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#HE LOOKS AMAZING AND THE MOOD THE MOOD BRO
sincericida · 1 year
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Bro, I don’t know if it’s true. But I definitely think that he’s capable of doing something like that. He’s hilarious 🤭
Look out when you meet Craig in a bar... 🤣
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bountycancelled · 7 months
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OPLA characters reacting to a sweet, girly reader who turns out to be a a ruthless fighter
genre: headcanons, fem! reader, kinda suggestive??, idfk just read it bro
requested: nope, but reqs are open! pls, for the love of god, request for the opla♡
feat: zoro, sanji
a/n: reader's feminine but not female if that makes sense, only witting again because I'm obsessed with the one piece live action. also, this may be a little ooc, since I haven't watched the anime/read the manga, sorry about that! also, if you wanna be added to my perm taglist, pls feel free to ask!
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☆ZORO☆
when you first joined the crew, zoro was immediately unsure of what exactly you brought to the table. I mean, they already had a swordsman, a sharp shooter, a navigator, a dumb cook and a captain/motivational speaker. so what were you doing here?
from luffy's explanation of you, he was aware that you were a good fighter, but he had never seen you in action.
the only things he had seen from you were stuffed animals laying around the ship, pastel outfits he could spot for miles, and bows that had been put in his hair while he slept.
he was tolerant of you at best, and straight up apathetic at worst, but finally, there came a time where someone tried picking a fight with you since you seemed like an easy target while you were walking with him and nami.
although he wasn't particularly fond of you (lies), he still felt the need to defend you as a crewmate, but the ass whooping you gave the stranger made him freeze in place.
there was blood splatter on your pretty face, deep red sploches of your cute clothes, and a look of pure hatred in your eyes. and you had never looked more beautiful in zoros eyes.
that was the first time zoro had ever smiled at you. sure, he had slightly smirked at your cuter tendencies, but in that moment he was truly smitten with you.
from that day, zoro wanted to train with you. what you lacked that he had in experience, you made up for in absolute cruelty when fighting. you were quick, agile and you weren't afraid to make zoro hurt, and he loved every second of it.
zoro would sometimes smile when he saw bruising on his body from his time training with you but catch himself and go stone faced immediately. no, he was not falling for you, absolutely not.
except he was, and the next time you showed up by his side with a slight limp, some tears in your cotton candy coloured clothes, blood all over you, and a sadistic smile on your face, he would tell you as much.
SANJI♡
sanji is unsurprisingly, enamoured by you the second you join the straw hats.
I'm talking, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, cheesy and constant compliments like "you're cuter than any of your stuffed animals, yn-swan~" and even brushing up on his baking skills to bake you aesthetically pleasing sweet treats that always put a smile on your face.
if I'm being completely honest, it doesn't bother him that he doesn't know exactly what your strengths are, you could be amazing at everything like barbie or you could literally not know night from day and he'd still admire you all the same.
one day, you're wearing bottoms that are on the shorter side not that sanji minds at all and you're out exploring the island you're at with him by your side, holding all your bags because in his words "angels don't do hard labour when he's around" when someone decides to hit on you.
you reject them politely, but when they make a less than appropriate comment about your outfit, you click your tongue and shake your head, readying yourself to hospitalise someone.
sanji's mood switches to one of being happy because he's around you to one of murderous intent the second this rando tries you, but you already have them wheezing on the floor with broken nose before sanji can even lift his leg off of the ground.
you're back to usual self, fixing the bow on your hair while complaining about how fucking hard it is to get blood stains off of your clothes, while sanji is thinking about how fucking hard he is
safe to say that this heartless, terrifying side of you makes sanji fall even harder and question whether or not he's a masochist.
he'll still insist on doing things like carrying you anywhere (most of your shoes you impractical as fuck, but style>functionality always) lifting things for you and treating you like a piece of fine china because that's exactly what you deserve, no matter how badass you are.
only difference is, now he'll never come to aid when it comes to kicking ass, because he enjoys seeing you take people to heaven and back more than anything.
he compliments now range from "omg you are the most adorable, lovable, doll-like angel I've ever seen" to "please punch me, step on me, make my nose bleed, choke me-" and he's now ten times more annoying about you than he was before, which no one thought was possible.
believe me when I say that images of you in frilly outfits with your eyes gleaming like diamonds eveytime you make someone bleed occupy 90% of his thoughts. (the other 10% is all things cooking, of course.)
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calcifiedunderland · 7 months
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Shrimply Yours~
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In which you invoke your shrimp privileges to cheer Floyd up.
Floyd x GN Reader! Enjoy, shrimpies!!~
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“Y’know Floyd, I’d say you’re the shrimp, not me.”
Maybe you really did have a death-by-squeezing wish. Or maybe your plot-armor protection had finally worn off. The eel in question lifted his head slowly at your words and side-eyed you, his golden eye glinting ominously in the Mostro Lounge kitchen’s light.
You’d been washing the dishes after asking Azul for a job in exchange for a little extra madol on the side. For the most part, your day had been as peaceful as it could’ve (the life of a magicless prefect was always maniacal), until you heard arguing from outside the kitchen. You all but jumped when Floyd slammed the door open and wordlessly stalked to the stove, and you spotted Azul walking off shaking his head to himself. Floyd shoved pan on the heat and began frying something, completely ignoring your presence. Was it even possible to fry chicken so aggressively?
In any case, Floyd seemed a little more volatile than usual at the moment, even considering it was him. The other students who’d been in the kitchen with you before had scuttled out before Floyd could snap at them too. But in any case, you knew that Floyd’s mood flipped faster than Crowley leaving all his work to you. So, you thought you’d try to lighten the mood.
At your words, Floyd slowly brought his head up from his deep-frying, golden-and-olive colored eyes zeroing in on you, baring his sharp, shiny teeth at you in a scowl. And in that split second, you suddenly remembered that Floyd was, in fact, a mer-eel. Moray, specifically. A predator. A predator that probably ate shrimpies like you. Who was now looking at you predatorily.
“What did ya just say, shrimpy?” His pupils were practically pin-pricks, and for a moment you swore you could hear the Jaws theme song in your head. You could remember, time and time again, your friends and upperclassmen telling you not to engage Floyd when he was in one of his moods. Even up until now, you’d never been on the awful end of his anger, especially alone. But you weren’t called beast-tamer for nothing, damn it, and maybe that title could extend to taming angry Floyd’s too. An angry Floyd that was still your friend.
“I said, you’re the shrimp, not me.” You maintained eye-contact with him, almost challenging him, ‘come at me, bro.’ You tried to keep a straight face, although you were deflating rapidly by the second because by Sevens this was so stupid but-
“Because you’re shrimply amazing.”
One second passed. Two. Three.
Then Floyd broke into a wide, sharp-toothed grin. He surged towards you, completely forgetting the frying food. “D’awww, SHRIMPY!!!”
He swooped behind you, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up. Your legs flailed around and now your arms were locked in as Floyd spun around the kitchen haphazardly with you in his arms. “Shrimpy knows just how to cheer me up! I knew this is why I kept you around!” He laughed cheerily, bobbing you up and down.
“FLOYD!” You cried, “PUT ME DOWN-“ the kitchen swirled crazily around you, as Floyd babbled some song or other cheerfully. Thankfully he’d stopped spinning, but began shaking you side to side while humming, “Shrimpy’s so brave n’ nice, all the other guppies left when they saw me but only Shrimpy stayed!”
He started pouting, and squished his cheek into yours. “Azul was bein’ mean to me, making me work now. Just ‘cause I roughed up a few customers doesn’t mean it was my fault! They shoulda been nice to me~”
Even though you were basically suspended in the air by him, you smiled at Floyd’s words. “Glad I could help Floyd, that was so mean of Azul,” you consoled him, hoping he’d put you down. He bent over until your feet were safely on the sweet, sweet ground, but didn’t let you go from his arms. The two of you swayed together, basking in each other’s company in the subpar lighting of the kitchen, until you frowned.
“…Hey, is something burning?”
“Ah shit, I burned the chicken.”
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obaex · 7 days
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the blind date - rafe cameron
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summary: your friends set you and rafe up on a blind date, but it doesn't go quite as you'd expected.
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a/n: based on this request ♡♡ the way this has me giggling and kicking my feet in the air - ahhhh!
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“Alright lemme make sure I have this straight: unlimited access to your jet skis for the rest of the summer, your season tickets to the first two Panthers home games, and two cases of whatever beer I want?” Rafe confirmed, looking over to the driver’s seat at his friend Dylan who huffed in reply and rubbed a hand over his face.
“Yes, dude, that’s what we agreed on. Christ, it’s a blind date, not a death sentence. I swear to God if Maddie didn’t put me up to this, I would’ve left your ass to wallow at home alone.”
“I’m doing you a favor” Rafe replied, “It’s the least you could do.”
“I’m telling you she’s hot, you know you might actually be into her, did you even consider that?”
Rafe looked at him completely perplexed. “What makes you think I’m even looking for a girl? I do just fine as it is, thank you very much, plus you and I have very different tastes.” A pause. “Can I please see her insta?”
“We’ve been over this. No. Maddie said it would defeat the purpose of the ‘blind’ part of a blind date.”
“So fucking stupid” Rafe said as he shook his head and looked out the passenger side window.
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You had gotten to the restaurant early; your best friend Maddie wanted to make sure every little thing was perfect and she was practically bubbling over with excited energy at the prospect of your blind date.
“This is going to be amazing, I just know it!!!” she said enthusiastically. “He is so your type, I will be at your wedding, babes, I swear it! Ahhh!” She had pulled you into the bathroom and was fluffing up your hair, touching up your lip gloss and tugging at your dress.
“So happy you went with this one, like yes you will thank me later, you look so damn hot.”
For all her flustered energy, you appreciated her hype and as you looked in the mirror you kinda had to agree with her. She had helped with your hair and makeup and the result was truly stunning; you had just the right amount of makeup on to make your natural beauty pop. Your dress was a little more revealing than you were used to, but it did make you feel confident and who knows, the way she talked about this guy, maybe it would all work out?
“Okay, okay, enough fussing, I’m already nervous enough. Can we please get a drink? I need a drink” you said, moving to walk out of the bathroom as she checked her own appearance in the mirror one last time before following you.
“Yes, good idea, you go loosen up, I’m going to make sure they got us that table by the window.”
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You sidled up to the bar and leaned your arms on it, happy to have a moment’s reprieve from Maddie’s frenetic energy as you looked around in an attempt to distract yourself. The restaurant was really cute, coastal and modern and there was a sizable crowd between the bar and dining area. The steady thump of tropical house music played softly in the background which calmed your nerves and lifted your mood.
Within moments the bartender spotted you and made his way over. He was just about to greet you when he glanced over your shoulder. “Rafe! What’s up!” he said enthusiastically. “So sorry m’am, just one moment” he apologized as he clapped hands with the tall stranger that had walked up beside you. “What can I get you, bro?”
Rafe was smiling at the bartender and glanced at you briefly when he realized you’d been snubbed. It was a quick glance but he did a double take before he could control himself. You were… simply perfect. Your face held an expression of amusement and surprise with a clear smile that rested on perfectly glossed lips. You had an effortless air about you like you woke up every morning looking that good and then immediately every part of him wanted to know what you’d really look like in the morning… in his bed… at Tanneyhill… the sun reaching through the blinds…
What the fuck is the matter with me? he thought suddenly. And then, Fuck. Was I staring?
The bartender was looking at him expectantly with an eyebrow raised. He asked me something. Drink. A drink. What do I want to drink?
“Yeah man, I’ll have a bourbon, neat, and uh, whatever she wants” he replied, nodding his head towards you.
You smirked at him before glancing at the bartender, “Spicy margarita please, and since he’s paying, I’ll take it with Patrón.”
“Oof” Rafe said, grabbing his chest with his hand like you’d delivered a physical blow to him, “Way to take advantage.”
You laughed and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, well, I don’t believe in coincidences, and it just so happens I need some liquid courage. If a handsome stranger is offering, I’m taking top shelf.”
Rafe pursed his lips and nodded, trying to tamp down the feeling in his heart that you'd called him handsome. He glanced back towards the door to see if he could see Dylan and couldn’t find him. Good he thought, allowing himself to feel guilty for half a second until he refocused on the sight of you in front of him.
He cleared his throat. “So, uh, liquid courage?” he asked.
“I’m meeting a date here actually” you said, shaking your head, your blushed cheeks turning slightly rosier. “It’s a whole thing…” you trailed off, waving your hand dismissively.
Rafe couldn’t reason with himself why he felt so angry that you were here for someone else. Thankfully the drinks arrived which gave him a moment to process as he watched you take a deep sip of your drink.
‘What asshole doesn’t pick a girl up and take her on the date himself?’ he thought. Well, he thought he thought before he realized he’d said it out loud as you nearly choked on your drink in laughter.
You shook your head again, smiling and laughing “It’s not like that, it’s –”
“—Nah, I’m sorry, it’s not my business, I shouldn’t have said that” he interrupted, mortified that he'd let that slip.
“You’re fine” you reassured him. “It was sweet. It’s nice to know there are still decent men out there willing to keep things chivalrous.”
I would’ve picked you up he thought. On time. Walked to your front door. Flowers in hand.
His head was spinning. What the fuck is going on with me. He looked down at his drink and then drank it in one swig. When he set the glass down, he caught your look of amusement as he coughed.
“You good?” you asked, giggling.
He grimaced, “I will be” he said, holding up his empty to signal the bartender for another.
“Is my company that bad?” you joked.
His eyes darted to yours, “Quite the opposite, sweetheart” he said in a low voice that you felt from your beating heart to your fingertips to your belly and shaky knees. Shit you thought as you registered the effect this man had on you.
You blushed and met his warm gaze, realizing for the first time how deeply blue his eyes were, like sapphires. The two of you stood there, an arms-length away and it was like time stood still. You could feel your pulse in your throat, feel your body tingling like it was physically reacting to his proximity. Was he stepping closer to you or were you imagining it? His eyes left yours for only an instant to look at your lips and in that moment he had you hook line and sinker.
Suddenly, your phone buzzed on the bar in front of you and you jumped. He took an imperceptible step back, clearing his throat.
“S-sorry” you mumbled, quickly swiping open a text from Maddie: ‘Where r u?!!!!”
Shit.
“I-I’ve got to…” you waved your phone by way of excuse and nodded your head towards the tables, literally unable to string a sentence together at this point.
“Yeah, no problem” Rafe said, as casually as he could muster as you moved to leave. “Try to have a good time. And, hey” he said, capturing your attention one more time “Tell this guy he better give you a ride next time, okay? None of this high school ‘I’ll meet you there’ shit, okay?”
You laughed at your little inside joke and met his gaze one more time before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
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Rafe’s next drink arrived and he slammed it back instantly before settling the tab, leaving a hefty cash tip and making his way towards the dining room.
Dylan fucking owes me he thought through gritted teeth, grimacing all the way through the crowded room, replaying your smile, the way you'd looked at him through thick eyelashes, even the way you’d smelled: like vanilla and coconut.
He was clenching and unclenching his fists as he searched the crowd, willing this godawful date to be over before it had even started. Finally he caught a glimpse of Maddie’s bright hair and Dylan’s frame at a table by the window; he moved to shift around several people when his eyes met yours, seated next to Maddie, across from an empty seat.
“Oh my god” you said, covering your mouth with your hand, stifling a fit of laughter and joy when you caught his eye.
He began to laugh too, the tension in his body immediately dissipating as he rubbed a hand over his face in an attempt to wipe away the goofy grin he felt there as he took his seat.
“What is going on, do you two know each other, what am I missing?” Maddie demanded.
“Nothing, it’s nothing, Mads” you said, giggling as your eyes danced and twinkled at Rafe.
She narrowed her eyes as they darted between the two of you. “Okaayyyyy, well YN, this is Rafe!”
“So, so nice to meet you” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm, though you were thrilled to actually know his name.
“The pleasure is truly mine, sweetheart” he played back, a knowing smile resting on his lips that had you bursting at the seams as you two ogled each other.
Maddie and Dylan looked at you both like you were crazy as you just stared and giggled at one another before they gave up and settled back into their own conversation and you and Rafe picked up your menus.
“Tomorrow at 7:00” Rafe said just quietly enough for you to hear him as he pretended to eye the menu.
“What?” you whispered in reply.
“Be ready tomorrow at 7:00. I’m taking you out. And I’ll be picking you up this time” he said as he shot you a smirk over his menu.
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jisooupssss · 4 months
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Plot: you being the best girlfriend ^^
Warnings: None
Pairing: OT13 x Reader
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AN: I’m so glad I finally came up with an idea I was about to be gone for like ten days😭😭
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Seungcheol: Kissing his dimples. It just became an habit one day, one day you were laying down together you told him to smile and kissed his dimple. So now when he smiles he expects an kiss on his cheek it gets him all shy and giggly it’s so cute
Jeonghan: Teasing him back. It makes him freeze up and stand/sit there in shock with his mouth half open. Tries to tease you again only for you to make another comeback. Turns away so you can’t see his cheeks turn pink only for you to plant an kiss on them
Joshua: Being an gentleman/women to him. like you would tell him to stay in the car and run to the other side and open the door for him. He would be caught off guard but laughs it off as if you don’t notice the heat rising to his cheeks smiling to yourself
Jun: Letting him ramble. Like he will be so focused on his topic then he starts paying attention to you. Seeing how your eyes lightly lit up looking like you have small stars on your eyes, and that soft smile he loves on your face. He then apologize for talking to much but you reassure him that it’s okay he gets all giggle and buries his head in your neck getting shy
Hoshi: Being apart of his Horanghae gang. Like you were apart of it when y’all first started dating you had no choice. But just knowing you accept his for his tiger-I’m sorry my mind was in a goofy mood
Buying him tiger print things. Knowing how much he love tigers you need to buy him tiger related things. It gets him all warm and cozy and any positive thing you can think of inside
Wonwoo: Reading with him. It brings him so much comfort and being with you in comfortable silence makes him warm inside. He loves the feel of being with you at those type of moments any moment’s really but those moments and very special to him
Woozi: Being in his studio with him. It gives him so much more motivation and puts him to harder work. He also loves when you tell him things like he’s doing great or the beat hi made so sound awesome and amazing and that good stuff. Your what keeps him going
DK: Being weird and silly with him. He loves that you don’t think of him differently when he starts randomly doing the most outrageous things instead you join him. He loves when you start doing silly stuff out of nowhere it makes him pull you close to him and just give you as many kisses he desires while giggling
Minghao: Complimenting his paintings. It gives him a little confidence boost. He asks if you won’t to learn how to paint some day and when that day came it didn’t go so well but hey…at least you tried. Giving you a long passionate kiss and thanking you for the compliment OMG I LOVE THIS MAN BRO
