. Not when yours could work perfectly fine, too.

It’s been a while since he had last seen you, Quaritch realizes as he walks past the labs to find them empty.

Considering the time, it’s not unusual to find them empty, so he goes straight to your room. He doesn’t even know why, doesn’t know why it bothers him so much that you’re not opening the door, that he can’t find you in the cafeteria either, why he doesn’t just take a cold shower and go to bed, why he couldn’t sleep even if he tried. Miles doesn’t know why. It’s not like he can just bend you over and truly ruin you, stain your purity forever once he’s found you. Fuck you long and hard and good and let that fire inside him cool off for a good while.

He wants to, yeah sure, but he can’t. And he doesn’t know why it drives him so insane.

Apart from the whole logistics of being almost three times the size of you, Miles has never been one to fuck around with women like you. Women, that don’t know what they’re doing. He doesn’t know why it makes him feel the way it does when you act all shy, trembling limbs and teary eyes when he touches you, greedily asking for more because it feels new and good so you just can’t help but beg for it– for him.

He’s not a teacher for fucks sake, he just wants to fuck. Release some stress. He wants to feel good, get a pretty girl on her knees after a long day at work and then make her ride him like she’s good for nothing else. Miles doesn’t want to show you how it’s done, to waste his time teaching you what most freshly eighteen year olds already know. Not his fault you’re such a social butterfly, sticking your nose into books and studying weird plants and what not, rather than to go out, get drunk and get laid. Fucking hell, who even are you to put such a pressure on him?

But god damn, don’t you look like a tasty little treat, running on that treadmill, with that absolute peach of an ass stuffed into a pair of sport tights that hug your curves just right.

Quaritch can’t help but watch once he’s finally found you. And he has a phenomenal view, leaning against the door frame of the common gym, arms crossed over his chest while his eyes scan you up and down.

Instead of cursing you for not spreading your legs for any other guy to spare him of the misery he was now trapped in, he dedicated his mindspace to mapping out all of the dips and curves of your body. The way your breasts bounced with every step, chest heaving, the flex of your thighs and the sweat beading at your temples.

The distant sound of music reached his ear, as he stood there in the doorway. Your headphones ensuring that no thoughts had any chance to form in your head, drowning out the silence of the gym at night.

With a scoff, Quaritch then finally decides to walk over to you. There’s a prickling feeling under his skin as he approaches you, still oblivious that you weren’t alone anymore, up until to the point where he pulls on the cords of your headphones and the music suddenly stops.

"Didn’t count you as a little gym bunny", he says, grinning. His fangs poke out from under his lip as he watches your eyes widen, immediately hitting the stop button to make the treadmill come to an halt.

"Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me", you pant, clutching your chest. A little overdramatic, he thinks, raising one of his brows at the curse words falling so easily from your lips. He tilts his head slightly, looking directly at you, and you don’t even bother trying not to squirm under his gaze.

"Sorry, sir", you mumble and Quaritch doesn’t know if his eyes were just playing tricks on him, but it almost looked like you were rolling your eyes at him.

"You shouldn’t work out with your music on full blast when you’re all alone", he tells you, his eyes boring into yours like he had any right to tell you what to do. At least it felt like he did. "If I were less than a man, I could’ve taken advantage of that."

His grin widens for a brief second, but then you exhale a dry laugh, and now he’s almost certain you just rolled your eyes at him.

"Sure, I’ll keep that in mind for next time."

Feisty, he remarks, licking his lips. There’s something up with you, you’ve made that much clear. And maybe you’re not so much different from him than he originally thought. You and him, you might as well just be two sides of the same coin.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night, kid?", Quaritch asks. If you want to act like one, might as well treat you like one. He straightens up, towering over you with his arms crossing over his chest like you owe him an explanation.

"Oh, I usually don’t work out, not like, like you guys. You look like you live here." You cross and uncross your own arms, failing to mimic his confidence stance, instead tugging at the hem of your shirt. "I couldn’t sleep, so i thought i could somehow tire me out." You shrug.

"Tire yourself out, huh?" Now that piques his interest, a half smirk tugging on his lips. "You know, I came here looking for you for the exact same reason."

The way you bite your lip and advert your gaze tells him more than words ever could. His tail sways in anticipation, feeling like a cat that just trapped a helpless little mouse. Miles leans forward slightly, lips close to your ear now before he whispers lowly, "You look pretty fucking good in these gym thighs, cherry."

Quaritch has definitely been fucked with to some degree, but your response freaks him out more than straight-up mockery would, somehow.

"Aha." Oh?

His brows rise. It’s not even a response, it’s just a noise you make. But that little noise holds so much attitude, so many emotions. Quaritch can’t help but scoff. He had to give you that, you really had some nerves for someone who normally couldn’t even get a coherent sentence out when he’s around. And that newly found boldness makes him want to dig his fingers into your hips, make your little cherry tattoo turn into a bruised plump, spin you around and bend you over his knee just how you deserve for that.

"Alright", he exhales, trying to calm his nerves, "you got a lot of pent up frustration for such a little thing, so what’s with that attitude today, huh?"

You look at him like a lost puppy and now he’s the one who wants to roll his eyes, wondering why he even keeps up with this childish bullshit. If you were any other person, Quaritch would’ve loved to show you just how far that disrespectful tone gets you with him. But you’re not just any other person.

"You didn’t…" The words hadn’t even fully left you, and your eyes were already adverting to your shoes and your lips pursed into a thin line. Before you could finish however, Quaritch lets out a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance, already knowing what’s about to come. "Listen, kid", he starts and if you were any close to Na‘vi, avatar, recom or whatever, your ears would’ve pinned back against your head. Instead, your shoulders slump, your whole body language suggesting that you were mentally preparing yourself to get lectured, because you knew the answer to this already.

"I don’t know what you were hoping you would get out of this, but if you’re looking for someone to be your first, that ain’t gon' be me."

His voice had grown a tad louder, accent heavier, and he halfway expected you to flinch or even tear up. Instead, you straighten up. Your hands may be trembling, but you hide it by balling your fists. Pushing out your chest, you gather all confidence that was left in you to snap back, "Why not?"

"Why not?", Quaritch laughs. He laughs because it’s funny, really. Because he can’t believe it, can’t help but wonder where all that is suddenly coming from. He laughs because if he wouldn’t, he would make you regret this. "I already told you. It’s not going to fit."

"What if I—"

"Cherry." It comes out as a warning. Your stance falters for a second, those big, puppy eyes returning to your face where just seconds before was such a fierce expression that it undoubtedly made him want to push you further, see how feisty you could actually get. But at the same time, Miles had just discovered just how easily you could get on his last nerves like this.

"I‘ll prove it. I can take it, just let me—"

A hand grabs at your lower face, thumb pressing into your cheek and four fingers digging into the other side, with his palm closing tight over your mouth and nose, keeping it shut. Quaritch yanks you forward, forces you on your very tiptoes to get your full attention.

"Will you stop acting like a desperate little brat, jesus christ." They were harsh, bitter words, drenched with equal parts lust and anger. They were meant to scare you off, yet you looked anything but scared. You looked aroused. Tempted.

To his surprise, words were muffled against his palm, refusing to keep quiet even with a big, blue hand halfway covering your face.

Rolling his eyes, he allows you to swat his hand away.

"You… You said you also came here to tire yourself out", you say, panting slightly once you’re able to speak and breathe freely. "I‘ll help you."

There it is. That side of you that’s so hidden from the rest of the world, it’s hard to believe it’s coming from the same person.

You see, Miles figured he loves the feeling of two opposites coming together. It causes friction.

His kiss is ravenous, the force of it tilting your body to bend backwards once he had dragged you into the communal showers at the gym. He feels your legs go weak, so his arm around your middle flexes, effectively supporting your weight as he pushes you against the tiled wall. His lips coax yours open with little effort as you're hardly putting up any resistance. The flavor of whatever gum you must’ve chewed a while ago is still rich on your tongue, sweet as ever and he groans into the kiss.

Quaritch explores your mouth determinedly, taking what he believes to be his, and he doesn’t even realize that this is the first time he had put his lips against yours. Long strokes of his tongue against yours, teeth catching your lips in bites, groans and moans caught in one another's mouth and swallowed up. His thumb runs up and down your jaw, occasionally applying pressure to adjust the tilt of your head as he changes the angle of the kiss, feels your hair tickle his forehead. Noses bump and brush, he inhales your scent, groans when it’s just as sweet as you taste.

His kiss is powerful. It commands. Look at me. Touch me. Feel me. Only me. It leads you, your movements, the pace. But yours is soft, pleading and submissive. Obedient.

It drives him to near madness, teetering him on the brink of sanity.

He presses himself harder against you, towers over you like a mountain. Your hands are small, and they claw at his arms, his biceps, his neck. They pull and pull, yet he doesn’t budge, doesn’t move unless he wants to. You make a whiny sort of noise in protest and he grins. His forearm rests against the wall, tiles cool against his burning skin as he watches you with half lidded eyes.

The same red that paints his new favorite fruit taints your cheeks crimson, as you hesitantly lower yourself to your knees.

A pleased rumble left him, and his smirk curled further, hints of too-sharp teeth peeking from behind his lips, "You did that before?" He wonders out loud. There’s a suffocating tightness underneath his briefs that only gets worse once you answer him with a quick shake of your head. No, of course not. He scoffs, equally amused as he is excited.

