#SF Ed

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[luvlyycy]

twin😋 we need to see Ed's cultural shock when he goes clubbing in america, it's 2000s night at the club, with his chubby reader. She's shaking her hips and twerking in the crowd of people and Ed can't help but to stare. Imagine if Ed has a problem with the idiot standing next to her bc he grabs her hips. I wanna see some bump and grind in the club😋

Bonus points if reader is wearing low rise pants/skirt and a thong. extra bonus points if reader has hipdips. (i fucking love hipdips) you get a brownie point if the thong song starts playing😋😋🫶🏼

DID I GET ALL THE POINTS??? ALSO I LOVE U FOR THIS IDEA THANKKSKSSSS RRRRAAGGGGG (theres no explicit smut in this but its vv suggestive i also recommend listening to the songs featured in the fic when they play cus it works lmao) enjoyyyy <3

Ed stifles a tiny yelp, his arm around your waist as he watches many individuals grind against each other in what seems like dancing, multiple girls bumping into his broad chest.

"are they all like this?" he yells over the bumping music, still astonished by your clothes, you giggle into him and nod yes as his finger dips underneath the thong peaking through your skirt. Ed makes a shocked face before laughing due to nervousness, he looks up again at all the people noticing the 2000's theme.

he finally realizes why you had him dress this way— white tanktop with black wings drawn on the back, along with baggy jeans, simple black bracelets adorning his wrists, silver chain around his neck.

the song 'peaches and cream' slowly coming to an end, fading into the next track on the songlist.

"....this song right here, is lettin' all the ladies know what guys talk about." the singer begins in the song, and Ed watches your face light up, handing your drink to him.

"this is my fucking song, Ed !!" you excitedly cheer, running onto the dance floor— putting a considerable amount of stress into Ed's soul because he thought your skirt was gonna ride up too high over your ass.

he stares at your body as you lift your arms in the air, swaying your hips to the bump of the beat, girls beside you cheering you on. he's quite literally in a trance, watching the soft bounce of your belly and the dips on your hips practically making hearts in his eyes.

you're even singing along with the song, "lemme see that thooonnngg !!! —" you yell a little more than you sing, back arching so you shake your plump ass, multiple girls mimicking slapping it.

what is with america? are all girls like this? what kinda club is this? he frowns when he notices all the guys looking at you, your sparkly lip gloss glistening in all the bright lights. you turn to him and call him on the dance floor, but he psyches himself out as he looks where you are—

men and women grinding against each other as if they were horny teenagers, all dressed with the same theme as well. he softly shakes his head 'no', he wasn't much of a dancer anyway. you tilt your head in confusion but continue to dance your heart out.

suddenly, a random guy wraps his hands around your waist, sliding against your soft tummy, resting on your hips. you turn back, expecting to see your boyfriend— seeing a mediocre man compared to who you belonged to. he smiles politely as he begins to dance along with you, hips rolling into your behind to the song. Ed's face contorts with anger as he slams both of your drinks onto the counter, non-alcoholic unlike the stupid asshat in front of him.

Ed stomps over, upper lip twitching upward similar to Balrog when he gets angry. he places his hand flat on the guy's shoulder, causing him to jump— Ed leans closer, head tilting upwards as he looks down at the brown-haired idiot.

"fuck ya doin', hah? can't keep your greasy hands to yourself?" he's close enough to where he doesn't have to raise his voice too much so the guy can hear him. he listens to the guy stutter, hands immediately being thrown up in surrender, "i-i didn't see you, man. i swear!" Ed lets out a soft 'tch' before just simply pushing the dude back, causing him to stumble into his friends— eyes softening as he looks back at you.

you look up at him, smiling before giggling out, "what a weirdo, right?" you lean closer so he can hear you— "yeah, he's an asshole for sure." .

suddenly, the song switches— beat slow as it starts out, "....welcome to my sex room...." Ed laughs at the audacity of the lyrics before you begin to grind on him to the slow beat, his hands flying to your hips— carressing the way your skin dips.

you turn around and grind your ass on his crotch, back arching as you place your hands on your knees— ass swaying side to side. Ed licks his teeth as he grinds into you as well, hand running down your back as he leans backwards to get a better view of you— his other hand dipping underneath your showing thong.

man, you gotta take him to more clubs.

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Ed's Outfit 1 and Outfit 2

Soo...what kicked this off was me looking at Ed's outfits and relating them to real boxers and trainers. I've just been passively watching boxing videos and noting the stylistic choices Capcom decided to use for Ed and Balrog. And how some things so minor to Ed can still be used as a way to show character growth.

This little rant is going to be focused on Outfit 2 and a little on Outfit 1. Not so much so Outfit 3.

The first major thing I noticed was his Red Gloves in Outfit 2 and I originally thought they were the ones with the velcro strap that most Boxers today use. But they're actually the lace-up ones, that a lot of old-school boxers use.

