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literaila · 1 year ago

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PETER PARKER ANGST????❤️🫡🛬🤭😍🗣🙀🫡😀🫡🫶😀😟🫶😟❤️ (if you dont write it ill sob violently on the floor ☹️)

we could call it even

tasm!peter x fem!reader

summary:

"peter parker," she says, "you're like a legend around here."

warnings: unspecified angst, series, no fluff, no explanation

a/n: might i introduce a playlist entitled stupid boy which i listened to while writing this (and the other parts????)

there's a specific time of night that is appropriate to go to the market.

or inappropriate, depending on how old you are.

if you're in your sixties and sometimes feel like your joints are just notches that need to be oiled, midnight probably isn't your designed time for grocery shopping. seven in the morning is typically the best time for swollen lungs and--literal--broken hearts.

but if you're you, exhausted from running around all day, unpleasant from all of the people you've talked to, and trying to avoid anyone (everyone) you might know--and secrets you don't feel like sharing--then midnight is a perfect time. and perfectly normal, thank you very much.

you're not even sure why meyer's is open this late. there's no way the owner, jerry, is staying up until midnight to check out the lowlifes or drunk teenagers stopping by, and you know that these aren't prime business hours--evident by the crickets you can hear behind the 'fresh produce' section. maybe he forgets that it's open, and that susan--the only person willing to work here--is still on the clock. or maybe he's just taking pity on you. you don’t think he’s ever there, but maybe he hides around corners, noting the new lines on your face so he can report it back to every person in town. gossip is like a disease, and you’re never alone in a place like this. never quite at peace.

you look around the next shelf for jerry, or a gust of wind that follows him running away. there’s only silence. the echoes of your footsteps.

it doesn't matter why meyer’s is open. you're thankful for this time alone. or at least by yourself.

it's a welcome change to have no one judge you for your selection of deli cheese and baked goods. or the three containers of instant coffee you've hidden underneath it all. just out of habit.

tuesday nights are yours, and the market is your chosen domain.

usually, that is. usually, you're all alone. usually, you can run around on the carts and pick up anything you accidentally knock over. you can spill an entire bottle of wine on the floor and no one will blink an eye. jerry wouldn’t even be able to hear it from three feet away.

but tonight--on this tuesday when your feet hurt a little bit more than necessary, and your eyes are twitching at all of the lights--apparently you're not alone.

which you wished you would have realized before you started humming 'single ladies' a bit too loudly.

you wished you would have skipped shopping at all, really, as soon as you see his face.

his wide eyes--surprised and silvered by age, much like yours--and his open mouth.

in a different world, you would be shocked--shocked instead of scared--and you might run to him. you might ask him why he didn't tell you he was coming? what is he doing here? in a different world, you two would be the only people in the market and it would be fine.

it might even be great.

this subtle shift in autonomy wouldn’t hurt the peace you’re looking for on this tuesday night.

there wouldn't be this obvious horror story standing between the two of you, this looming presence. the history of a thousand lies, bruise after bruise, and scars so red that they could burn through the ground. glass shattered around your feet.

the lights might as well start flickering. you should probably call out "hello?" even though he's right in front of you, and if he was going to murder you, he probably wouldn't answer. a door should creak.

you should probably go.

you should probably run away before he can take a step closer. you don't look a threat in the eye and smile at it. you don't feed a stray cat.

it always comes back.

why is he here?

you take a step away. as soon as you notice him--behind, between, all over you--silence ensues. you might as well be at a loss for words. you don't have much to say to him.

not to that look in his eyes, or his receding hairline, or that peak on his mouth.

because peter would be here. at this time. and he would be trying to hide a smile, a smirk, when he's not even supposed to be within a five-hundred-foot vicinity of you.

actually, maybe you forgot to mail that restraining order.

but the words come out anyway because your body has always betrayed you when it comes to him.

"peter?" you blurt out, and just saying the word stirs the simmering feeling inside of you. just saying his name is enough of a warning.

"hey," he whispers and takes a step closer. you step back. he leans away like he knows his proximity is toxic. "sorry, i didn't mean to scare you."

i didn't mean to.

and yet.

you breathe and forget how to blink. he might disappear. "peter," you repeat, as a form of masochism. you don't breathe at all.

"sorry," he says, again. he doesn't say what for. there could be a million things.

"um," you choke out, looking around--away from him and his manipulative eyes. "what?" you laugh to yourself, hand running over your face. you roll your eyes back into your head and laugh again. you shake your head.

you look at peter, at his furrowed brow and inward stance, and you snort. look away from him before it's too late.

you're laughing like something is funny. it's not.

it's really not.

"are you..." peter is swallowing. you'd like to pretend that his voice is hollow and cold, much like that cave inside your chest, but it's not. you recognize that concern, that softness in his voice that used to be just yours. "are you okay?"

you almost giggle at him. it comes out as more of a cough.

you wonder if you look like a ghost. some remanent of who you used to be--the person that only peter used to know.

"peter," you sigh, and step away from your cart. into the shelf you've been backing yourself into.

you step away from him, still shaking your head.

"i've got to--" you trip as you turn around and say to mostly yourself, "i've got to go."

groceries, and peter, be damned, you think, as you walk out of the building and prepare yourself to never ever come back.

it wouldn't be the first time.

you are having your daily debate with mrs. brooke about the amount of calories in each pastry, in which you tell her that you only measure the amount of pleasure someone might get out of each one—which earns you a lovely sneer—and that she should try the blueberry scone.

she always rolls her eyes at you, says something about watching her weight even though she’s looked the same since you were five years old and sneaking through her yard to catch the neighborhood cat. and then she leaves with a breakfast sandwich.

it’s actually one of the most enjoyable parts of your day.

here’s the thing about knowing every single person that comes into the shop: you know exactly what they’re going to order, and you know what type of conversation you’re going to have with them.

mrs. brooke always stresses about her breakfast, her smile a tense sort of pleasant, but by the time she leaves her head is held a little higher. if she chooses the sandwich instead of the scone, then she’s started her day off right. you used to feel exasperated by her indecisive nature, but now you find it kind of adorable.

mr. meyer—jerry—just comes in so he can complain about the surplus of options on your menu. he wants a black coffee, and he wants to complain. you always smile at him and ask if he’s sure he doesn’t want to try the raspberry green tea. he finds this less than humorous.

every kid wants some kind of hot chocolate—which you actually have an excessive amount of—and no matter what their parents say, you sneak some extra marshmallows in. and everyone pretends otherwise.

susan—your kindergarten teacher, now friend—asks if you’ve met anyone special lately. it doesn’t matter that the selection of single people your age is always the same. there’s got to be someone special, she says to you and leaves with a cider she tells everyone is a latte.

there are the people who want their lattes and mochas, those who want some alternative milk that they complain about—even though you’ve tried every brand on earth—there are the people who don’t ever buy anything, and just come in to pretend they want something and talk to you. they gossip about the other people in town as if you aren’t well aware of everything that goes on.

you roll your eyes, but you appreciate the company. things get pretty boring when you can guess everyone’s schedule.

but you like your tiny tea shop. you like the consistency. you enjoy the smiles you throw out, and the complaints you receive. it’s a routine, and nothing goes wrong. you're in control of this one thing, and that's just how you like it.

in control, that is, of course, until you see him when mrs. brooke is walking away.

“oh!” she says, pausing, her drink shaking in hand, her pink fingernails a smudge against the shadow suddenly coming from right in front of you. she is just a foot too close to him. “is that peter parker?” she asks, saying his voice like an omen, turning around so she can set her cup and bag down, and then hugging him so hard you can see her muscles working beneath her sleeve.

