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angelltheninth · 5 months

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How about Siathrich x Advisor !Reader smut from The Reason Why Raeliana Ended Up At the Duke's Mansion. Yk like the reader is a widow and all

I'm surprised that the first request for this series wasn't for Noah.

Pairing: Siathrich Nurial Chamers x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, power dynamics, desk sex, praise, slight breeding kink, hair-pulling (for Reader)

A/N: if he gets a spin-off I will read it.

After the death of your husband a few years ago you threw yourself into work to support your kid and yourself, and over time managed to work your way up to the personal advisor to the current King. Well you were more than that now, so much more. You found yourself on the receiving end of his cock more often than not these days, it was always at the very end of the work day, always to release stress of the day.

It was secret for now but if it got out it wouldn't be that surprising, Siathrich had a reputation of bedding his maids after all, an Advisor wasn't out of the realm of possibility. For what it was worth you haven't heard any rumors, about you or any other woman for that matter.

"Why'd I want anyone else when I have a pretty woman right here under me." Siathrich winked at you as he leaned against your body fully, his leg balancing on the desk when it wouldn't hold him anymore. You'd hold him through, you held him against you, unbuttoning his shirt to be able to touch his naked abs and back.

"You flatter me, Highness." You hooked your leg over his hip, digging it into his back to pull him deeper inside of you. It was a risky move for sure, keeping him inside you when you were both so close.

"Trying to go for another kid? That'll get the rumors going won't it? I bet it's been a while since your pussy had cum in it. Since your late husband I bet." The truth of his words made your ears burn and your cunt clench down around his cock, wanting this despite the risk and consequences.

You tried to mumble it, "Not since I've gotten pregnant a few years ago."

"Really? That long? Not to speak ill of your late husband but it seems to me like he didn't do such a good job tending to your needs." But Siathrich did ever since this affair started. Every night without fail, making you come, making you drink his cum down your throat, not treating you like a sorry widow but a cherished lover, not treating you like you were made of glass.

"You're doing wonderfully in that regard. However you should know I have no interest in being impregnanted by you." Siathrich's hand fisted into your hair and pulled your head back to make you look at him, to make sure you weren't lying to him or yourself.

"If I were to fill you with cum day and night would you really tell me you wouldn't enjoy it?" Your pussy pulsed at the thought, your climax nearing, nails digging into his back and your leg pushing him flush against your hips.

"It'd be bad for an Advisor to lie to her King."

"Indeed. So maybe you should stop." He pushed your head forward, swallowing your moan as you came on his cock, draining him so greedily and completely, finally accepting your own desires after all this time.

#the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion #manhwa x reader #manhwa x you #manhwa imagines #manhwa headcanons #manhwa smut #manhwa x female reader #manhwa fanfic #siathrich nurial chamers x reader #siathrich nurial chamers #smut drabble

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miyaur · 1 year

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🪷 anon here

requesting a bsd Fukuzawa x fem!Reader married hcs🥹🥹

Sfw and Nsfw if it's fine with you🫶🫶

⟢ 𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ft. fukuzawa

・sypnosis. how did you get together with him? and what's life after marriage?

・notes. gasp emoji a bsd post from me?!?! also hihhihi bro!!! more than willing to make sfw/nsfw hcs!!! honestly it's lowkey hard for me to do sfw hcs by themselves LMFAO, anyways

・warnings. nsfw toward the end, nickname daddy/sir used, breeding kink

𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, what he is like in marriage?

・oddly peaceful, honestly thinking about his title annd stuff he'd be busy and stuff, and wouldn't be all that available, to your (and my) surprise, he's always there when you need it the most. probably would try his best to keep you away from his job though, it doesn't sound all that pleasing. only few people probably know about you too, like ranpo and just maybee yosano, just maybe.

・this man treats you like absolute royalty, anything, and everything about you is his favorite, most of the time is willing to try out whatever you find interest in, doesn't really like pda btw, much prefers to keep most things romantic in private, just between both of you. would probably adopt a cat with you if you want, but if you don't, that's alright too, anything you're okay with, he is too, most of the time at least. likes to feed stray animals near your shared house honestly, love all of them and probably gives some names based off what breed they are.

・oh but if you do happen to also work at the agency, he won't show much affection, because pda is not really his thing, never has been, prefers those little moments between you and him only, to be only with you and him, why does he have to share lol. plus is scared if any enemies had realized you were his weakness, being his spouse and all, that wouldn't be good at all, so he prefers to keep your relationship on the low, for your sake.

・but he does give affectionate glances, every once in a while, after all you are still his, and he's yours. next question: does he mention anything about kids? no lmao, you probably have to ask about the topic if you want him to think about it, just think. but another reason he would bring it up, is if like some lost kid just happen to be there, right beside the overly crowded place, tear stained face, every now and then glancing to the left or right, and parents probably abandoned the poor child. and you both decide to take the kid in, for a bit, 'till she finds a home, or if he tries to ask at least once about kids, but don't depend on it, even if he's good with the kid, he doesn't really bring it up. but honestly, maybe you both could adopt the little girl instead of bringing her to the adoption center, honestly, it'd be months after taking her in, that was when you both thought when should we be putting her in for adoption, or will we? you've both grown fond of her, even so by giving her a name, that you both decided on, well might as well just become her parents, officially, right?

・overall topnotch cutie as a husband, #keepbeingbbg

𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, what if he did want a kid tho haha thatd be crazy...... (yes he does)

・daddy kink, like his appearance and demeanor screams it. like he can be all vanilla and stuff, that's his usual stuff, but if you ask him to be rough, bro will go down on you. not into bdsm, he doesn't wanna hurt you at all, but if you want it.... okay....

・breeding kink, too i guess. he likes slow and sensual way more though, seeing you with his seed all up in there he just feels like ":D". that's it, but he just wants to kiss you gently, and praise your beautiful skin and everything, loves everything like that. only goes rough without your kind of request if he's been pretty stressed that though. that's where the breeding kink goes hard, like absolutey, call him sir or daddy and he'll give you as many kids as you want :)

・medium-ish sex drive though, becomes high if stressed, is what i'm thinking, probably pretty big too, girthy asf too probably. can go for ages, and ages, and ages, and ages. probably the time to lick all his cum out your hole, sometimes wants you to masturbate in front of him

・probably while he's fucking you, rough or vanilla he's gonna start asking about what the kid's name should be, also would whisper immaculate amount of praise, like almost too much, but it balances out with how good he treats your body, and the marks upon your neck and collarbone afterwards. honestly doesn't care that much for other stuff during sex, finds the moments between you both alone is more attractive than anything else. loves making you happy more than anything. praise galore btw did i mention that yet, also loves kissing you everywhere

・also likes it when you cockwarm him while he does work, and he whispers into your ear about how he's almost done, the pile of work says otherwise though. super affectionate while watching you lowkey squirm on his cock. probably caresses his hand over your belly bulge from time to time ・super vanilla, or absolute fucking rough, no in between, that's it have a good night

#bsd x y/n #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd imagines #bsd scenarios #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd fluff #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs x reader #fukuzawa x reader #yukichi fukuzawa x reader #fukuzawa smut #bsd fukuzawa

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lowkeyremi · 11 months

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𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 -> Aizawa Shota x afab!reader

➼ Sum: In short, you're fired from your main job. The worry and stress hits you while you're ugly crying outside of the building of your old workplace. You happen to meet a man who can give you a job. The question is... should you take it?

➼ Chapters: Prologue, 1

➼ Content Warning: Implied fem reader, reader has fem parts, eventual sexual content, suggestive language, all characters are aged up, eventual relationships, strippers, reader is struggling. (I'll add more as time goes on)

Prologue - I'm Fucking Losing It.

banner by: cafekitsune

"Please... I promise it won't happen again." You're on your knees in one of the halls, pleading- no begging to keep your job. It couldn't be helped though, why should you let people get handsy with you when it makes you uncomfortable?

"I'm sorry but that was your last chance. You've beaten up too many customers.. publicly at that and it's scaring away customers." Your manager says, he seems to feel for you but that frown may just be as fake as your life right now.

"But I'm your top money maker!" This is your last resort. You cannot lose this job because you don't make much at your coffee shop part-time.

"Technically, that's no longer true. Your performance has been sloppy lately, so Ami has risen and taken your spot." His words shatter what's left of your hope. Your makeup runs as you cry ugly tears. A man walks past the two of you, most likely toward the restroom. Any other time you'd be embarrassed, but right at this moment all you can feel is emptiness.

"So I'm being fired for defending myself?" You ask between sobs and sniffles.

"No, you know we wouldn't let anything happen to you. It's policy after all. You also know better than anyone that people at clubs are drunk and high even, so, of course, they're going to touch you. It's what you signed up for." He says to keep it professional.

Anger starts to seep into you. "Fuck, if that's how it's gonna be then I'll leave!" They don't deserve your service anyway.

"Ms. L/n...?" Your boss asks and you look up at him. He sees you struggling to stand because of your sore feet, these heels do you no justice. A hand is held out and you take it, trembling as you get up.

"I could recommend you to another club-" You cut him off.

"I'm good, thank you for everything you've done for me." It breaks your heart that you're leaving this place. As weird as it sounds this club was the closest thing to a home for you.