With trembling fingers and unsteady breath, you move your hands around to unbuckle his belt. Letting it hang open, you move to the button and zipper on the fatigues, a little clumsy as you tried once, twice, three times to get the damned thing open. Miles couldn’t help but chuckle.

You looked even smaller on your knees in front of him, pulling on the waistband of his pants to get his cock out. He could just stand there and watch, torture the little thing by letting her struggle, but his impatience has grown rapidly in those past few minutes so he swats your hands away and pulls his pants down just enough.

You hold your breath, waiting. Watching. The nervous tension makes a shudder run up your spine and he smirks, once you finally catch sight of his cock.

The way your eyes widen makes him remember the first time he had stared at himself in the mirror. The first time he was alone with this new body of his, the mirrored image of what he despised most. Alien, that’s what he looked like. What he must’ve looked like to you. Blue skin and faint purple tip, small bumps and ridges around the crown, littered in those glowing freckles that made him look like a damn toy, was what he had first thought when he saw himself. And there was also his size. The root of this whole situation, the reason neither of you could get what you so desperately wanted.

It’s a lot to take in, literally, and he enjoys the fact that not even a polite woman like you could stop herself from staring at him.

A shaky exhale of air then brushes over his tip, your throat bobbing as you swallow thickly and Quaritch tilts his head and chuckles. "What’s wrong? Where did all that attitude go, hm? I thought you wanted to help me out."

Your hands are still firmly planted on your own thighs, but he sees the subconscious little twitch of your fingertips. They want to move, but you don’t dare just yet.

"It’s- no it’s just, I’m, I—"

"You didn’t thought I was lyin‘, did you? I told you it’s—"

"I know", you cut him off, your cheeks blushing, "I- I know. And I still want to…"

The grin that tugs on his lips his dangerous and his tongue darts out to lick over his pointy canine, while he gives himself a slow tug. A small drop of clear, sticky pre-cum beads at his tip.

"Then what are you waiting for? Go on", he purrs lowly, "Touch me."

You’re hesitant at first, taking his length into your delicate hands. They’re warm and soft and he hums at the touch. You can’t even close your fingers entirely around his girth, but you try your best to give him an experimental stroke, feeling his weight and the texture of his skin.

"C‘mon, Cherry", he tells you, his hand brushing through your hair at the back of your head, before giving you a guiding little push. "Use your mouth. Get it wet for me."

Not so bold now, he thinks to himself as he watches you lick your lips and shuffle a little closer on your knees. Like this, it almost looks like you’re worshiping him. It gets him even harder than he already was before, makes his cock throb, feeds his god complex in just the right way. But then you place your lips against the mushroom-like head of his cock, plants a kiss right there on its slit almost tenderly, and Miles can’t stop the groan from escaping him.

Your big doe eyes are staring up at him, piercing right through his soul, before you give a little kitten lick to his length.

"I said use your mouth, not just your tongue", he says, albeit a little breathlessly. He ain’t got time for any of this practice shit today. You offered to suck his cock, might as well do it right then.

His hips buck forward, the head of his cock nudging against your kiss swollen lips and you part them dutifully. The tip is an easy fit, tight but manageable.

You’re timid at first, barely moving further down, but your tongue is practically dancing against him, so it's not all that bad. "There you go", Quaritch groans, the hand on the back of your head holding you still, makes you take him a little deeper. A little more. Your nostrils flare wide as you struggle to breathe and you close your eyes for a brief moment. Your cheeks hollow inward as you suck him. Just a few inches, and he can already feel some resistance on the back of your throat. It’s tight and you tear up, instinctively pulling away.

He clicks his tongue, but you’re quick to put him back into your mouth, warm wetness enveloping not even half of his throbbing cock once again.

Miles fingers have formed into claws, digging them into his own palm as one arm rests against the wall, the other fisted into your hair. It takes every fiber of will within him not to grab you and just force you down onto his cock, to make you choke on it while he thrusts deep into your throat. He’s filled with the sudden, perverse desire to break you, to stain you, make you as filthy as himself. It’s only fortunate that you can’t see the way his features have twisted through the tears in your eyes, from lazy pleasure into something animalistic.

Your mouth moves slowly over his cock, sloppy and uncoordinated. Barely enough of him fits inside your mouth to bring him pleasure, more than just a teasing swirl of your tongue. There’s drool running down your chin, your jaw opened as wide as possible as you sucked and slurped on his length. But he needed more if you planned to get him off properly, needed you to take him deeper.

The hand that had been brushing through your hair grips tighter, and then he slowly moves your head up and down on his cock, using your throat like you’re his personal little fleshlight. Just a couple of thrusts, merely a few inches more, already have him in the back of your throat, and he feels your muscles constrict around him. Helpless little gags fill his ears, followed by tears running down your cheeks.

The hands that had been clawing at his thighs like he was your lifeline had began to tug on his pants, while you whimpered and whined around his length, signaling him that you needed to come up for air.

"C‘mon Cherry, how are you supposed to take all of me when you can’t even suck me off properly?" His voice is taunting, a low growl as he pulls you off of him with a wet pop. You gasp for air, panting, chest heaving and he allows you a moment to catch your breath, before he pushes you back down. He’s careful not to actually hurt you in the process, but he’s also determined to get more of him inside your mouth.  Either you didn’t hear him, or your were pointedly ignoring him. Regardless, the result is the same. You’re struggling, gagging and whining and he knows you’re trying, but it’s been fifteen minutes and you’re not making any process.

Quaritch tsks, "Yeah, no, that’s not going to work. Get up here."

You make a small sound of protest when he pulls you off of him again, and then yelp in surprise when he grabs your arm and yanks you up to your feet. Miles stares at you for a moment, breathing heavily. Takes notice of your lips, swollen, gleaming with saliva and pre-cum. You look so utterly vulnerable. And that's exactly how he wants you.

His hand still holds your upper arm firmly, and he spins you around so sudden that you had to brace yourself against the wall in order not to fall. There’s a split second in which he ponders if ripping your leggings would be a good idea, considering that he didn’t know if you had any spare clothes with you in the gym. He decides against it, barely able to think logically with all the blood rushing from his head to his cock.

Hooking his thumbs underneath the tight waistband, he drags your pants down quickly, and your underwear with them. A pleasant hum leaves his lips when he finds you soaking wet, tiny hole clenching around nothing, all too eager to be filled. Miles gives a firm slap to your ass that makes you try and fail to stifle a gasp.

"P-Please", you mutter quietly, arching your back some more.

"Don’t get too excited", he leans in to whisper against the shell of your ear, chuckling. "Close your legs." Glancing at him from over your shoulder, there’s a look of utter confusion, mixed with disappointment on your face, yet you comply to his orders without a complain. And the feeling of knowing you would do anything he says, follow every one of his orders despite what you wanted, is simply indescribable to him.

Quaritch doesn’t take it slow now that he has you like this. His cock is still lubed with spit so it’s an easy glide as he positions himself behind you and pushes forward between the soft flesh of your thighs. You gasp, feeling the smooth length of his cock drag against your sensitive folds.

"That’s much better", Miles groans lowly into your ear as he begins to thrust back and forth.

It felt heavenly— the warmth of your skin enveloping his length in the same way a tight pussy would. He could feel your slick covered lips pressed against him, your arousal smearing between your thighs and his cock adding further to the impression of being inside you.

With an increasing pace, he begins to actually fuck the space between your legs. His cock bumps against your clit over and over again, which causes you to moan along to the filthy sound of flesh against flesh.

"Fuuckin‘ hell, that’s it." His hands on your hips had began to pull you back against his thrusts, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise, as he used your body for his own pleasure. More arousal oozes out of you and both of you make a pleasant sound of acknowledgment at that. "Hmm, can feel you dripping all over my cock, cherry. You like it that much when I fuck your thighs, huh?"

"Y-Yes, f-fuck, yes!" His ears perked at the sweet little whine that trickled out of you when he snapped against the back of your thighs just a little harder. There grows a force behind his thrusts, one that makes it hard for you to stay still and let him use you, he can tell. Your legs are trembling, wanton little pleas falling from your parted lips. "Please, I- I need more! Miles, c‘mon…" You push back against, rising to your tip toes in an attempt to catch his tip against your entrance. "Please!"

He could come so easily like that, rocking back and forth, his cock trapped between the plush of your soft thighs, your slickness lubing his length enough to make his movements more fluid. Yet you were nowhere near close to your own release. His touch was just barely enough to keep you on edge, but not enough to get you anywhere. Poor little thing, Miles thinks to himself with a grin he doesn’t even bother to hide.

The sound of his cock sliding between your wet thighs was downright obscene and he could practically feel your neglected clit aching for attention, warmth slowly pooling into the pit of his stomach. And with that, he angles his hips to put more force behind his trusts, his length gliding through your folds, the tip of it pressed snugly against your clit, bumping against the little nub with every stroke.

Pleading mewls soon turn into desperate moans the harder he fucks your thighs. "Mmnh– need you, need you in- inside", you begin to brabble, staring up at him from over your shoulder. "Please, Mil– sir!"

"Christ, cherry", he curses against your neck, letting the heady vibrations of his rumbling growl pierce through your neck, letting you feel his words in the most primal way. Your thighs press together. "Do you ever shut up?"