Lace-up gloves usually require the help of another person. This is usually fine in a gym or before a fight, but it can be a pain when training alone. They’re slower to put on and take off, so they are not ideal for shorter bursts of training.

The lace ends can cut opponents, so the gloves are usually taped up at the wrist before a fight.

Glove tape is intended to prevent scratches, scrapes, and cuts from loose laces or velcro. It secures the lace or velcro in place, ensuring the gloves stay in place for the duration of the match. Lastly, glove tape offers an extra level of wrist support.

Storywise, I believe Balrog would've laced them up for Ed and taped down the laces every time Ed would've put this outfit on.

And you can see it in this shot of his gloves.

Another interesting detail about his gloves that Capcom included was the NS on the tape.

Of course In-Game it's meant to represent NeoShadaloo. But there's a purpose for signing the tape in Real life.

In boxing, this is done to ensure that the hand wraps are not tampered with after being inspected. And it has to be approved by a boxing official. The official’s signature on a boxer's tape confirms that the wraps comply with regulations and haven’t been altered to provide an unfair advantage or added protection.

This has to be done when they're in the room or else they'll make the boxers do it all over again.

I can imagine the officials being on Ed's ass about this when the news broke out that he was training under Balrog. Moreso, not to lead to any foul play.

I'm not going to go too in-depth about the boxing Ed uses but know that because he doesn't have any formal padding in his Outfit 1, his fighting is considered bare-knuckles.

Bare-knuckle fighting today is growing popular in the underground scene.

And since Ed isn't hanging around Balrog like he used to, he probably opted to just use his wraps as the only form of protection for his hands.

ps. But boxers in the ring still wrap their hands before putting them in gloves to prevent any injuries to their hands.

Of course, in Ed's Outfit 1 he's dawning on some Boxing boots, but I can't say the same for his Outfit 2.

Most boxing boots are lightweight and they have a flat bottom to help boxers pivot and rotate, for technical movements. 

But for day-to-day training, the tread at the bottom of the shoe gets worn down fairly quickly and boxers burn through multiple pairs within a year.

The only downside to them is that they are pretty expensive so most boxers would save them until they step into the ring.

And although they have a high top, the shoes don’t provide a lot of support for the ankles. 

And since Ed doesn’t burn through many pairs of clothing like he used to in SFV, it seems reasonable that he would have a couple of official boxing shoes other than the ones shown in Outfit 1.

Another common shoe that boxers like to train in is Basketball shoes. 

Most boxing shoes that have a low top, still have a flat bottom and in the pictures above, it looks to be thicker. 

Like I mentioned before in SFV, Ed grew up relatively fast and he mentioned in his arcade mode how he kept growing into a new set of clothes every month.

Personally, I don’t think Balrog would’ve gotten Ed any official boxing gear until he settled into his own body. So basketball shoes are the way to go. 

It’s also good for newer boxers because of the density and weight. They typically protect the ankles, the bottom of your foot, and the sides a lot more than a boxing boot would. 

For someone starting off in boxing like Ed, getting the ability that he needs on his ankles, being able to move well without the fear of injury, and the bonus of moving around and performing fast, rapid movements, when he changes it out for a boxing boot, theoretically he would’ve been able to move quicker. 

And with Ed’s playstyle, he's seen to be pretty light on his feet. 

Wearing compression pants can help people check their form and correct things that don’t look right. Like if their knees are buckling, or if the athletes are staying upright, etc. 

Performance: Compression pants are specifically designed for athletic activities. They provide a higher level of pressure to the legs, which can help improve blood flow and reduce muscle fatigue.

Recovery: These pants can aid in faster recovery by reducing inflammation and assisting the lymphatic system in draining lactic acid built up from exercise.

Support: They offer more support and stability, which can help with balance and proprioception during a workout.

Overall a good piece to add to one’s collection for working out.

Boxing-wise, there isn't really much to say about the other pieces of clothing in his Outfit 1 and Outfit 2.

And if it wasn't obvious, Ed's Outfit 2 was a redesign of his SFV outfit. This also seems to be an outfit one would use to train in the gym with, rather than in the ring.

Mostly because of the regulations of wearing a shirt and compression pants.

Ed did mention in the Official SF6 news that he did want to look like Balrog and how much Ed idolizes him, so I thought that was cute.

And that's what mostly inspired me to drop this as I'm currently stressing about my clinicals to start. haha. Don't procrastinate kids. Time to disappear again!

Also, I was supposed to do one with Bosch specifically, but I can't really get behind his VA defending a gRapist.

How to wrap hands in boxing: Everything you need to know on how to wrap hands | DAZN News US

What is the purpose of pro boxers writing on their handwraps? - Poe

What is written on the taped-up hands of mma fighters and why? - initials gauze | Ask MetaFilter

[ml-goggles]

He's just a little pupper who misses his papa Balrog so very much.