“hey, mrs. brooke,” peter wheezes out, a strangled smile on his aged face. his same eyes.

he is just as surprised as you at her sudden outburst, the cooing noises she's making as she attempts to crumble him.

“look how handsome you’ve gotten! and so strong. what are those new yorkers doing with you?”

“definitely not trying to squeeze me to death.”

mrs. brooke laughs, somewhat vindictively, and she turns back around to look at you, with wide eyes. “did you know he was in town, dear? why didn’t you say anything? i almost had a heart attack.”

peter clears his throat before you can throw any type of face on. any mask. “it’s a surprise,” he mock whispers, and his eyes dash to yours, then away, just as quick. “don’t tell anyone.”

“it’s not like they’d believe me anyway,” she scoffs, “you’re a legend around here.”

“i’m honored.”

she laughs again, then grabs her cup. “oh,” she whispers, too loud. her eyes are tight, as if she’s intruded. “of course. i’ll leave and let you two talk.”

and within a blink of an eye, she is running out of the shop, faster than you’ve ever seen anyone escape from here.

and peter is there, standing in front of you. his face is smooth, calm, his eyes roaming over your face like he still has the privilege of knowing any of it.

and your heart might be racing, if it was still there.

"hi," he whispers. it is quiet enough for you to feel it in your chest. his voice and the memory of it.

does he sound different? has he really changed that much in the last two years? is his face a bit worn? are his eyes a different color?

but it doesn’t matter what rattles through your head—when you look at peter, you just see him. your peter.

except that he’s completely different.

you clear your throat, looking away and pushing off of the counter. “what can i get you?”

peter blinks. “oh, um…” he looks at the menu above your head, back to you. “what—“ he swallows. “what would you recommend?”

“it’s all good.” your voice is clipped. you should’ve said pure brewed black tea, no ice, no sweetener, no cup. just to get him out of here. you should've recommended the starbucks three towns over.

he swallows, again. a hand rakes through his hair. “i… just a sec.”

there is a single second where you grant him the patience you would give every other customer—smile politely and let them know to ask if they have any questions. a single second where you treat him like anybody else.

and then you say: “do you want a mocha, peter?” with an anger that shouldn’t—can’t—be contained inside of you.

you wince at his name. the singe of his brand on you, going down your throat.

peter seems to watch this on your face, because he’s even quieter when he answers, “sure, that’d be great.”

at least some things haven’t changed.

so you grab a cup, writing his name on it, and move to grab the milk.

you turn around and pretend like you’ve just forgotten he’s there.

peter doesn’t take this hint.

“so…” he says, his feet are loud as they tap on the ground. “you still work here, huh?”

you barely grunt a response, spilling chocolate in the cup recklessly. if peter dies of a clogged artery it won’t be your fault.

“that’s nice. felix always loved you. and you loved working here, back in highschool.” you have to face him as you steam the milk, and you try not to pointedly stare. not to roll your eyes or hiss at him. “it’s different though. the decor, i mean. but nice. i like it. did you do it?”

“yes.”

you grab his cup, pouring the milk and shoving the cap on it. “here,” your fingertips burn as you pass it to him, and you don’t think it’s because of the drink.

“thank you.”

you both stand there; peter blinks and doesn’t leave.

he coughs. “i didn’t pay.”

“mrs. brooke would kill me if i made you pay for your first drink back home.”

“well, she knows where you live,” his lip twitches, but he doesn’t laugh.

and neither do you.

“is it just you here?” he asks. “no felix?”

“he sold me the shop a year ago.”

his eyes widen. “oh. oh! that’s great. congrats.”

“thank you.”

you don’t move your eyes from his face, because it’s suddenly not fair that he’s here. that he’s allowed to intrude like this.

“it’s good to see you,” peter relents, a fake smile playing on his lips.

you falter. your heart turns in your chest, just so it doesn’t have to look at him anymore. “i’m working, okay?” you say, whispering. “i can't do this right now.”

“right. yeah.” peter trips on a step back. his eyes are scanning your face again. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t—“ he blows out a breath. “i’m sorry.”

you nod. watch the ground as he stumbles over it.

“i mean it though,” he adds, like he hadn’t thought about it. “it’s good to see you.”

and then peter swallows. you blink at him.

when he turns around the bell rings as he pushes it. and peter doesn’t look back.

he’s right about one thing, at least. it is nostalgic.

"when were you going to tell me?" your mom asks, leaning against her kitchen counter--the same one you scribbled on as a kid, smiley faces still apparent. she's doing that fake smile thing. the one that makes you want to storm off and slam the door like some mistreated teenager.

you don't, but both of you know that you think about it. for at least five seconds

"tell you what?" you ask, instead, setting the groceries you brought for her on the counter.

"about peter."

your eyes close. he would follow you around, wherever you go. he's probably hiding in some vent, smiling maliciously.

there's that teasing voice in your head saying small town, small small town, but you just turn around, ignoring it, and her, and raise a brow. "peter parker?" you repeat, rhetorically. "twenty-six, new york. brown hair, brown eyes. lived here his whole life, has an aunt who lives next door, tried to steal our cat when he was nine..." you drawl off, making a point to smile. "ringing any bells?"

she throws a dish towel at you. "you know thats not what i meant."

"do i?"

you wipe the counter with the towel, then fold it nicely on the counter, all the while avoiding your mother's eyes.

but you know she won't leave it alone. the same way she hasnt left you alone once in the past four years, like she can dig your feelings up from whatever grave you buried them in.

there's a part of you that wants to crawl over to her and ask her to make you some hot chocolate, to watch some childrens movie on the couch with you. you want to be the little kid who would've depended on that knowing glance she's still giving you. the little kid who idolized her and wasn't afraid to admit the truth--even if you did steal that chocolate bar from under her sink.

but you're grown, and this doesn't matter. not in the long run, anyway.

you look up, expectant eyes. she has your same eyes, and meets them.

"linda told nancy, who told jerry, who told me over the phone..." she shakes her head. "but may was here earlier."

"yeah? how is she?"

"good, busy, i'm guessing, because you know how she dotes over him."

"yeah..."

you fold the towel again, running your fingertips over the embrodered flowers.

"have you seen him?"

you swallow, and nod absentmindedly. you're not going to tell her about the grocery store. "yeah, he came into the shop yesterday."

she taps your hand, and you let go of the rag. she hangs it back over the oven, the ebbing silence more like a threat, her hands falling to her hips. "why didn't you say anything?"

"it's not a big deal. he came in, ordered, and then left."

"and there were no words between the two of you?" she prods. "no wandering eyes? you just read his mind instead of taking his order?"

you grit your teeth, rolling your eyes. "he asked for a mocha and i made it for him."

"nothing else?"

"he said it was nice to see me."

she waves a hand at you.

"and i said that i was working." you sigh, leaning against the counter. "that's all."

"you're not freaking out?" your mom ducks her head so she can meet your eyes. her face is sullen, but her smile is genuine.

it's like talking to a counselor.

"why would i be freaking out? he had to come back sometime."

she scoffs. the little necklace your dad gave her dangles from her neck, and you watch it. "i don't know," she says, using the same voice you do when she tells you not to take a tone with her. "maybe because you havent spoken to him in the last three years?"

yeah, the same voice says, rough and patronizing, you haven't spoken to him in five years. why is that, again?

but you snort at your mom, a defensive smile making its way to your lips as you look at her. "water under the bridge," you say, dismissing it.

you don't want to talk about this with her. you don't want to talk about this with anyone.

because the only person who might actually understand is the same person who left three years ago. who came back with no warning at all.