Miles feels you press back against him weakly, nowhere near strong enough to get him anywhere. "I– I can do it, just let me…"

His annoyed groan is quick to cut you off. Whatever complain bubbled up your throat was shushes with a hand clasped over your mouth before it could even come past your lips. You make a muffled sound against his palm, your eyes continue to plead for him, but he’s determined to keep you just like this.

"Don’t be so goddamn stubborn", he grits out, teeth grazing the lobe of your ear and he feels the way your whole body tense as he bites down on it. "You got a lot of learning to do if you want to be good for your Colonel."

The smack of his hips against your backside makes punched out little huffs of air escape through your nose, and it’s almost adorable.

Meanwhile you could barely form a thought over the constant throbbing between your thighs, the slaps of skin hitting skin, the whining of your body being squeezed under an intense force and hands gripping your hips and keeping your mouth shut. You couldn’t even hear the heavy grunts of the gruff man behind you as he bit the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings of how good you felt around him.

Fingers dug deeper into your cheeks and hips, his cock almost rubbing you raw with how fast he fucked your thighs. The cock that still rutted between your silky legs was drenched in slick and Miles felt the way you tried to angle your hips and squeezed your legs to put more pressure on your clit.

Fuck, he was so close he could hardly hold himself back.

"You want to come?", he whispers into your ear. A pleasant shiver runs up your spine that even he could feel. Your response comes as nothing more than a muffled "Mhm! Mhm!" against his palm.

"Will you be a good girl for me now? Stop with all that whining bullshit and be a little grateful for what I do to you?"

"Mhm, mhm!" Your frantic nodding makes him thrust against you harder, and he relishes in the needy sounds you make.

"There you go, sweetheart", he chuckles, "That wasn’t so hard now, was it?"

The heat from his chest begins to pool in the pit of his stomach, coiling together in a painful knot that could only mean one thing. Miles groans against your shoulder, biting particularly hard as his hips start to stutter, the grip on your waist tightening once more, leaving definite blue bruises that wouldn’t leave any time soon.

He then shoves his fingers between your thighs, tips pushing and rubbing against the twitching little nub between your folds so hard it felt like he shifted it from its original position. You wailed against his palm like a banshee as you finally came, the sudden spark of pleasure aimed just at the right place sending you over the edge as tears spilt down your cheeks, rolling over the hand that’s still pressed against your mouth.

Your legs clamped shut tighter than before, squeezing his cock that was still thrusting in and out between your soft, wet flesh.

"Jesus, fuck", he grunts, breathing heavily, "good girl, good fuckin‘ girl."

Quaritch soon comes after you, biting again, until he left a giant bruise on your shoulder. He was drinking up every sweet little moan and gasp he elicited out of you like this, groaning and lapping his tongue against your skin while he pumped his seed through the space of your legs as it spurted from his throbbing cock.

Your eyes were still heavy with tears as you blinked to clear your vision, the bruising grip he had on your hips slowly loosening as he comes down from the high of his orgasm, but then tightening again, for just a split second that makes you tense up and flinch.

Miles is almost certain that that piercing pain he suddenly felt in his chest was some sort of cramp, some fucked up symptom of ptsd or his psyche struggling to adjust to this body that still wasn’t entirely his. But then that picture perfect doll face glances up at him from over your shoulder. Your eyebrows are pinched together, hair sticking to your forehead, cheeks flushed red and glistening in a thin layer of sweat, lips all swollen red and bitten raw.

And now he’s not so sure anymore where that piercing pain in his chest really comes from…

#miles quaritch #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x reader smut #miles smut #avatar miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #recom miles quaritch #atwow quaritch #avatar quaritch #colonel quaritch #colonel quaritch x reader smut #quaritch smut #quaritch x reader #recom quaritch #Avatar #atwow #avatar the way of water

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hellfire--cult · 9 months

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idek based on this shit i posted minutes ago and @andvys gave me an idea, so here is the full version

Donut Stack

wc: 750w

Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington are being idiots together, and Reader sees them.

“What the fuck did you just say Munson?” Steve asks, eyes wide as he looks at his friend as if he had grown a plant on the top of his head.

“I asked if you knew how many donuts you can stack up your dick.”

“I heard you the first fucking time, I am wondering what is going on in your head.” Steve shook his head, not really knowing why his best friend brought something like this out of nowhere.

“Well, I know I can stack up to three.” Eddie smirks widely and Steve’s face morphs into one of disgust as it processes in his head.

“What the actual flying fuck–”

“You know, those big krispy kreme donuts? I had to cut the middle open a little bit more of course, but hey, three fat donuts it’s a lot, right?!” Eddie was excited, smiling widely with a crazed look on his face as Steve kept staring at him, not believing what he was hearing.

“Are you trying to tell me, you bought donuts, to measure your dick?” Steve asks, just standing there in the middle of Eddie’s room and Eddie shrugs as he sat on the bed with a nod.

“I mean, I already had them–”

“Measuring tapes fucking exist Munson, Jesus Christ.” Steve ran a hand through his hair as Eddie kept the big smile on his face.

“Where’s the fun in that? My measuring system is donuts now.” He says and Steve finally came to the conclusion that he had enough for the night, leaving Eddie rambling about how he wishes he could stack up to three donuts on his erect dick.

Which leads to Steve staring at his unopened box of Krispy Kremes, on the counter, at 10 PM.

He shook his head many times, walking away from them to then return and stare at the donuts a little bit longer, until he finally grabbed the pack and a knife, heading towards his room.

“Out of my fucking mind.”

And the next day, when Eddie decides to steal Steve’s A/C privileges from the scorching heat that Hawkins brought, Steve has a triumphant look on his face, as Eddie opens a can of beer that he got from his fridge.

“Why so smiley Harrington?” Eddie asks and Steve shrugs but then raises one hand, putting four fingers up.

“Four.”

“What?”

“I can stack up to four.” Eddie’s eyes widened and he shook his head with a smile on his face.

“You’re fucking lying. You must have squashed them all over to make them fit, most likely.” Eddie was not believing that his best friend had a bigger dick than himself, and Steve’s pride was on the line right now.

You also, had decided that day, after fanning yourself for the millionth time, to go visit Steve, or well, his pool. Getting your bag ready, wearing a nice sundress, walking out of your house and onto your bike, trying not to melt under the burning sunbeams, parking the bike on his front lawn, and realizing that Eddie’s van is parked right in front, bringing a smile to your face.

Your best friends must be already drinking beer, enjoying the coolness of Steve’s home, and you cannot wait to join them. So you open the door, unannounced, and you hear their voices, frantic voices that were almost screaming, in the living room. You were already giggling as you walked into the room, only for your smile to drop instantly as you stared at the scene.

They both were on the couch, in front of the coffee table. Two boxes of donuts on top of it, opened, just two left… because the rest was stacked up on eachother’s dicks, as they argued with one another.

“You’re squishing them together Harrington!” Eddie exclaims as he points at the stack on Steve and he rolls his eyes, pointing at Eddie’s.

“You are the one squishing yours! if you didn’t, the tip doesn’t–” And his eyes finally caught yours over Eddie’s shoulder. He turned pale, and Eddie followed his gaze, turning his whole body to finally see you standing there, mouth slightly open, eyes completely empty, not a thought could be read on your face.

Everything was silent, not even a bird could be heard outside. You took a small breath to start talking, but then you simply turned, not a word being said, as you left the house. Eddie gulped heavily, looking back at Steve.

“Should we explain ourselves?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

i am not sorry for what i wrote

Thank u for reading this stupid shit I love them so much

#im not sorry #i see donuts differently now #i need help #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #reader #stranger things #steddie blurb #steddie imagine

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nightinjapan · 1 year

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❄Aw this was so fun and sweet to make!❄ ❄Thx for the ask, Anon^^❄ ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ ❄Warnings: Unprotected sex, Cock warming, Dom!//but sweet^^//Pro Hero! Deku, squirting, cream pie (s), idek LMAO

♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ ❄Winter Love~ ♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡ Izuku opens the front door entering his shared apartment with you. He had brought in a few bags of groceries and some snacks you requested. He wore two jackets because he hated being cold and it was a pure blizzard in Japan tonight . "I'm home!" He yelled in his usual cheerful tone but it was clear he was freezing cold. You jumped up from the bed and ran to him like a child "Izuku!" you hugged him tightly not caring about the snow on him "How did you get home?! The storm is so bad, are you ok?!" You worried for him when he came back as always. It could be summer and you'd ask him if he got a heat rash or something. You knew being with the number one would make you this way and you hopped he didn't mind it. He took off his jacket layers so he could wrap his strong arms around your body properly. "Oh I uhh.. I took the bus.. but I stopped at the store to get a few things and walked the rest of the way.." he held the back of your head placing a tender kiss on your cheek with a whisper "I missed you!" You smile and after his soft lips met your cheek you melt.. There isn't anything in the world better than his kisses and hugs and cuddles and- HIM "I missed you too..." the wind hits the windows again making that sound you hate and you hide your face on his chest "w-when will the storm stop..?" he just walked in and you barely even let him leave his things at the door. You're spoiled and he loves all of it. He kisses your forehead and after putting away the groceries he picks you up walking to your shared room. He's a very cuddly person. He loves the feeling of your embrace. He sets you down onto the bed "I haven't seen you all day and I wanna cuddle.." he pouts climbing into the bed with you. You opened your arms making grabby hands after pausing the TV and turning it off "Gimmie my number one big baby" He smiled softly as he cuddled into your soft chest warming up to your embrace "mmmn.." he hummed softly. You smile and wrap your arm around his neck and put a hand on the back of his head "my 'zuku..." you coo out softly. As you were about to wrap your lefts around him you notice something... You're wet... your eyes widen a bit as you close your legs trying to think of why you're so turned on my cuddling and it makes you feel like a pervert... But then you look down at Izuku's body... All close to you... His welcoming sent and soft skin touching yours.. You're in heaven... You just pull the comforter over you both so he wouldn't notice what was going on. He looked up at you clueless as to what was on your mind. Little did you know he was thinking the same. His hand made it's way down your waist "I'm cold too.." he whispered as he kissed you softly before pulling back to speak "Mind Warming me up..?~" he raised a brow referring to intimacy. You two obviously know each other like the back of your hands.. especially what you're both into in bed. Izuku is surprisingly a freak in the sheets but.. he wanted to take it easy for tonight. You don't know nor understand how this man can read your mind but he always does some how. You blush softly and move your hand that was resting on his soft grass like hair "Of course not..~" you remove your panties and go to pull his boxers down just enough so that his beautiful cock is let free "It'll cost you though..~" you teasingly say and are honestly messing with him. He looked over at you with a pout "I bought you snacks thoughh!" He playfully whined resting a hand on your thigh. You sigh and roll your eyes. You can never resist his pout face "ugggh... Why do you have to be so cute?- yeah you did.. Alright you win.." you smile at the little play time you two just had but get back to work. Shifting so you're ready to go. After kissing his soft freckled cheek you grab his length aiming it to your wet entrance and slowly start to go down on him with huffs and soft moans "h-hnnah..~ mmmm...~"