[icedlava1]

SF Ed [Ft. Falke + EdLuke] Sketches. I’ve been having a lot of Ed brainrot lately chdkhckdnc

[hero-in-high-tops]

he's just a little hater

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

THIS IS SO FCKINHG FUNNY OMG😭❤️ I luv this

might do his third outfit soon!!

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

First kiss hcs of Ed, Bosch, Jamie and Luke??? 👀 Pretty plz with a cherry on top?

👀hehehe of course

Ed

He was on an adrenaline high after you and him stomped out some Shadaloo trash, who'd been tailing you two for days.

Thinking they had the upper hand, they tried to corner you two in an alleyway.

Obviously, they're not the type to listen to reason, so he'll let his fist do all the talking.

But one of those thugs was quick enough to hook him in the mouth, splattering blood over the left side of his face.

That was cute, Ed had to admit, but that didn't stop him from knocking them out cold with a brutal right cross.

After the dust settled down, you noticed his split lip, so you tried to wipe the blood away with your thumb.

But Ed grabbed your hand just before you could touch his face.

The adrenaline mixed with his possessiveness led to an unexpected situation between you two.

And without a second thought, Ed pulled you into a needy kiss.

You can taste the iron on your tongue as he wraps his arms around you, feeling the desperation on his lips.

Although you were the one who broke the kiss, Ed was the one who leaned in for more.

Bosch

Your first kiss happened when you forgot to bring your lunch to the gym, so you did the only reasonable thing and sulked face down on the mats.

Noticing your…predicament, Bosch asked why you looked so distraught.

You told him how you packed a 5-star culinary meal, only for you to leave it at home.

He rolled his eyes, holding out a container. "Here, and don't expect this to be an everyday thing."

You pushed yourself up, sitting cross-legged as you took the container from him. "What is it?" you asked.

Bosch said he knew you would forget to bring your lunch again, so he prepared one for you in advance, which made you stare at him.

"What?" he said.

"You're more domestic than I imagined."

"Just take your food." He shot back, feeling the warmth creeping up his neck. Great, now he's starting to feel embarrassed.

Unable to resist his cute face, you leaned in and gave him a short, sweet kiss as a thank you.

Bosch stiffened under your gesture, but eventually relaxed once you pulled away.

He lightly ran his fingers across his lips, trying to feel the sensation again.

But as you were about to join the others, you felt a slight tug on the back of your shirt.

"Hey," he muttered, eyes meeting yours. "Don't forget to thank me properly later."

Jamie

Your first kiss with Jamie happened when he was drunk.

He can be quite affectionate after a couple of rounds and tends to cling to you when you try to leave.

So it wasn't surprising that he wrapped you in his arms during a night out on the rooftops of Chinatown.

He smothered you to the point where you had to physically remove him despite his whines.

And when you thought that was the end of it, Jamie had you pinned to the floor faster than you could blink.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said in a drunken stupor.

He laughed, watching as you struggled against him.

Aw, don't look at him like that, it'll make him feel bad.

But Jamie knew just the thing to cheer you up.

His loose hair tickled your face as he leaned closer to you.

And although he was drunk, he was a functioning drunk. So he wasn't too sloppy in his movements as he gave you a kiss.

Jamie nipped at your lips impatiently, wanting to taste more of you.

And when he pulled back, he got a good look at your flustered face.

His grip loosened around you, which gave you enough time to try and wiggle out.

"You wanna leave so soon?... We barely even started."

Luke

Luke isn't the type of guy to shy away from affection.

In fact, he encourages you to give him more.

He likes to give you a lot of cheek pecks even before your first official kiss.

It happened when you had a movie night at his house.

You both ate sugary treats and buttery popcorn until your stomach hurt from the amount of food you two were eating.

He always invited you to his home to do random activities: like playing video games or setting up his new computer equipment.

After a while, you rest your head on his chest and snuggled closer to him under the covers.

You like feeling how warm he was and hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Luke grinned, seeing how cute your tired face was, and pulled the blanket over your shoulders.

He asked if you wanted to clock out for the rest of the night but you groaned, saying how you wanted to finish the movie.

He gave you a peck on your lips, "It's okay. The movie will still be here when you wake up."

The kiss was light and gentle.

And his lips were softer than you expected.

"Your lips are soft..." you said, before dozing off.

Luke laughed at your remark and engulfed your body in a tight hug.

[rainbowxspooky]

How to teach a dumbass billiards 101

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guess who wrote another street fighter fic at 3:00am? :3 anywho this fic's gonna be a littleeee different since i stepped out of my comfort zone this time and did an actual story! [ngl i feel like sm things could've been better- BUT HEYYY WE'RE GETTING THERE] also in case it wasn't clear...ed x rashid cause why not :3 plus it's one of my favorite ships😁 but ye enough talk! hope you guys enjoy this one!

