#bosch x Reader

[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.

[ieetbeez]

[ Jamie Siu Headcannons !? ]

A/N : Okay so not the first time I've written any sort of fanfic but it's the first time I'm posting it so sorry if it looks dorky. I'm still learning how to be a super sick tumblr user. But it's crazy there's not that much Jamie content, I plan to change that! Not today though, this is just to butter y'all up. But just so y'all know there are Ed and Jamie (separate) one shots in the works.

There's no romantic ones in here but if y'all want a pt.2 ...

[CW] None! Just fluff (for now).

He probably did the thing in middle school where guys would roll up long socks and fold it at the toe to keep his shoe from creasing.

But he'd forget to do it after a day so his shoes were creased.

Shockingly NOT dirty though.

Definitely got his earlobe pulled.

Definitely pissed that Luke is taller than him.

Saw the Chinese "oh no my husband/ mother in law is coming home and the place is a mess!" temu ads and bought at least one organization shelf because of it. He uses it to store his makeup and skincare!

I bet he smells great, I'm no smell expert but I think he'd have a floral scent while still having a masculine hint to him?? Does this make sense?

It's better than Luke's 15-in-1 shampoo and Axe deodorant.

Cried while watching Hamilton.

Likes 2nd gen K-pop, proud boy group listener.

He'll complain about his tummy hurting but ignore the fact he's only had his special "chi enhancing tea" and shrimp chips.

Got his jacket tailored to be cropped.

Loves spicy food, will devour a whole thing of buldak noodles.

His rice cooker is 2 decades old.

Luke compared him to Jacob from twilight and Jamie didn't get the reference, Luke had to show him the movie.

Off topic but it reminded me of Nigahiga's 'how to act like your favorite actors' video and the Taylor Lautner section.

His first introduction to breakdancing was the sesame street breakdancing pencil.

He's picky with which color straw he gets with his boba.

Total nerd for early 2000's movies, specifically martial arts movies.

On that note his favorite movie is probably Rush Hour, I would suggest an actual old martial arts movie but I haven't seen that many (yet).

Brain rot king, don't say hawk near that man.

Not actually a headcannon but he reminds me of Daredevil (sigh Matt Murdock <3) a little bit cause, Chinatown cannot possibly be that big. He watches over that small section of the city like a vulture, he knows his boundaries. Respect.

Will get on your ass for dirtying his shoes.

Curses in mandarin, if Luke asks Jamie to teach him stuff he'll do the thing where it's like:

"Oh how do I say I'm so handsome in tagalog?"

"It's putang ina mo hehe."

Buys stuff from Instagram marketplace.

His shower routine is more like a regimen, very strict rules, takes exactly an hour and 45 minutes.

One time an employee at Sephora was like "Looking for something for your girlfriend?" and he turns to her, super loud eyeshadow look, and is like "Pfft yeah I wish." and then walks away.

sigh. I miss him guys. I miss my wife.

[boschfanaccount]

How They Sleep Next To You

Bosch, Jamie Siu & Luke Sullivan x Reader (separate). Reader is implied to be neutral, little to no reference. These are just random silly headcanons I just thought of so sorry if they're OOC.

Bosch would be the type to sleep facing away from you but by the time you wake up, you're both tangled in each others arms. He's a little bit of a tsun but he loves you dearly, your comfort and safety is more important than his. The longer your relationship goes on for, the more comfortable he is holding you as he goes to sleep. Don't forget to give him a good night kiss though, he deserves it!

Jamie honestly will probably fall asleep on top of you in a drunken state. He's 77kg which is pretty heavy, be glad he hasn't crushed you yet. Jamie I feel would be somewhat clingy, just a bit. As he's falling asleep, he's definitely big spooning you and you're locked in position in his arms, legs caged around your own. He'd be a bit of a snorer if he goes to bed in a drunken state but if sober, he'd be nice to hold with that waist.