He lifted his chest with a soft moan as he pulls you down, his body shivers "s-so warm..~~" he huffed "s-stay just like this.. don't move yet.." he seemed to really enjoy just feeling your walls engulfing him. You get surprised off this but after your hips meet you stay there panting softly from how big he is. Your walls fluttering round him and you always wonder how your little cunt takes him on fully. Of course he had to train and molt your pussy to be his but even still it surprises you "m-mmmmh...~ aaaaaahhh...~ mm...~ 'L-Love you..~" you kiss his lips softly. He presses his lips against yours making his way down to your neck "Mmmn.. Love you s-so much..~~" "love y-ou more...~" You enjoy this moment of embrace because who knows what tomorrow holds.. What if he has to go on another month to 5 month mission? He came back to you today but what if...- Just what if.... with out knowing as you go into deep thought of the negative you hold onto him a bit tighter as your eyes start to fill with tears you lowly sniff and start to hiccup because of it... You try to keep these sounds down but it was already heard by him. He softly rubs your back "(Y/n)..? Baby..?" He took notice to your sudden distress and held you closer wrapping his strong thighs around you keeping you in place as he ran his fingers through your hair "Shhh.. you're okay.. You're alright.." he comforted you with his soft words, You wipe your tears and melt into him again. "'m...s..sOrry.." you look at him and hold his cheek "you're s-so... you just..." you exhale "such an angel... I.... don't ever w-want'lose you.."

His eyes widen before he looks at you sympathetically "Love.. that won't ever happen.. I'll never, ever leave your side.." he cups your cheek "I will stay.. and I will fight with you until we retire.. and even then I'll still be here.. always.. even far apart we are still together.. in here.." the hand on your cheek moved to where your heart is. That touched your heart so much that you have to bite your lip in effort to not sob on him "oh, Izuku..." you start to smile softly "sometimes I... feel like I'm just dreaming..." You put your hands on his chest "there's no way you're real... you're too good for this world and for me...." you let out a slight laugh still trying to stop your previous emotions you both nuzzle noses lightly for a second. He let's out a soft chuckle "likewise.. sometimes I think you're too good for me.. but.." he grinds slightly up against you with a soft moan "I'm the luckiest man on earth to have you.. I'm so lucky that you're mine..~" his voice became slightly higher and more erotic. "hah..~" You get reactivated lust being your only feeling as all your worries start going away remembering your man is inside you. You start to whine wanting him to move more "hmmnn...~ Izzy...~" you say in a pleading tone. He leans into your ear with a soft and desperate whine. He spoke "Ride me, Baby..~" he held your hips with his scarred but gentle hands. You feel a shiver go down your spine as you let out a tiny moan from his demand. You move an inch and it made him brush on your gspot "n-nAh..~" you put your dainty hands on is chest and sit up. You slowly move up off him and watch as his huge member leaves you letting out lewd sounds as it turns you on having a bit of self pride that you could take him on despite your body size difference "mmmhh...~ ' f-feel so..~ big I-Izu...~ so..~ hahnnmm..~ big f-for me...~" you manage to mumble out softly. He smiled looking up at you with a lovesick gaze "J-Just for you..!!~ Only you..~ Nnnhh..!!~~" he moans bucking his hips upward. You hated to do this because he might whine from it and you can't stand that cute face of his... But you wanna see him go crazy. You keep the same.. s l o w... l o n g... pace as you let out moans and get embarrassed from the sulking wet sounds that filled the room "h-mmm...~ aaaaaah....~" you start giving him high praises to push even further "m-m--ah..!~ my Izuku..~ m-my strong...nnnh..~ number one hero...~ my Deku..~" you say to him in the most cutest yet lewd voice you could pull from your voice box. He looks up at you biting his lip intensely. He moans out "Y-You know what that does to me.. that voice of yours..!~~ I-Im warning you..!~" he whined. You act dumb and look at him innocently "Wh-What do you mean..?~" you close your eyes moaning in the same tone. His breathing becomes more uneven as his cock twitches "That tone you're using..!~" he bites his lip harder. You were on thin ice and you knew it so you keep going because its not like he can grab you like a feather and do his way with you, right? "mhg-mmm..!~ ' j-just my normal vo-ice...~ a-AHa..!~" you whine "c-can't get enough o-of...!~ y-you..!~ s-o powerful..!~ A-H..!~" you're acting, yes but you'd be saying the some things in your normal voice too. "Babyy..!!~" he warned again, a lustful gaze clearly in his eyes for you. He licked his lips hungrily. All you do is made a loud enough moan to over due his voice "hn-!~ AaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaahaaaaah...!!!!~ y-you fit me s-o p-perfectly..!~" "That's... it.." he growls flipping positions pinning you beneath him with a feral look in his eyes "you know exactly what you're doing.." he huffed in a low, lustful tone "you asked for this..~" he immediately starts pounding you deep and rough letting out his most Erotic lewd sounds ever. He's completely lost himself in you.

Your eyes widen and before you could open your mouth to speak you scream "I d-AAAH..!!~ O-OH G- IZ-AAAAGH..!!!!~" you grab one of his arms and use your other hand to cover your mouth shut knowing the neighbors will hear you "MMMMH..!!!~ MMNGH...!!!~" even still your muffled moans are bouncing off the walls as tears start to fill the corner of your eyes and drool sneaks past your hand. He huffs "l-let me hear you..!~" he whines and lifts your hips up a bit and starts to drill you hitting your gspot perfectly but carefully. You calmed down for the few seconds it took him to reposition you removing your hand slowly "h-hm--nAHAH..!!!~" then you get shot back up to heaven as you grip the sheets in effort to not give him a scratched up back "Z-HnGHA..!!~" forming words becomes a thing of the past.

He keeps an arm holding you up as he uses his hand to rub your clitoris " 's o-hn..!~ o-okay, sweetheart..!~ d-don't worry about th-e neighbors..~ f-focus on me..!~ sing f'me (Y/N)..!~" he pants and the coldness of the storm outside melted away from the both of you the heat from the activeness from you both in the air. You mewl and whine, your head rolling back as you do focus on him. You can't help but focus on him. He's inside you, speaking to you, his sent in the air. then you begin to feel something "A-AAAH..!!~ Z-ZU-..!~ EH..?!~" you see a knot every time he pulled in and out your eyes widen. Its him bulging you. You swear to god he's grown MORE since a few minutes ago. His eyes stayed on yours until he noticed you looking "Y-You feel that, baby..?~ mmmh..!~ s-see how well y-ou take m-me..?~" he cranes over to give you a cheek kiss reminding you that he's still your sweet bean but he's about to push you further and after getting back up he gives you a lustful stare "Look at me, honey..~" You try you're best to look at him even though everything's hazy blushing hard off his words "H-HMMH..!!~" "let's see h-how much of a mess you m-ake for me..~" He does this one...particular... yummy... HARD thrush of his hips RIGHT on to your gspot and keeps his eyes on you. You gasp and the next thing you know before you can even make a sound you're gushing. Squirting and cumming on him like a broken dam. Then when it hits you you whine and scream louder than you have all night "IZUKU-AAAAAAAAGH...!!!!!!~ NAAAAAAAGH...!!!!~ A-NGEEL..!!!!!~" you looked at him in the beginning of it but mid way you throw your head back closing your eyes as tears fall you forget to b r e a t h. He goes over the edge with all your wetness "NN-AAAH..!!~" he wraps him self around you and tenses up. after he comes down from his high he starts giving you soft kisses on your lips "mmmn..' love you... so much..." he whispers between kisses and soft pants his wet from sweat green curls touching your forehead. You shiver but not from the cold as you come down from heaven to meet your Angel as a panting blushy mess "z-zu..." you whine "y'm-ade me squirt.." after shifting so you're on top of him again he softly chuckles and caresses your cheek "it's okay, baby... I love your little messes..." You get flustered and pout "Stoooop..." you hide your face on his chest as you begin to get tired. He gives a soft smile and goes starts to get shy about something "u-uhm...mm... (Y/N)..? Wh--at if we- talked about having...- kids?..-" he stutters out a bit. Your eyes widen with a tiny gasp as he asks you the thing you've been wanting to ask him for so long. You knew more nights like this one were to come on his off days~