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It was a late night in Metro City, the sky was pitch black with small balls of light shining in the void. Most people don’t go out and about in Metro City, unless you're one of those partygoers or a part of some gang…or you're one of the two people who seem to be complete opposites, those two were none other than Ed and Rashid. The two street fighters were hanging out at some arcade. The arcade itself wasn’t too bad; it was just really flashy with some of its decor and games. The whole place had an obnoxious club vibe with all the neon and people around…or at least that’s what Ed thought. He kept on mumbling about how much the colors were in his words “a damn eyesore”, Rashid brushed off Ed’s pessimism and told him to “give the place a chance”. Rashid said he found it a while back thanks to one of his viewers. Or at least, that’s what the boxer had heard, to be honest…ed wasn’t paying much attention to the bubbly streamer, instead he had his mind set on how much he REALLY didn’t want to be here right now…oh, and the billiard game he had in front of him. The blonde wouldn’t be here right now if it weren’t for his dumbass streamer friend. At first, the two spent most of their time messing with a few of the arcade games, but after a while, it got kinda boring to the boxer. The two were currently stuck at some claw machine that may or may not have been a scam. As Rashid was stuck on getting the lopsided stuffed animal (Ed couldn’t tell what the damned thing looked like…maybe some twisted version of a bear). After a few tries the blonde couldn’t help but find himself bored and unamused at the endless attempts Rashid made. “You sure you don’t wanna quit or somethin’?..” Ed spoke up as he failed to sound less annoyed than he already was. Rashid must have not noticed Ed’s tone, because he soon responded with a small “nuh uh” under his breath. “I can’t quit now! If I do…someone’s going to take away the lil’ guy”. Ed rolled his eyes, he couldn’t believe this idiot would rather spend his time getting some messed up thing than wasting his time on arcade games…WITH HIM!!!

Ed sighed as he watched the streamer gain more failed attempts, however, his eyes would soon land on something else that would pick up his interest…

A lone pool table, standing across the other eye-sore machines, seemed to be in good shape, better than the one he has back at the neo shadaloo base. Ed looked back at Rashid…then at the pool table, surely Rashid wouldn’t mind if he ditched him for a few rounds, right? “M’ headin’ off, have fun with…whatever the fuck that is,” Rashid gave Ed a small “mhm” as he focused on getting the “toy”. 

Ed left the idiot to his devices and went over to the pool table to properly set it up, he made sure the balls were stuck together in the rack, then when he was confident that the balls were clumped together, took out the rack, afterwards he placed the cue ball right below the cluster of balls. The thing left to do was to get a cue stick, which wasn’t hard for the edgy blonde to pick out. Ed made his way to the middle and got in stance, he leaned in close, positioned the stick at the cue ball with precision, took extra time planning out the shot in his head, and…

.    .    !

Made his shot, making all the balls scattered around the table. He then made his way to where the cue ball was to make another shot, as the boxer shot the balls into the pockets, his mind was on something else…or rather someone else. 

Ed didn’t know why Rashid suddenly popped into his head this time…or the many other times before that. It’s not like he had a crush, hell no, far from it. That shit sounds ridiculous, the lone boxer and some over the top streamer…together…the thought made Ed let out a small “tch” as he hit another ball into the pocket. The more Ed gave in to the idea of him and Rashid being a thing, the more he denied it. There was just no way someone as friendly and charismatic as Rashid could get together with some jackass like him, it was just impossible.

But now wasn’t the time to think about stupid thoughts like that, right now he had a game to focus on. Ed leaned in just a little bit to hit this last ball, all he had to do was time the shot just right and he would be able to- 

“Whatcha doing? :3” The streamer’s voice caught Ed off guard, making him miss the cue ball by an inch. He honestly didn’t hear Rashid coming near him, the little shithead made him jump a bit… “Tch, you made me miss my shot, dumbass…” Ed grumbled under his breath as he readjusted his stance. “My bad, i just wanted to see how your little game was going” Rashid chuckled a bit as he made his way next to his blonde comrade who was focused on the game. “T’ was fine till your ass made me miss” Ed shot back at his “friend” as he managed to shoot the 8-ball into the pocket, finishing the first round. “Awww, are you that salty over your shot?” Rashid teased lightly, making Ed roll his eyes as he set up the next game. 