"did may say when he got here?" you ask, voice escaping before you can stop it.

"just a day or two ago, i think. why?"

"is he here for the holidays?"

"yes. she said he plans to stay until at least january. he's between jobs, i guess."

"oh." you smack your lips and move away from her, back to the groceries, which is the reason you're here in the first place. you take out the milk jug, walking to the fridge, but a soft hand stops you.

your mom is smiling when you turn towards her. "you don't have to talk about it," she's saying, her voice smooth and comforting. "i don't--i don't know what happened between the two of you. i just mentioned it because may said he was talking about you. it..." she drops off, wincing.

"what?"

"it might be good to talk to him. put the water under the bridge."

you roll your eyes, nose twitching. you don't need to say anything, you won't. your mother is just another town gossip, and her opinion has no sway over you.

even ask the words sink in.

"now put the rest of those away," she says, ruffling your hair, "i know what happens when you take your 'breaks.'"

you push her and put the milk in the fridge.

you're mopping the floor when the bell rings, and a cold brush of air trails goosebumps up your skin.

it's late enough in the season to no longer smell like the leaves falling onto the ground, or the grandesur pine needles showing off their lifespan. it's cold in the shop now, and you have three coats in the back.

but the person who walks in is only wearing one. one you recognize from several years ago, with the holes in the sleeves from when he jumped over your fence and sprained his ankle. the stain on the front when may threw a plum soaked rag at him and you'd laughed so hard that you'd fallen to your knees on the floor and couldn't breathe.

peter's face is wain. his eyes are cautious as they meet yours.

you're not used to anyone coming in at 5:55. everyone knows you close at six, and the few people who'd dared to come in and order a drink a minute before you flipped your sign have learned their lesson.

but peter hasn't learned anything.

"i know," he says, like tracking your mind. "you close at six. may told me."

"okay."

you're still holding the mop, sure that his footprints would leave mud all over your floors.

"i don't want to buy anything. or--" he breathes out, hands wringing at his sides, probably from the cold. "i will. if you want me to. but that's not why i came. i wanted to see if you..."

he does a sweep over you, and his words fall in the air, as if he's just realized something.

you look down at the snowflake apron your mom bought last year. it's not that dirty.

you look back up, brows furrowed, and peter's expression matches yours. "yes?" you prod, feeling that anger simmer in the core of your chest. but you've been rude enough to him.

your mom's words ring out in your head.

it might be good to talk to him.

peter swallows, whatever emotion on his face fading. "i wanted to see if you would go to dinner with me. or take a walk. or--or i'll buy you groceries, since you left yours the other night. it doesn't matter. i just want to... talk to you."

"you want to talk to me?"

peter nods. "i can wait outside, while you finish." he waves a hand, like an explanation. "it doesn't have to be long. just five minutes?"

you watch peter, his face a world of feeling that you can't recognize anymore.

and maybe that hurts the most. not him being here, not the distance or the time you've let edge you apart, but the fact that it's changed things. peter has changed and you've just let that happen. he's got a life seperate from you and there's no one to blame. he'd reached out enough, initially. months of letting his calls go to voicemail and ignoring may when you saw her in the street.

putting yourself back together in the misshaped way you are now. peter probably doesn't even recognize you--not like this.

maybe it's your fault.

but you find yourself nodding anyway, ignoring the guilt seeping through the cracks of you. you nod, and peter's face changes.

it's not the first time you've noticed his eyes, or watched relief ease into him, but it's just the same.

"yes?" peter asks, his voice rough and dry. you look at that jacket again.

"where's your coat?"

"my..." peter looks down with you. "oh, my coat. all of the ones aunt may kept were too small, and i thought--" he scratches his neck. "well, i forgot how cold it gets."

you nod, slowly.

peter nods back.

you stare at him a moment longer, and then break away from his unfamiliar gaze.

"just give me five minutes. i just need to put this away, and grab my stuff, and..." you swallow.

"okay. great. do you want to me wait outside, or should i?" he gestures around, looking as uncomfortable as you've ever seen him.

"you can sit. just--don't get any dirt on the tablebases."

"okay. thank you."

you nod, one last time, and look away from him.

your heart runs circles around peter as he sits at one of your tables, his long legs not fitting beneath it. it taunts you again and again as you try not to notice him breathing, try to ignore him completely.

you dup the mop water, spilling it on your shoes. you wipe down the last counter, the syrup sticking to your hands like a scar. you walk around the shop trying to find something else to do so you can avoid this as long as possible. your feet are cold and your hands feel abnormally dry. maybe you need to go home and shower. maybe you shouldn't be doing this at all.

you sit in the office for a moment, wishing you could watch peter without him knowing. scope him out before you hear what he has to say.

and--

okay, maybe there's a part of you that's been waiting three years for this.

that dream where he's there even though you don't want him; that moment when he apologizes and you forgive him automatically, because your heart has always been small and fragile around him; that fantasy where peter comes home and he's the same teenager you used to walk around town with at two in the morning, the same brown eyes laughing as you both slipped on ice and fell on top of eachother.

you won't deny that you've thought about this before. what you might say to him if you got the chance.

but as you grab your bag and hang your apron around the chair in the office, the words have gone some place else. what could you say to him to make any of this make sense?

still, you clear your throat when you walk out, feet aching from standing all day. you blink at him as he struggles to get up, pushing your chair in, the legs scratching on the floor the only sound between the two of you.

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hyunjins-goddess · 1 year ago

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CEO!Chris X FEM!Reader

I SEE RED.

(MY FIRST BANGCHAN FIC RAHHHHHH 🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️ BE NICE TO ME PLS. I'm so nervous about this one, literally shitting myself because idek if I like this, but this is one of my fantasies lolololol Feel free to like, comment, reblog, scream at me in my asks etc about the new album Skz are releasing, I'm so excited asdfghjkl. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT READ, I REPEAT, DO NOT READ.)

It all started with a conversation that took place the other evening.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why communication is key in a relationship. So if we dislike something? Voice it. Crossed a boundary? Make yourself be heard. Hell, make this a habit even if you've only just met someone.

And when you voice something that you do like? Equally important. Let them know that they're doing something good. Doing what, I hear you ask? My sweet little reader, I'll leave that up to your most wildest fantasies in that fascinating mind of yours.

But I digress!

One evening, you and your fiancè were sat at the dinner table. Well, he had taken your hand and propped you onto his lap as you both ate your dinner. With him working such long hours, (being the CEO of a huge talent agency mind you!) his favourite way to wind down after a hard day was just to have you close to him. One of his favourite past times would be to lay in bed with you, and listen to you read to him. For all he cared, you could be reading the dictionary to him, he just loved hearing your voice and having you close to him.

You were his safety net and he was yours.

You'll never forget the day you had returned from work, it had been a particularly gruelling shift, as you walked through the door Chris had appeared in the doorway. Upon seeing him, you couldn't help but break into a huge smile, your shoulders feeling less tense as he removed your jacket for you. "Hello, my love." He whispered into your ear, strong arms wrapping around your middle making you sigh as you let his familiar, warm scent envelope you.

"Hey baby," You whispered back, letting your head fall back on his broad shoulder as his face had nuzzled into your neck.

He had proceeded to let you know that he had ran you a bath, knowing how stressful your day had been, and he had taken your hand leading you to the bathroom.