#deku x fem!reader #deku smut #deku x y/n #fem reader #mha x reader #mha smut #fluff #dom!deku #deku x reader #izuku midoryia x you #izuku midoria x reader #fem!reader #deku fluff

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bingoboingobongo · 1 year

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task force 141 + home decorations

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, John Price

Warnings: mentions of the dismal housing market

A/N: should probably be studying for physics but GAHDHDHHSHS thanks so much to everyone for ur kind messages im feeling so much better

kyle "gaz" garrick:

ok so i know i said these were home decorations

but guys let's be real

u really think gaz has a house?

in this economy?

nah

he's got a nice apartment in london tho

he rents it out when he's on missions

but even though he has no house he still decorates the inside

plus the building always sets up lights along the roof and sidewalks

but enough dilly dallying onto gaz fr now

as we've established he's a bit of a nerd so he likes finding christmas versions of figurines and putting them around his place

if he can't find one he'll just smack a santa hat or elf ears on it and call it a day

he also keeps an elf on the shelf hidden around his apartment in case his younger siblings ever swing by

he'll set up string lights along the mantle

but since he has so much color from all the figurines he prefers a solid color light like white or maybe blue or if he's feeling crazy

he gets the biggest tree that can fit in his apartment which is still pretty small unfortunately

but he decks it out with all kinds of nerdy ornaments and figurines

his family also makes ornaments together every year so a lot of his ornaments are from that

if it's not feeling too cramped he'll put in tinsel and banners

but he likes to keep it at least a little classy

he doesn't want it to look like christmas vomited all over his house

john "soap" mactavish:

soap does want it to look like christmas vomited all over his house

im not gonna lie i can't tell if soap has a house or an apartment

on one hand i just feel like a house would be more reasonable at his age

but on the other hand idk if soap's mature enough to have a house

actually imma be fr idek how old soap is

but i could see him inheriting a nice house from his family

yeah let's go with that

he loves to go ham with christmas decorations

the outside always has all kinds of colorful lights lining the sidewalk, roof, and fence

and yes they're multicolored and flash on and off

he has the icicle lights for his fence because he thinks they look cool

and he has a bunch of inflatables of santa, the reindeer, the presents, etc.

onto the inside

pretty much the same as the outside ngl

lots of lights along the stairs and the walls

tinsel, banners, wreaths galore

and ofc he gets the biggest tree that will fit in his house

and he loves real trees

and then he decorates that with all kinds of ornaments

half of them are sentimental half of them he bought at walmart

he also has the candy cane lights down his sidewalk idk why i feel the need to add that but i do

simon "ghost" riley:

ok so ghost's decorations surprisingly do exist

it's not so much that it makes him feel festive

but when he was a kid he loved walking down the street and seeing all the lights so he decorates his house so that another kid can have that feeling

he likes the classic look of white string lights all around

so he'll just line his roof and sidewalks with that

but other than that that's about it for the inside

the inside is pretty sad too im ngl

he has a tiny little christmas tree tho

it's not big enough to put any presents under

but gaz always gifts him ornaments so he hangs those up along with a tiny star

it's pretty sweet ngl

tbh ghost's entire house is usually really empty

part of it's bc he just moved out from an apartment bc it was getting annoying having to pay rent when he wasn't even there

lord knows he's too paranoid to sublet

and another part is just that he really has nothing much to put in his house

so it's like overwhelmingly empty except that one spot with the tree

john price:

ok so i feel like price definitely lives in a cabin in the wilderness

what can i say he's living his 'little house on the prairie' dreams

except it's not a prairie but u get the idea

so he doesn't really decorate the outside because he doesn't want to draw attention and besides it's not like anyone will see

but on the inside it's nice and quant and christmasy

he has the fireplace on like 24/7

and he lines the mantle with christmas lights and tinsel

he likes to put sprigs of holly around his house because he thinks they're pretty

and of course you know he cuts down his own christmas tree

he doesn't line it with ornaments tho because after christmas he chops it up for firewood and it's too much of a hassle in his opinion

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

okay it shouldn't be a surprise that rudy loves decorating

honestly in a weird way i can see him still living with his family

but not in a like discord mod way in a "he loves his family so much" kind of way

plus it's just financially stable let's be real

again having a house in this economy?

idk man

actually no i lied im a liar

rudy has his own apartment but he returns home for christmas

anyways he always helps his family decorate

they put up lights along the outside of the house

and ofc they have a fake tree they put up too

i think rudy and his family always make a wreath together every year to hang on their door

idek if that's a tradition but i like it

actually i feel like rudy's parents would be pretty religious

so they definitely have a nativity scene along the mantle or something

and rudy simultaneously gives younger and older sibling energy

so i have a solution

i feel rudy grew up with an older brother and sister

and so they both had kids so now rudy has a bunch of nieces and nephews

and he loves them more than anything

and so there's so many stockings on the mantle

alejandro vargas:

alejandro's decorating style is actually more similar to ghost's i think

he really likes the classy look of white lights

so like ghost he goes for a bright white exterior

but he brings some soul into the exterior

alejandro actually prefers fake trees

he doesn't like the way real trees shed

plus it's just a hassle to take care of in his opinion

he has a lot of ornaments from rudy's family

and a lot of ornaments from target or something equivalent

he also spends a lot of time making sure that the tree is decorated as aesthetically pleasing as possible

oh yeah and ofc alejandro has a house

he is the king of making smart financial decisions

even in this economy

he likes using holly, mistletoe, honestly all the christmas plants in his house

and pine cones?

don't even get him started man

he lives for those things it's insane

you could be chilling at his house in august and find a pine cone left behind from christmas

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chweverni · 4 months

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something, something

pairing; bf!woonhak x fem!reader synopsis; why does the delivery guy keep on messing up the house numbers constantly? why does he creep up to your house to drink water? is he that dehydrated? warnings; cliche !! may be cringe but its woonhak, and i LOVE woonhak :( cursing (one cuss word lol) and a kiss (?), woonhak calls the reader a princess word count; 489 author's note; heyhey!! so my school reopened and idek how often ill be on here but ye! ill write when i can :3

"omg! hey, we meet again! y/n, right?"

the dark-haired boy asked, as you stood, opening the door to your house. you weren't even surprised. mostly because, this had been happening for about a week now. this boy would seem to always mess up the house numbers, even though, you're pretty sure he's been doing this on purpose.

the routine would go like this - he would ring the doorbell of your house, you'd open the door, remind him that this is your home for the nth time, as he'd very politely ask for some water, because he was your friend, and a friend in need, is a friend in need (in his words, at least).

in fashion, a smile crept up your face as you asked, "hi woonhak, would you mind coming in so that i can quickly provide you with water, being the absolutely kind princess i am?", making sure to emphasize on how often this had been happening.

"yes, please! this commoner from god-knows-where would like some water. make it refrigerated, if you would.", he reminded, as he bowed contently, leaning against the wall as usual.

i think i wanna ask him this time. you thought to yourself as you picked up the cool water bottle from the fridge. this can't be a coincidence!

you handed him the bottle, mostly because you realized that providing him a cup would be merely unethical at this rate. before he could rush out of your home, you called out, "woon, wait! i.. wanted to ask you something..", trailing your words, as you fidgeted with your fingers awkwardly. woonhak smiled, as he turned around to face you, eyes forming two crescent moons as he did. "ask me, princess, and i shall deliver! pun intended.", he said, oddly satisfied with his joke.

you brushed off his antics as you cleared your throat to ask, "why do you keep missing out on the house number, everytime?"

"because i wanna see you, duh!"

"but you can't be doing this!"

"why?", he asked, wiggling his eyebrows, smiling widely.

"it's— it's something! you can't be delivering food late to people! you'll get paid very less and—and-", before you could process anything, woonhak left a kiss at the corner of your lips.

"don't you worry, princess! i think you forgot that it's the weekend today.. so.. i don't really—"

"you don't work! fuck!", you mentally cursed yourself as you realized that woonhak didn't work in the weekends, because he had to catch up on school work and see you (yes, both are his main priority).

"it's fine! plus, i bought us some food.", he said cheerfully, as he dangled the plastic bag in front of your face.