Luke would be a bit of an annoyance to sleep with at first. I feel like he'd either snore or talk in his sleep. After a nice long day, he'd want to settle down with you in bed. You tucked into his side as you lay on his big chest. He also probably kind of starfishes too. As much as he hogs the bed, you love him and if you're laying on him, it honestly doesnt matter too much. You both love each other regardless. Once he's dozed off, his head probably tilts closer to your own so he can give you small kisses to relax.

[pokenerd98]

I need a Bosch slow-burn fanfic in my life 😫

Thinking about being on top of the crane, when we figure out it's him underneath the box, and I know I could save him 😫😫

Someone please make my dreams come true 😍

[harvardhaugland]

closest friend - bosch ♡

a/n: more of an angsty-smut fic haha and once again. not even proofread. HELP MEEEEE. anyone wanna be my beta reader pls 💔

world tour spoilers! chapters 10 - 13 at least! bosch does break into the readers home but everything beyond that one part is all consensual, just a simple passionate bj ^^

Throughout this whole journey for “strength”, running around— doing all types of errands, all for him. You had second thoughts. You’ll be cooped up in your apartment, tussling over in the bedsheets, nothing but silence and the AC running.

When you can’t sleep, you look up at the ceiling and count all the days you had been looking for him.

Hell, the first time you had met, you two barely knew each other. You still don’t even know some basic things about Bosch, like his birthday, favorite food, not even a last name— yet you had always stood up for each other.

The lack of communication between the two of you had started to border your friendship.

You want to see him again, just talk to him, be around him. Just make sure he’s okay through all this. Tonight, you can’t even sleep because of an encounter with him. Back at the construction site. Bosch in some kind of cardboard box-head getup.

Hour after hour, it turns to 2 AM. Your eyes grow heavy— finally, starting to drift off to sleep. Your body hadn’t fully shutdown, but you could squeeze your eyes closed to the very least.

You roll over to the side, facing the wall. Focusing your attention towards getting a good night’s rest rather than the ambient darkness of your room. Slowly, your worries start to fade away, growing sluggish, tensed muscles relax. For a moment, you feel at peace after a few restless weeks without sleep.

The hinges of the window squeaks.

Wind blows in.

Footsteps.

Heavy breathing.

Heavy breathing that wasn’t from you.

Maybe your mind is playing tricks on you, perhaps this is what too little hours of rest does to you, or maybe it’s just all the heavy hits from training you took that are starting to hurt again. So you remain still, sleeping, breathing quieter than whatever— or whoever seemed to be in here with you.

Paper crumples in your ear and it feels as if your pillow is being lifted up.

Your paranoia gets the best of you and you’re quick to turn around, and try to grab the intruder by the arm. To which an audible gasp comes from them. You have them held by the rather bulky cuffs around their wrists, your vision readjusts to look up at who you’re holding— a completely ironic scenario taking place.

It’s you and the “Cardboard Combatant”. Face to face. No bullshit. You won’t let him go this time, making sure to keep hold of him. “Bosch?” you say, gently, “I’m not gonna fight you, if that’s what you’re here for.”

There’s no response from him. He simply grunts. Seemingly displeased, a bit awkward, stiff in posture.

“Are you okay?” You get up. Your hand goes down to hold his, to which he promptly snatches his hand back, a paper note crumpled in his other hand, his fists balled up tight.

Instead he very hesitantly reach out to hold your hands, “I shouldn’t be here, I’m sorry.” he says, “I just had a note for you, that was all. I’m okay.” he reassures, his voice is strained.

“Please don’t leave.” you’re almost pleading with him, you don’t question what the note was for. Bosch is simply standing in place with his head held low. Carefully, you reach to take the box off his head, cautious as if you were dealing with a stray cat, unpredictable. You expect him to stop you, but he lets you take it off. He looks tired, furrowed and upset. Your hands drift up to caress his face, fresh bruises on his brow bone and cheek. He winces when you graze them.