You start your walk to the backroom to get your things. Emptying your locker was the hardest. The tears start flowing again when you see the old Polaroid pictures you took with some of your coworkers who you considered to be some of your best friends.

Once changed out of your lingerie and you've packed everything you turn in everything the club let you use.

There was no way you'd say farewell to this life, it'd only make leaving it behind all the more hard. You walk outside and slump against the club's wall. You allow yourself to cry it all out.

You call your mother not sure what to do.

She picks up on the second ring, "Hello?"

"Hey.." you mumble. Your voice is hoarse due to crying.

Your mother instantly sighs, "Did you get yourself into some bullshit again?"

"Um.. yeah. Can I stay with you until I-" You're cut off by your mother's stern voice.

"Y/n, I cannot keep covering for your ass. You are twenty-six years old and every time you get into some shit you come crying to me or your father to fix it. I raised you better than that." And so the lecture begins.

"Mom please, just for a week or two.." You plead, usually she'd give in but she seems to be set on teaching you a lesson.

"No. You can call me if you need anything, but you need to get your life together. Life is not all cupcakes and rainbows. You need to learn how to deal with it. I love you but I have to go." Your mother, the one who's supposed to have your back through thick and thin is in your opinion giving up on you.

Your crying continues. What the hell are you supposed to do? Bills are due a little while from now and you work a small paying part-time.

"Shit I need to look for a job." You say sniffling.

"I could be of some assistance." A deep voice rings in your ears. You assume whoever it is is making a phone call and is not talking to you.

"You are in need of a job, correct? I could help you get into an honest line of work." The voice tries again. This time you look up to see a man with long raven hair casting down his shoulders, he has stubble covering his face alongside a few scars, and an eye patch that hides his right eye.

"Me?" You ask stoked about his appearance.

"I don't see anyone else out here crying their eyes out." He says with a hint of smugness. Wait.. how does he know you need a job?

"How did you-"

"Those walls aren't that thick." He replies somehow already knowing what you were bound to say.

"I need an assistant, I teach in a high school." The scoff that leaves your lips is inevitable.

"Teachers don't make shit, how am I supposed to pay my bills with a job like that?" Sarcasm is laced in your tone, you search his eye for any sign that he'll leave you alone but he seems determined.

"It's not just any high school. I'm a first-year teacher at UA high school, you'll be making around $20 an hour as my assistant. Also room and board is provided." Your eyes widen, now the offer is more tempting.

Looking down you get a glimpse of his prosthetic leg. "You need help because of your leg?"

"No, I could just use an extra set of hands, it seems every year the hero students get a little bit more naive." His sigh does not go unnoticed by you.

"Don't you need like a degree or something? Why are you asking an ex-stripper?" It's not even out of spite just pure curiosity.

"Usually you would, but I can get you the job. I'm asking because you seem to be struggling and if I can do something about it then I'll try to the best of my ability to make it happen."

Oh. So he's one of those people. The kind to pity anybody, you assume.

"I'm not struggling, I'm fucking losing it." The tears threaten to come back.

"What would I do?" You ask.

"Bring stuff from the printer, monitor the class, answer questions on current subjects, get coffee, other simple things like that." The calmness in his voice is a little unnerving.

"And I'd get paid $20 an hour for that?" The shock in your voice causes the man to chuckle a little bit.

"Correct. Any other questions?" His voice is smooth.

"How can you trust me? I just got fired for beating people up." You fear losing the potential job but you just had to ask.

"As you said, you were defending yourself. Your job should have considered that, even if the people are drunk that is no excuse for them to touch you when you have asked them to stop." He explains simply.

"Okay, I'll take the job.. when can I start?" This is what is crucial to you, those bills need to be paid, and getting behind would only cause you more trouble. But then again room and board is provided... would you even need to live in your crappy apartment anymore?

"Next week or the week after, I need to speak with the principal. Once everything is set straight I'll contact you about moving in." He rubs his face, and when looking into his eyes there was no way to tell what he was thinking. He looks so good though, you couldn't deny that.

"Eraserhead, a pleasure to meet you." That must be his hero name.

"Do I need some kind of code name? I'm not a hero. My stripper name was Golden Tiger." Your face flushes a little bit.

"Should've been Golden Kitten, you clearly haven't reached tiger status yet. Just give me your last name." It was clear he was teasing, his voice gave it away.

"Okay, just call me L/n then." He chuckles at your little huff of annoyance.

"Alright L/n, you think I could get your number to contact you?" That easygoing tone not leaving his voice.

You hand him your phone and you watch with interest as he types in his number. You hear a little hum escape his lips signaling he was done.

"Text me," he commands handing you back your phone. Something about the way he said that gave you goosebumps.

'Golden Tiger here.' you text biting your bottom lip. All you receive is Eraserhead shaking his head at you with a smug smirk.

"You need a ride home, Golden Kitten?" You can't even be upset when that smirk looks so good on him.

"Oh fuck off. My car's over there." You point to your ugly beige 2006 Honda Accord. (let's just pretend those still exist even tho the mha timeline is in the future)

"Is that any way to talk to someone who just got you a job?" His voice dropped an octave and you weren't sure if it was on purpose or if he was doing it unconsciously.

He looks like a tired man anyone wouldn't consider being attracted to but something about this man is drawing you in.

Instead of responding to his question, you ignore it, "I'm leaving."

You push yourself off the wall that hasn't been cleaned since who knows when. You'd forgotten that your feet were sore because of Eraserhead's presence but they reminded you of the pain.

Eraserhead mumbled something that sounded like 'be careful' but it wasn't certain, you already started limping to your car in pain.

Once situated you shut your eyes and let out a sigh.

"As cliché as this is, I'm glad my life is starting to work out a little bit." Your statement was heard by no one but yourself. When pulling out of the parking lot you play some music to prevent yourself from being left alone with your thoughts.

➼ AN: And that's a wrap for the prologue. I hope it's okay, this story came out of no where tbh. I'm not sure on how long I want it to be yet. I'm working on being more detailed in my writings. Also this is NOT beta read yet, bc I need to find someone to be my beta reader. Feel free to like, reblog, and comment! <3

#bnha #mha #aizawa #mha aizawa #aizawa shōta #shota aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #bnha aizawa #eraserhead #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shota #shota aizawa x reader #multi chap #multi chap fic #multi fic #post bnha wars #aizawa x y/n

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electronicdelusionstarlight · 9 months

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You know, I was just thinking about the UA entrance exam.

Specifically, how terribly designed it is, but not for the reason they seem to give in the story itself.

Like, here's how it is: Aizawa is shown criticising the UA Entrance Exam once, during the Sports Festival. And the ONE criticism he makes, is that the use of Robot enemies during the exam would disproportionately affect people whose Quirk work against biological opponents, essentially.

His one criticism, is that the exam is not designed to also cater to people like him, and that's it. The way therefore it's set up, it'd be logical to assume he'd ask for a restructuring to the exam to remove the Robots and substitute them with live enemies, possibly Ectoplasm clones.

This is never brought up again, aside from maybe a stealth bring up during the mid term exams when they switch the exam from fighting robots to fighting teachers.

The exam is, and I just got to it myself while watching this video about how Copaganda paints police training and the relative risk police officers face on the job, set up in a very specific environment:

An empty town, where what is essentially a murder spree is taking place. The ONLY entities in the place, outside of fellow examinee, are robots that have been literally designed to attack everyone on sight, and that need to be destroyed to pass. The points granted from saving people are hidden, so they can be more "genuine" of course, and are, ultimately, also part of the problem.

Because here's the fucking thing.

When the fuck is that ever going to happen.

When the fuck, is a superhero, after their 5 years of Hero training in high school, then entering the work force without a need for a decree in higher education, ever going to find themselves in an environment where they can use LETHAL FORCE on civilian targets? With no restraint or care for collateral damage?

And where they are ENCOURAGED to kill as many criminals as they can, and NOT collaborate with other heroes? Because that's another thing, you need to steal points from other people to pass, by culling the number of limited robots, much like heroes are paid by the arrest and by popularity.

You do understand how fucked up that starts to sound right? The other, the enemy, is reduced as a caricature Droid from star wars, there only to kill and destroy, and against whom your only TWO methods of defeat are outright destruction or sneak attacks on their off buttons.

And here's the cherry on the shit too, because, AGAIN, when is that EVER going to be the case?

Do you know how many heroes show up in the first villain attack in BNHA?

Five.

Two are engaging a purse snatcher, three are doing crowd control, the Slime Villain, who may I remind you was guilty of robbery at a convenience store before he got the hostage, gets THE NUMBER ONE HERO, as well as those same FIVE heroes involved, of which only BACKDRAFT is actually doing anything.

Now, imagine you are a hero school, and you produce 40 heroes a year, just like every other hero school out there. How many of those heroes will see active duty, if the rate of crimes demand FIVE heroes to react to ONE criminal?

And people will say "but EDS, this mentality is later rewarded when All Might retires and it all falls to shit," Except NOT REALLY, because that's an externally forced situation caused by, and I can't stress this enough, a hundreds of yeas old NEET boomer who read too many Doctor Doom comics as a kid and decided to become a supervillain, the riots, the open air warfare, is only caused by AFO forcing the hand and inciting popular unrest, which is an unrealistic thing to expect off any society.