"let's go up to your room, and we can continue the movie we were watching last week, okay?", he suggested as he dragged you upstairs to your room, leaving you confused as you found it hard to process anything.

this was short lol, not my best work but i had to get this out of my head..

hope u liked it! <3

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr <3

#boynextdoor #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor x reader #woonhak x reader #woonhak boynextdoor #woonhak fluff #woonhak bnd #bnd imagines #teddy bear :(

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petrichoraline · 20 days

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We Are Ep.2 thoughts in chronological order

what peem did in the car trying to convince phum to part their ways is what the youth calls ✨a yap sesh✨ (he tried ig) (this is what this post is as well)

we're probably never seeing phum use those things he bought ever, he'll just keep hanging around in his engineer shirt

peem has so many ppl ready to square up for him including his auntie and he is recognised by tan as someone who loves his friends very much (which makes the fact tan has sold him away for time with his crush TWICE even worse lmao)

i don't really get phum's insistence on not telling anyone about being phum's "slave", not even tan who got him into the mess or his best friend but it's just his ego ig (aside from plot reasons)

i find pun more relatable now - tags along for the funsies and gets happy around fire

not convinced the beans and pork scene wasn't an ad but im not sure how cause i didn't clock any labels

the scene where peem brings in food and laughs with q feels like improv or breaking left in lol

fai missing cause of upset stomach might be some sort of foreshadowing and i'm a bit worried bout her

the professor is handsome <3 and could pas off as chimon's sibling in a show

q absorbing those noodles was very satisfying idek why lol

peem and q's friendship is in the background but the show still constantly makes it a point that they are really good and loyal best friends

i thought "oh theyre gonna make the sharing food a thing in the future" so when boys showed up i was like "ah, we're doing it immediately? bit boring" but then he didn't share!! joey never shares food!! i think he will in the future though, him being a foodie is a constant thing so i'm guessing we're using it as a sign of compromise in the name of love or smth

satang playing this type of character felt a bit much in the first episode but i think he's getting more comfortable with the role as the show progresses and it look more natural; i'm glad his character isn't the googly eyed mentee and he actually teases a lot and snaps back but knows when to stop playing because q isn't the most patient person. (matt having to jump in like "bro he's serious" was so funny cause i hadn't clocked that either hahah)

the way we can see q flustered at certain points but seemingly unbothered at others is fun because his reactions aren't entirely predictable at this stage as we're still getting to know him. also it's mad cute when he clearly doesn't know what to do with himself

idk how he hasn't asked toey bout why he's in art yet, ig they're just now starting to properly get to know each other

toey took one look at q's back and decided "that's a cool ass aura to base my entire future around!" and tbh that's very young adult of him

q regularly asking about peem's work being submitted, he's honestyly worried <3

the way i cheered for peem burping in phum's face and then went "oh he came back :(" bahah

phum is definitely already planning his day and schedule around peem, i don't think he'd ever tell his friends because he wants to actually keep it going so one of the reasons is to not run into his faculty friends including tan and the second is to have lunch with his unconscious crush AND I AM VERY HAPPY WITH THIS STUPIDITY

thought peem could overhear the convo behind the car and realise what he was exchanged for but nope, he just dipped; i think that might be a plot point for later

phum not knowing tan has a crush on fang is so weird cause he genuinely acted like he knew while taunting tan, i don't have an explanation for that

fang is their p'!! i was so conviced he was the little brother, ig because of his big round eyes and the way phum acted all protective (that just makes phum cuter tbh)

what is the age difference between bar owner and prof cause i ship it

it took me a bit to realise the nongs were there instead of the full arts gang and i was glad to see toey and q together (also the green sweater is beautiful on toey, hope it makes a comeback)

i was ready to believe fang had some sort of falling out with tan with the way he treated him but tan beaming and enjoying a dreadful setting (no talking, awkward sitting around in a bar with mid music and alcohol) shows that man is glowing just from being in fang's presence (i hope he reaches ridiculous levels of lame for him)

i was screeching when i realised where things were going with wasted peem and seeing him n the bench outside had me exctaticcc (ofc he didnt book a taxi. and ofc they cant just order one for him noww could they)

phum cockblocks but he kinda has to cause there's no reason for fang to be there otherwise; once the ridiculous proposition of him taking peem home comes up he doesn't really fight it at all - he wants to be with peem, sure, but i think he's also pretty okay with tan and fang being a thing

the way i was screaming "just buy the flowers rich boy!!! he wants to go home" and then the kid went to get more lol

ofc he couldnt just leave the flowers in the backseat, peem just has to have them in his lap.. and the seatbelt scene was so predictable but it's too much of a classic with all "figuring things out" parts of a romance that i can't complain

it makes absolutely zero sense aside from people liking people (cause fang knows what he's doing too) that phum would drive peem to his house - a place where tan has sleepovers at all the time and phum hasn't been to before. fang is his brother and they can sleep at the same place as well even if they don't live together but nope. also THAT CAR HAS EMPTY BACKSEATS, if phum wanted to he would've forced them to ride with him to keep an eye on tan

fang is probably planning to launch a big revenge attack on peem and that'd be so funny, those four can get way too entangled, i could get DRAMA out of their plans and schemes (this show is more hidden agenda than hidden agenda was)

tan's energy with fang reminds me of the duracell bunny lmao it's late at night and they've had a few drinks but his mind and body are all focusedon wooing fang (who is playing nonchalant but has probably had a crush on tan as well)

also no way he was just gonna leave tan on the street lol

toey and q aleady work so well together, toey knows his effect on q more or less and q doesn't shy away from being at least a bit vulnerable as of rn; i think they can be one of the best if not the best couple if they have a proper storyline; im certainly enjoying it the more than i thought i would

the fake blush on both toey and peem is ridiculous esp up close but ig they're cartoonishly drnk anyways

auntie took note and now doesn't do facemasks at night, otherwise it would've been an amazing first meeting

"he likes to whine" and she's the one who can't leave the room from complaining sm lol auntie is so cute

ahh, the mandatory "a look around the room shows me you're truly passionate about what you do and you're deeper than i thought" scene..thankfully he didn't mutter "you like painting this much, huh" to nobody cause i was ready to yell HES AN ARTS MAJOR like he kicked you in the balls for a reason doofus

theyre giving us so many closeups of these two and i keep thinking "this is so drama/y im embarrassed" but i have no shame, if it's fun it's fun (and it's pondphuwin, youre not gonna hear me complain about looking at pond's face for too long or from too close)

reaching out to touch his face was a bold choice thoughh i lost it

man down badd man down baddd he was called an asshole and started gleaming like a light bulb

#we are the series

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artsy-hobbitses · 10 months

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One thing the comics never really explained was why Tarn had a thing against beastman. I mean, a good chunk of his fellow cons were beastmen because like its been said the beastformers, outliers , CC and and in low to middle class had the system against them. Some worse than others. So what's your opinion on Tarn hate for beastmen?

See I wasn't aware it was a thing in the comics! Was it?!!! Was it stated explicitly somewhere? I only added it here as a matter of narrative! 8'3;;;

I haven't read through ALL the comics to get a super good hold on Tarn (I know him surface level and am aware of what he did with Dominus, but was unsure if it was y'know, a pattern of behavior specifically directed at Beast-mode Cybertronians)

For TTB, it's sort of simple and it's quite literally in their subset names ie. Homo Bestia vs Homo Prodigium. Tarn, as an Outlier, was taught to see himself as the next step in evolution---this was NEVER meant to insinuate he was better than everyone, only that he's not a freak---he's part of a currently-occurring evolutionary process. But it got twisted as he grew older and took dangerous pride in that. You know how some Mutants working with Magneto sort of really bought into the 'we're evolutionarily higher than they are' mindset? That's him. He sees Beastmen as the actual 'freaks' in this case, literally Frankenstein's monsters due to their mismatched, patched-together genetics/appearances, resulting from experiments which sometimes served no purpose at all (He'd be the sort to think Laserbeak is genuinely ugly, mock both her and Ravage---subtly---about being misshapened government playthings, and harass them via their more 'animal' nature). There's also the idea that not all ostracization is the same: Outliers are POWERFUL to a degree that makes them coveted and/or feared, which was why Shockwave made them a safe haven--it's not that people hate them, it's that the world isn't quite 'ready' for their gifts yet! Conversely Beastmen are ostracized specifically because of their appearances---they're seen as sub-human, not the evolutionary next step--- and because they need more accommodation than society is willing to give them. So no, even though Tarn has his issues with the government of the day and was ostracized and hurt by people who feared what they didn't understand, I imagine he doesn't see himself the same as Ravage and Laserbeak and Hound. It could be the same for the comic, idek! But yeah, it's not too hard to see why Tarn would not associate with them/adopt a very scathing view of them. Dude was raised different and in a whole other class.

#inbox #Humanfomers AU

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deceasedream69 · 2 years

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Bathroom

I was sitting at the toilet.

- "shit"

- "what's the problem?", A head peaking from the other stall. His eyes seemed red, so I could guess why he was here.

- "wait", he said shaking his head. "This is not the boys bathroom". He slid back to his stall and peaked from the top of the door.

I laughed.

- "at least you're under that... Thingy", I said pointing at the vent.

He slid his head back to my stall.

- "women problems?"

- "more like public school problems", I lifted the empty paper roll.

- "let me check", he said sliding back.

I waited and after a few seconds he was back

- "here, I hope this is enough"

- "Jesus, yeah, it's more than enough", i said laughing and taking it. Waiting for him to slide back.

- "I know I have to give you privacy and stuff, but, why are your eyes red? I don't think you do any of this", he said taking his joint out and smoking some. Throwing the smoke in his side.

- "it's nothing, can I have privacy now, please?"

- "darling, I've been here the whole time, I know you haven't done shit in that toilet, you're just pretending, so go on, speak"

I sighed.

- "if I go out there... They're going to keep... Laughing at me because apparently I'm a stupid person for being "pretty" but not wanting to seat with the popular kids. And it's just- nevermind, you don't care about this", I said throwing the paper at his face. When he took it off I was already leaving the stall.

- "hey -", he said following me. "I don't think my group is a popular group, want to give it a try?"

- "do you talk shit about women and expect me to keep my mouth shut?"