Mingyu: Not getting mad at him for his clumsyness. He has officially earned the nickname ‘clumsy’ from you(like the guy from Smurfs) not just because he’s clumsy but you find it cute. But he break something that he know would make you mad, would you tell right away but you can’t get mad not with how his eyes are starting to look like puddles of rain so you just kiss his nose and hug him and tell him it’s ok
Seungkwan: Gossiping with him. Like when you comeback from work you already you both have some boiling hot tea that’s ready to spill. Sometimes set up snacks and drinks because of how long it takes for you both to be done. Sometimes fall asleep talking without realizing you guys might talk in your sleep
Vernon: You randomly saying anything. Like you can be like “what if the sun just exploded right now” he would be like “we die” because he’s just so used you blurting anything out is the most randomness times. Sometimes it catches him very off guard he can’t think so you have to tap him a few times to make him come back to earth
Dino: letting him hold you in his arms. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you from anything out there even just thin air. He holds you so tight like he’s afraid if he let go you’ll just turn into dust and get blown away but the cool breeze. Loves to hold to hold you when y’all first wake up gives you little forehead kiss as time goes by
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AN: THANK YOU GUY FOR ALL THE LIKES ON MY MINGYU POST ILYYYYYSM😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰
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spaceagebachelormann · 4 months
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hii can i request headcanons of how finnick odair would be as a bf? maybe if ur also a victor
finnick odair and victor frankenstein as bfs !
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✧ warnings: spoilers for thg and frankenstein maybe?
✧ additional info: erm i didn’t know if u meant i could do victor if i wanted 😔 so i js did anyway cause i will use any excuse to write for someone from that masterlist!! if u did mean i could put victor if i wanted ily and pls send more victor reqs i barely get any for classic monsters in general <3 erm aleo i haven’t watched thg in ages so finnick might be ooc
✧ m.list — nav.
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ೃ༄ finnick odair
he’s very sweet and calm and overall js like amazing to be around and have as a bf <3
despite the fact bro is majestic and could have 6 girlfriends or boyfriends or whateverfriends if he wanted he’s very loyal and respectful of u
doesn’t even dare to look at anyone else while with u
also very willing to take things slowly if that’s what u prefer
it’s honestly what he prefers too
yk because of everything the capital put him through
he js prefers taking his time to get to know u before anything
but he will take u on the cutest dates ever even before reaching first base
will wrestle ur date preferences out of u. not literally. by that i mean he tricks u into telling him what u would wanna do then surprising u
he’s also like so soft and nice with everyone but with u it’s like 10x more
bro can be literally screaming at someone if needed at one moment and then braiding ur hair for u the next
also he’d LOVE braiding ur hair
u don’t even have to ask he js puts ur head on his chest and plays with it
also he’s still v flirty with u for funsies
esp if u get embarrassed easily
he thinks it’s funny (cute) that’s why <3
and i feel like he’s oddly good at singing
like he js taught himself how to sing once because he was bored and needed smth to do
so he was like “yk what imma learn to sing”
and holy fucking shit is he good at it!!
his voice in general is rlly calming
and he knows it is so he likes reading to u and singing to u or js talking to u and literally anything where he can use his voice
i don’t think he’d be very huge on pet names but he’d def call u honey more than anything (cause this is gn)
ik because im his gf actually!! /j
and shit like beautiful and gorgeous if ur fem don’t tell me he wouldn’t yk he would
and he loves kissing ur face
also if ur fem or js have lipstick he’d let u leave lipstick marks on his face <3
i rlly feel like he’d wanna be with someone who he knows well and feels like he can trust
especially if he’s known them for a few years
and he genuinely doesn’t care abt looks!!
go get urself a finnick odair
ALSO THIS MAN CAN COOK!!
AND BAKE!!
and his food is genuinely the most scrumptious shit u will ever taste
ೃ༄ victor frankenstein
ugh this bitch
he’s definitely very loyal to u and wouldn’t even think about other people but he’s kinda. neglectful.
he doesn’t do it on purpose and always makes up for it but there’s long periods of time where he’s sorta cold and rude to u and distant
but he feels bad after and always makes it up to u
he also would wanna be with someone who he’s known for awhile, but that’s because his dumbass would realize his feelings rlly late
but based on his canon AND fanon love interests he seems like he’d want someone who’s rlly compassionate and nice
unfortunately he might care abt looks
erm anyway!!
probably just calls u by ur name but will throw in a my love here and there if he’s in a rlly good mood
because he’s sorta neglectful he doesn’t rlly kiss u a lot because he’s never actually near u alot
but when he is he likes kissing ur shoulders and forehead and hands and wrists n shit
he’s like cold to everyone else but soft with u <3 (when he’s actually with u)
and he’d love it if u got along well with his family and henry and elizabeth
especially his brothers
and would love it if ur nice to justine because typically people wouldn’t be nice to her cause she’s a maid (/lh ily justine u deserved better)
pls let him yap to u
sometimes he js wants to rant abt his day or ideas to someone and would love it if u sat there and listened
and if u let him yap after he makes his creation and it starts slaughtering everybody he’d love it if u were understanding
after elizabeth dies he becomes 12x more protective of u to the point where he won’t even let u be alone by urself cause he left elizabeth alone for 5 mins and she died (they’re js friends here obv)
his love language is gift giving <3 he likes making u little handmade gifts everytime he sees u
also quality time. whenever he can he likes going on picnics and walks
he’s also not the best at comforting but he’s a very good listener and will let u rant to him
his presence in general is comforting
i’m laughing my ass off at this but he wakes u up to show u bugs in the middle of the night
“victor wtf is that” “goliath beetle :)” “put it back before i make u move in with it.”
he also has the most entertaining days for no fucking reason and has a crazy story to tell u all the time
and his hands are fucking freezing. that’s all bye ily
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ellieswifie · 3 months
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matt sturniolo sfw alphabet headcannons
𐙚 head cannons!
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authors note: heyy i hope you all enjoy this abc sfw matt headcannon. this is based off this request from @iammattswife. im excited to make a chris sfw too if anyone wants one! thank you for reading enjoy!!!
a- affectionate (how affectionate are they? how do they show this affection?)
knowing already how much matt cares for his family, i swear he’d be so affectionate. he’d just simply do little things like send you cute messages in the morning, or tell you have beautiful and amazing you are, just to remind you that he does care and love you.
b- babies (do they want a family with you? how good around kids are they)
yes! matt would absolutely be an incredible dad. he just seems like he’d be so gentle and loving if you were pregnant with his kids ugh. he also wouldn’t rush the thought of wanting kids with you if you guys were married. he’d sure bring the idea up every once in awhile, but he’s not too pushy about the entire thing. bro if his kids got his blue eyes, i’d be dead.
c- cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how often do they want to cuddle?)
matt would love cuddling. he’d want to cuddle during movies, just laying in bed together, after filming, or even just during a random afternoon. he’s definitely a little spoon, or big spoon when he knows you need to be held, but he’s totally a big teddy bear.
d- dance (do they like to dance with you? are they good at dancing?)
matt is the best dancer. justin’s words, not mine. if you guys are sharing airpods, or have music playing off each others phone or speaker, matt would just love to dance around with you. maybe it’s in his room, or the kitchen, or even in the parking lot after a kate drive. he’s always dancing and is willing to dance with you whenever.
e- effort (how much effort and energy do they put into your relationship? like dates, gift giving, anniversaries, bdays, etc.)
matthew sturniolo puts so much effort into your relationship. he’s making sure you feel love me and comfort all the time, and he spends hours planing dates. okay maybe not hours, but he spends a lot of time thinking on what makes a good date a good date. he doesn’t seem like someone who’d plan big parties or huge dinners, so when it comes to birthday presents or anniversary gifts, he tries to keep it low key and simple, but so meaningful. which i find so sweet.
f- fights (how do they handle fights?)
if you have any short of attitude or a tone towards matt, he’ll probably give you space. he has his mattitudie moments too, and doesn’t necessarily want to anger you more by trying to reason with you, but if something is really bothering you, he’ll definitely just want to talk to you.
if you guys had gotten in a argument about something together, the story would be a little different i feel like. he’d definitely not want to stay up all not pickering about something in, so he’d sleep it off, then immediately talk to you about it in the morning, reasoning with you. matt is so gentle and genuinely looks like he cares, even when he disagrees.
g- gratitude (how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what you/significant other is doing bc for them?)
oh matt tells you he’s so grateful for you everyday. he makes sure your more than aware throughout the day, even if you aren’t exactly with him.
h- hand holding (when/how often do they like to hold hands?)
now we know what matt isn’t super on pda, but if you guys are in public together, he’s always holding your hand. in his pocket, at his side, behind your back, it’s always shuttle but comfortable.
i- insight (how easily can they read you? mood, feelings, tone, etc.)
i feel like matt reads body language easily. so if your like sloppy with your words or talking less, he’d probably ask if your okay because he reads these things.
j- jealousy (do they get jealous? if so, how easily? how do they deal with it?)
i feel like jealousy isn’t a issue in your relationship. matt isn’t like a pussy boyfriend who wines and cry’s when a guy looks at you. he definitely would trust you aren’t that type, and he trusts himself in not cheating. if he does get a rush jealousy of some sort, it’s probably because of some fool.
k- kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they kiss you? where do they liked to be kissed?)
probably amazing. he’ll definitely love forehead kisses and innocent neck kisses. maybe some on your hand or cheeks.
l- love language (what is their love language?)
PHYSICAL TOUCH!!! matt is definitely the type of boyfriend to be touching you all the time. in the car, his hand placed on your knee or thigh. in public, your holding hands. during dinner, his foot is creasing yours under the table. he’s just naturally a physical touch boyfriend.
he’s definitely words of affirmation too.
m- mornings (how are mornings with them?)
lazy, but absolutely perfect. matt seems like he’d wake up early, but i feel like if it’s just you too laying in bed, you guys are laying in bed all morning. just holding each other and talking about cheesy things that need to get off your chest,
n- nicknames (what pet names/nicknames does he move to call you?)
oh matt’s calling you practically everything. babe, baby, beautiful, love, pretty, princess, your name ofc, etc. now he for sure mentioned bubba wubba isn’t on the table, but we know matt he’s lying.
o- open (how open to their feelings are they to you? when did they say they i love you? do they mention everything all at once, or wait to reveal things slowly?)
it would take matt awhile to completely come to his senses that he has someone to talk to. yes he’d be very straight forward how he feels, but it wouldn’t take him immediately realize and say it, he’d for sure need time to open up, but when he does he tells you everything.
p- patience (how patient are they with you? how easily angry do they get?)
matt would be so patience with you. if your having trouble getting something off your chest, he’s holding your hands assuring you
q- quality time (what do they do with quality time with you?)
most likely matt’s cuddling with you in his free time, or doing something crafty. like coloring or building legos, i’ve just got a cheesy feeling he’d do that.
r- rhythm (what songs/song reminds you of them?)
omg if you like taylor swift, you remind him of almost every single song. i know he mentioned taylor swift before, but like i have a feeling he’d just listen to a song you like from her on repeat because it reminds him of you.
if you don’t like taylor which is fine, you probably remind him of a frank ocean song (definitely godspeed or ivy), miguel song ((ALL I WANT IS YOU) love this song omg), or practically any mac miller song.
s- security (how protective are they when of you?)
he’s definitely more protective of you than you are of him. the sturniolo fandom is all over the place and he doesn’t really want his relationship interacting with weird and disrespectful fans. so he’ll try to distance you from car videos and on tour. when you are in a video it’s probably only for a few minutes in a vlog or a short mention.
t- tough guy (how tough are they around you?)
as chris likes to say matt is the tough guy, but when he’s with his s/o i know for a fact his tough guy shell breaks. he’s more like a little baby wanting love and comfort, then a big intense guy.
u- upset (how do they act when their upset/tired? what helps them feel better?)
we’ve all seen matt’s attitude. he can be mean, but he’s not the big bad wolf. he’ll definitely distance himself from you so he’s not getting angry at you for something he did, or even cranky with you. i think
v- vanity (do they care about how much makeup you wear or not? do they constantly care about what you wear?)
matt probably loves when you dress up and will constantly tell you how beautiful you look, but he won’t expect it out of you every day nor does he care what you wear. he wants you to dress comfortable while feeling yourself.
w- wildcard (a random head cannon for character)
weirdo head cannon but head scratches. i’ve got a gut feeling that matthew would absolutely love his girlfriend scratching his head through his hair with her nails. the two of you will be laying on the couch or his bed, him sitting in between your legs while you watch something off his phone and scratch his head. it’ll for sure probably be a stress reliever for him.
x- explicit (nsfw headcannon)
idk.. do you guys want one?
y- yearn (what do they do when they miss you?)
always texting and calling you. he’d probably send silly snap chat vlogs, or gifs to let you know he misses you and can’t wait to talk to you in person again. he also definitely calls you before bed too to wish you good night and to remind you he loves you.
z- zen (what makes them feel comfortable and calm?)
you. and your presence.
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silenzahra · 2 months
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Mario & Luigi: Dream Team appreciation post ✨
A few days ago I was suggested by @keakruiser to write a fic in which Mario and Luigi were in a cold environment (working on it! Almost done, promise!). This gave me a chance to rescue an idea I had a looooong time ago, back when I first played Dream Team (around 2015), but I never got to write it.
So, I've been watching some gameplays of this game and listening to its music again (so as to get in the mood), and man, I had simply forgotten how truly and absolutely ADORABLE the brothers are in this game.
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I mean, the cuties????? The way they hug as if they hadn't seen each other in, like, years??? Patting each other's back and nodding and smiling in complete joy AW they're the sweetest!!! 😭😭😭
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The fact that Luigi starts laughing in the real world while his dreamy self embraces his big bro will always make me emotional.
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THE SILLIEEEEES AAAAHHH LOOK AT THEM BEING TWO CUTE LITTLE BEANS OMG I LOVE THEM SO SO MUCH 😭😭😭
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I have always LOVED the way Luigi rocks his legs while he's on Mario's shoulders right before they do the Side Drill move. He's such a cute little baby 🥺💚✨
Also, I find their pose right before starting a Luiginary Attack quite hilarious 😂
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The Luiginary Moves and the Giant Battles. Is there really anything else to say? Only one: these two elements were the final proof that this game's true hero was Luigi. He had the chance to show his courage and protect his big bro from danger, as well as being the one who made it possible for him and Mario to get into the dream world.
He was the main character in this game. And it really made me love him even more than I already did.
Not meaning to belittle Mario, far from it! But this game really made his little brother shine, and he definitely seemed giddy about it! Just look at him on top of the Luiginary Typhoon or Giant Luigi's hat. He's the true picture of pride! 🥹
I just LOVE his determination on the latter picture. It just shows that he truly believes in Luigi's abilities to defeat their enemies on his own! But of course, Mario will always be there to fight by his side, just as Luigi has always been there to have his back. They're a team, after all. The Dream Team.
And last but not least... have you guys seen this???
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That. Knowing. LOOK. Aren't they the most adorable brothers to ever exist OMG I love them SO MUCH!!! 😭😭😭
I swear I let out a squeak when I noticed they gave each other that quick look when celebrating in this game. The sweetness in the gesture simply melts my heart 🥹🥹🥹 (Actually, I'm making that last picture my new pfp because I just LOVE how absolutely cute they look.)
Before I go, here are a few more pictures of them being silly and funny and adorable 💚❤✨
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Just two sleepy boys about to zone out 🤭
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My poor Luigi seems to have always been chased by lava! The man can't even take a short break 😮‍💨
Love how tiny Mario looks on the last one btw 🤭 So cute! ✨
So yeah! Now you know that the next fanfic I intend to post is going to be based on this amazing game 🤭 And I'm really happy I got to write it, because it made me remember how deeply I loved Dream Team when I first played it almost ten years ago 🥹
So thank you, @keakruiser, for your amazing suggestion. I'll be delivering soon and I really hope you like the result! 💖
EDIT: Here's the fic! ✨
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lieutnt · 11 months
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it would be nice to see if we could maybe get a ghost Drabble where ghost is put in a scenario where ghost is like super super jelly for the m!reader, like ppl keep crowding him and just touching and prodding at the m!reader, some people openly flirting with him and ghost is absolutely not having it. like bro just not in a good mood as he proceeds to hecking yell at them in an angry tone not even ghost though he could manage 💀💀💀 anyways, after that fiasco ghost drags m!reader to his took and pins him on the wall. ensue sexual tension and its really up to you after that if u want smut or sm
Warnings: Simon's jealous, mostly sfw apart from the last line. Note: Changed it a little bit because I don't think Simon would be the type to yell, I think he's more the silent scary type.
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He watches with barely concealed anger as the crowd surrounding you seems to keep growing, more and more bodies joining as you settle the weight rack down, body gleaming with sweat. Someone takes it a step too far, trailing their fingers over your bicep with an amazed, "Wow."
An instant hush takes over when Ghost growls your name, the soldiers surrounding you seeming to snap out of what they were doing.
"Yes Lieutenant?" You try and remain as neutral as possible, fear with an underlying wave of excitement already creeping in.
He doesn't need to say anything else, Ghost simply cocks his head and you quickly follow, pushing your way through the crowd as he disappears out of the room.
You trail after him, only coming to a stop when he grabs the collar of your shirt and pushes you against the wall. You're sure your gulp is audible when he doesn't say anything. "Simon?" you question.
He remains silent, even as he drags you along until he's pushing you in his room and shutting the door. Confusion racks your brain as he begins to undo his pants, sliding them down his legs. "Simon?" you try again, finally getting your answer when he steps out of them and pushes you down on the bed.
His fingers grip your jaw, forcing you look at him. "You're going to fuck me until you can't think of anything else."
Simon says true to his word, spending the rest of the day having you fuck him in every way he wants until you’re begging for him to stop.
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paisholotus · 5 months
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Meant To Be
Shuri x black reader
Summary: "I'll never leave you again, my love"
Warning Strong Language, Death, Smut.
Translations: Sthandwa(My Love) Ndiyakuthanda ( I Love You) "Ndiyakuthanda, nawe" ( I Love You Too) Ndithathe ukumkanikazi wam ( Take Me My Queen) Umhle kakhulu, Kumkanikazi wam ( You're So Beautiful, My Queen) Shuri ukumkanikazi wam ( Shuri, my Queen) Yintoni eyenzekayo (what's going on) Kukho into ekufuneka uyibone ( there's something you need to see) Kwenzeke ntoni (what's happened) Umntu uhlambe elunxwemeni, uKumkanikazi wam ( someone washed up on the beach , my Queen) Ngaba siyazi ukuba ngubani? ( Do we know who?) Ngu ..... umfazi wakho uKumkanikazi wam ( it is your wife) Umfazi wam ( My Queen) Ukumkanikazi wam omhle ( My beautiful Queen) Uyaphila ( he lives ) Bendikukhumbula, kumkanikazi wam (I missed you, my Queen) Usana lwam ihobe ( My baby dove)
Requested by: @purplecandyocean
A/N: This is inspired by the song Stay Ready & Love Scene by Jhene & Joe. This MF IS LONG! So I'm sorry in advance, but I hope y'all enjoy. 🩵
Narrative
Riri was helping Shuri with a new project, which apparently was to benefit the border tribe. The lab was deafeningly quiet. Riri has been in Wakanda on spring break for a month and will return home in two weeks.
 