As Rashid watched, he decided to humor his boxer friend with an interesting question. “Could…you maybe teach me how to play?”. This made Ed freeze, he knew Rashid was probably messing with him…unless-

“What happened to getting that thing you wanted earlier?” Ed questioned the brunette as he racked all the balls. “Eh..I gave up, plus that stuffed pal wasn’t worth it…even though it was super adorable.” Rashid smirked at his clever sarcasm. Ed gave Rashid his signature deadpan face as he took away the rack, “You and I both know that thing looked hideous as shit.” Ed sighed as he placed the cue ball. “Well…” Rashid paused, making the blonde turn his attention towards him “I still wanna learn how to play, that is…if you’ll do the honors of teaching me?” Rashid gave Ed a pleading smile. Ed gave the idea some thought, on one hand, he could totally tell the dumbass to fuck off and play one of the DDR machines he saw earlier…on the other hand, he couldn’t help but shake off what could happen if he missed his chance to get closer to the idiot. After some back and forth, Ed let out a small sigh and handed him the cue stick, “Y’ better be serious about what you said”  Ed pushed the cue stick into Rashid’s hands, making the brunette chuckle. “Don’t worry…i’m being 100% serious here, i promise I’ll be a good student” Rashid gave the blonde his classic wink, ‘cute.’ Ed thought, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from giving Rashid a hard time. “Hmph…we’ll see” Ed mumbled as he guided Rashid to the center of the table.

“M’ kay, the main goal is to get all the balls in those holes” Ed points to the pockets, “you wanna save the 8-ball for last tho”. Rashid nods and tries to get in the stance Ed was in earlier, ”So if I hit the 8-ball early on in the game…it’s over, right?”. Ed nods as he watches Rashid carefully “Mhm, you wanna make your shots count each time you play” Ed smirks “So don’t screw up, dumbass”. Rashid playfully rolls his eyes as he tries to fix his aim, he goes for the shot and…

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He misses!  “Ahaha…whoops!” Rashid tries to laugh at his garbage shot, Ed lets out a small sigh “Tch…didn’t like that lameass shot you made.”  Rashid rolled his eyes a bit and he got in stance again “Oh come on dude! Cut me some slack!!” Ed shook his head and gave the brunette his deadpan face “Just don’t pull that stunt again. I’m supposed to be teachin’ you so don’t think I’ll go easy on you” Rashid doesn’t take Ed’s warning seriously as he takes his time with the stance. This time, he hits the cue ball! But his stance ends up being off by the end. As the game continued, Rashid managed to screw up almost every shot he missed, whether that’d be thanks to his stance or aim or overall knowledge of the game, Ed being the awesome teacher he is, calls Rashid out on his mistake…kinda brutally. But despite Ed telling Rashid that “his stance is throwing off his aim” or “an infant could make better shots than you” he still tried his best to help the streamer out and even gave him tips that helped Rashid improve. Slowly, Rashid gets better at the game, he doesn’t become a pro but he does end up being better than he was before, Ed would give Rashid a nod or an approving “hmph” each time he made a shot. Ed still thought that Rashid kinda sucked, but that didn’t matter to him right now…what mattered was that he was spending some time with someone he…tolerated. 😏 

At last…Rashid finally makes it to the last ball…the 8-ball. Rashid takes a breath as he leaned in and got in stance, Ed watches from the side, taking notes in his mind as he sees Rashid land this last shot.

.  .  .

Or tries too, Ed can see Rashid is still having some trouble with his stance. After a bit, the blonde sighs and decides to give his idiot a hand, “keep this up and you’re gonna make a fool outta yourself…and i’ll laugh my ass off if you do” Ed comes up behind the streamer. Rashid pays no attention to this and continues to aim, “Oh shush…i almost got this one, trust me”. As Rashid struggles more, Ed rolls his eyes and decides to step in. “Mhm..sure you do…” Ed leans onto Rashid’s frame and helps him get into the correct stance. The brunette froze as he felt Ed’s chest against his back and his cold hands run through his arms, gently guiding them in place. The cold hands (and closeness)  gave Rashid chills, Ed just chuckles against him as stays close to Rashid  “Y’ should really lean in more…you’d have less trouble with your shots if you do” Ed backs away from Rashid and gives him some space. This…left Rashid in a blushing state, the poor streamer didn’t know how to respond to that. Rashid always had a small crush on Ed but this intensified it by like…100% percent! Rashid took a breath and focused on his shot…sure he always found Ed to be…cute. Like when he’s pissed off, or when he’s fighting off a group of thugs, or even when he’s rambling about that trading card series he likes. Despite their personalities clashing with each other, Rashid always liked Ed for how different he was…There was a lot of things Rashid liked about Ed, his strength, his looks, his drive, his bare chest- 

Rashid glanced back at Ed, then back at the pool table, should he really throw the game just because Ed threw him off? 

.   .   .

Rashid sighed, oh well he thought, he never really cared about the game anyway.

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He just wanted to spend time with someone he liked.

Ed just stared at Rashid as he “missed” his shot, being slightly pissed at his efforts to teach going to waste. He marched up to the streamer and poked his chest, “Th’ hell was that for?! You could’ve made the shot ya dunce.” Rashid just laughed off his failures like it was nothing

.  .  .