He had undressed you, making little comments that had made you blush and chuckle, causing him to launch his dimples at you. Chris gently helped you in the bath and started to wash your hair, massaging your scalp and silencing your loud thoughts.

He then undressed himself, laughing softly as you made some saucy comments back to him. Then, he held you from behind, pulling you close to him. Caressing your body, trailing his plump lips across your naked back, causing you to break out in the most pleasurable goosebumps not only at the feeling, but of such the intimate act itself.

It were these things that he did for you, that just made your heart soar. Just made you believe that God Himself, had crafted him just so that He could show you what true love is.

Back to this little conversation:

So you were happily sat upon Chris' lap, listening to him tell you about his day when suddenly he nonchalantly mentioned:

"You know, I think red is your colour."

"Oh?" You replied, slightly taken aback, "Where did that come from?" You laughed, which made him giggle.

"I don't know, I just- Seeing you in that red shirt you've got on now, it really emphasises your features. Brings out your hair, skin tone and eyes!"

Such an innocent, sweet comment but by God did you have some sort of epiphany. It's like it triggered a switch within you and you silently hatched a plan.

And so, here you are, in the back of a cab on the way to make a surprise visit to your fiancè at his office.

You had never done anything this risky before, the thought of what you were doing was causing you to break into perspiration. You could feel it gathering in the palm of your hands but you couldn't ignore the heat pooling in your lower stomach.

Before you knew it, the cab stopped. Your heart rate had risen significantly as you smoothed down your beige coloured, long trench coat. You inhaled, thanked the driver, and exhaled as you got out, Louboutin heels clicking across the tarmac in such an aesthetically pleasing fashion.

Who knew that shows could even sound that expensive?

You couldn't help but have to refrain from giggling as you got through the revolving door, chewing down on your bottom lip as you walked to the reception desk.

The lovely receptionist broke out into a beam as she recognised you straight away. "Miss Y/N! It's so good to see you, how are you?

You beamed back. "Hey you! I'm doing really well thank you, how about you? How are the kids?"

"Ahh we're all doing well thank you so much for asking, they keep me entertained!" She giggled. "I'll buzz you up to Mr Bahng's office!"

There goes your heart rate again. "Brilliant, thank you so much! We will have to catch up over coffee soon!" You genuinely promised as you made your way to the elevator.

"Sure thing, Miss Y/N!"

You couldn't help but smile, after all this time she was always so polite and insisted on formalities, despite your insisting on first names.

As you got closer to Chris' office, your breath got shaky. No time to be scared now, bad bitch mode activated.

You opened his door and felt your knees almost buckle at just how sexy he looked:

Crisp white shirt with two top buttons undone exposing his honey coloured skin and strong neck, sleeves rolled up accentuating his gorgeous arms. His black tie has been undone and loose around the collar of his shirt. His eyebrows had been furrowed in concentration, looking over reports on his computer but they raised as he beamed when he saw you. You swore his smile was like looking into the sun and you adored when his hair was swept from his face, it focused on his cheekbones and straight eyebrows, and you gushed at his masculine nose.

"Baby!" His rich coffee coloured eyes sparkled and you grinned at how they crinkled. "I'm so happy to see you!" He practically jumped out of his hair and bounded over to you. "Can I ask why you have graced this building with your presence?" He giggled as he pulled you into him, securing you in those magnificent arms of his.

You let yourself melt into his warmth, wrapping your arms around his neck, you deeply inhaled the scent of his neck. Of cinnamon, amber and vanilla. Of home.

"I just missed you." You replied, smiling, and to that he squeezed you. After a little bit you released yourself from him. "You forgot your dessert aswell."

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you, you had to refrain from giggling as he tilted his head to the side in just the cutest way. "Dessert? I didn't forget it th-"

Oh but he was cut off. Because at that point you removed your trench coat and let it drop into a heap on the ground.

Revealing the sauciest, sexiest, most scandalous piece of lingerie you and I have ever seen:

At first glance it had the silhouette of a dress. It was a red lace push up bra with see through mesh, ending just at the top of your thigh. Through the mesh there was a matching red lace garter belt, suspenders attached to it making your thighs just look too delectable that Chris thought his knees were going to buckle. Just wait until he saw the g string.

Chris' pupils had blown out and his breathing hitched as his gaze ravaged upon, trailing you up and down. When he looked into your eyes, you felt your cheeks flush and you had to press your thighs together for friction as his tongue poked his cheek.

He walked closer to you, hands in his pockets, sexy smirk gracing his lips as you found yourself pressed up against the door. Oh his eyes were dark, they were almost black. And they were hooded. You could only describe it as the gaze of a predator on the prowl to its prey.

His hand reached over and slowly locked the door. He wasn't even touching you yet but the proximity caused you to let out a short breath and his smirk widened as his face got closer to yours. His mouth was so close to yours, you were breathing each other's air and you found your hips trying to rut up against his waist.

"Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't tear this off of you right now and fuck you up against this door." Chris whispered, nose tracing against your jaw and touching your neck. It was taking every fibre of your being not to let out a whimper, but you fought on, gently pulled him by the back of his hair to make him look at you. You smirked:

"Because baby, this was expensive and you haven't even seen it up close-"

You didn't get the chance to finish your bratty reply as Chris had suddenly gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you up in the air, making your legs wrap around as what you called his "slutty little waist." You laughed but couldn't help yourself rutting against his stomach, lightly gasping at how the ridges of his abs rubbed against your heat.

Chris smirked darkly at you as he set you on his desk, he stood between your legs and caged you with his arms at your sides. "You really are acting like a bitch in heat aren't you? Made your way over here with your little bad-ass trench coat on, wearing the sluttiest outfit known to man. And now you decide to practically hump me but that's absolutely fine with me cause' you're my little bitch aren't you-" The way his voice had dropped an octave, dripping with pure condescension had your toes curling in your heels and you just couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed him by his collar kissing at his mouth savagely, making him smirk evilly into your mouth at how easy it was to rile you up. Moans and groans were spilling into each other's mouths, your tastes mixing together into the most dangerous concoction, call it a Molotov Cocktail if you will. You can't describe the feeling of having his lips on you, whether it was your lips or skin, it set you on fire. And you were always ready to be burned by him.

His hands were all over your body, gripping at your flesh and you almost ripped his shirt off, you were frantic at the need of feeling his skin on yours. You were lightheaded at the feeling if his hot skin against yours, it was like he was sizzling and his scent had you in a chokehold.

He looked so devastatingly sexy when he was turned on: Luscious plump lips swollen and pink with desire, honey toned skin with a pink hue, almost like a sunset cascading down his body. Dark, intense eyes glimmering at you, daring you to challenge him. "Dessert huh?" Chris purred as his hands balled into fists, gripping at your suspender straps, tugging at them to part your legs wider for him. "Allow me to dig in."

He feasted on your pussy, like the man had just walked through the depths of the desert and was having his first meal in weeks. Swirling his tongue across your heat, he would be damned if he missed a spot. After tasting you, he fixed his lips around your clit, sucking hard yet slow.

You couldn't keep still. Your back was arching, you were fighting yourself to keep as quiet as you could, hips canting on his face. Your nails dragged across his wooden oak desk, it was like you were marking your territory by having your own markings across his furniture.

But you were marking it with your essence too, also dripping onto his face.

"Shit!" You tried not to squeal out as he grabbed your calves, shoved your knees up onto your chest so he could allow himself more room to devour your pussy. You couldn't stop yourself from latching onto his hair, pulling at it. Neither you or he gave a shit if it hurt his scalp. It was like you were possessed and this demon who was making your body contort, was certainly the owner of you.