She realizes Shuri is acting a little down today; she hasn't spoken anything to her all day. She hasn't pressed Shuri to say anything, but she is becoming concerned.
 
"You ok, bro?" Riri asked Shuri.
Shuri nodded and returned her gaze to the tools on the table. 
Riri nodded hesitantly and gazed down at Shuri's necklace. It was a necklace made of crystal. Riri noted that Shuri always wore it and had never seen her take it off. 
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"What's that necklace? It's almost as if it's shining. Is it made of vibranium?" Riri asked Shuri.
Shuri smiled affectionately as she gazed down at the necklace. She squeezed it in her hand, observing the various hues reflecting off her hand. 
 
"Yeah, something like that." Shuri's voice drifted off. 
Riri interpreted this as Shuri's refusal to talk. Riri took the tools and went back to work. 
 
Shuri returned her attention to Riri, saying, "My wife made it for me." She said quietly.
 
Riri looked at Shuri with a surprised expression on her face.
 
"YOU WERE MARRIED!?" Riri screamed.
Shuri laughed at Riri's shocked face and nodded.
"How come you've never told me?" Riri asked Shuri.
 
Shuri frowned again, rubbing the crystal between her fingers. 
 
"It's difficult for me to talk about her. I could go on and on about my family, but Y/N....it just aches." She said, while holding tears in her eyes and looking at Riri.
 
Riri nodded and expressed regret for bringing it up. Shuri shook her head and stated that she was not bothered. 
 
"I apologize for being so distant today. Because it is my anniversary, I've been missing her even more." Shuri informed Riri.
Riri assured her they didn't have to discuss it any more if she didn't want to. 
 
"No, it's fine. "I'd like to tell you about her." She stated. 
 
"She made this necklace for me. I can communicate with her, and the glowing means she's safe. It will change colors based on her mood. When the blip occurred and everyone else came back, she didn't, including my brother and cousin. The necklace is now basically every color. But the glowing gives me hope that she's still alive." 
Riri's eyes welled up as she listened to Shuri. Shuri basically lost everyone she loved.
"Can you tell me some more stuff about her?" Riri asked. 
Shuri offered her a tearful smile as she glanced at her. 
"Of course." 
"She sounds amazing," Riri said, as Shuri finished telling her about Y/N. "I know, that's why I married her" Shuri proudly said, but her smile quickly faded. "I miss her," She said. Shuri didn't want to burden her problems and worries onto Riri, even though they were friends, talking about Y/N was dreadfully painful.
"Well, even though you can't communicate with her anymore, your necklace still glows. So maybe she'll come back one day. My grandmother used to say, life ain't nothing without faith. So you gotta continue to have faith that she'll come back, good things that are made for us always comes back." Riri told shuri softly grabbing on her hand.
Shuri gave Riri a small smile and quietly thanked her squeezing her hand back. Shuri dropped their hands and told Riri she'll finish the project tomorrow. She told Riri to shut down the lab for her, she was going to call it a night.
As shuri walks down the palace halls, heading to her room, it gets quieter, she thought of the happy days. The day Shuri and Y/N got married. It was in secret, Shuri proposed to Y/N on the beach, it was absolutely beautiful. Shuri was the oldest 16 and Y/N 15. Their marriage was in secret because both of their parents would not of approve of them marrying so young, but their love was strong and Shuri knew she would never want to be with anyone else.
Shuri walked into her room, walking straight into the bathroom to do her nightly hygiene routine. After she was done, she lotioned up and put on her pajamas. She honestly felt mentally tired. She was sick of coming to an empty room night after night. She looked towards her closet and walked in, walking all the way to the back, were Y/N's clothes in boxes.
She opened the box and pulled out one Y/N's shirts, bringing it out of the closet, and walked towards her dresser which held all of Y/N's favorite perfumes. She sprayed the perfume on the shirt and held it up to her nose. She smiled softly at the smelled, the thought of getting rid of your belongings has never and will never cross her mind, this is all she has left of Y/N.
Shuri turns off the lights and gets into bed. She places the shirt over one of the pillows, and hugs it, taking in the scent. Oh, how she wishes Y/N would come back to her. She wishes her whole family back. Of course she has Nakia, her nephew, Okoye, and now Riri.
But, it wasn't the same. She lost everyone. Shuri clutched the pillow tighter as she silently cried herself to sleep.
 
-Time Skip-
Okoye dashed through the corridors of the palace, heading toward Shuri's room.
"Shuri! ukumkanikazi wam!" With tears in her eyes, she let out a cry and pushed open her doors.
 
Startled out of sleep, Shuri gazed at Okoye with a worried expression on her face.
"Yintoni eyenzekayo?" She asked Okoye.
"Kukho into ekufuneka uyibone." She says. 
With the Dora Milaje after them, Okoye and Shuri dashed through the palace's halls and out the palace.
Shuri turned on her suit and dashed over to the scene. The shore. 
Though that was not the case, Shuri mistook it for Namor returning.
 
"Kwenzeke ntoni?" Shuri asked, as Okoye stopped her from walking on the beach.
"Umntu othile wahlamba elunxwemeni." Okoye said, lowly.
Shuri nodded and moved aside only for Okoye to move back in front of her.
Shuri showed her face deactivating her suit, looking at the General suspiciously. "Ngaba siyazi ukuba ngubani?" Shuri asked her.
Okoye opened her mouth but nothing came out, she continued to take uneven breaths looking at Shuri who was losing patience.
Shuri took a good look at the General. Her cheeks was wet and her eyes were red. 'Has she been crying?' Shuri thought. Shuri tried to move around the General but Okoye moved in front of her once again.
"Okoye, you tell me what's going on, right now!" Shuri demanded staring the General in the eyes.
"We know who it is. Ngu ..... umfazi wakho uKumkanikazi wam." Okoye said, slowly her eye's tearing up.
Shuri ran past Okoye instinctively. She was running down the beach like a crazy person when she noticed Ayo and Aneka trying to revive Y/N, who was unconscious on the damp sand. 
 
Shuri slid into the sand close to Y/N's body, placing Y/N's head on her lap. 
 
"LOVE, PLEASE GET UP! DON'T DO THIS!" Shuri begged Y/N. She gazed at the bright red kimoyo beads on your breast, which indicated that it couldn't detect Y/N's pulse. 
 
Shuri removed her necklace and noticed that it had stopped glowing. 
 
 "HAYI! NCEDA UNGAYENZI LE NTO, MNTWANA! BUYELA KUM! ANDINAKUPHULUKANA NAWE!" Shuri screamed. Her hot tears fell on Y/N's face. 
 
The kimoyo beads then became green, prompting Y/N to cough up the water.  
 
Shuri quickly turned Y/N over to her side as she violently coughed up the water. When Y/N finally coughed up the water, Shuri turned her on her back again, pulled her up to her chest, and clutched onto her. 
 
Shuri cried into the side of Y/N's neck, thanking Bast for giving you back to her. Shuri moved her head from Y/N's neck and leaned down, pressing a small kiss to her lips. 
 
"My Queen, maybe we should take her back to the palace so she can get looked at." Okoye said. 
 
Shuri nodded and picked up Y/N, carrying her bridal style back to the palace.
-Time Skip-
Shuri observed Y/N, who was still unconscious, breathing steadily. She leaned over and kissed her forehead, brushing back the dark curls in her eyes. 
 
Shuri couldn't believe she was looking at her wife like this. She was still alive and well. Shuri hadn't seen Y/N in two years, and she was experiencing overwhelming emotions right now.
 
Shuri turned to gaze at Okoye, who was walking over from talking with Ayo. 
 
"How did this happen?" Shuri asked.
 
"A couple said that they saw Y/N wash up on the beach but didn't know who exactly she was until they got people to inform the Dora." She said quietly.
 
"When I got there and I got a good look at her, I knew then that was Y/N." She said, while looking down at Y/N and smiling. 
 
When Shuri turned her head and saw Riri stroll into the room in her pajamas, the moment came to a halt. 
 
"What in the hell is going on? I heard yelling and a lot of running. Did something happen?" She asked, concernedly approaching Shuri.
 
Shuri returned her gaze to her wife with a sweet smile. 
 
"Who's That?" Riri asked. 
 
Shuri returned Riri's gaze with tears in her eyes.
 
"This...is Y/N. Umfazi wam." She remarked, happily beaming. 
 
Riri raised her head at Shuri before returning her gaze to Y/N.
 
'This is her?' Riri pondered. 
"She's beautiful." Riri said.
 
Shuri glanced triumphantly at Y/N and Riri, stating, "Yes, she is. Ukumkanikazi wam omhle." 
 
"AYE!" Everyone turned their heads, and what they saw made their hearts drop. 
 
"Does someone want to fucking tell me why T and I just came out of the fucking ocean?!" 
 
Shuri audibly gasped as she placed her hands over her mouth. 
"N'Jadaka......brother." 
 
Okoye smiled as she stared at T'challa through tears. "Uyaphila." She stated proudly. 
 
Shuri dashed over to Erik and T'challa, wrapping her arms around them both and sobbing.
 
T'challa and Erik clung to Shuri as they sank to the ground. She wailed, clutching them even tighter, as if they might vanish again. 
 
They held onto Shuri while she cried till she couldn't anymore, and the only thing that came out were her hiccups. 
 
T'challa and Erik stepped back to get a better look at Shuri. T'challa had expressed her desire to cut her hair while smiling at her with tears in his eyes. While Erik stated that it suited her.
 
T'challa gazed around, noticing the Dora, Okoye, Y/N on the medical bed, and Riri, whom he didn't know. But who he didn't see was his mother.
 
T'challa returned his gaze to Shuri and asked where their mother was.
 
Shuri's lips quivered as more tears streamed down her cheeks. She started telling them everything. Everything down to the smallest detail. When she returned from the blip, the three of them didn't. 
 
She told them about Namor and what transpired in America, as well as her attempt to bring Riri to Wakanda and her capture by the Talokan. She told them of their mother's death and that M'baku is now King of Wakanda, and she is Queen and Black Panther. 
 
She told them everything that had transpired up until tonight. 
 