He always found it kinda hot when Ed was pissed off…

“Hey, um..” Rashid leans in close enough to Ed's face, giving him a small hint on what he was gonna do next. Ed was completely oblivious to what Rashid was doing, glaring at him as he felt his face heat up, “Tch…th’ hell you think you’re doin’?”. Rashid wasted no time giving Ed a small kiss on the cheek, even though the kiss itself was small, it still made the blonde freeze up and…not punch Rashid in the face. After what felt like forever, Rashid stepped back and let out a soft chuckle, giving Ed a soft gaze “I just…wanted to thank you…for teaching me how to play”. Ed was…speechless to say the least, he didn’t think Rashid would have the balls to get this close to him…or kiss him. “Th’ was…kinda random, not gonna lie…but…” Ed could barely get his sentence out as he felt breathless. He wanted to at least get back at Rashid for catching him off guard, so without warning, he leaned in close to Rashid’s face and enveloped his mouth in a slow kiss. Rashid could feel his face heat up more as he slowly eased into the kiss. After a few seconds, Ed broke the kiss and glanced at Rashid’s face.

Yeah, That kiss was kinda shit, Ed thought to himself as he cringed at what he did, in his defense, he doesn’t get a lot of experience. But judging by the streamer’s expression, that didn’t seem to matter one bit. 

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‘Heh…cute’ he thought, Rashid looked so cute…and out of his mind, just how he pictured, “but yea, your welcome…dumbass” Ed smirked at the brunette with a soft look in his eyes. Rashid just stared at Ed and laughed “Aha…so does this mean you like me?”. Ed froze…that’s what that idiot picked up from this?! How stupid was he…of course he liked him!!!

“Th’ fuck you think?” Rashid chuckled at Ed’s bark, “I think I did a good job catching you off guard” This got a laugh out of Ed, “Like hell you did…ya got lucky Rashid” The brunette wrapped his arm around Ed’s and led him away from the pool table. As the two walked away, Ed spoke up “So what now?” Rashid just shrugged “I dunno…anything really..as long I’m with you” Rashid playfully bumped into Ed. “Tch…that was cheesy.” Ed bumped Rashid back and smirked.

He didn’t want to be here in the arcade, or anywhere really. But as long as he had Rashid with him…he was okay with doing whatever.

[smirkingcat]

Ed

[socte-blue]

Travis Phelps seems like the type of guy who either is aBSOLUTELY helping you bury the body and lying about an alibi, or who would call the cops when you “trespass” in a park

[hero-in-high-tops]

So no Ed until 2024?

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Can you please write some jealousy hcs for sf6 Luke, Ed, Jamie and Bosch? If you want to do different characters that's ok or if they are too many you can just do some. Thank you !!!

fun fact: this was originally supposed to be released 2 days ago but guess who accidentally deleted half of it. :| soo it had to be rewritten again. so sad. also I think you can tell who i like based on the length of the hcs, oops

Luke

For the most part, Luke's a pretty chill guy so things don't bother him as much as they used to when he was younger.

He's glad to see you expand your horizons and meet new people along the way, especially finding new masters to train under.

He wants to see how far you've come from the last time he saw you, so he asks for a quick sparring match.

And you'd exceeded his expectations!

He's happy to see you develop your own style and dominate the streets.

"Woah, you've really stepped up your game," he said, genuinely impressed.

One thing though...why do you fight like a certain drunken boxer he knows?

Oh, You're learning under Jamie? Cool. Cool.

He's smiling but you can feel the tension behind it.

Luke is definitely the type of jealous that tries to play it off in a joking manner.

"Let's just say, I've had a couple of run-ins with the guy." he forced a chuckle. "He's...something else."

"Sounds like there's more to the story."

"Maybe there is, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that you're growing into an incredible fighter, and I'm proud of you for that." He pulled you in to press a kiss on your temple.

"Thanks, Luke. That means a lot coming from you."

"Anytime," he said, reaching out to ruffle your hair playfully. "And hey, if Jamie gives you any trouble, you let me know, okay?"

"Of course." you laughed, swatting his hands away.

"Come on, let's grab something to eat. I'm starving, and I bet you could use a bite after all that."

"Sweet! But you're buying."

You're your own person and you get to decide who you want to train under, but it still nags at him from somewhere deep within.

It may sound selfish of him, but he would rather you come to him for your concerns than anyone else. In part as your Coach and boyfriend.

So when other people try to make moves on you, he's internally sizing them up as he gives them a once-over.

So even though he has a smile on his face, it never reaches his eyes.

But he won't bring it up this time since you held Jamie in such a high regard.

And he's not going to hold your hand for every decision you make, but he trusts you enough not to do anything behind his back.

He hates to admit it, but it does tick Luke off knowing that Jamie would rub it in his face in their next encounter, it's almost inevitable.

So he would have a couple of not-so-nice words for the guy the next time he sees him on the street.