In one of the movies, Class 1-A is sent to open an hero agency on a small island with barely a village on it. 20 Heroes. Until the movie truly picks up, the best they do is help kittens from trees, and Bakugou, the sort of person for whom the Entrance Exam was designed, is useless, left in his tent like Achilles, the perfect cowboy cop who peeked in highschool and didn't realize just how much paperwork and dead time his dream job actually entailed.

So that's the ACTUAL Issue with the entrance exam. It take no account for any other mean to beat the robots but brute force, it takes no account for collateral damage, or the sanctity of life of your opponents, and it tests nothing but how good at ending lives you are.

Which is a problem when you're picking future heroes.

#mha critical #ua critical #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #UA Entrance Exam #bnha critical

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lonepantheress · 10 months

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♡ txt as summer jobs

pairing: ot5!txt

genre: crack

warnings: completely unserious.

a/n: my inspiration? work has been kicking my ass and i thought it'd be funny if a shitty summer job kicked their ass too! will be updating with a REAL FIC so soon

Yeonjun

Works everywhere and is somehow always broke

It starts to freak you out

Like you see him as your cashier getting ice cream

And then he’s stocking shelves at the store and you’re like, “Oh, that’s weird..”

And then he’s your waiter at a restaurant

And you’re like, “?????”

He’s all cute and nice and hates his job(s) and is like, “I’m saving for a car!”

But he can blow through a paycheck in like a week.

If he’s your coworker omg I could imagine him being the coolest person ever.

Willing to pick up shifts, is fun to talk to when it isn’t busy, and gets shit done when it is.

I don’t see him being like the manager type, but the type that all the managers love even when he’s being super lazy just because he’s charming.

Soobin

Really sweet barista at Starbucks

The type that you run and tell your friends about after you see him because he’s so attractive and so nice

He hates his job though.

I could see him not being a manager but instead being a “team leader” which is basically a manager in training wheels.

Always stressed. Always saying, “I think I’m going to quit soon”

His ass is NOT quitting soon

Like- if he quit, his coworkers would probably cry

Constantly cleaning because he’s constantly knocking things over.

Any embarrassing customer experience? He can safely say he’s had it

Really good at saving his money well

Like… suspiciously good.

Beomgyu

Works at like Forever 21 or something

And using “work” here loosely because he never shows up

How he isn’t fired a month in? Who knows.

A stickler for his job title too

“Oh, so you’re like a cashier at-”

“I’m actually a style consultant.”

He’s just a cashier with a fancy name.

He will hide in between clothing racks and play on his phone or chit-chat with someone else

And if he’s on register, he’s really not paying attention to his surroundings

“Hi, are you able to check me out?”

“What..”

“Like, can I pay here?”

“OH, YES, RIGHT! I WORK HERE!”

Will tell customers all the workarounds and codes and coupons they can stack without them even having to ask.

His giving out company secrets will probably get him fired before him never doing his job.

Taehyun

Works at some fast food spot and wins management over in like a week.

So efficient, so smart, so practical, he gets promoted in record time

the embodiment of this meme I'm sorry

He’s genuinely very good at his job and not necessarily proud of it, just good at it.

And he’s only so good because he uses common sense.

The old ladies that come in love him and are like, “You remind me of someone I knew when I was in high school!”

Will not cover any shifts for the LIFE of him, he would actually prefer you call out before asking him to cover your shift for you

He’d also be so annoying to couponers. It’d basically become a battle of who knows the company policy better

GOD at saving money. Has a 401k and retirement and college fund.

Kai

Game stop employee

Like if you’re buying a game that he knows, you’re stuck for another half hour listening to him talk about it

He gets in trouble for stashing away things that get sold out quickly for himself

He’s actually so sweet to the nerdy little kids in the store

But he also would tell their parents, “This game has a lot of violence and gore btw!!!!!” before they buy it for their kid

As a coworker would have the most fucked up inconsistent schedule

Shows up every day for 2 weeks in a row

And then disappears

And then shows up every day again and you’re like “hello???”

Would initiate the oddest small talk ever while the store is empty

“Do you ever wonder if a little pebble in your shoe is actually your toe rolling around?”

“No….”

“Yeah, me neither.”

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amayalul · 6 months

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Simon Riley x OC

I have this particular idea of a new "controversial" recruit to Task Force 141.....

When Price announced a new member to the force, the boys didn't know how to feel about someone joining the group so late in the game.

She's a damn good recon sniper with sharp focus and precision. Standing at 5'3, a cascade of curly hair, and a bright smile, she was the last person they'd suspect to be hand-picked by Laswell.

Meet Sunny

@/matyasweenting on ig

Off put by her seemingly sweet and cutesy personality, they were doubtful of her capabilities. In the end, they trusted Laswell's judgement but that didn't stop their questioning.

Was she able to keep up with them? Last several hours on a highly stressful and physically demanding mission? Does she even have enough experience?

It wasn't until your first mission together, you were perched up high on a hill. Having eyes on the guards protecting the warehouse, within a matter of minutes, you had cleared the surrounding area. 'Outside is clear. You're free to move in.' Thanks to her, they got inside without disturbance and raided the building with ease.

With the big information they had found in the warehouse, everyone loaded into the van with high spirits. The mission was successful and smooth sailing.

Gaz drove the van back to base with Price in the front while Soap, Ghost, and Sunny were sat in the back. It was a quiet ride for the most part, with faint sound of radio static and the occasional jolt of a bump in the road.

You were spent by the time you got back to base. Lugging out your sniper from the trunk of the van, you tried to make your exit for the night before spotting a certain skull mask wearing man behind you.

'uh- good job out there.' he said with a hint of nervousness in his cold monotone voice Almost as if someone held him at gunpoint and forced him to say it.

She smiled up back at him, 'Thanks LT!'

God. Her smile.

If only he knew what was in store for them....

Get to Know Her...

Interests:

Has an obsession with cats. she has a plethora of cat themed items scattered around her apartment and in her barracks. Will bring up her two rescues, Walter and Margaret any chance she gets.

When she miraculously has any sort of free time, she is crocheting. Whether it be ridiculous little hats and outfits for Walter and Margaret, she is always carrying a little ball of yarn.

Reading is one of her favorite pass times! Her two set genres are horror 👹🩸🔪 and romance 🥰💗💐 no in between. Going from Stephen King to the most smuttiest, filthiest, most sensual romance book that leaves you thirsting over a fictional man 😭 (she's one of us y'all)

If there is one topic she could ramble on forever about, it's music. Yes, it'd be cliche to say she listens to just about everything, but she really does! From jazz, rock, metal, indie, and goth, she listens to it all. Some of her favorite bands/artists of all time are Cocteau Twins, Jeff Buckley, The Cure, Smashing Pumpkins, Chet Baker, and Slowdive.

omfg. im always insecure about my writing but i just had to get this idea written down. didn't even proofread

let's hope i don't cave and delete it 😭 she's kinda based off me so it'd suck if y'all didn't like her lmao

#task force 141 #my oc <3 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #cod mw2 #task force 141 x reader #ghost x oc #simon riley x oc

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letstalktea · 1 year

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Content: amab!medical student!Harper, afab!doctor!reader, dubious consent, hypnosis, medical play, vaginal fingering, mind break

Word Count: 2.2k

You looked over his charts one line at a time. There weren't any abnormalities or concerns. If anything, he was too healthy. Honestly, that was probably for the best given that he was only a few months from finishing his residency, which would really take the piss out of him. Soon he'd have to manage his own caseloads without someone there to help when things got tricky, so it was best he had the mental and physical aptitude to deal with the stress. Hopefully he wasn't one of the many, many doctors that picked up smoking in order to cope. It'd be a shame to ruin those healthy lungs of his.

"The good news is that everything looks good," you told him as you leaned back in your seat. "Same old, same old. You're fit as a fiddle and everything is working right as rain. Your vitals are good, although your heart rate is a little high. Nothing dangerous, but you should probably focus on your cardio a little more."

"Really?" He grabbed a pen from the edge of your desk. "Mind if I fidget?"

"Go ahead." You knew it was a habit of his. He wasn't your only patient who needed something in his hands while he spoke.

But he was the only one that insisted on tapping it against your desk. The slow, rhythmic pattern reminded you of the clock ticking in the background of your office. Steady, calculated, and easy to let fade into the back of your mind without a second thought.

"Of course, the lab still needs to run your blood and urine samples, but I doubt anything out of the ordinary will be found."

"I hope not," he said with his tapping serving as a kind of metronome for his words. "I'd hate to learn I have an issue right before I start a new job."

"Oh? Did you get an offer?" You knew he was looking since he seemed to update you every time he visited, but this was the first time you'd heard about an actual offer.

"As a general practitioner."

"Congratulations." You were genuinely excited for him, even if the sudden tiredness in your head made it hard to express the sentiment. "Where is it?"

When he said the name of the hospital and the town where it was located, you didn't recognize it.

"It's a small town; a blink and you'll miss it kind of place. I used to live there when I was younger."

"So you're going back to your childhood home? You must be excited." Again, you felt an uncharacteristic wave of exhaustion wash over you.

"In a way, I suppose I am. They've already promised me a rather… generous position because of my other talents. But in other ways," his eyes looked you over, lingering far too long on your chest as a small smile crept across his face, "I'm anxious."