T'challa and Erik couldn't find the words to say when she finished. They were experiencing too many emotions at the same time. 
Erik had lost his aunt, and T'challa had lost his mother. M'baku reigns as King on the Thrown. And Shuri T'Challa's younger sister, Queen and Black Panther, has grown up. 
In the last two years, their country has experienced both triumph and tragedy. Erik and T'challa couldn't help but cry as they clutched Shuri. 
T'challa and Erik did express their admiration for Shuri's ability to handle things so well. Shuri thanked her brother and cousin with a warm grin. 
That is everything she has ever desired to hear. 
  -Time Skip-
"Oh my god, Shuri!" Y/N squealed, caught off guard, as Shuri effortlessly lifts her off the ground and twirls her around, cradling Y/N's body in her embrace as she walks down the palace halls. With a playful gesture, she plants several kisses on Y/N's cheek, eliciting another burst of laughter from her. “Shuri, put me down!,” she manage to utter amidst Shuri's genuine laughter, even though her pleads for her to let her go.
“Not a chance, nkoszana. Do you know how long I've waited for this moment?” she tells her sincerely placing her gently back on the ground. Y/N looked shuri in her eye's with love and admiration. After Shuri told Y/N what had happened, she was heartbroken that Shuri had to go through all that. And she felt even more guilty about what happened to Queen Mother. Because maybe if she was there Ramonda would be alive, but Shuri assured her that it wasn't her fault, what happened was out of their control.
Shuri kissed Y/N, trapping her between their bedroom door as her mouth traveled back to that sweet spot on Y/N's neck. Y/N's hand made its way to the back of Shuri's head, gently grasping her soft curls as her passionate kisses, making a moan come from her lips. Shuri's hands creep down Y/N's body, caressing her curves before her fingers slowly find their way between her legs again, causing Y/N's knees to buckle for a split second, from not being touched in so long.
Shuri was delicate in removing Y/N's clothes from her body, allowing her clothes to fall down to her ankles. Her slender fingers graced the sides of her panties, she was not so gentle with, hooking her fingers underneath the lace that hugged Y/N's hips and ripping them, causing a shiver to go down her spine.
"All I want to do right now is love her down (Ooh)
I don't give a damn about who hears the sound (Ooh...)
We'll be in the groove until the sun comes up (Yeah)
Together we'll get lost inside the love"
“Mmm... I smell how wet you are, Sthandwa.” Shuri pressed into Y/N's clit once more, pushing loving circles into her before she made her way down to her clenching hole. Y/N felt drenched, desperate for her wife's touch but Shuri desired to savor this moment as if it were a rare occurrence, shuri was going to please her wife tonight. She's going to make up for the two years she's lost with her love.
"Let's make a love scene, steamy and blue
Erotic memories for an audience of two
And we'll make a love scene, let the foreplay begin
And replay each moment again and again and again"
She traced her fingers over your Y/N's entrance, feeling the way her pussy chased after her in desperation of release. The relentless teasing Shuri subjected Y/N to was unbearable, driving her to the edge of exhaustion as Y/N's impatience mounted, begging Shuri to put an end to it.
"Take it off, take it off, take it off till you get enough
(Whoa... whoa... whoa... whoa...)
Anyway that you like, it's okay, come and get my love
(Whoa... oh... ho... ho... yea...)"
Y/N yearned, craving Shuri's touch with a deep hunger, and Shuri desired her wife just as much as she did. For a moment, Shuri got off the bed, allowing herself to become entranced with the way Y/N's slick glistened her inner thighs, doing all this as Shuri unbuttoned her dress shirt and rolled up her sleeves, her Necklace glowing, and her Panther Grillz glistening against her ebony skin. Shuri was so beautiful and the sight of her only heightened Y/N's arousal, her core pulsing beneath Shuri's gaze.
"All I want to do right now is love her down (Love her down)
I don't give a damn about who hears the sound (Hears a sound)
We'll be in the groove until the sun comes up
(Ooh... ooh...)
Together we'll get lost inside the love (Oh, yeah)"
Shuri got on the bed, resting herself on her knees before motioning Y/N to lay on her back and she obliges, spreading her legs, her arms cuffing under her legs. Shuri's fingers lingered above Y/N's clit, grazing them along her folds.
"Let's make a love scene (Make a love scene), steamy and
Blue (Ooh)
Erotic memories for an audience of two
And we'll make a love scene (We'll make a love scene)
Let the foreplay begin (Oh... ho...)
And replay each moment (Mmm) again and again and again
Ooh, I'm gonna keep lovin', I'm gonna keep lovin' you baby
(When the curtain drops) Oh
We won't stop (We won't stop), we won't stop"
Shuri wasted no time sinking her eager fingers through Y/N's folds, Shuri's digits getting lost in her thick, swollen pussy as Y/N feels the coolness of Shuri's rings up against her. She occasionally brushes over Y/N's clit causing her flinch every time, still sensitive from Shuri's lingering touch.
"Baby lyin' on the bed
Exotic fantasies goin' through her head
She's staring at me with those bedroom eyes
(Take four) Honey sippin' on some Chardonnay
The sex is even better when she's feeling that way"
"Are you going to be a good wife, and let me pleasure you?" Shuri asked, in a sultry tone.
Shuri's words make pounding of Y/N's core intensify, aching to be taken care of. Shuri licked a long stripe up her entrance, eliciting a sharp inhale from Y/N as she licked her lips at the taste.
"Tell me what you want, Ukumkanikazi wam?" She asked, kissing her clit.
"Ndithabathe ukumkanikazi wam." Y/N moaned out, pressing Shuri's head closer to her entrance.
That’s all Shuri needed to hear. She lowered her head to the heaven between Y/N's thighs. She swirls her tongue around her clit, moaning as she sucks gently.
"Umhle kakhulu, kumkanikazi wam." Shuri whispered, lapping Y/N's juices as she clenched around Shuri's tongue, feeling her climax approaching.
“Bast!” Y/N cried out, throwing her head back with eyes glued shut.
Any attempt at hiding Y/N's need for Shuri was long gone now. Shuri flicked her tongue rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves, admiring the way your legs clamped over her ears as she did.
“Shuri-yam,” Y/N whined, Shuri's name dragging over her lips.
“Yes, my darling?” Shuri mutters, kitten-kissing Y/N's clit. “P-Please, k-keep going.” Y/N begged.
“Fuck! Right there, mama. Don't stop....A-almost there!” Y/N utter, releasing her grip on the sheets and replacing her grasp onto Shuri’s dark curls.
Shuri's name continued to vibrate off the walls when Y/N's release erupted through her vessel, her body shaking as she rode it out.
The queen lapped up Y/N's essence, sucking every drop that threatened to fall from her center as she moaned at the taste. "You did such a good job, my Queen." Shuri praised, leaning up to kiss Y/N's lips, so she could taste herself.
Y/N reaches her hand out to her Queen, "your turn. Let me taste you, Panther-yam."
Shuri straddles Y/N's stomach, moving her wet core back and forth.
Y/N's hand grazes through Shuri's slick folds as Y/ N's mouth waters at the thought of tasting her mama, "My face. Sit on your throne, my Queen." Y/ N insisted.
"Bendikukhumbula, kumkanikazi wam." Shuri moaned, out softly.
Y/N doesn't respond, instead gripping Shuri's hips and bringing her pussy down to within her mouth's reach before going to town. Y/N start by licking a flat stripe up her folds, collecting as much of her essence on her tongue as she possibly can, moaning at Shuri's taste, "You taste so good, Mama." Y/N raised her other hand up and parting Shuri's folds to wrap her lips around her clit and suck.
"Girl, I'm down to take a sip from your cup
If you drink from my fountain of love (Oh, ho)
Girl I'm down to take a sip from your cup (From your cup)
If you drink from my fountain of love
'69 was a very good year (Do you remember, girl)
If you know what I mean, my dear (Ooh, baby)
'69 was a very good year (I could remember)
If you know what I mean, my dear (Let's do it over and
Over again)"
Shuri throws her head back, a loud moan falling from her lips as she begins rocking her lower lips against your face "Bast! Yes, don't stop! Ndiyakuthanda." Moaned loudly, looking down at Y/N
"Let's make a love scene (Let's make a love scene)
Steamy and blue (Let's do it on the floor)
Erotic memories for an audience of two
And we'll make a love scene (Alright)"
"Ndiyakuthanda, nawe" Y/N responded, spitting onto Shuri’s clit. Making Shuri scream Y/N's name.
 -Time Skip-
 "We do not exist in
Any other instant"
“What’s on your mind, sthandwa sam?” Shuri's voice held Sincerity.
Shuri laid on Y/N's chest looking up in her eyes.
"Nothing, I just can't believe everything that has happened in the last two years." Y/N said, looking up at the ceiling.
Shuri turns over, sitting up on her elbows, looking down into Y/N's eyes.
"Sthandwa-Sam. I know you blame yourself, and I'm telling you not too. What happened, what I've been through was not something you could have fixed." Shuri said, pressing her forehead against Y/N's.
"Here in this dimension
You and I are meant to be"
Y/N's eyes watered as she began to cry a little. "Yeah, but you had to do it all alone. I mean yeah you had Nakia and Okoye. But you've waited two whole for me. If didn't come back I would've wanted you to move on. Find someone other than me to make you happy."
"If you just give me 24
Man, all I need is 24 hours
I promise you'll want plenty more
You'll probably be with it forever
So how does it sound, us on the ground
Giving you my love?"
“Ssshhh, Usana lwam ihobe. I was never alone I carried you with me everywhere I went. Prayed to Bast every day that you would come back to me, never giving up hope or faith. And look what happened, you came back to me. On our anniversary at that." She said, smiling down at Y/N. Making her cry even harder.
"Come to me
Come, come to me
what you've done to me
You put a gun to me
Then you brought the sun to me"
"And as for moving on. That's something I could never in my days do. I love your sense of humor, how you’re always laughing and it makes me laugh. Puts a smile to my face when I have no smile to offer. I love your strength and your capability to love even though the world has not been so kind to you."
"Shine like blood diamonds
Learning to have patience only 'cause you are timeless
The universe energy doesn't lie
And this chemistry is infinity at a million times
I wrote a million rhymes describing your star power
And after 24 bars, you get 24 hours"
“You reminded me everyday of what it is to be happy. And I want nothing more than to spend the end my days, waking up to your perfect face every morning. I loved you every second of my life, and that's never going to change." Shuri finished tears sliding down her cheeks.
"There's no place quite like here
There's no better time than now
You gotta stay ready
There's no place quite like here
There's no better time than now
That's why I stay ready"
"I love you Shuri." Y/N said, kissing Shuri's lips.
"We do not exist in
Any other instant
Here in this dimension
You and I are meant to be"
"I love you more, Sthandwa."
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Me again. Say the demon bros had been captured by someone who meant to do them harm—perhaps some religious human who thinks they’re evil and has them in a devil trap. And then MC comes to rescue them, fights their captor and ends up victorious and saving them. How would the demons each feel about being rescued by their human?
MC saves the brothers from capture 
Very few humans have ever been a danger to any demon. If a human did manage to capture one of the brothers, it would be by pure luck, and it would really be more of an annoyance than a threat. But if MC swooped into save them before they could save themselves, how would they react? 
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*Asmodues uses he/she pronouns 
Lucifer 
Honestly he’s so over it 
He’s sitting in the middle of this stupid “summoning circle” when he should be getting work done 
All because this idiotic self righteous human thinks they’re hot shit 
He’s about to use a bit of magic to break out when all of a sudden the door flies off it’s hinges and—
It’s you 
In the next instant the other human is on the ground out cold 
And Lucifer has only half processed what happened when you rub away the chalk circle and scoop him up 
“Lucifer, I was so worried. Are you alright?”
“Ahem. Yes, I’m fine. I see you’ve already taken care of the problem. Now let’s go home so I can finish my work.” 
Very nonchalant 
Fully aware he wasn’t really in any danger, that human had no idea what they’re doing 
But he’s glad to see that you came to rescue him anyways 
Mammon 
Freaking out a little bit, actually 
It’s like being on a rollercoaster: Your common sense tells you you’re not in any danger, but you can’t help being scared! 
He’s still trying to put on a tough guy facade though 
“Hah! You think this stupid circle will stop anything? Ugh, humans…” 
But a few empty threats from his captor will shut him up 
He’s debating offering them money (even though he doesn’t really have any) 
And also thinking about how mad Lucifer is gonna be if he doesn’t get home soon 
But before he can make an offer and bury himself further in debt, you break in just in time 
Mammon doesn’t watch much but he can hear the scuffle and a glass breaking and what he thinks was the other human getting thrown over a table??
And suddenly you’re pulling him out of the circle and looking him up and down for any injuries 
“Mammon, are you alright? They didn’t hurt you did they?”
“Relax, human! The Great Mammon can handle himself! I-In fact, I’m a little upset that you got to ‘em before I did! Aha…yeah….” 
He doesn’t sound very confident about that 
And he will definitely make himself the hero of the story when he tells it to his brothers later 
Leviathan 
LOSING HIS MIND 
FULL PANIC MODE 
SOMEONE GET HIM A BROWN PAPER BAG TO HYPERVENTILATE INTO 
A crying puddle on the floor 
His captor is really confused but still trying to do an evil monologue over Leviathan’s sobbing 
“Is this how it ends for this otaku?! Captured and killed by a human?! Oh, the agony!“
You only figured out what room he was in because you could hear his wails a mile away 
His demeanor completely changes when he sees you 
And he’s honestly amazed at the way you fight off his ‘captor’
Completely starstruck when you scoop him up from his place on the floor 
“Levi? You doing alright?”
“Y-Yes, I’m fine, just…in heaven…” 
He cant even count how many times he’s fantasized about being saved by you
Cannot thank you enough and will be doing favors (i.e., sucking up to you) for the next month 
Will constantly sing your praises as well 
He’s just so grateful he can’t contain it! 
Satan 
Annoyed just like Lucifer 
But let’s his anger show through more 
Partly because he wants to be intimidating and let this human know he’s not on the mood for bullshit, and partly because that’s just how he is 
“This is the last damn thing I wanted to deal with today…” 
The last thing he wants to do is have to use his magic, he doesn’t have the energy 
So he lets the human go about their ‘master plan’ for a while, waiting for them to let their guard down 
Because such a self centered asshat is bound to make a mistake 
But before that could happen, you had busted down the door in a surprise entrance that even made Satan flinch a bit 
He’s surprised to see you, but not unhappy 
And he’s very happy when you get to work beating the shit out of his ‘captor’ 
He’s definitely cheering you on like a middle school boy watching a fight at recess 
When you walk over to him, though, it’s a different story 
“Are you okay Satan?” 
“Yes yes, I’m fine. While I appreciate your efforts I should like you to know I had the situation completely under control on my own.” 
Once he’s firmly asserted to you that he would’ve been fine without your rescue, he’ll gladly let you escort him home 
Asmodeus 
More confused than scared at first
Once she realizes what’s going on though she groans dramatically and starts lamenting 
“Ugh, I know humans love me and all—I mean, who doesn’t—but you could at least give me a warning! You interrupted my me time…”
Honestly just unamused 
This human is just boring, not even worth flirting with 
He’s going to die of boredom! 
Fortunately though, before that happens you come to his rescue 
He squeals with excitement as you come rushing through the door 
And he gets a little flushed at your show of brute strength 
“Oh my, I didn’t know my human could do that!” 
Sighs dreamily as you pick her up and carry her bridal style 
Princess Asmo being saved by her knight in shining armor! 
What more could he have wanted? 
Now he can get back to pampering himself 
Not before he asks you to join in, of course 
It’s how he says thank you 
Beelzebub 
Second least phased aside from Belphie 
His cheeseburger got summoned with him, so he’s chill
He can hardly hear his ‘captor’s’ babbling when he’s stuffing his face full of the best human world food those mortals have to offer 
Will ask for another when he’s done as if he hasn’t just been basically kidnapped 
He just sort of sits there staring off into space 
Probably thinking about what he wants to eat next before you come barging in
He’s surprised to see you, but still waves at you and flashes you a smile casually 
This smile falters when you throw a punch at the other human 
And then another 
And another 
And— DEAR GOD, YOU CAN STOP NOW 
“Beel, are you okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?” 
“Well, no, but I think you hurt them enough for the both of us…” 
Just sort of stands up and brushes himself off 
Asks you if you wanna go grab some human world food since you’re both here 
It’s a great post getting kidnapped snack! 
Belphegor 
Least phased by a mile 
Too sleepy to give a shit 
Almost didn’t even wake up his nap when he was warped through dimensions
“Huh? What’s goin’ on? …A summoning? Sounds boring. Wake me up on an hour.” 
Despite his ‘captors’ yelling and empty threats Belphegor doesn’t even stir 
He does wake, though, when he senses your presence
Of course by that point you’ve already dealt with the other human and grabbed Belphie 
“Oh, human, you’re here? ‘Kidnapped?’ Oh yeah, guess I was. Eh, weirder things have happened.”
Just wants to go home and take a nap with you 
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✧    ✦ ☽︎Your on your period☾ ✦  ⚝ ✧     
          