Ed

Ed watched you near the gym entrance as he leaned against the heavy sliding doors. 

You were running late to your nightly meet-ups and you weren't responding to any of his messages leading up to now. 

He wouldn't have cared if something came up and you had to cancel your date with him, but you mentioned how excited you were about seeing him today that he didn't think you would've just dipped the last second. 

So he went on a whim and decided to pay the gym down the street a visit. 

And surprise, surprise, here you were. 

You were chatting with, what he could assume was your coach, in the middle of the room. 

Ed's eyes flickered at the way Luke lightly squeezed your shoulder with a certain fondness in his eyes.

Bastard. 

He didn't know if you were oblivious or dumb for not noticing, so he made himself known by stepping on the mats in your direction. 

His presence immediately drew your attention and your eyes lit up when you saw him approaching, stepping back from Luke you said, "Ed! What are you doing here?"

"You're late. We had plans, remember?"

"Oh, crap, I'm so sorry! I lost track of time and…" You sputtered an apology and some excuses that fell deaf on his ears but his attention was more focused on your chummy coach.

Ed's glare could paralyze most people with fear, but Luke observed the exchange with a curious expression.

Realizing you may be having a one-sided conversation you introduced the pair to each other.

Luke extended a hand with a friendly smile. "The name's Luke, I'm one of the coaches here at Buckler's.

"Yeah, I've heard about you." He said, not acknowledging Luke's hand, which made the former pull back.

"Ed's been teaching me a little bit of boxing on the side." You chimed in, wrapping your arms around him. 

Actually, it was a bit odd that he didn't immediately try to shake you off. But that meant his mind was somewhere else.

"You've taught them well, They're lucky to have you as a teacher." Luke replied, addressing Ed again.

"Right…" 

He shrugged the arm you were hanging onto. "You ready to head out?"

"Yeah, just let me grab my stuff real quick then we could go," you said, giving him a small peck on his cheek before heading toward the locker room, leaving the pair alone.

"Look I don't know what you're trying to play at and frankly I don't care, but it ends now." 

"Hey, man, I'm not trying to play at anything. I'm just their coach. We keep things professional here." Luke raised his hands in a placating gesture.

"Yeah? Well, you seem pretty damn friendly for just a coach." Ed scoffed, not buying it.

Luke sighed, dropping his hands. "I get it. You're protective of them, and that's fine. But you need to trust that I'm not crossing any lines."

"Trust ain't something I give out easily. And right now, nothing's telling me you deserve even a lick of it."

"Fair enough," Luke said, crossing his arms. "But you should know that Y/n's here because they want to get stronger. And I'm not going to stop coaching them because you're feeling insecure."

"Insecure? Now you're just spouting crap." Ed narrowed his eyes.

"I don't think so." Luke hummed.

You quickly reappeared from the locker room with a bag slung over your shoulder. 

"Ready!" You said cheerfully, grabbing Ed's hand. "Alright, I'll see you later, Coach!" You called over your shoulder as you dragged the boxer towards the exit.

"Take care. And keep on practicing your footwork," he gave you a small wave. 

"Oh, and Ed," Luke said with a slight edge to his tone, making Ed turn to face him, "Take your shoes off the next time you step on my mats, won't you?"

Ed scoffed, with a smirk tugging on his lips. At least, he ain't no pushover.

You glanced between the two, sensing the underlying tension but not quite catching the full meaning of Luke's remark.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing, Just gym etiquette."

Jamie

With Jamie, he doesn't get jealous as easily as other people on this list. But he definitely has his gripes from time to time.

Woah, Pulling punches during a dance battle? Didn't see that one coming.

You told him you've been learning boxing from a guy who's been hanging around the beat square subway station, at least three times a week.

He was wondering what you've been up to.

Wait, did you say three times a week? That's more than you see him.

What's up with that?

He didn't mind you picking up new skills, especially with something as badass as boxing, but he missed your late-night talks.

And now, it was basically cut in half thanks to this Ed guy.

So he thinks it's time to give him a little visit from the infamous Jamie Siu, himself.

"Ah, now I get it." Jamie playfully circled him. "You got the whole bad boy get up and everything, huh?"

Ed looked up from his phone with an unreadable expression, "You gotta problem wit' me or something?" 

"Not at all buddy. I'm just trying to see who Mooncake's been hanging out with."

You sighed, telling him that Ed is just your Boxing coach and he's teaching you how to wield Psycho Power.

Nothing more, nothing less.

After adverting the crisis that was about to break out at the station, you would give Ed a quick apology before leaving with Jamie. 

Ed shrugged, saying 'whatever' and went back to his phone. 

You would have to confront him about his attitude later on.

Even if he felt jealous of where your focus was, you're still learning how to street fight. And he has no right to interfere with your training with your other Coaches. 