You nodded. "That's normal. Moving from your residency to a full position can be nerve-wracking, but you'll do fine. Just keep a level head and do what you think is best for your patient."

"Are you sure, Doctor?" The background noise seemed to fade out as he spoke, leaving only his voice spinning in your head.

"Do you have any doubts in yourself, even after all the work you've already done?"

He chuckled. "No doubts, per se. I still have a few concerns though. Would you mind helping me through them?"

His voice burrowed deep into your mind, drowning out even the one in your own head. Whatever he said, it felt like they were your own thoughts. But… it made sense, what he was saying.

If he needed help, weren't you the best person to turn to? After all, you were his doctor. You and he had a semi-casual, if albeit professional, relationship.

"What do you need help with?"

His eyes sparkled with mischief for a split moment, but you quickly put it out of your mind. "I'm still not entirely confident with my ability to conduct an examination, especially when it comes to female patients."

"That's a rather large concern given that's a basic skill all doctors should have." It was the very thing you'd just done for him.

"I'm aware." He sighed. "If only someone more knowledgeable could walk me through it to make sure I know exactly what I'm doing."

"Would you like to practice with me?" The words were pulled out of your mouth before you could process them.

As soon as they were spoken, they felt wrong. You couldn't quite place it, but the offer left a bad taste in your mouth. Still, it sounded right to your ear. After all, you were a doctor. You knew exactly what he needed to do and could guide him through it step-by-step. Plus, he trusted you. Who better to learn from than you ?

Still, there was a sinking feeling in your stomach that made you question yourself.

But all your doubts faded off somewhere far away as he placed a hand against your shoulder and stared down at where you still sat. "Thank you, Doctor." When had he gotten up? When did the noise in the room disappear? Why did you feel so weird?

"I feel like I should look the part before we begin." He pulled you up to stand on your own feet, unwrapped the stethoscope from around your neck, and helped remove your lab coat before putting it on himself. It didn't quite fit his frame, but it looked right draped over him. "What do you think? I look like someone you should obey."

"Yeah," you agreed without hesitation.

"Good," he hissed as he claimed the seat you had just been sitting in. "Go ahead and strip everything so we can start the examination."

"Traditionally, you would leave the room while your patient undresses. You'd also allow them to keep their underwear and provide a gown for them." Everything you said was the truth, but the throbbing and spinning in your head you felt as you contradicted him made you feel like you were saying something wrong.

"I know that, but this is supposed to be educational. It's better if I see everything." He smirked as he tapped your pen, but you couldn't hear it hitting the desk. All you could hear was him.

And you agreed with what he was saying.

If you were going to help him get more comfortable with examinations, you needed to show him everything from start to finish.

Your fingers fiddled with the buttons running up your midsection until your shirt came loose and you could pull both sides of the fabric apart to let your chest breathe, then you dropped it to the ground. Your black slacks were the next thing you undid, pulling out one leg then the other to let the pants pool on the floor beneath you right beside your top.

Harper inhaled sharply at the sight of you standing in front of him in nothing more than your bra and underwear. He leaned back as his legs spread and a hand came to rest between them. It was when he started rubbing himself while staring directly at you that you realized just how clearly unready he really was. After all, how could he expect to work with female patients if this was his reaction to something so mundane as seeing them semi-nude?

"Continue," he ordered through shaky breaths. "Take off everything before we start."

You reached around behind your back to unhook your bra. The straps went slack so you could peel it off and toss it in the pile with everything else. Then, it was quick work to finish up by hooking your thumbs into your waistband to pull off your panties.

You stood straight before him now completely naked. "Do you know what comes next?"

"Yeah." He was still rubbing the bulge forming in his pants as his eyes flickered across your entire body. "Sit on the table."

It was cold as you took a seat on the paper covered exam area. You were sitting a little higher than Harper now, giving him an eye level view of the space between your legs.

You were a professional, but something about this was embarrassing. All you were doing was helping train him, but the way his eyes ate you up felt predatory. You didn't want him to keep staring. You wanted to get down, get dressed, and scream at him for reasons you couldn't understand.

"Calm down and open your legs wider."

As soon as he said that, all of your anxieties melted away. It was just an exam. You had no reason to be nervous. He was just doing what he was supposed to when he looked you over. This was exactly what you had offered to help him with.

You obeyed and spread your legs further apart allowing the cool air of the small room brushed over your sex.

"I need to see deeper. Spread your pussy for me."

You tsk'd at his vocabulary even as you did as he said and used your fingers to open yourself up for him. "It's a labia. You're going to be a doctor. Call it by its proper name so there's no confusion when you talk to a patient."

"I think we should use layman terms so our patients understand us better." Harper chuckled low in his throat as he stood from your chair, showing off the bulge straining against his pants at he came to his full height. He grabbed a pair of purple gloves from the disheveled box on your desk and slipped them on as he repositioned himself between your legs.

His hot breath ghosted over your clitoris as he closely examined you. "Go ahead. Call it a pussy."

Again, your head was swimming.

"You look wonderful. We should make sure everything works down here though," he said with a smirk on his face as you looked down at him. "This will feel good."

Slowly, he began to rub his gloved fingers over your slit, teasing your folds and prodding at your twitching hole. Your legs began to tremble with only the simplest of touches, as if every part of you was suddenly hypersensitive. Every place he touched sent a hot jolt straight to your brain that had you restraining a cry of pleasure in order to keep your professionalism in tact.

"Don't hold back." He moved his fingers up to stroke your hot, swollen clit in small circles. "Tell me what you're feeling so I can do a proper examination."

"Yes," you sighed in rapture as you dropped the last of your defenses at his command. "My pussy feels hot. You're making me so wet that I can't think."

"Thank you for the feedback." He breathed heavily as he spoke, just before shoving the first of his fingers inside of your heat. "I need to test your stamina, so don't cum. You'll want to though."

"Yes!" You tossed your head back and tried not to roll your hips against his hand.

He was so thorough as he pumped his finger deep inside of you, twisting it around to scrape at your inner walls and massaging any place that had you whining for more. He was so careful with everything he did, but no matter how amazing it felt your body couldn't come. It was tortuous.

"What do you think of my skills, Doctor? Am I ready to see my own patients?"

You nodded. "You're amazing. After this, you shouldn't be nervous about your skills. You're going to be a great doctor."

"Thank you for the compliment." He shoved another finger inside of you and it felt like heaven and hell were fighting over your body.

"Your pussy is always so pretty," he mumbled as he leaned in to bury his face against your abdomen and run his tongue over your greedy clit. "Thank you for working so hard to train me."

That… didn't sound right. You were his doctor, but this was the first time you'd offered to help him.

Wasn't it?

"Instead of cumming, you'll go limp. Then we'll start the last part of your exam."

Fuck it.

You didn't care if you were forgetting something right now. Harper was doing such a good job at making sure your pussy worked that you didn't care. You were proud of him putting everything he'd learned in medical school to good use.

That's why you didn't fight it when your muscles suddenly stopped working and you fell backward against the exam table. It felt too good to worry or question anything.

You wanted to pout when he slipped his fingers out of your hole, but you couldn't muster the ability to. Instead, all you could do was watch as he stood up between your legs and removed the gloves coated in your juices.

"I'm going to miss you, Doctor," he said as he reached down and unzipped his pants to free his throbbing cock. "I need to use this to reach even deeper and make sure you really are healthy. It's perfectly normal to feel good during this exam, so don't worry if you end up cumming once or twice."

Then, he shoved himself inside of you and you could only feel endless pleasure and he rubbed along your soft, squishy, sensitive walls and overwhelming pride in just how dedicated he was to being the best soon-to-be doctor he possibly could. If this is what he was going to be like in his own practice, you knew he'd be someone of great renown.

#h2ho #a cool drink of water #degrees of lewdity #harper the doctor #dol harper #tw hypnosis #tw dubious consent #tw doctors #tw mindbreak

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vampirevatican · 3 months

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Nothing's new...

pairing - judd birch x fem!reader

genre/tags - angst, break-up, moving on, time lapse, reader is burn out gifted kid

summary - Judd was so caring yet drastically different from you. It wasn't like he didn't have life plans but it didn't align with yours, or outsiders would say. You put it off, did your best to ignore it. Though some nights you couldn't avoid it, so you reasoned that as long as you were together... in any form, way or sense of the word then you were happy. One thing, you forgot to factor in how he'd feel, the weight of what he meant and how he'd handle that. It'd be fine right? It had to be.

notes - 954 words. based on this idea. idk, i just think it's fun to analyze a character way past what's given on the screen. is it giving 'you were a wonderful experience.'/'you were... everything'? because i need it to. apologies to it being so fast paced and maybe half baked? i just rly wanted to finish this and my love for him went... poof

req. tags - @rosaprep

Driving back home something constantly nagged at you, Judd, or mainly your relationship with him. You've been together for a couple years, he's seen you through highschool and the first two years of college. He always kept you away from trouble but whenever things were safe he'd tell you all about his misdemeanors. He really wasn't a menace, but he was no saint either. Your boy wasn't the type to follow societal expectations and would rather bend those rules as much as possible instead of bending himself. He never understood why you did it, but understood that it just worked for you. So he cheered you on when you went off to college and he stayed back doing vocational school. By the time you were on your second year he already had a job. You were so proud and happy for him, but after a dinner date as celebration you thought about how your lives would ever intertwine.