- "we're nerds, we barely know that word "women", I laughed.

- "ok"

I followed him, a lot of eyes on my back.

- "folks, welcome the new member", he said doing jazz hands.

- "hi", I was not expecting to be the only girl there, even if I saw all the signs.

- "hey", said a guy with a red shirt kissing my hand.

I furrowed my eyebrows but smiled.

- "don't be weird", said Eddie hitting his hand.

- "hi, I'm Dustin, and this is Mike, Gareth, Jeff and Eddie", said Dustin introducing everyone.

- "Dustin... Mike... Gareth... Jeff and... Geez, I forgot", i said pointing at everyone.

I smiled.

- "no need to worry, sweetheart, master is perfect if you forget my name", he smiled.

I laughed.

- "wait... You all have those shirts"

- "yes", said Dustin showing me his shirt and smiling. (I can imagine his smile, his so fucking cute 😭)

- "here", said Eddie throwing one at me.

I grabbed and lifted it to admire it.

- "cool, I like it"

- "put it on", said Gareth. (I'm not gonna lie, I have no idea who's Gareth and who's Jeff, idek if those are they're names I just copied them from another fic lmao)

- "later"

- "go on, it's tradition!"

Eddie hit his arm.

- "you don't expect the lady to just change in front of everyone, do you?"

He went silent.

- "it's so weird to see another girl play d&D", said Mike.

- "D&D?", I said confused.

They all turned to look at Eddie. Including me.

- "I just... It's not so important"

- "it's the whole purpose of the group"

I started to feel really bad, I didn't belong here either. God, I just wanted the floor to swallow me to just stop with the embarrassment.

- "oh, don't mind me then", I got up, leaving the shirt on the table.

- "no, y/n!", Yelled Eddie but I quickly ran out of there.

I couldn't help it. Tears were already leaving my eyes.

I lay down behind the basketball's stairs. Just feeling like shit, waiting for the day to finish.

>what if I just ditch the school today? Just 3 more classes, I can copy from someone tomorrow. Fuck, that was so embarrassing< I put my hands on my face.

> I really don't belong anywhere, huh? < More tears scaping my eyes.

I got my headphones out and my cassettes... My cassettes. I started to flip my backpack to find my cassettes.

I only found one, that I bought like 2 days ago, that's why it was still in my backpack. It was a new song from a group I adore.

I didn't know the lyrics but it was really good. I started to check the cassette on the outside.

- "master...", I laughed at the irony. "Of"

- "puppets"

He scared the shit out of me. I sat up.

- "By Metallica!", He said jumping in front of me. "didn't mean to scare you". I laughed slightly.

- "didn't mean to get in another group where I don't fit in"

- "not fair, I invited you"

- "without explaining anything"

- "to be fair... Yes, D&D is fun and it's our main thing... But, also... You know"

- "getting high?"

- "no!" He laughed. "No, being friends. And being the freaks who don't belong anywhere", he said giving me a "do you get it?" Look.

- "and I don't even belong there, how amazing", I said getting up.

- "please, give us a chance", he said grabbing my arm, but not in a rude way.

- "I don't want to embarrass myself even further", i said pulling my arm away from his grip.

He sighed.

Another day of just eating while I watched people talk with their friends and joke... And laugh.

>whatever<

I got up and started to walk to throw my food away.

- "it has come to my attention", said Jason putting his arm around me. I got down so his arm wouldn't touch me. But when I got back up he put it around me anyway.

I rolled my eyes.

- "that you have been hanging around with those... Freaks"

- "mind your business, it's so simple", I said trying to walk away.

- "Chrissy gave you a chance"

I stood there just watching him without any expression.

- "aren't you going to say anything?"

- "I want to punch you in the face. That's counts like something, right? Can I go now?"

- "why the violence? I mean, you could but, come on, that wouldn't leave you any good, I'm stronger and-"

- "can I go now?"

- "think about your future, y/n", he said grabbing my shoulders.

- "future? Why does it matter if I sit with anyone? This is highschool, Jason. Nothing matters"

I started to walk away.

- "it matters if you end up like those freaks, look at them, jobless, ugly, smelly", the basketball team laughed.

- "it's better than ending up like you"

- "and how is that? Successful?", He said in a cocky way.

- "probably fat, bald and with an unwanted marriage" I said laughing while I walked to Eddie's table. - "I don't know anything about D&D but I don't want to seat alone, can I sit with you?", I said swallowing hard.

- "sure, yes, welcome", said Dustin hugging me from one side.

- "what do we say?", Said Eddie to the guys.

- "welcome to hellfire!", They said putting their tongues out and making little horn with their fingers. I laughed.

- "i can't wait to be jobless, ugly and smelly", i said laughing.

- "jobless, ugly and smelly but", said Eddie reaching for something in his backpack. "With style", and he threw the shirt at my face again.

- "thanks", i said getting up. I took my shirt off.

- "is she really...?"

I put the other one on, it fitted perfectly. I sat down, their eyes on me.

- "what? It's the only tradition I can follow apparently", I said laughing.

- "don't worry, I'll teach you about D&D myself", said Eddie winking.

- "I'm looking forward to it", i said smiling.

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borathae · 4 months

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I died

like twice

Or maybe more times

idek

I can tell you that same NFADNSFN this throuple always hits so fucking right nfnfnfnnfngnn more HCs for you

Yoongi is so into treating them

like I know we talked about Koo being a subby boy but

lets talk about Yoongi's insane spending habits when it comes to OC and Kook because holy fuck

Yoongi loves to spend money on them

he saved all this money for thousands of years and now he finally has something precious and worthwhile to spend it on

and oh how he spends it

how he loves doing it

he fucking loves it to the point where one may wonder if it's a kink of his'

maybe it is tbfh

that would explain why he gets so needy when OC or Kook show off clothes/jewelery they bought with his money

and this man just doesn't say no

no matter what it is, no matter how often or how much

Yoongi won't ever say no to them

they could ask for fifty diamond rings a month

and he might look at them weird because "why tf do you need fifty rings?" but he won't ever say no

that's why he'll also take them on trips regularly

he would never go on trips personally but ever since he's with them

he loves treating them to short weekend trips or longer holidays

of course he'll pay for everything while OC and Kook are supposed to enjoy themselves and be happy

if he doesn't book an all-inclusive resort, he'll be the one cooking for them

and I can also see him truly get lost in his Service Dom headspace come nighttime

a regular occurance during such trips?

OC and Kook messed up and dizzy sharing the same bed while Yoongi's between theirs legs taking turns on making them cum

he just loves LOVES to know that his two loves are taken care of

in all aspects of life

i might actually pass away tbfh

#asks: sanguis duology #asks #yaaaridk #hcs: sanguis duology #thirsty thursday #yg thirst #jk thirst

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fatuismooches · 1 year

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Your Harbinger Christmas fic made me melt like an ice cream, especially when i read Capitano's section 😭💓🛐 the way u write him in the fic had me in tears, i love him so much 😭💞💞

I just love the thought of Capitano being this "A dangerous and powerful man who leads an entire army to a war, a man who is feared but also respected by many people and all of his foes calling him a monster in battlefield". But when he is alone with reader, he suddenly became a man that wants to be loved 😭 its funny but also really cute and sweet 🥺💓.

I can't stop thinking about "before" both Capitano and reader being together, i believe that someone like him never celebrate holiday.. He probably spend it for training himself, strategizing war tactics, etc. So of course he had no idea of how being festive. But now that they are together, seeing him finally can relax and reader teaching him few things about holidays is just makes my heart flutter (he deserves everything good 🙏😭)

About that part where reader gave him that "ugly" Christmas sweater as a joke.. It may look ugly to them, but for him its beautiful bcs its literally A GIFT from HIS S/O and i think he will cherish it forever ❤ (idk why, but i think reader will starts to feel bad and decided to give him a good one 😅).

And also, shopping with him is probably a bit funny to think of bcs its the only time both Capitano and reader argue with each other. Capitano keep insisting of carrying all of the items they bought while reader trying to tell him to give some of it to them. Also imagine him raising his hands up with all of the items effortlessly while reader trying to reach to grab one of the items from him is just funny and cute (other people are watching them too btw).

Anyways, thank you so much for always making my and everyones day better with ur fic smooches 🛐🛐🙏 i hope you have a great holiday with ur families and friends! Remember to take care yourself! And happy new year! 🎉🎊

(Before i go, remember ur fic about fragile!reader but they already dead? I can't stop imagining the angst about the Harbingers spending holidays without their s/o 🙃 okay that's all, see you!)