He shrugged at your concerns before asking if you wanted to try this new concoction he put together, offering the lip of his gourd to you. 

"Jamie, I'm being serious." You pushed the bottle back to him. 

"So am I."

You hardly picked up the way his eyes bore into your soul before he broke into a grin, taking a swig of his drink.  "Nothing like a good drink to ease the nerves."

When you tell him you're still upset with him about today, he'll lean up against the rails and cross his arms. 

Most of his jealousy stems from the fact that you're spending more time with other people than him. And he feels a tad bit neglected.

He's used to being isolated so the feeling isn't new to him. But he found himself staring at the space beside him where he expected to find your presence.

The times when you don't visit him, his mind wanders to the silly little adventures you'd tell him about and the places you get to see around the world.

But you have a track record of being gone for long periods of time and he just waits here, until you came back.

It's not your fault. He was just being a hard-ass, so he would be the one to apologize. 

"Look, I know you're still starting out and learning new stuff, which is cool n' all but I miss our nights together. And if it's that important to you, I'll back off. Just make sure to stop by from time to-time. 'Kay?"

"I will…And thanks, Jamie. I really appreciate it."

After a beat of silence, you gestured to the gourd resting beside you two. "Now, about that concoction of yours."

Jamie broke out in a grin, handing it to you. "Prepare to be amazed. The new and improved recipe is made from the ingredients you brought from Tian Hong Yuan. It's got a kick to it, just like you."

You both would've retired for the night in a drunken stupor, entangled in each other's arms.

He snuggled his face in the crook of your neck with a dumb smile, mumbling how much he loved you.

But next time you visit Ed, Jamie gives you a couple of 'souvenirs' to show off to your friend to show who you belong to. 

Bosch

You know, when you decided to stroll through town, Bosch didn't expect you to pick up another Master.

If anything, he guessed it was your eagerness that made people naturally gravitate to you.

He could tell how much you admired Rashid's wind abilities and charming personality, but it still irked him more than he cared to admit.

You would spend the majority of your days training and chatting with Rashid, eventually kicking Bosch to the curb.

He knew it was nothing more than a student-teacher relationship, especially since Rashid's wind techniques were something you wanted to master.

And the thing is, Rashid isn't even a bad guy.

He's just very charismatic, in a way that can be overbearing at times.

But he still couldn't shake the pangs of jealousy that gnawed at his soul.

With every new move that clicked, you would glance at Bosch to see if he noticed.

He's at least a little glad you still sought him out, despite your attention being elsewhere.

Maybe that's why he let it go on for so long.

He'll sit on his emotions and let the feeling bubble in his stomach before he would ever confront you about it. 

He probably even lets out a few snippy remarks if you keep pushing him away.

He doesn't mean it.

He never does, but Bosch has never been in a relationship before, so he doesn't know what to do whenever he felt the burning sensation of jealousy below the surface of his skin.

Bosch sat by the window sill and let the cool midnight breeze brush against his face.

He should've been relaxing, but his mind was anything but calm.

He heard the soft creak of the floorboards as he turned to see you approaching. 

You sat next to him by the window, offering some food you got from the markets. 

Your presence instantly eased his nerves as you both sat in the dark, listening to the distant sounds of the city.

Sensing Bosch's off demeanor, you asked what was on his mind.

"I'm just thinking." He said, sipping his drink.

"About what?"

"You." His eyes met yours, "…and Rashid."

You blinked in surprise. "Rashid? What about him?"

"It's just…you've been spending so much time with him. I get that he's your new master and he's teaching you a lot, but it feels like there's no time for us anymore."

"I didn't know you felt that way, but I'm sorry for not noticing sooner." You said aimlessly playing with his hands before tangling them together.

Bosch sighed, looking down at your intertwined hands. "You don't owe me an apology. I know I'm being hard-headed. I just…I wish I could open up to you more."

"You can always talk to me about anything, Bosch. And you don't need to force yourself to do so for my sake."

He looked up, meeting your eyes again. "I know. It's just hard sometimes. And seeing you with Rashid, makes me feel..."

"Jealous?"

"It's stupid, I know."

"I don't think it's stupid, it's a very human emotion. But I want you to know that no matter what, I'll always want to be here with you."

He hummed, still not taking your words to heart and opting to stare off into the night.

"How about this?" You scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder, "I'll set aside more time for us, and you tell me whenever something's bothering you instead of bottling it up...Deal?"

A smile tugged on Bosch's face as he drew your intertwined hands closer, brushing his lips against your knuckles.

"Deal."

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delivery! -🍕🛼💢

I saw the second image and thought "wait, this would legit be a funny sf scenario" sooo ye...here's ed as a silly pizza dude

[Before i forget, thx to @nightowl-yume for showing the pic (and also giving me a bit inspo-)]

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Ed Templeton, Wires Crossed, Pier 24, SF, May 2024

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Ed Valigursky