You worked so hard making sure he always had a place somewhere in your life that at this point you couldn't loose him, and now you were wondering why that is. As you check your phone in your parents driveway, you check your phone.

emo boy 🖤: 'hey. nice you're back.'

you: 'nice to be back. did you want me over now or ltr.'

emo boy 🖤: 'as soon as you unpack.'

emo boy 🖤: 'please.'

It took most of junior year of high school to freshman year of college to get this proud bastard to say please and thank you but he did, even if it was just for you. Despite your smile, that nagging thought came back. 'Why do I need him so bad.' It felt like you knew the answer but it felt so wrong to admit it.

you: 'yes sir 🫡'

You tossed the phone into the passenger seat with your purse and put your hands in your face. You love Judd, you really do. There's so much more to him than just some form of rebellion or new and exciting thing, but you couldn't deny it anymore. 'He's the break in the chain.' Then you hop out and get everything settled before seeing your boyfriend again.

Something was up with her. As I held her close, chin resting on top of her head and I rubbed her back she just held me tighter. I figured it had to be school. I've seen her stress out before, just for her to pull it all together and make it. She'd make a B look like the end of the world when school started, and by the middle to end she was exhausted. I liked seeing her stop caring sometimes. Not because I'd want her to fail but she was way too hard on herself, so if she ever did seriously fall behind on something I'd help pick her back up. This was different though.

Judd never understood why you were with him. His self esteem wasn't complete shit but he had heard enough romcom bullshit plots from Leah that you two matched the good girl and bad boy trope. When he thought about it, she wasn't wrong. He knew that if he went to college then it'd be specifically to try and burn a hole in his parents pockets. They'd cheer him on, mainly Elliot, for whatever the hell he did so it didn't matter to him. Though, college was a very big thing for you. He remembered you lowering expectations and tossing out your own dreams to please your parents. You were so pissed that they wouldn't let you just run off to California, and you settled for defying them by picking a major you wanted. Two years in, you were doing what you loved but at what cost? Just to leave that university with a piece of paper that said you stuck out four years of stress?

He looks down at you while you tried to cuddle even closer to him and he smiled. 'It's like she wants us to melt into each other,' and that thought alone spurred on questions of why. Not like it wasn't nice or anything like that. Though the only time you did this was when there was a lot on your mind, usually doubts. "What's wrong." He didn't pull away, or force you to look at him, his voice was steady and even, as he looks at you, the person he cares so much for. Seeing a head shake he could feel it in his gut that it was something about their relationship, about him.

Whenever you got quiet it was enough to make him worry, to question how long you two would last. He knew that you loved him but in moments like this it made him wonder if you still did. As the break went on he saw you less, and if you ever picked up the phone it was like your voice was hiding something.

"Are you thinking about breaking up with me."

That was the sentence to end everything between you two. You tried to tell him no but it only lead to him asking why. He had already heard enough from his family and friends about how he's not good enough. That you two paired together didn't make any sense but somehow it worked. He just wanted to hear it from you.

It's been years since that break up, but ever since that day you haven't felt a thing. You haven't felt anything at it's peak positive because now everything was the same. Even seeing him again at a bar didn't feel the same. You were both cordial with each other, he still bought you drinks, laughed with you, but it was all bitter sweet now.

#judd birch x reader #judd birch angst

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piratefishmama · 10 months

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umm what about how strong eddie is though? isnt that typically an alpha thing in abo?

first of all, polite reminder, we put dashes/slashes in a/b/o cause it's a slur without them.

now for the main bit.

Tehnically yes. Strength is a big alpha trait, which is why i said they have many attributes that could ambiguously go into either column, BUT, i also like to headcanon Omegas as being strong when they need to be.

They gotta protect pups if they're alone, protect themselves, they not defenseless by any means.

They're tough in high stress situations, they have bursts of adrenaline laced strength, like when a mother lifts a car off her kid, shit like that. so in stressful situations, like idk, being cornered in a boat house, that strength would kick in to protect himself.

Plus they can build their strength like any normal human. The gym exists. Exercise exists. They're not animals, they're humans but with more animalistic traits.

As an Omega, In high stress environments, Eddie will fight, Omega's are not weak, that is a stereotype and falls into the 'masculine/feminine' strength debate, they both have their strengths and their weaknesses in different situations.

like in Nest, I keep mentioning that Eddie nearly mauled his uncle, or that it'd be a literal bloodbath if another alpha other than Steve were to try and take over Steve's job.

Thats not the alpha hurting Eddie.

Thats a stressed Omega tearing an Alpha to shreds for daring to enter its territory. They're not weak, they're not defenseless. They're deeply underestimated and dangerous under the right circumstances.

Omegaverse isnt as black and white 'ME STRONG U WEAK' as some people like to think it is.

#pirateanswers #cw: a/b/o

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Hi!!! I’m really glad you started writing again bc I love love love your stories!! I was wondering if you could do a joe quinn x reader where the reader is a nurse and they’ve only been together for a couple of months and she knows how tired and overwhelmed Joe is from doing press, cons, business,… so she doesnt like bothering him with the fact that work is killing her and that she’s so tired and exhausted but one day one of her patients dies unexpectedly and she just breaks down in front of him after keeping it in for months xxx from a stressed out nurse who just wants to be held sometimes when stuff like that happens xxx thank you :))

Oh, hi angel, thank you so much for reading my stories so far.

You're my first request and you don't know how much I mentally kicked my feet in the air when I saw this. Your wish is granted, I hope your week is good and less stressful honey x

Warnings: sadness from reader, mentions of death, but fluff and our soft boy Joe saving the day in the end

Word Count: 1.5k

Worth it. Joseph Quinn x Reader Short Story Request

Being a frontline healthcare professional is a difficult job, but when your boyfriend happens to be a breakout upcoming celebrity in the making it's hard to vent your bad days and negative thoughts when he's either not around to listen or has had a bad time himself. You and Joe had only been dating a couple of months, but you had quickly started to learn that when he did see you after a few days or weeks of his work, he was either exhausted or his brain was in overdrive elsewhere.

He had since returned from Paris after finishing an event at the Dior fashion week and then quickly being whisked away to complete his campaign with the company for their new product 'Gris Dior'. In the space of one weekend, he'd put his heart and soul into getting everything right and impressing the high-end fashion chain directors and the fans that would of practically of ran in front of a moving vehicle to be next to him - so it was only understandable when he'd text you saying he'd landed that he would be on one hand over exhausted from the days before but on the other hand, panicking because he still needed to make time for you. You didn't care about what you did with the time you spent together, you merely would've sat there in silence, as long as you had him next to you.

After a couple of days between him landing and fitting in the people he needed to before he was to be then going back to America to do yet more press tours for his new movie, you had been busy with two severely long shifts at a hospital in Central London. You never liked to hound Joe with your work issues due to the fact he had enough himself. But that one particular Wednesday evening, had brought more than enough anxiety and pain as it would anybody, your first patient and someone you had grown particularly fond of had suddenly passed away. How you had gotten through that shift was a blur or some form of miracle. It'd happened within 2 hours, and you'd still had 10 hours to go, maybe it was the fact you had been kept busy with your other patients to even dwell.

As you entered your apartment after the shift was over, with no warning whatsoever, the tears began to fall. You shut the door and held yourself at the other side of it. As if by magic your phone began to buzz, as you fetched it out of your pocket and looked down, the blurry sting of tears held amongst your eyelids. You made out the name 'Joey <3' Clearing your throat immediately to mask any sign of sadness, you answered.

"H-Hello." You cleared your throat once more.

"Hi love, I missed you, how're you?"

"I'm okay...I" before you could even finish, you were interrupted.

"You wouldn't believe it, I'm being rushed to a shoot, I've been back in the country a mere 48 hours and I'm already back in demand. I know I wanted this but it's harder work than I thought."

You sniffled down the other end, nodding along to his words. He didn't need to know anything; you were just there to listen to him and make sure he was ok. You knew you'd get over it, being in the profession you're in, you're going to see plenty of deaths and unruly events. However, your breath was hitching, and you couldn't muster a single word.

"Y/N, are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just listening to you. Go do your thing, sweetie but most importantly stay you, miss you." Your smile was faltering but you put your best happy voice on and pretended everything was okay.

A couple of months had passed since that inevitable day. The short time spent with Joe, your poker face had clearly served you well as he didn't notice a thing wrong. You still hadn't gotten over it, in fact the anxiety had grown. You loved your job; you loved the people you worked with. You adored the majority of patients in your care - but that didn't make some of the shit you had to deal with any easier. The first weekend you'd had off in a while saw you and Joe spending it together. He'd returned from America, and you already knew his brain was exceeding his limits, from the expected buzz and clearly the jet lag and exhaustion of his profession. Laid out between his legs and in his arms on the sofa, you could tell something was on Joe's mind. Leaning up you simultaneously gazed into each other's eyes.

"I love you Y/N, sorry I've been away so much lately, I feel bad for not being able to be with you."

You managed a deep sigh. "Just makes our time more special together, right? I knew this was what life would be like and don't get me wrong I miss you so much when you're gone, but I know this is it, I'm your escape from work and you're mine. I love you, Joe."