         ❧ ♡ Muzan kibutsuji ♡ ❧ HEE HEE
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-He has everything ready like food check blankets check pillows check like He is completely ready unlike last time…
-The first time this happens he was annoyed on why you were having mood swings.(Bro had no idea)
-You were very angry 
-And Douma being who he is annoyed by you …..
-Muzan has never seen anyone being this bloody in a fight
-Akaza being him is voting for you hoping he gets injuries that last long and make him weak.
-Muzan is very amused like he never knew you had this side but he was also confused like when were you this angry.
-Soon Daki has to say this to him.
-The upper moons are now being used as servants if you're on your period and if something is missing like a blanket or something they are getting insulted and probs emotional damage.
-He lets you be a bit rude and annoying as he thinks about when this will end.
-He's even there when you're crying from the pain trying to calm you down with gifts like basically stuff or nice words.
-And when it's over he just says about how crazy he felt you were and etc.
-Overall i actually want this treatment as periods suck and female readers , we hate them but it is what it is.(╥﹏╥)
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           ⚔︎ ✧˖ °☽︎Kokushibou☾ ✧˖ ⚔︎
-He is probs ignoring or not being with you as 1 he doesn't want to fight with you and 2 he has no idea what to do
-But he does check in sometimes to make sure nothing happens and you don't do something dumb or get hurt.
Sorry Kokushibous is short I just don't expect him to be there and I have no idea what to write
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                   ☃❄Doma❄☃
-He will get you anything you want with his servants like you want something sweet or a chocolate a servant is on their way.(Btw if your a demon expect him to share his food with you as most people prefer humans)
-He asks his followers for a heating pad and when you're crying He just hugs you as he has no idea what to do.
-But the first time he smelled blood on you he asked were you okay and also asked to drink a bit of it….
-You slapped him and said you were on your period…
-He wasn't very cautious tho and annoyed you just for fun and you cussed him and slapped him.
-He decided to not do it again when you're on your period as he just knows he will get smacked.
-I hope i will never have someone like him as i would bet the shit
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                   ❄🏀A̶k̶a̶z̶a̶🏀❄
-He didn't know anything so when he asked why you had a blood smell on you…
-You had to explain to him how you were on your period and what and when it comes.
-The uppermoon were wondering why Akaza looked so traumatized….
-But aside everything Akaza is very protective and caring as he doesn't want demons near you and he is way nicer.
-He gets you stuff you need and calms you down if you're crying or etc.
 UGH bro I want him so bad like bro please marry me like google how to marry 2D characters and we all can agree Akaza is husbando material.
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                 🧪Gyutaro𓌴
-He probs has almost no idea what to do and asks Daki
-He gets you snacks and stuff but is very cautious around you to not make you sad or etc.
-He probs asks Daki for help tho
-He will not be around much as he thinks you say he is ugly or etc.
-So when he is nearby, call him amazing or something cuz he cant be sad.
-He will treat you amazingly this time and always as you love him even though he looks like this so he thinks you're from heaven.
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                       ♡💎Daki💎♥
- Both you and Daki suffer together and try black clothes together
-You both cuddle ,eat and cry together
-She gets you a heating pad and one for her.
-And if you are a demon she shares her meals with you  or gets extra 
food for you
-So yeah you basically have your best time and stuff with Daki
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This was really fun to write but honestly I'm so sorry I had no idea what to write for Kokushibou and Daki as I never really thought for her to have a lover but at the same time I felt she should have one also Thanks a lot for liking my ho you guys met work as I thought I would have less likes or less people seeing it so yeah thanks.ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ
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Rating Bf characters on how well I think they would perform at their Part-time job
Y'all remember the Banana Fish part-time job artworks? Well I remembered it so now it's my job to share my unwanted opinion on all of them :)
1. Ash as Pizza delivery boy: 5/10
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With Ash it just really depends on his mood
He's the fastest deliverer if he wants to
But he's also the guy to deliver your pizza with half the pizza missing and his explanation being: "sorry bro I got hungry"
Also your order will "mysteriously disappear" if you don't tip him enough
2. Shorter as Waiter: 10/10
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I mean it's canon that Shorter works at Chang Dai
He wants to be the future owner of the diner so his grind is strong 💪💪
Makes the customers feel comfortable and I just feel like the vibe would be good with him.
3. Sing as Messenger Boy: 7/10
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I can see him having fun at this job
Problem is when he starts to have too much fun and gets too invested in people's businesses
He's gonna know every secret in every neighborhood that's nearby
Bonus point because despite acting like he's a delivery boy from the 1900's (definitely tried to speak like them as well), he does a good job
4. Eiji as Pet Groomer: 100/10
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Staff was so right for this
Puppy happiness increases by 1000%
5. Yut Lung as Beauty Advisor: 9.5/10
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Okay first of all he ABSOLUTELY KNOWS what he's doing so this is an amazing job choice
Will give his clients actual helpful advice and make sure they look STUNNING
Also he definitely lets you rant about your day and will gossip with you whilst fixing your mascara
(and he absolutely calls his clients "honey" or "sweetie" so bonus point)
Minor problem is he WILL judge you if he doesn't like one of your requests and he WILL let you know
6. Blanca as Bartender: -1000/10
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I do not trust this man with my drink.
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brights-place · 2 months
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OH MY GOD I LOVED THE VELVET ONE! UHM CAN YOU PLEASE DO VENEER NEXT IF YOU CAN??!?
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Dating Veneer Headcannons
Pairings: Veneer X Reader
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Dating veneer headcannons! Yipee sorry this came one late I've been busy with work and my personal its like so much right now that it's worrying rn but I hope you like these!
- Veneer was close to you well cause you were Velvet and his manager - He befriended you very quickly and would smile at you everytime he see's you but after awhile he realized that he always got nervous when you were around, never truly understanding his own feelings.
- He asked velvet for help and she pointed out that he liked you in an romantic way which made him shocked - He soon starts to flirt with you which always ends up with you giggling at how bad they where but you still accepted when he asked to take you on an date - 3-5 dates later you two started to date and it was amazing he loves you so much and would cling onto you - He lovess giving you small gifts he'd just straight up walk to you and hand you the gift with an huge grin on his face "(Name) I bough you an gift its matching bracelets for you, and I"
- Veneer tried so hard not to tell you they were using an troll for their talent and had slipped up many times velvet and covered his mouth glaring at him and speaking for Veneer - Veener would make sure you you get an good amount of breaks mainly because veneer likes to make sure when your on an break he could gossip with you and talk about the most random things - He finds it easier to open up to people, compared to Velvet. You specifically being someone he holds very close which was you! So thats why he gossips with you - Also loves when you get him little gifts or if you make him something he'd tear up and squeal - Loves showing of his show outfits for you - In general, he loves being around you and can’t get enough of you. You make him feel so grateful.
- He can sometimes struggle with communication he loves you and trusts you enough to speak his mind  - if he sees your sad or in a bad mood he will drop everything he’s doing just to help you even if that's rehearsals and velvet would yell at him later he wants to focus on you
- he’ll spoil you rotten the got that famous people moneyyyy! probably gets more gifts for you than he does himself
- cant stand up to his sister for himself or anyone else but when it comes to you? HE DOSEN'T GIVE AN SHIT! HE WILL FIGHT SOMEONE
- Veneer is SOOOO clingy - Clings onto you when he's tired like wraps himself around you two times (Cause he can do that bro's an spaghetti doll) - He is 100% the little spoon. Even if hes taller then you, he will make it work. - However he will never pass up an opportunity to be the big spoon. He honestly doesn't mind at all! just as long as your in his arms or he's in yours he'd be happy
- any chance he gets to hug you or kiss your face he will with no mercy…
- whenever he’s stressed he’ll just sit down in front of you and lay his head on your thighs as he looks up at you lovingly - He would literally call you all sorts of cute nicknames or just some mebarssing nicknames just not because he usually does this with alot of people but for you it would be constant and intentional while he wiggles his eyebrows - Makes stupid expressions while your sad as you giggle kissing his lips - I would say Veneers love languages are gifts and physical touch cause this man would 100% do that - likes doing your hair his hair styling skills are amazing he does it for fun like how velvet does so it always comes out great not as good as velvets though Sometimes he allows velvet to use you to test out styles she might do on herself and veneer for fun
- It breaks his heart when you’re upset, so he uses everything in his power to make you happy again. He’ll talk to you, telling you that everything’s gonna be okay. - Within a few minutes, you won’t even remember what you were sad about. - When you heard they where frauds you stared at Veneer who looked at you quickly as your voice that was in an whisper "veneer..." veneer stared at you before hopping into the car with velvet - They used an troll which was ILLEGAL AND COULD MAKE THEM GO TO JAIL! you couldn't help but stare at veneer with betrayal and sadness in your eyes - you made sure that the small troll was alright and apologized that you didn't know at all this was going on - You also scolded crimp about how she was helping them and made sure to tell the authorities crimp was also apart of it ... You ain't letting crimp slide she helped the two - Even though that happened you still visited him in prison you wouldn't lie to yourself he looks great in orange but even though you cried when seeing the Veneer hang his head in shame you wanted to hug him but the glass between you couldn't allow that
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tmnt-narratives · 7 months
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Spider anon here!! I LOVE what you did with my idea!! I think a fic would be amazing too!! (I'd love a Leo one cuz he's my fave haha).
Also another idea for the rise boys x spidey sona reader, what if they got caught with an action figure of the reader? They'd be all embarrassed it would be so cute!!
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𝐀/𝐍 - 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆!! 𝐘𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐘𝐘𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐎, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐌𝐅𝐀𝐎- 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞- 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞- 𝐥𝐨𝐥.
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✎ He really likes your spidey merch!! He thinks it's cool, and he probably saves up his allowance just to buy your spidey merch and figurines and such. He can't help it!!- First of all, you're New York's spider person, and second of all you're his partner!! How can he not be a fan??? It's like committing a crime to him if any of his brothers dislike you. YOU'RE THE SPIDER PERSON!!! A hero!! Just like him and his brothers!!
✎ He probably has a whole lot of collector items of your merch. Maybe some cereal boxes with you and your special spider suit on the front. He won't touch or eat the cereal though. He'll leave it on a shelf and he'll make sure the shelf NEVER gets dusty. He might not have a lot of jupiter jim figurines, but.. You?? If you thought Raph was a big fan to Ghost bear. He is an even bigger- No. HUGE FAN of you.
✎ I'd like to think how you caught him with your spidey action figure, he'd probably be in his room dusting off the shelf full of your merchandise and such. Cleaning them all thoroughly so that they shined and sparkled like you did. While you walk into the lair looking for him, only to check his room where he is cleaning the shelf. He's WAY too absorbed with cleaning your figures and such that he doesn't even notice you walk in!!
✎ When you use a web from your web slinger to web onto a figure of yourself he's holding on to, that catches his attention. And boy.. BRO IS EMBARRASSED AS FU- He's face matches his red mask, maybe even redder. You can barely tell what part of his face is his mask and what isn't. He's just that embarrassed.!!
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✎ He doesn't want to admit it. But Donnie is a big fan!! Whether he likes it or not, He may have more merch and figurines than he has of Atomic Lass!! Hell, he might even be more of a bigger fan than he is to Atomic Lass compared to you!! That's how you know he is a fan of you and your spidey fashion sense. You will also know he is a major fan when he has multiple posters of you in your spider suit plastered onto his lab walls as he works. When he feels unmotivated, he just looks at your poster and BOOM. He is back in the mood again.
✎ As much as he dislikes spiders and spider webs, due to the nasty and traumatic experience with Big Mama and her spider webs, he does admit that you are a pretty cool hero. I mean- the tech you use for Galileo's sake!! Your web slinger!! And the geometry used to prepare webs for villains when they fall in?? Oh he’s in love!! You use science and you’re cool! Of course he is hopelessly in love.
✎ Like Raph, Donnie probably has a shelf or maybe a safe with a code on it or something, somewhere safe that none of his brothers could ever find full of your merch and other limited addition items that has you and your spider suit on it!! He has posters?? You can believe he does. He buys all the posters, and wants every design. He has acrylic fan art keychains from fanmade small shops?? You bet he has it. Anything and everything. He has it. As long as it’s not too weird and has you on it?? He has it. Talk about fanboy nerd.
✎ You’d probably catch him with your figurine in his lab while he puts on some 80s music, specifically ‘Let’s groove’, while dancing to the music playing he’ll hold the figurine and basically dance with it in his hands. Meanwhile you’re just standing there with your hands to the side confused as fuc- But seeing this interaction?? Whether he noticed you standing there or not, You’ll have to ask Donnie to dance with you next time when you’re all dressed up in your spider fashion.
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✎ We already know that Leo can be a HUGE fanboy, we know he has HUNDREDS of a bunch of Jupiter Jim comics. Including the limited addition AND special mint condition comics. And we all know how much he looks up to Lou Jitsu, aka.. his dad- BUT imagine how much of a fanboy and how much merch he has of you!!
✎ I mean- YOU'RE A SPIDEY PERSON!! You can shoot webs on surfaces?? COOL!! You can climb walls and walk on walls with just your arms and legs?? SUPER COOL!! And any other cool spider ability?? SUPER DUPER COOL DUDE!! Leo is OBSESSED with your super cool.. EVERYTHING!! He has your figurines, your plushies, those bad icecream pops that look really weird with gumball eyes- But what he really looks for?? The special limited items of you of course!!
✎ He really, and when I mean really, likes your limited and special spider suit figurines. Like Donnie could be ranting about something, and all Leo would be doing is day dreaming about you in your spidey suit. He really loves the fashion and the way you look in your spidey suit, did i mention that??? Leo might even go on Ebay just to look for a body pillow with you on it.. Creepy and Cute. Yet still Leo-like of him to do.
✎ You'd probably catch him with your action figure or something when he thought nobody was home at the lair. Well- You were at the lair in search for him. You were trying to take him out on a small a simple and nice pizza rooftop date.. Plans changed when you walked into his room and caught him holding an action figure and body pillow of you. You slowly left the room in complete confusion, making Leo completely embarrassed about the situation and trying to explain to you what was that on text.
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✎ *SQUEALING SOUNDS THAT COULD BURST YOUR EARDRUMS* Don't get him started on your spider-self!! HE IS ACTUALLY YOUR BIGGEST FANBOY- or erm- Smallest fanboy. Hehe. He could go hours and hours and HOURS about you!! He is so in love with you and your spider-self and he'll seriously flip out whenever he sees anything that reminds him of you. Please- You thought he was a fan of MeatSweats?? PFFT- NOPE!! He likes you way too much more!!
✎ For realises though- if he ever sees merchandise or something that has your spidermark on it?? Mikey is already infodumping almost every single bit of detail and info he knows about you and your spider-self. He practically and does talk his brothers ears off about you and how lovely you are. He thinks your so cool though!! You are literally perfect to him!! How lucky is he is he is able to be your partner??? He thinks he is pretty lucky to have someone just like you!!
✎ He probably learns to draw you and such. So he can self ship himself with you in drawings, although you both are already together, he really likes to be able to draw you in the fashionable and cool suit you wear!! He might even make a small cookbook basing foods and how they look based off how your spidersuit looks and your favorite foods. But he does own those chibi minifigurines of people, and he has yours!! He like to leave it everywhere, or like on his desk, somewhere he can see it while he is working or being productive!!
✎ I'd like to think you didn't catch him with the chibi minifigure. He'd probably invite you over to the lair to make something with him in the kitchen. And of course, being the cool and awesome partner you are. You came over in your suit, to which mikey of course freaked out about and took so many selfies and pictures of you. And when you guys actually began to cook, Mikey casually places the mini figure on the table countertop. And you'll notice, and if you ask?? He'll just smile and rant about how he HAS to have it with him all the time, since when you're not around. At least he can see you through a small figure, cause you always make his day better.