He sat back, eyeing up at you as he gathered your arousal and his spit on his fingers, then slowly entered his two fingers into you, automatically curling them into the spot that had you seeing God.

But the only God you worshipped was Chris.

He then rubbed at your clit and before you could say "S Class", you squirted. Hard.

Your essence was all over him: His face, soaked into his shirt, dripping down the desk.

While you were trying to control the shakes of your orgasm, to get your breath back, Chris calmed you by pressing his lips along your body again, mapping you out for the umpteenth time. He massaged at your skin and you managed to lift your head up, only to meet a mischievous grin of his.

"That was so much, babygirl. I don't know why I have so much whiskey in this cabinet, when I could just let your cum drip into a glass, nothing compares to the taste of your puss- oof!"

That cheeky, sexy motherfucker made you sit up, energy restored, and before you both knew it you kicked your heel fairly strongly into his chest, making him fall back into his office chair.

With his legs spread, dick straining against his pants, you straddled him and hurriedly rid him of his belt. You were to desperate to take his pants off you both were, so due to your previous orgasm you didn't need to prep, you grabbed his cock and slid yourself onto him.

Chris threw his head back, closing his eyes and moaned out at the feeling of your wetness pooling around his slit, and your walls engulfing him. "Ahh, shit!"

Your back arched and hips jolted as your overstimulated clit brushed up against pelvic bone, letting out a soft whimper at how full he made you feel. "Be quiet Daddy, don't want anyone hearing you slacking on your work now do you?" You teased as you gripped onto him, slowly rolling your hips up and down, making him groan oh so sexily.

He glared up at you, jaw clenching as he gripped at your lingerie, nearly ripping it. "You think I give a shit? This is MY company, MY building, MY office. If anything, if you like, they can gather round in here and watch, let them get a briefing on how they SHOULD fuck their partners." Oh you clenched at how unhinged he was being with his words and how he was fucking up into you now. You moaned when he tugged you by your hair and bit down on your neck.

"Or, ya know, I could always shove my tie into your mouth to make you shut up if you're feeling too shy at the moment," He smirked into your skin as he smacked your ass.

"Oh fuck you!" You moaned out and dug your nails into his skin, scratching him cause him to hiss in pure pleasure.

"Oh but I am babe, I AM fucking you and I know you're about to cum with how much your pussy is clenching at me. Give me another one huh? Cum for your husband."

That did it. To stop yourself from screaming out, you sank your teeth into his neck as you came around his dick. At the feeling of your teeth breaking his skin and your pussy pulsating around him, Chris pulled at your body tight to his as his thick cum squirted into you with a deep groan of your name.

You both held onto each other, breathing heavily as you calmed each other down. He softly kissed at the marks he made on your skin, squeezing you as if to apologise if he went too far. You ran your fingers through his dark locks, cradling his head to your body as you whispered "I love you's" into each other's skin.

Chris looked up at you lovingly as he rubbed your body. "So...what colour are you gonna go for next? Cause this red on you nearly made me call for an ambulance, black, I'm going into cardiac arrest."

And that's that guys, let me know what you think! Thank you so so much for reading, I really hope you are well and taking care of yourself!! ✨️🩷✨️🩷

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bogusbyron · 4 months ago

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Notes from 24th august matinee. Sorry this is 2 weeks late ive been busy . Heres the cast to keep in mind when reading

Note: if you want examples of certain line deliveries let me know, ill send a snippet from the audio

1) as SOON as the lights came up i was RAKING the ensemble for harry lake and there he was

2) jordan as tall and commanding in his presence as ever. Spoke "ticket" VERRRRRY fast. Strong "law" on Meaning of the law. Harsh "yes" , on Yes, 24601, and obviously on Javert when he tells Valjean his name. Also held onto the yellow slip which uhhhhh classic

3) Valjean harsh-growl on "lord" in "lord forgive them"

4) Harry lake was hangin out by the stairs in the parole scene. He was also the one to throw the bag at Valjean. Lmfao

5) understudy bishop again! As last time, quite stern rather than gentle like Adam Pearce

6) Valjean spitting "good" in Done a bit of good.

7) bishop harsh on "that is right", as well as Quite loud and harsh on "passion", then quiet on the next line

8) valjean sobbing when bishop hands him his bag back :-((

9) during valjean's soliloquy, slight pause for stolen time after "so far" in Fallen so far, growled "if theres another", entire "gave me a number and murdered valjean" was spoken. "Soul" in Touched my soul verrrry upset-like . Growled "hate" in Hate the world. He also wiped his face on "i'll be back". He was doing a lot of sniffling from this point in the song as well which i liked . Voice crack on "soul" on Touched my soul which i fw. Pause on Reaching like "Reach. Ing". Upset on "Reaching but I fall", and a VERY strong final note.

10) At the end of the day as per an absolute banger - tom hext is the MOST visible ensemble member during this number, its great . Harry was being elusive but I ended up spotting him with tom in the factory . On the topic of Tom, he apparently did the hugest bitchiest eye roll ever when fantine says "and i pay for the child, what's the matter with that?" Which is so funny

11) katie hall AS USUALLLL TEARING UP DA STAGE🗣🗣🗣 delectable performance , lovely little suspended pause on "Life...... worth living". More goosebumps than usual too ohmy god this song is so good live. Also some sobbing between "autumn came" and "still i dream" .... HOLY SCHMOLY what a voice

12) tom and harry were the 2nd and third dudes at the start of lovely ladies . Not important but it is to me . As usual harry gets his arse slapped after "take all year" as he stumbles offstage LMFAOOO

13) for some reason i thought the foreman and the pimp were played by the same guy , only realised they werent when they BOTH came onstage. For context they look identical . Long hair with a beard. How was i supposed to know

14) fantine stumbles a bit after belting "already dead" . Also lots of weeping again for the bambatabois sequence :-( (also like last time he was like a screaming toddler)

15) javert low on "monsieur" in Rest assured, Monsieur . Which i liked

16) HEARTBREAKING "no" as fantine reaches for javert and he steps away before "i have heard such protestations" UUGHHHH

17) YOUPIEE! Breaking: My Ship Touched Each Other. Valjean puts a hand on Javert's shoulder to hold him back from Fantine .

18) hm, gayest cart scene ive seen so far . First we got the classic extended bicep touch as they make eye contact ("a memory stirs"). Javert harsh delivery on "broke" in Broke his parole. Half spoken "Of course" in Of course he now denies it. Harsh on "he couldnt run forever". Back to the gay shit, he walks RIGHT up to valjean, then once theyre basically cock to cock he glances down at his tits, then back up in time to push his face into valjean's for "this time there is no mistake", making sure to spit that T in mistake. Im taking they were inches away from each other. Insane.

19) milan was kinda looking down for Who Am I and all i could think about were how good his brows looked from this angle . Only note i took for who am i , other than mentioning how javert took his cravat after he takes it off in the courtroom. You can hear on the audio i took me saying "he's gonna sniff that tonight"

20) katie hall as always unreal as mentioned but shes seriously so good during this scene, her notes are still so strong despite being also so convincingly frail, duuude. Insane. Her and milan are such a heartbreaking duo its FAB

21) confrontation SWEEP🗣 valjean's spoken "listen to me". Javert kinda snaps "you must" very suddenly which is hilarious . Additional note but jordan's figure works so well for the confrontation and javert in general, or at least the way i view him so is it any wonder im so fond of him . Dude's hench . Makes him all the more imposing in all of javert's layers and coats .. delectable. All that grunting and groaning during the fight though Also his mouth wipe after he gets strangled Helloooo get out. At this point i wrote "shit punch" cause valjean's last punch at the end of the scene kinda sucked .