Your heart began to race increasingly, and you could feel your worry rising. You felt like a hypocrite in the end sentence of your previous statement. As the previous memories of the death you had held in all this time and the stress of long hours at work had really started to get to you. Your mum was an easy target to vent to, but Joe was somewhat your comfort blanket and although you didn't want to bother him, in that moment of him staring back at you, he could see the hurt wallowing in your eyes. The wall had broken, and he could read you like a book; then that was it you broke. The tears were violent as you stopped looking at him and held your hands to your face and sobbed.

"Baby, oh my god what's wrong. I knew something was wrong, talk to me, holy shit." He turned you over, so you were laying your stomach on him in one swift motion and that was it. Putting your head down and leaning your cheek on his chest, you unleashed a small explanation of months' worth of repented stress.

"My first patient died a while back, I'm still devastated. I only spoke to them the night before and they were okay, 2 hours into my shift the night after, they were gone Joe. Just gone. Work is so hard, the demand and stress that is needed from me all of the time and I feel like I have to be in several places at once or I'm a failure and the short breaks I get to collect my thoughts aren't enough and when you're not here I hate it. I don't want to bother you because I know you've got enough on your plate and..."

Joe shushed you fast, that was all he had needed to hear in that moment, you could hear the slight crack in his heart matching yours. He cradled you for a few seconds. He had no idea that he had been wrapped up in his own stress that you were facing your own demons.

"Woah hold on, bothering me? I'm your boyfriend. Regardless of my stress, don't ever think you're bothering me. I'm always here to listen to you, day or night, wherever I am Y/N. I don't ever want you hurting, please do not ever hide your feelings like that from me again. You listen to my shit all the time and you think you'd be bothering me if you were to have a bad time? Baby, I'm more offended that you'd think that." Joe lifted your face to meet his eyes once more. The brown in them so sparkly and so full of hurt knowing you were the one hiding it from him just not to bother him. He lifted you up more towards him and motioned at your lips as he planted a soft kiss on your lips. "Do not hesitate to tell me a thing, love. I want nothing but for you to be happy. I'm here for you, always Y/N. I love you so god damn much."

"I love you."

"No more hiding from me, promise?" He held out his pinkie finger.

You let out a slight comforting giggle as he wiped your tears away with his other hand and let out his most gorgeous smile. You linked your pinkie around his.

"I promise."

For the rest of the evening, he held you. He held you so tight and you knew you felt safe and secure for that moment. The weight off of your shoulders was not completely gone but disappearing from offloading your troubles to Joe. It was perfect. He was perfect. From then on you silently vowed to let him know whatever troubled you, especially if it was going to end in feeling the entirety of love that radiated off of your perfect man when he held you. If you had to go through it all again which you more than likely would have. The end game was this. It was worth it.

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heckthis-heckallofthis · 2 months

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How I think the Friends cast would act drunk

Squad leader: Canonically he's mentioned he lets loose a lot more when he's had a few drinks, and he's once boasted about how strong he was during a small party in Bar Histamines (overly exaggerated too). I like to imagine he just straight up forgets what social anxiety is. No longer is he bound to the shackles of stressing if a specific behavior he does makes him look weird.

2145: I think he probably has a high tolerance, but if he does drink enough he would probably just sleep. Big nap time for him. His eyes stay open but trust me he is napping. You can't get him up unless you offer him bacteria or he finishes processing the alcohol

IM1235: Canonically she gets a little ditzy and can barely tell friend from foe, you could be scolding her and getting mad at her and she'd still be very happy to talk to you and listen to you. She also passes out but it's a little after she's done being silly.

3033: He has no more filter. He says whatever and goes off about what he's thinking about at that moment. "They overwork us TOO MUCH, I need a holiday right NOW" or he starts rambling about how bacteria tastes bad, or talking about the killer T cells being incompetent and stupid. Usually he will at least keep it to himself but no more, his temper is more explosive than normal.

Dendritic cell: If you let him sew during this period he will probably make the most fucked up looking bacterium you've ever seen, he still thinks he's doing a good job. He's canonically just allowed a naive t cell to activate while he's drunk, so he probably does whatever without considering the consequences.

M cell: M cells probably just in general have a high tolerance. It'd be funny if he absolutely forgot about his depression and just actually started being normal about things. Something unlucky happens to him and he's like "why do I feel like I'm supposed to say something self deprecating right now." He cannot walk in a straight line, constantly bumps into things but never acknowledges the fact that he did, and if he falls over he might just sleep then and there. Right on the floor.

Eosinophil: Probably still has a little anxiety left in her body, gets shaken up by the littlest of things, IM1235 accidentally bumps into her and she jumps. She probably jitters a little, you ask her if she's cold and she does the "Huh?… no I'm not" brain lag.

B cell: He will start flirting with a plant in the corner of the room, when you tell him about it he goes "Well if they are then they gotta be the most gorgeous plant out there." Even in this state he will still insist on taking care of Memory cell, despite him not even being able to locate where exactly he is.

Memory cell: I don't think any part of him changes, he still messes up names (other than B cell) and he still is his old man old self.

NK: She is practicing her sword fighting skills with some other immune cell, she is doing a bad job but she still insists that she needs to or else what if something bad happens??? Who will protect all these innocent cells?? (Other immune cells who aren't out of commission but that will not convince her)

RegT: Solitaire gaming off the charts on her, she's clicking 6cps and will not stop. Probably got a world record solve at some point but was never recorded. I think it'd also be funny if she took a few jabs at HT just for fun, "you're so sloppy" "tuck in your uniform" "you're addicted to sweets"

HT: Emotional rollercoaster on this one. Laughs and cries and goes insane all in the same minute, annoys RegT, calls in some immune cells just because he can. He cries terribly when no one acknowledges him (RegT gotta call in Dendritic cell just to take care of him because she doesn't know how)

Cross: Canonically is a messy and annoying drunk. He either loses his temper very fast or he doesn't even realize when is the appropriate time to be angry. Clings onto squad leader and gets him cups upon cups of alcoholic drinks because he's having too much fun to realize that is rude (and also the fact that squad leader is suffering)

#hope i didnt forget anyone #also hi im back #all because the local discord server dragged me back into it #i love friends so much #them so my beloved #cells at work #hataraku saibou #cells at work friends #hataraku saibō #caw friends #hataraku saibo friends #since when did caw have so many tags #idk what i label this as #headcanons #??? maybe #idk #feel free to say what you think should be changed in this list btw

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puppyguppy · 8 months

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"Scene's over, Butterfly."

You press the words to the warm, clammy skin of Tomura's temple. A croon full of praise. He'd done well again, but he always does well these days. He hadn't required much breaking; a soul much more keen on bending. At least, when it came to himself. Even on the bad days, days where you fear that he's regressed -- he hasn't, really. Sometimes, he just likes to fight. And you let him, before you force it all away. Because that's what he wants, that's what he needs.

You don't actually know that much about him, but you do know that. And you know enough. You can infer that, whatever he's out there doing in the big, bad, beautiful world, that it's hard. He's under a lot of pressure. Probably in a position of leadership. Not much fun in his day to day. Which, of course, is why he comes here, night to night. Why he comes to you.

You don't ask questions. Never have, and never will.

Not beyond how he's feeling. What he wants or needs. What his color is. Easy, uncomplicated questions, as invasive and personal as they are. Even when you'd first met -- in the middle of the week, in the middle of your day job (not as lucrative as your second, more secret job is, but it's nice to have a casual cushion; and your day job is fun). Hell, it'd taken ages just for the two of you to talk. He was never there for you. Or even himself. At that little hole in the wall spa you consider your home away from home. No, he was only ever there because she was there. Himiko. And, you still don't understand their relationship, but you don't need to. All you know is that, depending on the day of the week, Himiko goes in to get her nails done with various different guardians. Sharp, pretty, pointy things. Usually pink, though when she's extra gushy about a crush, that pink switches to red. Crimson claws. And sometimes, you do Dabi's nails, a plain, pitch black, whenever he joins her. And then there's this other guy, who always gives you a different name, and asks for a different color on each hand, like he's indecisive. And then there's....

Tomura.

Who'd come in, plop his ass down in a chair, and go about grumbling over whatever handheld game he was playing, all without ever paying you a single glance. Not that he needed to look at you. He wasn't the customer. But you - you wished he was. From the state of his hair, half the time tied up in some haphazard bun; to the state of his skin, seeming irritated and sensitive, scarred. And the state of his lips, right in between, dry and chapped and swollen -- you just wanted to help him. He's obviously attractive, though he doesn't much act like it, and you're not sure he even knows about such himself, or even cares about such. He clearly doesn't take care of himself. But, he takes care of Himiko -- is so sweet on her sometimes, in their interactions between arriving at the spa, and then leaving. He never got close enough to you for you to use your quirk -- a silly little sixth sense. You can smell the chemical reaction in someone's brain when they go from stressed to relaxed. Or satisfied. So, of course you work in a spa. It's like a high; customers leaving happy from your hands. It stings like a whiff of fresh peppermint, right between the eyes. Fizzes like a just-cracked can of soda, your own synapses suddenly, fleetingly carbonated. You do anything and everything from nails to scalp massages, facials and -- well. This.

Sex, and whatever else.