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CW: Irritated Eddie Munson, the stressors of a group project, semi-public sex, accidental voyeurism, possessive Eddie Munson, bros refusing to communicate
Word Count: 10.4K
Summary: Corroded Coffin's first recording studio experience takes some unexpected turns... as told from the point of view of the one and only Eddie Munson.
A/N: To say that I am so fucking excited to drop this chapter would be an understatement. Because I am. SO FUCKING EXCITED.
@chaoticgood-munsonis the REASON this chapter went in this direction, y'all. She showed me the story that's linked below, and we HAD to loosely base this chapter off of it. There was always going to be a catalyst, make no mistake... she just poured the gasoline on the fire, and here we go!
@morningberriesao3 MY GOD this girl. I don't know how she handles the neuroses and the constant multi-texting but she does. We connected on this site and I immediately became feral for her writing. If ANY of you have an ounce of curiosity or love for Steddie, read her works. NOW.
And last, but certainly not least, the fic that inspired the chapter and helped us come to this sneaky Gareth/Reader tag (or perhaps, just the beginning?): all mine from the ever-fabulous @munsonussy
The Beginning
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He should be more excited about this, but he’s not.
He’s in a real-life studio, fucking recording his music with his band and his amazing girlfriend that’s organized all of it for him – for the band – and he’s sour about it.
He’s actually a little more than sour.  He’s borderline rabid.
Eddie and Corroded Coffin are now two hours into the four-plus hour recording session at Hawkins Community College, which comes nearly two hours after they spent lugging equipment and going through a rigorous setup in an unfamiliar place.  That alone already thrust Eddie into the edgy mood he’s in.  Two hours of running through Nightmare, Almost Easy and Beast and the Harlot again and again until his fingers felt like they were cracked and bleeding.  Two hours of sweat and gritty vocals and complicated riffs and thundering tempos that make his chest heave and temples throb with his efforts.
It’s been a day so far, yeah – especially for someone who hates getting up early.  Granted, he’d do just about anything for you, and he knows it… but it’s approaching noon, and his seven a.m. wake-up time is starting to take its toll.  He’s tired and cranky and his voice is kinda starting to hurt. 
But that’s nothing compared to the agony of spending two hours watching you through the thick glass of the sound room with him. 
There are three of them total, the 200-level students that are running the session (in the most disorganized and fumbling manner possible, but whatever – Eddie’s not a complainer).  The more personable ones, Sam and Andrew, are cool.  Like, really fuckin’ cool.  Nerds like them from another small town high school that are finding their place in college.  It gives Eddie insight as much as it gives him hope.
Sam really got in their favor when he complimented the hand-drawn D-20 on Gareth’s guitar case.  Andrew is a little on the quieter side, or maybe that’s just because the other one, fucking Tucker, is being a huge asshole and has basically made this a one-man show.  
The kid’s a douche, Eddie was certain of that immediately.  Like King Steve Harrington (before he started coming to the Hideout with you and okay, okay – acting slightly less like a tool), Chance Brady and Tommy Hagan all rolled into one colossal asshole.  
It isn’t how he dresses or even what he looks like.  
It’s how he speaks.  To his apparent project partners, to the band, and to you.
Everyone has their place, and he openly believes it’s beneath him.  Eddie estimates that Tucker is at least two years older than him, maybe three and obviously on strike number twelve with his daddy before his trust fund gets “taken away.”  Like that would ever actually happen to someone like Tucker.  And the shit part is that Tucker knows it.  That silver spoon will stay gnashed between his teeth for as long as he decides – daddy’s threats started coming up empty years ago.  
So, Eddie has spent the last two hours listening to a complete and total fuckwad boss them around like he’s goddamn Peter Mensch without the actual experience to back it up or the ability to listen for a hot second so Sam could actually apply his skills and get them the fuck out of there.  
Or, more aptly put, get you the fuck out of there.
Eddie’s not sure if he can take another fucking minute of watching Tucker invade your space or smile that sickly sweet smile or drag those vile eyes up and down your body – he fucking moves toward you at this point and it makes Eddie see red.  You’re not encouraging it by any means, and that’s the only thing that’s keeping Eddie’s fists from meeting Tucker’s face in between takes.  He’s watched you engage with Andrew more than any of them, but that’s done nothing to deter Tucker.  If anything, it’s made his efforts for your attention double, and fuck if he isn’t laying it on thick.
Eddie knows for a fact Tucker heard you when you introduced him as your boyfriend.  There had been polite recognition with Sam, for sure.  He’d read through Almost Easy before the session and had a lot of great things to say.   Sam?  Cool.  Andrew?  Definitely seems decent.  
Tucker?  Absolute dick pickle.
Tucker right off made some jackass comment on how he thought it was cute that a chick was the real songwriter behind a heavy metal band and that Eddie and Gareth could stand to learn a thing or two from your genius.
Eddie knows he’s not wrong.  But fuck him for pointing it out like the jerk that he is.  The look he shared with Gareth was drenched in mutual understanding:
Yeah, he’s asking for an ass-kicking.  
Speaking of King Asshat, Eddie fights a gigantic eye roll as he watches Tucker stretch his body across where you sit to click on the speaker to the live room.  You reactively flinch at his proximity, but being as polite as you are, you don’t make a show of it.  
Eddie grits his teeth, his mouth pressing in a hard line.  He’s trying desperately to follow your example, but he knows he’s not at all as well-mannered as you and his patience is wearing thin.
“I’d say we lay that one down, fellas.  That’s probably as good as it’s gonna get.”  Tucker drones, sighing as if he’s bored as he addresses the band through the com. 
“Oh my god,” Eddie mutters under his breath with a shake of his head.  The throbbing in his temples intensifies, and he casts his darkening eyes to the ground while Gareth snorts on behalf of both of them before agreeing with their stopping point for Eddie, who is immensely grateful that his friend sensed that his lead guitarist isn’t in the most agreeable frame of mind. 
Eddie’s entire demeanor changes when he hears your voice.
You swivel in your rolling chair, nudging Tucker out of the way of the com.  “We still have nearly two hours left, you guys!” you exclaim, and Eddie grins at the excitement in your tone.  “What else do you wanna do?”  You look over at Sam and Andrew.  “We can do a couple more, right?”
Eddie opens his mouth to offer a suggestion or two when Grant swiftly interjects, nearly shouting from his perch behind the band,
“Eat!  I’m fuckin’ starving!”
With raucous laughter ringing through both sides of the glass, it’s agreed that yeah – it’s time to take a break.  Eddie jerks his head, motioning you to join him, and he can’t fight the smug little smirk that plays on his lips as you hop off your chair, effectively ignoring whatever nonsense Tucker was spewing in your ear.  The scowl on Tucker’s face at your complete disregard of his being might be the most beautiful Eddie’s seen today – next to you, of course.
You let yourself into the sound stage and Eddie shifts on his stool to allow you to slot between his lanky legs.  Having you close already calms the roiling in his gut, and he wraps his arms around you, pressing your back into his chest.  
“You guys have no idea –,” you praise through a groan as you lean back into Eddie’s embrace, “oh my god, you sound so good.  It’s wild, I mean –”
The sharp click from the booth cuts you off mid sentence.  “So, what do we want brought in?  I mean, if you guys are all so keen on taking a break.”
Eddie buries his face in your neck to keep from scowling.  Maybe if he makes a bit of a show of it, starts kissing you right behind your ear just like you like it,  it’ll shut him –
“Alfredo’s is running a special on buffalo wings today,” Grant interrupts Eddie’s thoughts with his suggestion that rolls off his tongue like he’s been thinking of it all morning.  “I vote there.”
All are in agreement with the exception of Tucker, and it comes as no surprise to Eddie.
“Nah, Alfredo’s is kinda gross.  Their wings are too spicy, anyway.”
Andrew speaks up for the first time in over an hour, his voice muffled with his distance from the mic.  “Seriously, man?  Just get pizza or something else.”
Tucker shakes his head.  “No way I’m eating from there.  Their shit is just bathed in grease.”
It’s out of Eddie’s mouth before he knows it, leaning around your frame to deliver a well-deserved dig with his signature toothy grin.
“Watching your figure, are ya, Tucker?”
The man in the sound booth attempts to level Eddie with a stare.  “Some of us just value our health more than others, that’s all.”
Jesus.  This guy couldn’t sound more pretentious if he tried.
Eddie bites back a retort with a roll of his eyes and immediately wishes he didn’t, as you pipe up from your perch on his thigh.  “There’s a coffee shop around the corner from there.  I could run by and get you something.”
A smile slithers wide across Tucker’s face.  “Sure, sweetheart.  That sounds great.”
Molten, bubbling rage rolls back to a boil just beneath the surface of his prickling skin.  Eddie sucks in a breath to bark a comeback so full of venom it’ll be sure to poison and god, hopefully silence this asshole.  Before he gets his chance, he feels you shift in his lap, fingers wrapping gently around his forearm and pressing a reassuring squeeze into his muscles that are wound tight with hostility.  
“Don’t even bother,” you murmur into his ear, your calming words coated lightly in honeyed sweetness that eases some of the tension in his shoulders.  “He’s so not worth it.”
He feels you shiver as he exhales over the sensitive skin of your neck.  “He needs to watch his mouth,” Eddie mutters, feeling somewhat better when he hears you sigh as he sneaks sly little openmouthed kisses along the column of your throat.
It’s like you can sense that he needs you, your attention, even if it’s dialed back.  Your arms wind around his shoulders, slotting his head under your chin.  
“He certainly does, but you just gotta get through the rest of this and then we can go back to your place,” your feathery giggle is full of divine promise; he sucks in a sharp breath through his nose as he catches your subtle wink.  
Your arms tighten, squeezing him in a bear hug before jumping to your feet.  “All right!  Food!”  You hold your hand out expectantly, and Eddie forces a crooked grin as he twists in his chair to dig his keys from his pocket.  
You lean forward and snatch them from his hand and his heart stutters when you plant a chaste peck on his lips.  “Play nice,” you murmur in the fractional space between your lips, “for me.” 
You’re out the door in a flash after scribbling everyone’s orders on a scrap piece of paper, promising Grant you’ll be back as soon as you can.  Eddie can feel the heat creep into his neck and cheeks when Tucker lets himself into the sound room and straddles in the chair across from him, his proximity making him all the more difficult to ignore.  Eddie grabs his Warlock from her stand, and angling his body towards Gareth (and out of that fucker’s eyeline), he starts his well-practiced tuning process again.
He knows he doesn’t need it, his guitar is already expertly readied.  It’s just nice to have his twitchy fingers occupied with plucking the strings and not, say, gouging out eyeballs or fisted in balls poised and ready at his side.  He soon finds himself deep in his own world, the dulcet tones swim in his ears and dull the mutterings around him, his nimble fingers unconsciously flow from their work on the strings into a somber, bewitching melody he’s been perfecting on his own.  
Eddie isn’t sure how long he’s been zoned out and blissfully unaware, but he can tell he’s much more relaxed as Jeff calls him back to the present.  His headache is gone and he hasn’t ground the enamel from his molars, and that he considers a win. 
“What else do you wanna record, Ed?” 
Eddie stalls mid-strum, mouth twisting as he considers.  “We could always do Welcome to the Family.  Maybe Afterlife?” 
“Nah, not Afterlife.  We didn’t bring the Casio,” Gareth reminds him, and Eddie can see the disappointment flash across Jeff’s face.  
Eddie’s expression falls, too – he thought Afterlife would be a great choice, something they’re all really confident in playing and could knock out in a take or two.  But, you know – not because he and Gareth wrote it.  No.  It has nothing to do with that.
Okay.  Maybe it has a little something to do with it.  Maybe it would be just the thing to wipe the arrogance from Tucker’s stupid face.
Andrew speaks up, wrinkling his nose and lifting a shoulder in a half-shrug.  “They’ve got one in the other room.  It’s old as fuck but it’ll work, I think.  If it sucks, it’ll give me a chance to play around and mix sounds a little.  Wanna try?”
“That’s rad, man.  Thanks.”  Jeff hops off his perch and catches up with Andrew at the door.  He throws a look to his friends over his shoulder.  “Hey, better think of another before Mayfield gets back or she’s gonna suggest Walk again.”
Gareth groans and slouches on his stool.  “Ughhh,” he grumbles, raking his hands through his ringlets. “It’s time to let that go already!”
Tucker snorts.  “Is that yet another original of hers or is that something you guys actually wrote this time?”
“Dude, lay off.”  It’s an effort, but Eddie keeps his tone neutral.  Kind of.  “Who gives a shit if it all sounds metal as fuck?”
“Just sayin’.  She’s got skills, getting better and better in the booth all the time.  Who knows?  Maybe she’ll be your boss someday.”
Grant scoffs.  “You say this like it’s something we haven’t had figured out for months, man.  She’ll be lording over all of us soon enough; you included, Tuck.” 
Eddie’s crooked smile beams with pride, grateful for his friend’s little jab thinly veiled with courteous and well-deserved compliments for you.  
Playing nice, he figures; and in doing so, he makes a mistake and relaxes, letting his shoulders round, which takes his sights off of the jackass in the room for just a moment.  
Unfortunately, an opportunity is sensed, and it’s seized readily.
Tucker leans back in his chair and fixes his egotistical stare on Eddie as his hands fold behind his head, the green in his eyes flashing with foul intention.  
“Wouldn’t mind being under her for a second.”
A tense silence descends in the live room, an electrifying thrum beneath the surface that buzzes with the imminent threat of an explosion of epic proportions.   It’s a palpable intensity that emanates in waves off of the lead guitarist and noticeably chills the air.  Eddie’s eyes narrow dangerously as he slowly lifts his head to pin Tucker in a withering stare.  His crumbling control over his temper comes as a delight to Tucker, as evidenced by the priggish little smirk that tugs at the corners of his thin, serpentine lips.
Eddie can feel Gareth shift forward in his chair, a tiny bit significant move that gives him a boost of confidence.  
Good, Eddie thinks.  Backup.  
Sam tries to keep the peace.  “Sh-she, uh – she could definitely skip the class she’s in and um, do well in ours.”  He grimaces, knowing that he’s done nothing to help the situation.  “I think Tucker just means that she’s talented.  Right?”
The villainous grin widens.  “Oh, I’m sure I don’t know the half of her talents.”
“You’re right,” Eddie snaps, unable to restrain his temper.  His spine straightens as he points his pick at Tucker’s chest.  “You don’t.”
It’s unfuckingbelievable, how blatantly disrespectful of you he is and how completely unbothered he seems.  Eddie shifts uncomfortably in his chair, caught between tactfully telling Tucker to go to hell and finish the rest of session with his fat mouth shut, or not-so-tactfully telling Tucker to go to hell by delivering a punch directly into his fat fucking mouth.
Grant intervenes before someone detonates, directing his question to Sam.  “So, where are you guys from?”
It’s mercifully effective, but barely so.  Eddie hardly listens to the stilted small-talk, temper cooling and returning to normal the longer the boring conversation drones on.  Jeff eventually returns with Andrew and the Casio, giving Eddie something else to focus on other than the patience that wears thin for the idiot across the room.  They’re busy testing tones and different features on the keyboard when you return with lunch, and Eddie can feel the knot physically unwind in his stomach at the mere sight of you.
And if he feels well enough to make a bit of a show out of splitting pieces of Alfredo’s supreme pizza with you in his lap while Tucker chokes down what looks like a sad excuse for a chicken salad sandwich, then that’s just fine.  Perfect, actually. 
After the well-deserved lunch break, Corroded Coffin is properly reenergized enough to sail through Afterlife and Welcome to the Family in two takes.  Jeff plays the Casio part once more after they’re done and discusses with Andrew on where else they can cut it in.  
Sam checks his watch.  “We have more than enough time for another, if you’re up for it.  I mean, you guys gave us enough for this project already.  Anything at this point is gravy.”
Fuck, Eddie could stay in this room all day if they’d let him.  He’ll probably regret it tomorrow, his fingers are already starting to cramp as it is, but it’s so validating, what they’re doing today.  What all they’ve accomplished.  He noticed that even Tucker was bobbing his head during the solo of Afterlife, and not that he was looking for it but it felt so satisfying to see that piece of shit slip, though Eddie knows Tucker would never admit it.  Not that he needs him to – cause seriously, fuck that guy.
“We can do one more,” Eddie says with a glance to Jeff and Gareth, who are already nodding their assent.  His eyes flick to yours where you stand behind Sam at the soundboard, brows furrowing when he registers the apprehensive look on your face.
“Would you, um…” you trail off, your gaze casts downward, your fingers picking nervously at the sides of your thumbs.  
He knows you, knows your anxious habits, knows when there’s something on the tip of your tongue that you wanna say.   It’s precisely why he keeps his voice impossibly soft as he asks,
“Whatcha got in mind, sweetheart?”
There’s conviction that shines through the trepidation in your eyes.  “I think I’m ready to hear Victim again.”
You could have knocked him over with a feather. “Really?”  
Gareth eyes you warily.  “You sure?”
Eddie knows what his friends are thinking.  They’ve only ever played it once, and even then, it wasn’t the whole way through.  His heart stutters as he remembers back to that day in early October, one of the first times he’d ever seen you upset. 
Eddie was so pumped to play for you the first song you told him you’d ever finished.  You’d confided in him that it was just a couple of weeks after Starcourt, when the weariness of playing your role as mother and sister and provider and confidant started to catch up to you and you realized you needed an outlet before you collapsed in on yourself like a dying star. 