22) i forgot the actress but little cosette is sooo sweet shes lovely bless. Castle on a cloud is underrated i love that song .

23) 6th time seeing the show, 2nd tjme seeing luke thenardier.😭😭😭😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO tom sweep anyway

24) i like that Tall Jean (aka Willy Wonka as jordan told me he's called) is clearly an important character cause they still have him even when Jordan isnr ensemble, same fit and everything just with a diff waistcoat. Like hey Fake Jean. If youre reading this and dont know who this is you're a fake fan.

25) i like luke's french accent on "best inkeeper in down" .. mix it up a bit.

26) the gentleman guest cackling like a madman when both thenardiers flash him at the start of the song LMFAOAO

27) tom plays the blind guy if you didnt know. Anyway harry like, crawls? Up the stairs at the back of the set and when he gets to the top hes faced with a woman lifting her skirt in front of him . He then proceeds to stand up and play bongos on her boobs.?? Then later Fake Jean passes him a drink so thats nice

28) thenardier shouting "window shut"

29) here i wrote "jordan should play all the roles" who cheered

30) UGGHHHH valjean taking cosette's hands when asking her name in the forest scene brugh

31) luke is great as thenardier but i prefer the way Tom does the "i will pay" gag , cause luke just sorta jolts awake but tom does a whole snort which works better cause it draws more attention WHATEVERRR.

32) thenardier puttinf his leg up on the table when hes trying to impress valjean?? 😭😭😭😭

33) dude how is this show gonna cope w/o Claire Machin when the cast changes shes seriously so good . When the thenardiers are stood together to the side after valjean sits down at the table she like keeps gesturing as if telling thenardier to speak properly which is so funny . (As a guy with a regional english accent this was #felt.). She also fixes his cravat and then he taps her nose which was fire. However luke did fuck up and said "shared each bone" twice OOPS oh well. He makes up for it with his classic shoulder touch-clap-stamp instead of doing the christian cross

34) valjean as last time grabbing thenardier's lapels to intimidate him before he leaves LOL

35) Will as marius i noticed moves around a LOT . ADHD who

36) harry as one of the policemen who accompany javert in The Robbery YAY❤

37) for javert's bit in the Robbery - harsh on "hunted", growled "jean valjean". YUM! Plus spitting "feet" at thenardier. Very strong for the whole thing in general which i love to see of course

38) STARS INFLECTION, unfortunately nothing too interesting to note - not a bad thing cause Jordan's voice is gorgeous it just makes for Boring note readingLOL. Anyway..... Harsh start ("there, out in the darkness"). Very toothy (snarling expression) which i love to see thankyou jordan. Smile on first "stars", little smile on "counted" on Scarce to be counted. Held out arms a bit on "darkness" in Filling the darkness, then soft on "and light" which was luurvely. Had his arms out from "place in the sky" to "and your aim". The 2nd crescendo was VERY strong.. just wow ... additionally , Jordan was pointin riiiight at us at the end and he was thrilled to hear this when we met him stage door LMFAOA

39) Looked like marius almost walked into a beam when he enters the stage after Stars. He also does a little giggle when he leaves . That whole scene he did not stop moving , girl slow DOWN

40) fake Gérard - he has the halfmoon glasses but wore a red coat instead of the greyish-blue one

41) Marius is so hype to be in love its so good, like hes a boy who's read romances all his life and hes finally like , able to experience it himself. Its so good. Hes thrilled. Grantaire gives him a kiss on the cheek❤

42) When marius, on the stairs, opens his arms a bit when he sings "burst of light", grantaire does the same while watching him from the floor. So good

43) when the students all gather round to listen to enjolras, grantaire like, drags him away from the crowd LMFOAA at the start of do you hear the people sing

44) noticed harry picking up and spinning one of the women as he exits after dyhtps. Also at this point i wrote "too many fair-haired white boys in this damn musical"

45) Cosette did a little swoop up into a high note on "love" in Do people really fall in love so fast. I love phoebe's voice!

46) Marius VERY excited on "music OFANgels" which was funny. Soft, near whisper on following "in my life". He did a little spin on "that is new, that is free". Bro does not stop. Also he does a really nice accent i cant quite place properly but it works for his marius i think.

47) He LOBS the stone at the window as compared to the other two mariuses ive seen who just kinda ... toss it. Hes so awkward though. And here i wrote "he feels mature but in the coddled autistic boy way. I fw him" that about sums it up

48) amena soft on "dagger in me" which she usually doesnt do . Interesting !

49) also for some reason there was like too long a pause after heart full of love like nobody clapped. Lmfao?

50) claquesous being used as a step stool again by thenardier during the attack on rue plumet. Always hysterical

51) Didn't hold the final "somebody's here" which i dont think ive ever heard. Strange! But regardless. Will callan has quite a unique voice which i WAS fond of , i liked him a lot .

52) STILL NO JAVERT BAKER BOY FOR ONE DAY MORE👎 anyway he was harsh on "wet" in They will wet themselves with blood. So, yay!

ACT 2

53) baker boy. Cheered

54) milan's "bitch expression" as i referred to it returns when he reads Now that i knlw

55) there were so many minor backstage noises . Btw like urm someones in trouble lmfoaa

56) AMENA BLOWING ME AWAY AS USUALLLLL gooooosebumps . What a voice god shes awesome

57) loudhailer harsh on "you" and short on "this" for You at the barricade listen to this

58) djavanjolras being taller than jordanvert will never not be funny. Hes the only one bruh

59) javert's smile just FALLING when gavroche shouts LIAR is so fucking funny

60) Will callan's voice was SOOOOOOO good for A Little Fall of Rain ohhmy god its like , gentle , smooth. Delectable. He hit that shit And the heartstrings, amen. Great combo of like, disbelief and almost defeat which was heartbreaking okhhhmy gah.

61) Grantaire stopping enjolras from going to Marius after eponine dies

62) grantaire sits down and talks to javert after javert is brought out to sit on the bench which i think is hilarious . Like they were just chatting

63) valjean's gun didnt go off when he shoots the sniper in the first attack😭😭😭😭

64) javert harsh on "upside-down" in The world is upside-down

65) BARRICADE SCEEEEEENE we were fed. Javert shoved to his knees. Pause "between once a thief. Forever a thief." Harsh, growl on "if you let me go beware, you'll still answer to javert". Lapel grab AS PERRRRRR but thistime javert was struggling a bit and kept jerking away to break free . He put his hand on his chest when valjean let go. He took a couple steps towards valjean before he says "go" which was CRAZY

66) the "pretty girls" line in Drink With Me was harry 😁😁

67) grantaire and gavroche's hug after grantaires verse is always fire

68) milan very soft on all the "him"s during bring him home. VERY strong on the crescendo though as usual .. wowzers

69) 2nd attack - grantaire kinda collapses onto a barrel instead of fighting, facing the audience the whole time. After gavroche's death when he takes his body hes sniffling the whole time WHATEVERRR RR BRUH

70) enjoltaire was fed too . Hug and forehead touch before the final attack .