"...Then why am I still - ?"

You shush him, warm air right in his ear and through his hair. The scene is over, yes. But, that doesn't mean you're done. Oh, no. Because today, tonight, you're giving him the full package, whether he wants it or not. In your line of work, consent is, of course: explicit, necessary, and key. But so is safety. And you cannot safely let him leave. Not this time. Not like every other fucking time; dressed too damn fast and feet carrying him out the door without so much as a drink or a hug. He'd left the portion about aftercare blank in his paperwork. And, you'd let it slide, up until now; figured that at some point, he'd just slowly slip into it. Needing a little more, asking for a little more; nothing that you weren't more than ready to give. After all, it was part of your job. And, usually, clients weren't fully satisfied without a fair bit of aftercare. It was natural. And you soaked that shit up like a sponge. But, not once, has Tomura ever stayed for that. And you know it's not because he doesn't need it. He's human. You've never pushed him hard enough to drop, so he always leaves coherent. But, the scent of his relaxation and satisfaction, his bliss --

It's always gone way too fast.

And it can't be just for you.

You've wanted to pamper him since the moment you first laid eyes on him. And you'd hoped, by giving him your card (which was to say, by strategically slipping it into his phonecase the one time he'd asked if the spa had Wi-Fi he could use), you'd get the chance to do so here. In your playroom. Or dungeon. Or whatever people like to call it these days. But, you're done waiting. And hoping. You're just going to make it happen.

Because it'll be good for you both.

You both need this.

"Colors still apply," You stand yourself back up from where you'd been bent over, Tomura still strapped to a table. Sensory deprivation is one of his favorite things. Reducing him down to just one or two senses. Personally, you like leaving him with nothing but touch. He's always so sensitive, so reactive. And vocal, when you leave his mouth free. Tonight, you have him zipped up, snug and tight, in a latex suit. It has random strips of the fabric cut out; random strips of exposed skin, flesh to coax into goosebumps, welts or bruises, the feeling there intense compared to the dull touch through latex. He's blindfolded still, but you'd previously removed the earplugs and spidergag -- both sitting over on the TV tray you use as supply table. Also on the table, are supplies yet to be used. Supplies he has no idea are even there.

Like a pottle of beeswax, pomegranate, and sugar lipscrub. Another little jar of olive oil and honey, sitting like a salve. There's a bottle of cucumber and avocado eyecream, next to the bottle of lube, and rosewater babywipes. There's also a hairbrush, set a safe distance away from the hot-pick silicone cock you'd used on him earlier.

"You know what to say if you need me to stop."

You wait, and watch the emotions work across Tomura's face. His eyebrows and nose crinkle in confusion, while his mouth curls down in a little frown. It's still spit-slick -- his mouth -- and a little bloody, where it'd cracked around the metal of the gag. You'd been gentle, but there's only so much you can do with a mouth like that. He hadn't signalled to stop. So, you didn't. You'd wanted to kiss him. But, you didn't.

You want to kiss him now. But you won't.

(Not yet.)

You don't kiss clients, no matter how much they sometimes beg for it. It's something too personal, even for you. Something too intimate. But, you've never wanted to kiss a client before. Not until now. And, since it's something that you don't do, you don't leave a spot in the paperwork for clients to put down their own comfort level with kissing. You could...probably ask him. But, you don't. You shouldn't. You won't.

Instead, you watch, and you wait.

Until Tomura nods and gives you the okay, body still and calm save for a little nervous twitch of his fingers. He was always a little weird about that. Those. His fingers. You only ever asked if they were in pain, which the answer is always no. But sometimes, he seems hesitant to touch. Sometimes, he silently asks for them to be covered, or restrained; deprived of touch and out of the way. It was an easy enough gift to grant him.

Just like this is, so long as he accepts it.

You drag the tray over closer to the table, and watch as the screech of it sends shivers down Tomura's spine. He squirms against his bonds, no doubt anxious about whatever's to come. He's never stayed after a scene, and you've never kept him after a scene. Once close enough, you climb up ontop of the table and throw a leg over him, straddling him. You know the table and Tomura can hold your weight, easy, but he still gasps beneath you. It's cute.

You can't help but coo at him, while you reach over for the scrub. You know he's paying attention; trying to garner what you're doing, guess what's going to happen next. So, you give him little hints, because he deserves that much. More, really. You tap your nails against the glass, and then the tin of the lid, before screwing it open as loudly as possible. You gather a pink, slightly shimmery dollop on your finger, then lean over him. Your clean hand you cup around his jaw, and let him jolt against your palm like a startled horse before settling. You smile, pleased, and rub a soothing circle into the dry skin of of his cheek.

"Good boy."

And then you press your finger to his bottom lip.

This part is much like work, the way you gently swipe and smear the substance into the pliable cracks and corners of his lips. Granted, you dig your thumb in just a little deeper than normal, since he fucking needs it. You might never get to do this for him again, so it's gotta get in there deep and good. And though he seems confused, he doesn't yet seem inclined to tell you to stop. He just breathes through his nose and scrunches up his brows, and you get to give his top lip the same exact treatment.

"No licking," you command, and blindly reach over for the wipes.

You need a clean canvas for the rest of your work, and his jaw has started to cake with drying drool. He mumbles something, so you ask him to repeat himself, to which he clarifies, a little louder and with a bit of a sparkly pout --

"Smells fruity."

You laugh. Not at him, but just because, damnit, he's adorable. And the duality of the guy beneath you catches you off-guard. He always appears so standoff-ish, a little aloof and angry at the world. But then, you get him breathy and begging, crying and cursing -- you work him into nothing more than a warm puddle of silver slime all over the floor. And now, you get this. A slightly petulant side of him, and the smell of relaxation creeping back up into your nose, like blooming, wild mojito mint.

"Gonna be cold for a second," you warn him, before you start to dab and wipe the saliva away from his face and neck. You clean him up methodically, like you always do; a practiced, routine touch between the two of you. First one side, the other, and then the middle, until you have the damp cloth pressed between your hand and his throat. You squeeze your fingers there, just a tease, and he hums. The sound rough, and just as pleased. It leaves you giddy, metaphorical bubbles bursting in your brain. You can't get sidetracked, though, so you throw the wipe away, and reach over for the eyecream.

Again, you tap your nails and audibly unscrew the cap, before squeezing some out onto your fingers. The same hand as before, so that your clean can reach up and grip the bandana covering Tomura's eyes.

"I'm going to take this off for now, so keep your eyes closed."

He doesn't respond, but when you shove the blindfold up into his hair, his eyes are dutifully closed. It makes your heart swell. Or, maybe that's just your head, since he's smelling more and more relaxed by the minute. Good. This is how every session should end.

Carefully, you dab some cream beneath each eye, then above, before gently working that in. It's hypnotic here, the pattern of circles you smooth into his crows feet and bruises, eyelids and brows. You get lost in it a little; brush a fingertip along his lashes in a butterfly kiss. His namesake. At least, the name you gave him. Butterfly. So stunning and delicate, when pinned to a table, heart fluttering. Your resolve shakes some, and you almost ask him him to open his eyes. Because you love his eyes.

Red, like nectar.

But, you tug the bandana back over his eyes anyway.

And you can feel it. That heart, hammering away beneath you.

Tomura's no longer breathing through his nose, but his mouth again; lips parted and now plump. Swollen from stimulation and hydration. There's edges of dead skin sticking up, just ready to be plucked and pealed off, and you had every intention of letting them fall off naturally. Of wiping his mouth off, and finishing off this first little aftercare session with some of that lip salve. But, there's something - something in the shine of it, the texture of it, the smell of it -- there's something there that makes you hesitate. Makes you snap.

You should've asked him. How he felt about it. Kissing.

But, you didn't.

You just lean in and do it anyway.

Though, in your defence, it's not so much a kiss as it is -- sucking his lip between your teeth and tonguing along the roughness of it; collecting up sugar granules and coagulated fruit juice, until you catch an edge of skin between your teeth. And maybe some wires get crossed; the fizz of satisfaction in your thoughts impairing your judgement as the familiar taste slowly pooling in your mouth convinces you to tear. And, like ripe fruit, the old skin peels easily away from Tomura's bottom lip, until the strip is left to hang from your own.

Without a second thought, you lick it up into your mouth --

and chew.

The sound Tomura makes is downright delightful. Delicious, pathetic, something between a moan of surprise and a mewl of disgusting disbelief. And the scent of him hits you like a shot. Effervescent.

And for a second, you black out.

#bestie made me do this #held a gun up to my head and said treat yourself #they thought I wanted him pegged #they forgot I'm a cannibal #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki tomura #gender neutral reader

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hyenahunt · 2 months

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Rouge & Ruby: Epilogue - 2 (END)

Writer: Umeda Chitose

Season: Winter

Characters: Hiyori, Nagisa, Jun, Ibara

Proofreading: royalquintet (JP) & Skyress (ENG)

Translation: Mirei (Adam) & hyenahunt (Eve)

Hiyori: And that would mean this is the perfect time for our Venture into V-day Project, yes? Eden's Valentine's Day isn't over just yet...♪

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Time: A few days later

Hiyori: Come and look! Our chocolates are still trending on social media!

They're simply so beautiful that despite their delicious taste, no one can bear to eat them and they're desperate for a way to preserve them instead!