Victim was written in three hours as you sat outside on the picnic table under the shelter at sunset.
He and Gareth composed it almost as quickly, and it took no time at all for the guys to have it down.  While it was uncomplicated on the melody, it more than made up for it with its depth and intention.
You made it through two minutes of the song before you broke down and excused yourself into the house.  The band had stared at one another in stunned silence and Eddie, overcome with concern, quickly whipped his guitar from his shoulder and followed you, where you confessed through your tears that maybe you weren’t quite ready to hear it. It damn near broke his heart, watching you succumb to all that you’d kept bottled for months as he held you in his arms in Gareth’s kitchen.
They hadn’t played it again, or even so much as brought it up.  The band all had this hivemind-like agreement that they’d just shelve that particular song in their archive indefinitely.  They shifted their focus on Welcome to the Family instead.
Eddie says your name carefully, like he’s walking on eggshells and you reassure him with a small smile and a shake of your head.  
“No, I really, really wanna hear it.” 
Nervous glances are cast around the live room.  “It’s been awhile since we played it.  Um…,” Eddie trails off, looking at Andrew and Sam.  “Might take us a few takes, maybe?”
The two on your left look completely unbothered by this possibility, while Tucker predictably huffs in exaggerated indignation.  He leans towards the com and snaps,
“You guys don’t have all day.  How about you just stick to songs you know?”
Eddie watches how Tucker’s face hardens with the dismissive wave of your hand. “They’ll be fine.”  You look at Andrew and intone softly, “I think it’ll round out the demo for your project if you include this one.  It’s more of a ballad.”
Tucker grimaces unkindly, scoffing at the suggestion.  “A ballad?  Fucking boring.  No, pick something else or we’re callin’ it.”
Anger spreads like wildfire, the heat of Eddie’s cheeks blaze a fiery red, his pulse pounds a deafening rhythm in his ears.  Oh, it’s fucking over.  He’s insulted you and that’s just fucking it.  Eddie can’t keep simmering like this under the surface, this douche has grated on his very last nerve.
“Excuse me?”
Eddie straightens when he hears the razor-thin edge in your tone. 
Tucker drones on, unaffected and uncaring.  “I thought this is supposed to be a metal band?  Who the fuck listens to ballads?”
Andrew, who is infinitely more self-aware, tries to interrupt his tirade and stop him before the powder keg on both sides of the glass explodes.  “Tucker, dude – just shut up.” 
“Don’t fuckin’ tell me to shut up.  I’m not having my project ruined with some shitty, sappy love song.”
That draws both Sam and Eddie out of their respective chairs with simultaneous shouts,
“YOUR project?”
“Hey, asshole—” 
Before either of them can finish their thoughts, the com switches off. Your hand that held the dial now points at Tucker’s chest, attached to a body that aggressively leans forward, bullying into his space and forcing him to rear back in his chair.  Eddie can see how furiously your mouth is moving, and he knows it’s not a bit good, what’s being said – he’s been on the receiving end of that particular look on your face before and from what he can tell, it seems to be landing with Tucker.  For now, anyway.
It lasts only a few moments; just several well-served sentences to the upper-level student that could stand to learn a thing or two about tact before you turn back to the band, face a little more flushed as you address them.
“Whenever you’re ready, fellas.”  
Eddie watches you plop down in your seat with a silent huff, arms crossed protectively across your chest.  He catches Sam’s eye, who quirks the smallest of grins and it settles the rumbling in his chest, somewhat.  Jeff clears his throat over Eddie’s shoulder where he stands behind the keyboard.
“Uh, should we – we should just start, right?”
Grant snickers, keeping his voice low.  “I’d pay money to know what she said to that idiot.”
“Let’s just rock this in one take and get the hell outta here,” Gareth mutters, and Eddie readily agrees with a fuck yes under his breath.
The melody begins once Grant counts them in; slow, measured plucking of Eddie’s guitar strings and a singular, melancholy note from Jeff that mourns like a funeral bell from a tower of a church.  The guitar’s tune repeats, the subtle sorrow in the tone prevalent even in its simplicity.  It tugs at his insides, he feels the pain of your loss, too — there was a time for him long ago when he heard that funeral bell ring, and that sound forever latched to a heavy place in his heart.
Eddie’s lips press against the mic, the tenor in his voice is soft yet strong, and he balances it beautifully with the roughened grit he draws from his belly to push the pain of your words to life.
House full of roses  A letter on the stairs  A tape full of messages  For anyone who cares 
Collage of broken words  And stories full of tears  Remembering your life  'Cause we wish that you were here 
He meets your eyes through the glass, and you flash him a tiny smile. Eddie returns it by holding your gaze, wrapping you in the warmth from his darkest brown to get you through the next verse.
Nothing is harder  Than to wake up all alone  Realize it's not okay  It's the end of all you know 
Time keeps passing by  But it seems I'm frozen still 
It kills him to get to these lines, the ones that broke you to the point where you couldn't bring yourself to hear them, had to physically separate yourself from the manifestation of your grief because it was just too much to handle.  
Scars are left behind  But some too deep to feel 
And some say this can't be real  And I've lost my power to feel tonight  We're all just victims of a crime 
He doesn’t hold back though, not today – all the anguish you have buried in these words are unearthed by the gravel in his voice, brought to the surface to shine in the harsh light of reality.  These words aren’t pretty, their meaning isn’t sweet. 
It’s raw and painful and real. 
When all's gone and can't be regained  We can't seem to shelter the pain inside  We're all just victims of a crime 
Some days you'll find me  In a place I like to go  Ask questions to myself  'Bout the things I'll never know 
What's left to find  'Cause I need a little more  I need a little time  Can we even up the score? 
And some say this can't be real  And I've lost my power to feel tonight  We're all just victims of a crime 
It’s interesting, what two months can do for perspective. Initially he’d wondered about these lines, specifically why you speak so much of a crime — it wasn’t so much as confusing as it was mysterious.  Given the sensitive nature of the song and the fact that you weren’t able to make it through the first time they played it, he never did ask about it, even though he wanted to. 
But now, after what you’d been through, after what you alluded to in his bed almost two weeks ago? 
It’s more literal than he’d ever imagined. 
When all's gone and can't be regained  We can't seem to shelter the pain inside  We're all just victims of a crime 
His stomach flips — these might be the most obvious lyrics, content-wise, that you’ve written.  Or, that’s how it seems to him now that he’s been somewhat enlightened. 
It’s so clearly about Billy, that he’s always known.  What’s become apparent for Eddie today is you’re very much calling out whoever those assholes were that took you to Starcourt. They're not just assholes in your eyes — they’re motherfucking criminals. 
And for you to ask the band to play it today?  To fucking record it, after all you told him and shit, Gareth too?
The significance is not lost on him.  You might be the bravest person he’s ever met. 
Eddie throws himself into the bridge, the home for some of the more flat-out bewildering verses of the song.  He doesn’t understand, not in the least — even when he composed these lines with Gareth it was almost funny to them how ridiculous it sounded, to be moved as much as you were over losing someone so downright horrible. 
And nothing lasts forever  For all good things it's true  I'd rather trade it all  While somehow saving you 
Your eyes say it all.  That suffocating grief that still lingers rounds them out, unblinking and stubbornly holding back tears.  It hurts how his heart twists with your pain, knowing you continue to mourn for someone as awful as your jackass stepbrother. 
It must have been the season  That've threw us out of line  Once I stood so tall  Now I'm searching for a sign 
But he knows better, now.  Eddie knows you better than he knows himself, and there’s this understanding that thrums through his veins, a realization that surges through the pads of his fingers with every agile press of his pads against the fretboard — there was some good in Billy Hargrove for you to love him as much as you did. 
As much as you do. 
It’s what ultimately carries his tone into a more roughened inflection, an intensity conveyed that the rest of the words are largely without, 
So don't need your salvation  With promises unkind  And all those speculations  Save it for another time 
The tiniest smile quirks the corner of his mouth. It’s like you’re talking directly to him, to just trust you and believe that Billy was a good man, or at least good enough to assure a way out for those in the thick of the madness that was that night.
'Cause we all need a reason  A reason just to stay  Some just can't be bothered  To stick around another day 
His downstrokes are harder through the solo, the grit in his voice flows effortlessly, melting with Gareth’s as they round out the last chorus,
Some say this can't be real  And I've lost my power to feel tonight  We've all been victims of a crime 
When all is gone and can't be regained  We can't seem to shelter the pain inside, ooh  We've all been victims of a crime 
Victims of a crime  Living with this crime 
Eddie and Gareth’s tone mellows out for the outro, a singular truth bared from the depths of your soul. 
I'm missing you I'm missing you I'm missing you I'm missing you 
The gentle reverb hangs in the air with Eddie’s final note as the song comes to a close, and a gentle smile crooks at the corner of his mouth as he hears your shaky exhale through the speakers.  
“Yeah, guys – um, that’s it.  Well done.” 
Sam leans out of his chair over the control board.  “Agreed – seriously well done, yeah.  That’s a wrap.  We’ll mix this all up and get you a copy as soon as we can.”
“Thanks, man,” Eddie replies, unholstering his guitar from his shoulder.  “Really appreciate all your help.”  
He means it, he realizes as he places his Warlock back in her case.  Tucker may have been a huge damper on the day, but overall, recording with the guys and with you is everything he could have ever wanted it to be.  And ending it with one take on Victim?  He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he tried.
Especially after you let yourself into the sound stage and planted a big, grateful kiss on his lips.
Yeah.  Leave it to you to make him feel markedly better with just a look and a kiss.
Corroded Coffin makes quick work of packing up their equipment into Eddie’s van, and Gareth opts to ride with Grant, sensing that Eddie needs a little time with you.  He nods, thankful for his best friend and his perceptive tendencies, because he absolutely needs you alone in the worst way.
Especially after what he hears when he gets back into the booth.
Tucker is putting forth his best effort, which is to say that he’s being a colossal asshole and pestering you to your very limit.  
“I think you should,” the false sweetness drips from the points of his too-straight teeth, “I’d be happy to show you how it’s done.”
“Nah, that’s okay Tucker,” you wave him off as you take a step back from his advancing frame.  “I’m good with learning with the rest of class next semester.”
“I could show you a thing or two, get you miles ahead of your dumbass classmates.”
Eddie comes into your line of vision, and he sees your eyes widen in relief at the sight of him before flicking back to Tucker.  “Thanks, but no.”
“Aww, c’mon, sugar,” Tucker presses on with his back to Eddie, “I’ll even offer to stay late tonight, just for you."  His voice drops a suggestive octave.  "Show you how to properly handle the equipment.”  
Your face contorts in disgust right as Eddie gets within arms-length of him. Eddie’s fingers dig into the meat of Tucker's shoulder and jerks him away from you with a force that surprises even him. 
“She said no, you dickhead.”
Tucker stumbles from the sheer strength of Eddie’s grip, knocking into your side as his balance slips.  “Did you just touch me?!”
“I’ll do a hell of a lot worse than that if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now,” Eddie snarls menacingly.  A knot of rage twists and bubbles low in his gut, and it’s everything he has to release Tucker’s fisted polo that’s so fucking starched it feels grimy under his fingers.  
Tucker rights himself, throwing his shoulders forward to straighten his slightly displaced shirt.  “I know who you are, you know,” he threatens in a dangerous tone full of arrogance and privilege.  “Fucking freak trailer trash that’s had to repeat senior year what, twice? Three times, now?”
Eddie’s eyes flash, a downright murderous scowl paints his features. “You don’t know shit,” he spits, moving to raise his arm to land a well-deserved punch to his smug-ass face.  Before he gets his chance, you intervene, stepping in front of Eddie and effectively blocking his path.
“Alright Tucker, we’re done here.  I think you need to leave.”
The older boy’s eyes round, flicking over you with blatant disrespect.  “Excuse me?” he scoffs as his upper lip curls in a sneer.
“You’re excused,” you murmur evenly, inclining your chin over Eddie’s shoulder.  “Door’s that way.”
Eddie’s eyebrows fly under his fringe at the snip in your retort, pressing his lips together as he steps to the side, pulling you with him to clear a path for Tucker’s exit.  It’s an effort to stay composed with you so stern, Eddie can feel with the way his pants fill out behind his fly that it’s lucky you didn’t yell – there’d be no way he’d be able to hide his raging hard-on then.  
He’ll gladly boast his semi for now, anyway.   He sweeps an arm across his body with an over-dramatic flourish of sarcastic grandeur and a snide little smirk tips the corner of his mouth, threatening to widen as his fingers waggle, rings clacking obnoxiously as Eddie twists the figurative knife deeper into Tucker’s side with his gesture to leave.
Tucker’s jaw clenches as his fiery stare oscillates in heavy silence between the two of you.  He scoffs and mutters something unintelligible before stalking along the path to the door that Eddie’s arm designates, which he wisely retracts before Tucker’s able to shove it out of the way.
Your narrowed eyes bore twin holes in the back of Tucker’s head, and don’t falter until he’s completely gone.  The sharp exhale out of your nose is a quick one, and Eddie keeps his blazing stare on you, swallowing hard and struggling to remain present and not giving into his rising desire to just take you right on the soundboard.
“God, I’m sorry he was such a dick,” you mutter as you turn to Eddie.  “Sam and Andrew had literally no choice but to take him on as a partner in this project.  No one wanted him.”  You roll your eyes as you wrap your arms around Eddie’s waist.  “Now we see why, huh.”
Eddie cinches his arms around your body, hugging you close.  He can feel the heat radiating off your form, soothing him from the inside out.  
“I don’t want you to be sorry about him,” he mutters as he presses soft, sweet kisses into your hair.  “I want you to be proud of what you did today.  For us.”
He can feel you smile against his chest.  “I am.”
“Good.  Cause baby,” he holds you out at arms length to flash you a toothy grin, “we’re all really fuckin’ proud of you.  I mean,” his eyes widen comically as he surveys the board behind you, “Jesus.  This is some complicated looking shit.”
“Nah,” you assure him, turning in his arms, your fingers threading through his to rest his hands on the front of your hips, “it’s not so bad.  Want me to walk you through it?”
“Absolutely, m’lady.”
Eddie does well enough initially to pay attention.  He’s mesmerized by the brightness in your voice, the subtle, excited inflections in your tone – especially when you really get wrapped up in describing something that’s familiar.  His dark eyes follow as you point and explain, more in tune with how you say it than what exactly it is that you’re saying.
Your proximity, though –  especially after spending the majority of the morning separated from you by a thick sheet of glass – he can’t resist how his mind and his hands wander.  The smell of your skin, the softness of your hair, the vibrations of your voice as they rumble through your form and buzz against his chest; it’s not long before you’ve bewitched him, pulled him willingly under your spell.  He tries to keep it together, keep himself present so he can give you the attention you deserve, though the way you smirk and cast him knowing glances out of the corner of your eye has him thinking that you’re well onto him.
So, he starts to push the envelope, a bit. 
It starts slowly:  a soft, subtle nuzzle of his nose against your neck here, a squeeze of his hand against your hips there, a barely-there rock of his pelvis against your backside as you shimmy closer into his hold on you.  He can’t get enough of how fucking good his hands look splayed over your hips, ringed fingers wrapping possessively over your curves like they belong.  He can hear the warble in your voice as he squeezes more, circles wider, swipes harder over the fabric of your jeans, the tiny struggle to keep it even as you describe the intricate configurations of knobs and slides and dials on the board in front of you.  The smile that escapes can’t be helped, he feels the bounding of your pulse under his lips as they pull tightly over his teeth.  Eddie takes a chance and trails his mouth up the supple slope of your throat and nips at his favorite place behind your ear.
He knows it’s landed as soon as your breath hitches with a scrape of his teeth across delicate skin.  “Eddie…”
Broad palms flatten against your hips, his fingers creep lower along your front, pushing your bum back into his body that searches for friction to quell the ache in his growing erection.  He soothes his bite with a hot swipe of his tongue, parroting your name in a sultry rumble against your skin.  It would be great if he could care more about what you’re talking about, he knows that – but what drives him now, the white-hot need for you that pulses through his veins has hit him hard in unrelenting waves.  His fingers dig into the plush curve of your hip, breaching the band of your jeans at your waist, drawing you closer.  
It’s as if he needs to prove a point to himself just as much as anyone else that he is the one that gets to touch you like this, hold you like this, make you squirm under his touch like this.
Nobody else.  Especially not Tucker. 
He leans into the greed, the hunger, the primitive need to claim you as he pops the button on your jeans and deftly slides the zipper south.  He can feel how your mouth parts in surprise, the subtle drop of your jaw with the sharp intake of breath.
“Oh –”
One hand holds you still while the other slides beneath the elastic of your panties, slowly teasing and inching his fingers nearer.  
“C’mon, baby,” Eddie rasps in your ear.  “Keep talkin’ me through.  You’re doin’ so good, tellin’ me everything you know.”