71) HIGHLY inconvenient death pose for grantaire . Kinda sat on the barricade and his coat mustve caught as he slid down cause itbwas basically halfway off up his arms as he kinda hung from a plank or something LMFOAAOAO

72) javert looking genuinely quite distressed over gavroche's body which is crazy mane fuck off jordan with your expressions

73) thenardier playing with the body's arm kinda shaking it after first verse of Dog Eat Dog. Harsh on "kill" in Where they kill for the bones in the street. Where tomarsier steps on marius' arse like a stool during the song's climax luke steps over him instead

74) Javert heavy breathing when he sees Valjean in the sewers . Harsh on "talks of justice". More heavy breathing before the soliloquy. Also put his gun down and clenches his fist on "take him, valjean"

75) as with stars, inflection was typical so nothing to note. jordan's expressions were EVERYWHEEEERE during the soliloquy and i love it . Eyes bulge and eyebrows up on "flick of his knife", which was delightfully harsh. Almost worried on "vengence was his". Harsh on "debt" in debt of a thief, almost shout on "damned" in damned if i yield. Arms out on "i am the law". Harsh on "valjean" and "or" but sings "Javert". 2nd verse hes CLUTCHING that parapet which was crazyyyy this man is going mental for SURE. Desperate "to hold dominion" and "it was his right". Growled "can this man". VERY strong "reprieved" by the way, holy shit. Desperate as usual on "and must i now begin to doubt". Points to the sky on "heaven" In is he from heaven or from hell. Yells "killed me" in This man has killed me. Shaky, almost sobbing breaths as he steps onto the bridge. Growls "jean valjean". Additional note, i noticed it looked as if he was muttering to himself a little towards the end before the lights fade to black . Which like , mane fuck of whagever bro

76) Very nice limp on Marius. Weird comment i just liked it. Thank god post barricade marius limp

77) Quick start on "theres a grief". Small, humourless laugh after "talked of revolution". Held "tomorrow" in Tomorrow never came for a bit longer than usual. He hit that shit on the first crescendo though HOLY moly, what a voice . Harsh on "faces" and "shadows", VERY angry on "don't ask me", and remains harsh on "what your sacrifice was for".

78) He Does wipe his tears! (Cosette entrance). (Bonus note from mossy hi: marius tries to sit down, cosette attempts to help him but he refuses and struggles to continue instead) Also for thst whole scene he was kinda facing away from cosette with a very upset expression which made me ughhhhhh:-((((. Seemed better when he looked back at cosette though YAY

79) valjean kinda hunched as he walks off after the confession. Tiny inconsequential note but i liked it

80) i love watching the ensemble for this scene SO much its so good . Tom hext with his wild hair gelled back is great, obviously And apparently was staring at thenardier's arse for most of it . Generally just a fun watch the whole scene i highly recommend

81) marius pulls thenardier by the shoulder when he tells him to go away lmfao. Also there was a dude in the back clapping when he punched thenardier and is like "whaat?" when nobody else claps with him LMFAO

82) Luke does his usual coy wave @ the lord at the start of beggars at the feast

83) i really recommend looking at everyone dancing offstage at the end of beggars - harry did a little hip wiggle dance . A few do variations of a conga line dance . Djavan"s servant character usually kicks his legs up as he wheels the table offstage . SO much fun (additional nlte: djavan's character in that scene in my top 3 ensemble characters)

84) gentle yet gorgeous climb from milan for the Epilogue . Nods on "Bring. Me. Home" URGHHHHHHH....... AND he rests his face in cosette's hair and doesnt move until "i'll obey". Nods at cosette on "i will try" who nods back. MANE FJCK OFF

85) very cozy hug between valjean and the bishop . Faces in shoulders and everything . AS USUAL HARMONY ATTHE END INSAAAAANE they are, as i wrote on my notebook, nut-busting

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luffyvace · 1 year ago

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Luffy x black reader♡

not a request or from my list i just wanted to do more luffy/ace and one piece content since it’s is what this acc mains:)

more of luffy and ace will come sooner or later so enjoy loves<3

not gonna specify gender bc there’s more for fem black reader i believe so i’ll leave up to you as to who you are☀︎

obviously luffy’s seen black people before

and i say that bc it’s not like in some anime’s where all the background characters are pale

some are tan, black, pale, whatever!

i like the diversity in one piece :)

anyway so yeah we’re starting with the hair

he likes the texture of it and will subconsciously play with your hair a lot

i feel like he does the same to usopp

your hair may or may not be longer than his tho

whoever has longer hair when he stretches it out is who’s hair he plays with more

you and usopp def relate and make inside jokes

he says “boing boing boing” while pulling on your hair and watching the recoil/shrinkage

LOLL

there’s a lot more males in one piece and the black ones usually have they’re hair in fro’s

especially since majority are pirates

but when he sees you braid your hair he thinks it’s cool and asks you to do the same to his

and you do but you tell him and won’t be the same

you explain that it’s a protective style that-

whats that? 🤨

he doesn’t get it 😐

🧍‍♀️

nevermind luffy..

likes to take baths with you and wash your hair for you

honestly he likes the whole process of you taking care of your hair

like the drying, the boing, what it looks like when it’s wet

everything

as far as AAVE

you either talk to usopp or loose your mind trying to explain it to him 😭

you and usopp could have a whole conversation and NO ONE is able to “decode” what your talking about

”what language is that?? what are you talking about?”

”are you hiding secrets?” teach me i wanna know!!”

if you do bother to try

after explaining all he says is ‘i don’t get it’

‘so you created your own language??”

”you know what luffy..yeah, that’s the best i can explain it to you anyway”

if y’all come across an adventure where a code needs to be cracked he’s gonna assume you know it 🤷‍♀️

YOUR FITS BE FIRE🔥🔥

but usopp gets it better than he does 😔

the rest of the crew too duh

but luffy…

my boy just don’t care about who’s wearing what and WHY

he doesn’t see a fancy rich lady because she’s wearing expensive clothes

he sees a lady.

likewise when he sees you, he sees…….YOU

duh..🤦‍♀️

sooo..yeah kinda disappointing 😭

at least you have usopp tho 🗣🗣

which reminds me to quickly mention if your chubby he pays it no mind

unless it’s affecting your mental health, then he does everything in his power to make you laugh

now i know he called alvida fat at first, BUT i feel if luffy likes you he’s less likely to insult you

usopp nose don’t count

due to that i’ll say he wouldn’t call you any mean names if you are chubby

in the same way he won’t mention or compliment you if you have curves/abs

even if you worked hard for them 😞

also thinks you rival sanji when it comes to cooking and seasonings

for the sake of the headcanons let’s say you can cook if you can’t

“MMMM _____ THIS IS SOO GOOD!!”

”YUMMYYYYY!!”

”did sanji teach you how to cook?! this is delicious!!”

TEACH HIM THE WORD BUSSIN/BANGIN IT’D BE SO FUNNY

”MMM ______ THIS MEAT BUSSIN!!”

IMAGINE THAT IN LUFFY’S VOICE

anyway🧍‍♀️

your mac and cheese>>🤤

sanji is certainly impressed by such skills

even more so when you say it’s been passed down through generations

he’s kind enough to let you prepare some dishes even!

only down slide is..now you have to cook for luffy

you and sanji gotta 2v1 this man in the middle of the night to keep him from raiding the fridge 😞😒

and you best bet this man will go back and forth between begging you and sanji to cook for him

depending on what type of person you are you’ll do it or not

and he’s STILL rushing you even when your BOTH working on cooking

ain’t fast enough 😐

my mans needs the food right in front of him 😭🤦‍♀️

you tell him all about your culture and he listens well and wants to try some stuff

he might want to try head wraps, food (obviously) and dances the most

you can tell he’s genuinely interested and it makes you happy

also another thing about your hair is he describes it as ticklish

”ticklish? luffy?”