Nagisa: ...Our fans sure think of the strangest things. Why preserve them?

Jun: Maybe they wanna keep 'em as souvenirs~?

I happened to see a blog report of someone's Chocolat Fes experience, too.

It seems like that person was also looking to keep a record of all the feelings they had during it while it was still fresh in their mind, so they poured 'em out into a post and published it on their blog.

Hiyori: So that's yet another way to preserve things, is it? It brings me such delight to know that all these memories of Chocolat Fes seem so engraved upon everyone's hearts. ♪

Nagisa: ... The atmosphere in the venue after Eden's performance was also quite impactful. How would one explain it...

Hiyori: It certainly felt as if we'd enchanted everyone into entrusting their bodies and hearts to us, didn't it? It felt the same as our usual performances, yet ever so slightly different...

Jun: Maybe that's just the atmosphere you can't experience anytime other than on Valentine's Day — or Chocolat Fes, even~

And I mean, we got the exact reaction we wanted ♪ Ibara, you feel the same way, yeah? —

Ibara: ......

Hiyori: Whatever is with that expression? Chocolat Fes went exactly as you envisioned and now we're all talking about it, Ibara — you ought to look a little more delighted!

In fact, shouldn't you be the one to talk about all this?

Ibara: — Unlike everyone else, I'm very busy being productive over here!

Besides, making Eden experience a normal Valentine’s Day or something was all Your Highness's idea, was it not?

Even though Valentine’s Day has passed, why are you making me make chocolate by hand!? I am terribly baffled!

Nagisa: ... Isn't that because Hiyori-kun wanted to experience a normal Valentine’s Day with Eden…?

Ibara: That doesn't answer my question. I demand a proper explanation, Jun.

Jun: Wha? Why're you asking me? I'm literally the second most productive one here, right after you!

Ibara: One would assume so. Though His Excellency has some experience in cooking out of personal interest, he is still new to making sweets. Meanwhile, His Highness —

Hiyori: My job is to cast a Spell of Scrumptiousness on everyone's chocolate once they're done... ♪

Ibara: — Won’t even lift a finger. He is loafing about because Jun won’t allow him to offer his assistance.

And here I am, having done all this work to find a recipe His Excellency can more easily follow, so I can delegate some of the work to him...

Nagisa: ...I've already become a master at mixing ingredients until smooth.

Ibara: Wonderful, Your Excellency, your quick learning is a valuable aid! Now, please combine the ingredients you have just mixed!

Afterwards, put the combined ingredients in plastic wrap and allow to chill in the refrigerator!

Nagisa: … Okay, I understand ♪

Jun: Well, I mean at least Nagi-senpai's actually interested in cooking. For us, I'm pretty sure it'd be faster for me to do everything on my own.

I did consider letting that guy chop the chocolate, but for some reason even just the thought of letting him hold a kitchen knife is kinda terrifying...

Hiyori: ?

Jun: ...but in any case, there's not all that much for me to explain.

Back when I had no idea you worked things out on your own and was stuck stressing over what I said to you, I tried talking it out with Ohii-san...

And during our talk, we realised neither of us had any clue what a normal Valentine's Day was like. We figured you and Nagi-senpai probably didn't either.

So it was kinda gonna be an issue if we were gonna perform at Chocolat Fes without even knowing how the average person spends Valentine's.

And that's how the Venture into V-day Project was born.

Ibara: …But if this was for Chocolat Fes, then do you not find it strange to be doing this after the event is over?

Hiyori: Well, we were just so endlessly busy all the way up until Chocolat Fes that there simply wasn't any time for it.

And now since Chocolat Fes is over, just think of this delicious chocolate-making experience as our after-party for a job well done.

Ibara: …*sigh*…

Hiyori: By the way, once all the chocolate is done, we'll also reenact amongst ourselves the experience of giving and receiving chocolates.

So with that in mind, everyone, do take care to make your chocolate with love...♪

Ibara: With love?

Jun: Ah... Sorry, this part's my fault.

My only impression of Valentine's Day is from a shoujo manga I read, and well, Ohii-san took a look, too.

Seems like that made him wanna experience the whole giving and receiving chocolate thing, as well as all the heart-fluttery excitement that comes along with it.

Ibara: What "heart-fluttering excitement" are you expecting from doing this with unit members?

Jun: Well, we might at least get some kinda warm and fuzzy feeling, right? Not that I'd know ♪

Ibara: — Good grief. I've gotten myself wrapped up in something very troublesome. My hands are still quite full with Chocolat Fes-related work, you know.

Job requests have come rolling in by the dozen after our resounding success.

Nagisa: .. Then, that means Ibara's Chocolat Fes is still ongoing, right?

Hiyori: And that would mean this is the perfect time for our Venture into V-day Project, yes? Eden's Valentine's Day isn't over just yet...♪

Ibara: These are two separate matters.

Jun: … says you, but it looks to me like you're the one who's making the fanciest chocolate here, Ibara~

Nagisa: …I’m curious, what are you making? It looks like the most delicious one here. I'm interested.

Ibara: It's not just “it looks like”; I'll have you know that it actually is the most delicious one. I'm going to make the best chocolates here, appearance included.

Even though we are just making sweets, I don’t intend to lose, after all!

So everyone, please look forward to the end result…☆

Hiyori: Well, after hearing a boast like that, I simply can't wait to see how it turns out♪

Nagisa: … I agree, I'm looking forward to trying it.

Jun: Um, this project isn't supposed to be a competition...

... But well, it's just like Ibara to always crave first place in anything and everything, huh?

Jun: — Alrighty. I'm gonna give my chocolate my best shot, too, so we can all enjoy this Valentine's thing together as Eden~♪

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pompadorbz · 10 months

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I RARELY see people tackle potential parents for Daiya and Mondo, so here they are!

I imagine Cassie met Hideo when she was in high school, but Hideo was a lot older than her. Regardless of that they hit it off fairly well, but things started to sour once Daiya was born. Hideo was a more distant father and refused to run his family's motor business beyond riding a motorcycle, so he refused to take any jobs while Cassie was left jumping from position to position. Despite that, I think Daiya still really looked up to Hideo as this cool mysterious figure. Whenever they'd talk it'd be about manly shit. And bikes. So it was all the more traumatizing when he fucked off a few months into Cassie's second pregnancy. Daiya was 7. I picked the name Hideo because its meanings both fit him, and are DEEPLY ironic (excellent, fine/outstanding, hero, manly, husband, and man). It was just too perfect.

Cassie's dad studied abroad in Canada for a while, and while he was there he met the woman who would be his wife. She didn't have much family left in Canada, so they moved back to Japan shortly after Cassie turned 3. I think their relationship was far more loving and they both gave Cassie their all, but they pressured her in her schoolwork and her relationships, and that began to dominate over their love for her. I think Hideo led them to disown her due to the path she went down after meeting him. She was starting to reach her boiling point with him, but after he left, she couldn’t take it anymore. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, and Cassie began to take it out onto Daiya shortly after Mondo was born in a combination of anger and stress. She was never violent with him and broke down crying more often than not, but she still heavily pressured Daiya into becoming a better man than Hideo was and getting frustrated whenever he or his interests were mentioned.

Daiya ran away when he was only around 12, and Mondo was 4. It was impulsive and remained incredibly complicated until he died. A lot of Hideo and Cassie's personality still stuck with Daiya despite everything, and some of their teachings were passed down to Mondo (Did I base most of Cassie and Hideo on that one line of dialogue in the Ch1 investigation? Yes). Mondo doesn't really know what either of them look like aside from fuzzy memories of Cassie, but I do think that they know who Mondo is all too well. Hideo mostly doesn't care, but I think that time spent alone made Cassie feel like she could've given them so much more. She wants to reconnect with Mondo, especially after Daiya's death, but she has no clue how to do that, so in the end she just never even tries.

Design wise I wanted to make it clear that Hideo is. Kinda a scumbag? I don't think Cassie ever finds this out, but he's absolutely cheated on her at least once. Very real chance that Daiya and Mondo have some siblings out there that they don't know about. I also wanted him to be a pretty big influence on Daiya's style of dress, hence the hair being similar to a pompadour.

Cassie was designed to have a lot of features that'd be considered charming. She's got the big ol' doe eyes with subtle heterochromia, she's got freckles, a cute little nose, a rounder facial shape, etc. and etc. Like if i designed how she looked in high school before she entered her deeply problematic relationship, she would have to look really sweet and cute.

I'm a big fan of the idea that the orange part of Mondo's hair is actually the natural part, and it grew back out after she dyed her hair to look more like Daiya's, so she started to use that part for the pompadour instead. She also got Hideo's eye colour and pupil shape, nearly his exact skin tone, his nose, and Cassie's slightly rounder face shape, albeit a bit taller.

Daiya got a very similar hair colour to Hideo, nearly his exact facial structure, a mixture of both Cassie and Hideo's skin tones, Cassie's freckles, her big ol doe eyes plus their hazel colour, and her nose.

#syd spiels #syd's art #my art #mondo oowada #daiya oowada #taka mom design + takaaki hcs pending. they'll happen hopefully today or tomorrow stay tuned #cassie being canadian was funny to me at 1am and its still funny #mondo and daiya being one tiddlywink canadian and having NO CLUE

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