He knows he’s taunting you and right now, he doesn’t fucking care.  He’s high on how he’s got you so scrambled, unable to string two coherent thoughts together as his long, slender digits dive between your slick folds.  His hand that supports your hip has to grip you tightly as your weakening knees make you falter, a deep, resounding groan bubbles over his lips as he hears you sigh his name.
“Christ,” Eddie grits, burying his nose deeper into your hair as he glides his fingers through your heat.  His cock jumps behind his fly at the slick sounds his digits make, the tiny whines from your mouth with every swipe of your clit make him dizzy with desire.
“You’re so wet already,” he gruffs as he inhales, delivering much needed oxygen to his brain.  He hears you sigh again when he swipes his two middle fingers over your clit, expertly circling with just the right amount of pressure that he knows drives you crazy.  Your hand flies to anchor in his curls in response to his ministrations, the sharp sting of fisted hair makes him wince, just a little.  
He loves how it burns where your fingers curl that delicious pressure into his scalp.  “Fuck, Eddie –”
That need flares deep in his belly, and he can feel himself losing control. The sweet, breathy sounds of your pleasure elevate his desire as his fingers fly over your clit, punctuated by his deep, wanton huffs hot against your neck as he ruts into your ass.
“This pussy is mine,” he growls, hardly even aware it’s out of his mouth as he’s said it.  It’s a split second where he feels like maybe he got too carried away, maybe he’s gone a little too far, and then he hears the most beautiful high-pitched whine tumble from the depths of your throat.
“Y-yeah – yours –” 
He’s been reduced to his most basic instincts.  His boot nudges your heel, widening your stance to allow him better access.  He grunts at how much better his cock feels against the swell of your ass, the sticky patch of precum that’s gathered in his boxers grows larger with every shallow thrust of his hips against your curves.  Two lithe fingers plunge into your pussy and Eddie moans with you at the sensation, the velvety walls grip and suck him in with every drive of his hand against your cunt.  He shifts forward, angling his hand better to reach deeper inside of you, making sure to press and grind the heel of his hand against your clit.
“Y’like this, hmm?  You like me fingerfucking you in your studio, baby?”
The breathy sigh in your voice drives him absolutely wild.  “Eddie, mmhyeah, keep going…”
Your encouragement is enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head.  He increases the cadence of his fingers, sure to keep them gentle as they plunge in and out of your core.  He can feel you start to come apart, your hips grind against the heel of his hand with every thrust.  Your eyes flutter shut, the top row of teeth sink into the plush crimson of your bottom lip.
“Gonna make this pussy come all over my hand, sweet girl.” It’s a promise he knows he can keep, especially when he hooks his two middle fingers inside of you to drag firmly across your front wall.
Your head knocks into his shoulder as it lolls back, lost in pleasure.  “Yeah, yeah –” 
“That’s it, let me take care of you,” he rasps in your ear, pressing you into his chest to hold you upright as your cunt begins to pulse around his fingers.  “Yeah, sweetheart, c’mon – be my good fuckin’ girl and come on my fingers –”
Eddie smiles into the skin of your neck that blooms crimson with the birth of your release.  His fingers never stall their rhythm, the wet sounds of them fucking you through your orgasm that clenches and chokes his digits fills his ears and stirs something dark and needy low in his belly.  
“That’s right, I know just what to do to make you come, don’t I?”
“Y-yeah –”  
He slows his fingers, the leisurely pull in and out guides you through your aftershocks.  “No one else ever made you come like this, huh?”
A small puff of air escapes your nose, and he feels you smile as you bury your head into his neck with a satisfied hum.
That’s not enough for Eddie, not at this moment.  “Tell me.”  His command is gentle but explicit, and it makes you gasp.
“J-just you –”
“Fuckin’ right, just me.”  A burning satisfaction spreads like wildfire in his chest, and Eddie slides his fingers out of you, grabbing you by your hips to swiftly turn you around.  “Face me. I wanna look at you when I make you come on my cock.”
It thrills him to see how your fucked-out stare rounds out in surprise, how your kiss-swollen lips drop in an expression that drips of want and lust, just for him.  He guides you back to the soundboard by the band of your jeans, and in one fluid movement, tugs them down over your legs.  He lifts you up onto the table and with the help of your deft but trembling fingers, you’re able to unbuckle his belt and yank his tight, ripped jeans down past his mid-thigh.
Eddie hisses as he grabs his cock that bobs thick and heavy between his legs, dragging the sensitive, weeping head over your underwear-covered slit, reveling in how your slick, swollen folds spill out on both sides of the hem of the material which has turned dark with your release.
He snickers, eyes flashing a wicked amber as pushes your knees apart, slotting himself closer to your heat.  His hand reaches down and moves your panties to the side, the blunt edge of his cockhead breaches your soaked folds with the most crude, slippery sounds.
“You’re gonna make a mess of your soundboard, aren’tcha, sweetheart?”
His thick head catches the rim of your entrance, and he pushes forward, sheathing himself in the sultry heat of your pussy.  Your tight, plush walls suck him in, bottoming him out in an instant, and Eddie has to grab your waist to hold him steady with the headrush of searing pleasure that overwhelms his senses.  He’s acutely aware of how you moan and plead for him to fuck you, to move harder, faster inside of you, and he wastes no time, his cock pounds your pussy at an unrelenting pace, and soon you’re reduced to nothing but high-pitched, garbled cries that oscillate between yes! and his name.
He’s a man possessed, filled with an inhuman need to stake his claim, to bring you so much raw, unfiltered ecstasy from his touch, from his ministrations that he nearly loses his footing.  He shifts his grip, both on you and against the floor, driving his pelvis into yours with such abandon that he’s sure you’ll both bruise.  It’s everything, though – his mind may be consumed with the wanton desire for you – but he’s able to ground himself, watching with awe as his cock drives deep with every heated thrust in your cunt.  
This is what he needs.  A fervent reminder that you’re his.
Because he knows, without a doubt – he is completely and irrevocably yours.
There’s a flash of moment in his periphery, so minute he thinks he imagined it.  The time in which it pulls his attention from watching where you’re joined is a mere moment, a split-second glance of a heavy-lidded, frenzied gaze over your shoulder and for an even briefer moment, where it lands steals the air from his lungs.
But it locks him dead in place.
Molten honey burns to blackened pits of animalistic possession as Eddie narrows his eyes at the threat that stands frozen in shock in the live room.  Gareth’s ice blue eyes are rounded impossibly large, flicking wildly between Eddie’s challenging stare and the back of your body that’s arched beautifully, overcome with pleasure as your orgasm simmers beneath the surface.  
Eddie can see how mortification paints his cheeks red, how utter surprise elevates his eyebrows off his forehead, parts his lips in a silent gasp, and paralyzes his feet to the floor.  Maybe it’s the way your moans and cries ring in his ears, maybe it’s how your cunt feels as it pulses hot around his length, the wet, lewd sounds of sex drown out all reason and Eddie’s hips drive harder into yours, snapping forward with such force that your head bobs in its tipped-back position on your shoulders.
Gareth may be completely taken aback, shocked stupid – but Eddie isn’t.  He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he holds his ground and marks you as his, his dark chocolate eyes bore into Gareth’s; there’s no mistaking the message conveyed.
He could have had his hand there the whole time, he’s not really sure – what he is sure of is how the need to stake his claim has overwhelmed him, consumed him, reduced him to this debased version of himself that he hardly recognizes – but that doesn’t stop him, not in the least.  He inches his middle finger forward on the board and clicks on the com.
He sees how the abrupt influx of sound in the once silent studio jolts Gareth where he stands.
“You’re mine,” Eddie’s sandpaper voice growls in your ear, loud enough to be heard over your breathy moans and gasps that echo through the speakers, shattering the trance you’ve placed on his best friend.  “Say it for me, baby.”
Eddie’s eyes blaze viciously into Gareth’s, a wicked grin spreads across his face as you whimper, “Ahh, m’yours –”
A darkness wrought with the compulsive need to possess you shrouds him, settles like a cloak over his back and blocks out all rational thought.  He’s overwhelmed with this desire, driving his cock into you harder, the intensity has you gasping high little ahh-ahh-ahhs with every time he thrusts and bottoms out to the hilt.  
“Say it again,” he commands roughly, breath ragged with his efforts.
You sound almost pained, your whine nearly a sob as you cry through gritted teeth, “God, Eddie – I – I’m y-yours – fuck!” 
He huffs a short, staccato laugh, smirking through the glass at his rhythm guitarist.  “Gonna make you come, aren’t I?”
Gareth’s chest rises and falls in rapid succession, his neck pinking in blotchy stains as your babbling yes and please and garbled versions of Eddie’s name surround him.
Eddie takes control and shuts it down, deciding that his friend has heard enough.  He takes that hand and hitches your leg over his hip, angling your pelvis forward so he can hit that spot just right.  Your head drops back in erotic bliss, an elongated moan falls from a mouth that hangs open, sucking in breath after hurried breath as you chase your high.  Eddie sees Gareth watch as all of this as it unfolds, and his unrelenting ministrations turn crazed, almost harsh.  
If his friend wants to watch, then Gareth’s gonna know you’re his by the time this is all over.  There’s a part of Eddie that lies deep inside that wonders if Gareth truly knows, and that part has gone completely feral, wild in his quest to brand you as his with every hard snap of his hips.
“Fucking yes,” he grunts, the coil of his own release winding tight and hot in his belly.  The fluttering of your walls around his cock pulse and squeeze, and the intensity of his lock on Gareth falters.  “God, baby, yeah –”  
“Ed – oh, Eddie – please –”
He rips his blown-out stare away, honing in on your pleasure to bring you over the edge.  He snakes his hand in between your bodies and thumbs your clit, watching as he swipes over the slick, swollen nub to the cadence of your pitchy cries.  Eddie slams his eyes shut, holding you as you shake, and with a final well-placed snap of his hips, he feels you shatter around him, your hips stuttering with the strength of your orgasm.  
The rush of heat to your core drenches his cock, the plush, silken walls of your cunt suck him in with every thrust as he savagely fucks you through your release.  You’re so soft, so tight, so wet; he feels his control over his climax fading. 
“Fuck, baby – fuck yeah that’s it, m’gonna come –”
Eddie throws his head back and buries him waist-deep in your pussy that still clenches his cock with aftershocks of rippling, spasming muscles, the curls that curtain his face fall to the side as he tips his chin to the ceiling and groans an elongated blend of yes and your name.  His length twitches as it spills his release into the depths of your pussy, the rush of blood to his cock makes him more sensitive with each rut inside of you, but he can’t stop.  He won’t stop until he feels like he’s claimed you, has stuffed you to the brim with his white-hot seed.  
His chest is heaving, his mouth hangs slack as he regains his bearings and catches his breath.  He can hear how your little gasping pants hitch in and out of your lungs, he can feel how your nails still dig into the meat of his upper arms as you cling to him for dear life.  
Jarring realization dawns hard and fast for Eddie, and his heart thunders in his chest.  His head snaps up from where it rested on his shoulders, his fingers dig protectively into the ample curve of your thigh as he scans the live room for any sign of Gareth.
For a moment, he’d forgotten.  For a moment, he’d allowed himself to get lost in your pleasure, your cries for him, your release that he brought on and that you gave readily with his name on your tongue.  
He’d forgotten he’d spent the better part of your tryst staring down his best friend as he fucked you senseless.   
But now?
He remembers, and he’s not sure how he feels.  What he’s sure of now is Gareth is gone, and you were none the wiser of his presence.
He knows how he should feel.  He should feel badly, he should be ashamed of his behavior.  But as you cling to his frame, as his arms circle your body and hold you impossibly close, as his cock softens inside of you, he feels only one thing.
Possessive. 
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“We need to talk.”
He knew this was coming, he was more or less waiting for it.  Still, it doesn’t stop him from grinding against his molars in frustration.  Eddie slams his locker door with a little too much force as he musters the strength to be as nonchalant about this as possible.
He turns to his best friend, who stands next to him with his stocky forearms crossed across his chest, defensive already. 
Interesting. 
“What’s up?”
Eddie internally cringes hearing the way he snaps the question. He’s missed his mark for nonchalant. By a fucking lot. 
Gareth scoffs.  “C’mon man, you know.”
Yeah. He fucking does. Eddie presses his plush lips together in a firm line as he regards his friend with a severe look down his nose.  
“Nothin’ to say.”
“Don’t be – Jesus…,” Gareth groans as he runs an irritated hand through his mop.  
Eddie’s face twists in a hard scowl as he leans against his locker.  Gareth's irritation rubs raw on his already frayed nerves. 
“What do you expect me to say?  Sorry you walked in on me fucking my girl?”
Gareth chokes on his spit and casts a nervous look around at the students milling around them, not expecting Eddie to be so goddamn blunt about it all.  His cheeks flame red as a barrage of images flood his mind – the arch in your back, hair falling over your shoulders in luscious waves as your head tipped in ecstacy, the delicate part in your lips that widened in pleasure with every thrust, the sensual angle of your jaw that dropped as an undoubtedly angelic cry was ripped from the long, slender column of your throat as you – Gareth grunts in frustration, the effort it’s taking to scrub that endless loop of the moment of your release from his mind is physically painful.
He would know, he’s unsuccessfully been trying to erase it since he left the studio yesterday.
“I don’t know,” Gareth admits dully, unable to meet Eddie’s eyes.  “Honestly don’t know what to say.”
Eddie sighs.  His stomach rolls with dread, he did not want to do this right now, or honestly, at all.  His suspicions still lurk in the depths of his mind, countless reassurances to the contrary not quite enough to slay that beast that feeds on his insecurities.  
So, he does what he always does: casually shrugs like he’s unbothered to help him play it off and tips a crooked smile that doesn’t come close to reaching his eyes.  
“I was on a rampage, man.  I fucking lost my mind seeing that douche hit on her for like, four fucking hours.”
Gareth nods as if this confirms what he’s already discerned.  “Okay.  Figured that’s what it was about.”
Eddie bites back a scathing retort as the beast rears its ugly head.  He opts for snark, instead.  
“Observant, aren’t we?”  He raises an eyebrow at his friend for good measure.
“Uh, you were visibly seething,” Gareth informs him flatly.  “Pretty obvious what was going on.”
“Well,” Eddie huffs, cheeks pinking slightly.  He knew he wasn’t hiding it well, but to hear it thrown back in his face from Gareth of all people makes his blood boil.  
“Fucking Tucker pissed me off,” he mutters through gritted teeth, fighting like hell to keep his voice even.  He gives Gareth a pointed look.  “Any guy after that was just a threat.”  
Gareth holds his stare, like he’s expecting more.  Eddie’s dwindling control he has over his rising anger is rapidly weakening.  What more does Gareth want from him?   
“Sorry,” the older boy says in a way that suggests he’s not sorry at all, like it’s just a filler to satisfy an uncomfortable lull in the conversation that he wants no part of.  “Nothing personal.”
Gareth doesn’t respond for a moment, his eyes narrow to thin slips of blue.  Eddie tries to remain impassive as he watches Gareth mentally chew on his words, but he feels his facade slipping, crumbling. 
He can’t remain impassive when it comes to you. 
Especially when Gareth mumbles in reply, “Seemed pretty personal.” 
The fire in Eddie’s belly ignites, the words singe his tongue as he spits, “Should it have been?”
“Dude, no!” Gareth almost shouts as his hands fly in front of his chest defensively.  His eyes round in genuine concern.  “Christ Ed, who d’ya think you’re talking to?”
Eddie’s voice drops low to avoid drawing attention.  He doesn't need what he says next to get around, but he does need his friend to fucking know. 
“The guy who watched my girlfriend come.”
Gareth’s eyes narrow dangerously as he scoffs.  “Says the guy that saw me and didn’t stop, either.”  
Eddie grunts and shoves off from his locker, his long strides carry him heavily down the hall.  Gareth wastes no time to catch up to him. He keeps his voice low and hisses at his side,
“You and I kinda fucked up and put her in a situation that I’m sure she doesn’t even know about.” 
Eddie rounds on him, halting Gareth midstride.  “And what situation is that, exactly?” he intones lowly, dark eyes flashing, challenging.  “You gonna tell me your side of the story?”
Gareth pauses, a myriad of emotions pass in a flurry over his features, but the one that sticks is pained.  
“You know my side,” he states, the waver in his voice betraying his confidence, making it sound more like a plea than a fact. 
The muscles in Eddie’s jaw twitch as he blows a breath out of his nose.  His espresso gaze flick up and down his friend’s stocky frame, considering for a long, tense moment.
Eddie keeps his eyes on Gareth, hard and unrelenting.  “Yeah. I think I do.”  
Gareth blanches, the swooping feeling in his gut gives him the impression Eddie’s words are more loaded than what they seem.
Eddie’s umber stare narrow fractionally before he straightens next to his friend and starts walking down the hall again.  Gareth hesitantly follows and jumps as Eddie stops abruptly at the door of his first hour class.  He angles his body away from Gareth to pull open the door, but not before muttering over his shoulder,
“It’s done, move on.”  Murky brown locks with watery blue for several moments before Eddie murmurs a familiar farewell with strained normalcy.  “See you at lunch.”
Gareth watches him disappear through the door, his features drenched in confusion and concern.  His heart pounds a deafening rhythm in his chest as he wonders if there’s any coming back from what happened.  It makes him sick, to have to wonder, to worry about where to go from here. 
One thing is obvious, he can’t move on, not like this.  He swallows hard before muttering softly to the door,
“Yeah.  See you.”
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