“yeah! because when we go to sleep or cuddle and you turn around, your hair tickles my nose and i sneeze!”

😭😭

also wonders why your hair and skin is oily

will swipe some off your nose and rub it between his fingers

BRO PLEASE

after you explain to him that that’s naturally how you are and it’s to keep your hair and skin from going dry he’s like “oooooh.”

doesn’t question it much after that

two more things about the AAVE

one, after he hears you call your “language” AAVE he asks what it stands for/means and when you tell him

“it stands for ‘African American Vernacular English’ Luffy, basically it means how black people talk.”

OHHHHH HE THINKS HE GETS IT NOW!!

omg finally?!?!

that took so long but whatever 😭

”so is that why you talk like that?”

”i should slap the taste outta your mouth” 😒

”WHAT?! that’s sounds like it’ll hurt!! don’t do that _____ i won’t be able to taste food anymore!!” ☹️

your conversations consist of :

”WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?! I DON’T GET IT?! EXPLAIN!!”

“JUST FORGET IT!!”

have fun explaining your every sentence to this man :)

yippie i finally did more luffy hcs! i’ve been wanting to for a long time but worked on other drafts instead and never got around to it. anyway, hopefully you enjoyed loves!! <3

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okay last one monsieur sabé ,,, but a long one !!! 🪛

shoko setsuko ;; royal au, 🤝, 🌙, 🦅 !!!

suguru setsuko ;; cosmic deity au, 🤝, 🌹, 🥀 !!!

satoru setsuko ;; arranged marriage au, 🐱, 🧸, 🕊 !!!

sashisuse ;; 🧸, 🕊, 🌑, 🌹 !!!

whew… 🪛 anon… thank you but i’m going a bit crazy over here. OKAY. LAST ROUND. LET’S KNOCK EM OUT.

shotsuko

royal au; setsuko is the princess and she’s in love with the royal doctor. NEXT 🗣

🤝; how did they meet in the first place? what was their first impression of each other?

on the first day of school at jujutsu tech! formal greetings and whatnot. setsuko thinks shoko is one of the prettiest people ever and is so thrilled about the concept of her being a healer. shoko is hella intimidated by setsuko because she’s so damn pretty 😭 shoko i know what you are…….. also intimidated because setsuko’s technique is TERRIFYING.

🌙; who has to force the other into having healthy sleeping habits? how well does that go for em?

um both of them technically but it’s mostly setsuko forcing shoko to sleep. setsuko traps her in an iron grip and forces her to stay in the bed and sleep. laugh out loud. they’re so cute 😭

🦅; okay in the au where it’s JUST shotsuko… suguru, first off, is the BIGGEST hype man in this case. he’s so excited for his best friend and her ginormous crush on shoko. he pushes them together. satoru is a little oblivious but once he catches on he’s also on the shotsuko train!!

sugutsuko

cosmic deity au; oh setsuko is the sun, suguru is the moon. forever loving from afar but never being able to fully love each other. (going to eat drywall.)

🤝; AGHDHDJKDKFKFJF!!! here’s the excerpt

The day they moved in, Setsuko spotted a gloomy looking boy her age next door, watching her. She mustered a smile and waved at him. He seemed shocked at first, but he smiled and waved back. She doesn't think she would ever regret waving at him, no matter where they ended up twenty years from then. He was the first friend she ever made, and the only one she ever made in that chilly town. Setsuko met him again for the second time as she worked to clean the windows around the house. She saw him and smiled again. "Hello. I'm Tsuyuri Setsuko."

"Geto Suguru," the boy said. He stared at her for a moment then asked, "Would you like to have some tea?"

🌹; is their relationship healthy, or more unhealthy/complicated?

you know. it’s actually really healthy all things considered. it’s complicated for sure. but definitely healthy!

🥀; favorite thing about your ship?

how, no matter the universe, suguru and setsuko love each other so deeply, wholly, and completely. no matter if it’s platonic or romantic. it doesn’t matter. they love each other.

satotsuko

arranged marriage au; I HAVE A WHOLE THING BASED OFF OF THIS ACTUALLY!! crown prince satoru is about to become king. he’s arranged to a marriage with princess setsuko from a country across the ocean. they have their first meeting as a replica from the garden scene in queen charlotte when she meets george for the first time.

“i am a lady in distress 🤨 you will not help a lady in distress????” “not when she’s trying to climb over the garden wall to avoid marrying me” “😦😦😦”

🐱; do they have pet names for each other, if so what are they? how does their partner feel about their pet name?

satoru has an obscene amount of pet names for setsuko, it’s kind of ridiculous. she does not mind. she also has a few.

satoru calls her: sweets, sweetheart, cookie (she hit him over that one), lovey, babe, baby, sweet girl, honey, honey pie (she pinched him), honey bear, honey bee, sweetie pie, my sweets, pretty girl, pretty love, pretty baby, tsu-tsu, the list goes ON.

setsuko calls him: my love, honey, dear, toru, baby.

🧸; would they want to have kids together? if so what are their kid(s) like? how are they as parents?

oh well technically they already are parents. but also more like parentified big siblings…???? they raised salma, megumi, and tsumiki together. they’re great at it. setsuko more so than satoru. she mothers very hard. they would also have biological children given the chance, but they’re not super huge on that considering they’re both like. weapons of the state 😭 they would have a bunch of daughters though. i’m sure of this.

🕊; give just a general domestic tidbit for em (things they like about each other, routines, habits, and just overall sweet stuff)

aww okay omg. setsuko loves the moments of vulnerability she gets from satoru. she’s a firm believer of wanting him to just be satoru around her. not the strongest. satoru loves that setsuko loves him for him, not because of what he can do.

sashisuse!!

🧸; would they want to have kids together? if so what are their kid(s) like? how are they as parents?

okay my absolute favorite au is where it’s sashisuse and their five kids — tsumiki, nanako, mimiko, salma, and megumi (in order of oldest to youngest!) they’re all parents. they all love their kids. they’re the best. TRUST!!!

🕊; give just a general domestic tidbit for em (things they like about each other, routines, habits, and just overall sweet stuff)

see above for satotsuko dynamic. setsuko loves her closeness with suguru and how he knows her better than she knows herself. suguru loves that setsuko can basically read his every thought and always knows what he needs. setsuko loves how carefree she can be with shoko. shoko loves how she’s allowed to have the weight lifted off her shoulders with setsuko.

🌑; what was the canon character’s first impression of them, and what do they think of them now?

suguru: thought setsuko was very intriguing as his new next door neighbor. thought she was very sweet and kind. now he loves her so dearly. so wholly and completely and RRRGHHH

shoko: see above. was intimidated at first but grew to love setsuko and her silliness as a teen. loves her dearly to this day.

satoru: oh my god they annoyed each other so bad. satoru thought she was kinda dumb. and then she wore a digimon shirt and he was like ‘oh you like digimon??? tell me the ENTIRE LORE YOU FAKE FAN’ now loves setsuko dearly. unsurprising. she is basically the only person who can rein him in.

🌹; is their relationship healthy, or more unhealthy/complicated?

the healthiest and most loving dynamic you’ve ever seen.

#🪛 anon #sashisuse my beloveds #sashisuse #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #setsuko tsuyuri (oc)#gojo satoru x oc #geto suguru x oc #shoko ieiri x oc #oc x canon

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