-🥝

I'm so glad you liked my Christmas ramblings 🥝 anon!💓💓 (When I was writing Capitano's part I was thinking of u ngl, I was like what will🥝 anon think?) AND YEWWWW I love thinking about Capitano the same way🛐 Very tough and deadly but when he's in the comfort of his lover's arms he just wants to let his guard down and succumb to them :3 And yea, he never cared for the holidays, though he always lets his soldiers go spend time with their families if they want (he's a good captain, otherwise he wouldn't be respected!) So soldiers who stay in the headquarters are used to seeing him working, but when one Christmas comes around they don't see him and they're like ??? huh?? Until later they find out he got himself a cute lil partner to finally spend time with😭💞😭💞😭💞

AND YESSS CAPITANO CHERISHES EVERY SINGLE THING READER GIVES HIM. Literally could give this man a rock with a smiley face and he'd take It so seriously. (And yes reader def gives him a nicer sweater bc they cant take him seriously in the older one😭💞) And shopping with him is so funny - he NEVER lets you carry anything, which is very gentlemanly, but you're also like!! Hey let me do something!! But he never lets you, he wants to treat you like royalty and also is slightly scared of its being too heavy🛐 I can just imagine him holding everything up high while having your grocery list in the other hand as he's trying to figure out with aisle has the item, and you're trying to tackle his arm to let the stuff down😭

Thank you 🥝 anon for your delicious brain rot I enjoyed it very much 😌 I hope you had a wonderful holidays and a great new year!! Take care of yourself too nonnie <333

(You just had to make it sad at the end...😢😢 Idek what to say... the holiday spirit would be completely dead. The only wish they had was an impossible one - for you to come back into their arms😭😭 STOPPP IM SAD NOW- unless you come to visit them in their dreams🥺 they would be so happy until they wake up and realize they were just dreaming...)

#smooches talks #🥝 anon #capitano love notes <3 #ur messages always be making my day omg😭💓#the way u love capitano sm makes me so happy

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puckgoss · 3 days

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Who is the guy holding onto Jamie’s leg

joel farabee!

i'm assuming a joke/new guy on the team hazing situation but like why would they even have those as a joke? where did they get them? i doubt they belong to one of the girls bc he has hockey butt, he'd stretch them out. must have bought them just for this/similar situations which is amusing

if he just owns those pants and wears them as a choice idek what to sayl lol but most likely a razz on the new guy thing

#j. farabee #j. drysdale #ask!#funny floral leggings is nice hazing #if only hockey dudes could stick to this kinda thing in general #maybe one day

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pinkwritings · 17 days

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I am diabetic. I like citrus ice cream. It's a treat for me I very rarely have. In my country they had this limited edition 4 part container with lemon, orange, raspberry and vanilla ice cream that was available for a few weeks (few days really bc it was a hit and sold out.) I bought one few days ago and I was very excited to have some.

Today I was feeling low and went to have some and guess what? it's gone. He ate all of it. I am so pissed, and Idek why I am posting here, I am just UPSET because it's no longer available and I want my ice cream. :( He also got mad at me when I asked about it, going 'I'll buy you a new one!!'

YOU CAN'T, IT'S NOT AVAILABLE.

I am diabetic, what if I was critically low and needed it?

Am I the asshole for being upset over ice cream?

#mochi has a mild pug obsession ( ooc )#AITA

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blacktinnedpeaches · 4 months

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nightblog

spent too long working tonight rly - by which i mean more i stayed up too late doing it if i want to stay mostly diurnal rather than i worked too many hours - its 4.21am atm + i just took some of ben's nytol so hopefully ill be asleep around 5. not great not terrible. im just happy to be feeling relatively productive + stable

still mildly confused why ive got no God Damn Money. i did have a look at my bank statement and tbh its just loads of small purchases that. so i guess if im honest im not confused lol i just wish it wasn't true

clare ( @chiomaus ) bought me a sodastream for christmas which is one of the best gifts ive ever had, literally, bc of my inability to drink water without wanting to die, and its also really nice bc ben is also encroaching upon it (in a nice way lol) like he bought 2 sodastream bottles today and i could hear him giggling to himself when he made some sodastream 7up lol it was v cute. its a nice house enrichment item

the second chess job i got was meant to start 6 days ago but (ofc..) i havent got the paperwork hahahaah aaa i got a message from one of the dudes on the council earlier like "hello sorry about this" and i was like no worries bruv (its not his fault lol its just ...systemic disorganisation... idek man). tbh it really IS no worries on my end bc i am gonna request payment at the end of jan regardless of how many hours ive worked so...

gotta do my fucking tax return this month!!!!

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amiharana · 1 year

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5, 19, and 29 for the ask game !!

(ask game from here)

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

hmm i don't think i actually have any KDJFKSDF uh but i love it when i write stuff and the word count ends in a 0 or a 5 (e.g. 1490 words). it rarely happens in the fics i write but i try so hard when i write like. discussion posts for homework to make it so that it ends in a 0 or 5.

oh another thing i'm weird about when writing is using adverbs? i read somewhere a long time ago that you shouldn't use adverbs while writing and just rephrase the sentence to say what you meant directly. i think it was talking about academic writing like an essay or research, but it stuck with me so bad that now, i naturally cringe when i write an adverb in fic. these days i'm trying to not be so weird about it because i think you can still use adverbs just sparingly LMAO idek why that sort of thinking stuck with me, because sometimes, an adverb is just the best way to write what you want to convey. just use it wisely!

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

okay so when i was little, i actually really wanted to be a fashion designer. like my parents bought me a shitty little lightbox for tracing and clothing silhouette stencils, and i kept a notebook where i pasted all of my shitty little clothing designs in (i have no idea where this notebook went). that's what baby amihan thought they were going to pursue and grow up to be, so i invested a lot of time in that as a kid (insert Does He Know? Paul Dano Meme).

but one day at my elementary school, they introduced this thing to the 4th-6th graders called "junior olympics" and it was basically just a little competition with four categories/events, those being (1) math test, (2) spelling bee, (3) oral performance, and (4) writing a story. you can see where this is going, right?

they had us all apply for at least one event and even as a kid, i hated math so i was like no ❌ to the math event, and the spelling bee and the oral performance ones made me nervous because i was very shy and introverted as a kid. that left only the writing event, so i was like yeah why not?

the writing event was basically writing as much of a story as you can within a certain allotted time, and i truthfully cannot remember what the first story i wrote was BUT what i can tell you is that i won first place each year from my 4th-6th grade years like i ate that shit up! i do remember in 5th grade, my submission for the story-writing that year was a piece in which i killed all of my teachers in fantastical ways. KJDHFKJSDJKFD like all of them got murdered on the school campus by some sort of fantasy creature, and i remember ending the story dramatically by killing the principal via got eaten by a dragon because i LOVE dragons and i was in a big dragon phase at the time (i was reading so many books with dragons in them omg). but guess who won first place? 🥳 yours truly.

and winning three times in a row really did it for me. i was like wow it is so much fun to write silly little stories and then receive validation for being a good writer 🥰 and for a while, i actually ended up wanting to pursue being a writer! in elementary school, i started getting my parents to buy me composition notebooks and regular spiral notebooks simply just to write my silly little stories in, but i never finished them or i would tear out the pages and rewrite it because (1) it wasn't good enough to me or (2) i didn't like how i wrote it. some of you have seen me post my math notes and have told me i have nice handwriting; how do you think i got such nice handwriting? 😁 from tiny 9 year old me putting in The Work carefully and painstakingly rewriting every damn word so that it came out perfect like the absolute fucking cycle path she was ☝️👹

but yeah, i still have those stacks of composition notebooks and stuff that i go through and reread every couple of years to visit my inner child; she still lives in those pages and i like to pay my respects to her. i pay homage to that kid everytime i write my silly little fanfics now 🤍

as for what came after, i started writing more and more fanfic the older i got and the more media i became interested in. if you've ever seen my ao3, i only have a few things properly uploaded but my google drive is chock full of half written fics and documents with like up to 80+ pages of informal conceptual writing. part of the reason why i don't have many finished fics is because i attended a college prep school after elementary and it just. in hindsight, i wish i never let my parents talk me into doing the entrance exam for that school 😹 i'd probably be a lot happier and more sane right now if i did. but here we are! now i'm a bio major and writing about all the creative ways a dead bird and amnesiac elf can be intimate with each other for funsies! can i get an Amen hallerlujah 🙏

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

it's probably from the undiagnosed mental illnesses and the endless uncontrollable imagination i've had since i was a child that's always outrun the cruel grasp of reality. KJDFHKSDHJFKDJS no but i just get so easily inspired by everything around me idk ☝️😳

i've talked about it before in a different ask game answer, but because i have so many different interests that are extremely unrelated to each other, i have a wide array of experiences and knowledge to pick from. the analogy i used back then was arranging all of my interests on a color wheel and picking at two opposite interests like they're complementary colors, e.g. the fact that i am a huge bts fan and am a major revalinker simultaneously. at the time of writing this, i was listening to 'daechwita' by agust d and i suddenly got this imagery of link killing his past self who's grown too arrogant to keep himself humble and it's so delicious to me. or like, i don't know how to elaborate, but just. botw link spiritually killing his predecessors so that their achievements don't drive him insane. yum.

when the inspiration well runs dry, i just take a step back from writing for a bit and let what i've already written marinate a little. i did that recently with the fic i had planned for revalink week d1 (don't get your hopes up just yet, i'm not gonna work on it until after my finals next week are over), and when i reread my outlining again i was like HMFGHMFHGMF. delicious. can't wait to work on this 😋

in terms of getting ideas, they kind of just come and go? the best way i can explain is that i'm quite literally a prophet of the revalink gods. should they desire to bequeath upon me the sacred words, then i shall gladly receive it and share the word of the gospel with you all 🤍

#ask #ask game #cryiling #I WASN'T EXPECTING TO WRITE THAT MUCH FOR THE SECOND ONE KDJHFKJSDHFJDHKS #amihan lore #yes i still use they/them pronouns but yes i refer to my younger self as she/her #that's what she used and i'm not taking that from her #she's a different person from me but treat her with respect! she's just a baby #no but fr i'm so excited to finish my revalink week d1 fic #i hope u guys will like it too 🤍

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