This all feels so ironic to you, you wished upon a star to see Bosch again— and here he is, inside of your room, with the two of you going in to share an awkward, yet intimate kiss.

He rests his hands on your hips, leaning against you, pushing you into your mattress. Bosch nips at your neck with kisses, practically close to biting you with how aggressive he was, desperate, touch-starved. His hands drift up your shirt, he’s excitedly fast, but hesitant at some points, almost in fear that he might hurt you like before.

You flip positions, on top of him this time, unwrapping the shirt tied around his hips, Bosch is laid back against the pillow with a shy look, hand hiding over his parted mouth. He’s hard through his pants— you pull them and his underwear down just enough to free his cock, having to glance up at him occasionally to make sure he’s okay, hands gently working his erection up, soft stroking that makes him squirm underneath you,

You take the tip into your mouth, illiciting a small gasp from Bosch, his hands grab the back of your head, firmly, he starts to slowly push you down further— stopping when you gag halfway down. Starting to bob your head up and down once you adjust.

Bosch’s fingers tangle into your hair, his leg wraps around your head, forcing you to keep at a rough pace, letting you take in deep breaths inbetween.

“You feel so warm.” he remarks, whining your name the more you take him in, when you hit the base of his cock, he’s panting, “..What are you doing to me?”. He’s overwhelmed with pleasure. Sweat running down between his chest and sucking in his stomach. For his first time, out of all people, he would keep his legs apart for you.

He makes your head spin. Bosch is cute when he’s like this, holding onto you, calling your name softly, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could— tears well in the corners of his eyes as his cock twitches down your throat, trying hard to prolong the pleasure.

He whimpers, wanting to get the most of this, but he can’t play around with you any longer. Bosch roughly shoves you back down to the base, nose hitting his pelvis as he pulls out, carelessly cumming all over your face and tongue. He’s speechless, his chest heaves as he grips the bedsheets. His face is red, he’s hot all over, as if he had a fever of some kind. Bosch collapses against your pillows.

There’s drool and cum dribbling down your mouth, pooling at your chin. Wiping it off with your shirt, feeling too exhausted to properly clean up. You tuck him back into his pants, simply laying on top of him, tangling your legs together.

When you wakeup, you’ll find him missing from your bed. Unsure if the feelings shared the night before was genuine now.

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

AHHH! Thank you @ruthlesscore for answering this🥺❤️! I love how sweet it is. And YES CC Bosch does need more love! I would cuddle this man to death if I have to!

Hi hi ! This is Orange 🍊! Srry for the privacy, my og account kept showing up. Boo. But I love your sf6 works and you’re so sweet! May I plz request a Bosch cuddling hcs 🥺 👉👈? If not, I still want to thank u for writing for the street fighter fandom! All authors are accepted💙❤️

Bosch x Reader - Hot and Cold

- I literally love Bosch so much, Orange! I've been reading all your Bosch content! I literally love how you write for him! I really hope you enjoy this! Can the CC version of Bosch get some love? -

- sf6 spoilers below the cut -

Cuddling with Bosch is a bit strange. His body temperature constantly changes due to his new power. He's hot and then cold and then hot all over again. Oddly enough, he doesn't sweat at all. Not when he's hot or cold. Laying with him, he's kind of stiff. It'll take him a while to melt into you. He'll lay on his back while you're cuddling up against his arm. After awhile, he'll turn towards you, resting his chin on the top of your head, trying his best to not accidentally hurt you. His left hand would be lightly finger combing your hair. The right hand would be holding you gently.

Your hands would be gently running up and down his back, letting him know you aren't going anywhere. Your legs would be tangled together, feet always finding each other. His steady heartbeat is always a comforting sound, a reminder that he's still here with you, even with the impending doom of the tournament on the horizon.

The smell he has is surprising. Not because he has a smell, but because he smells good. He smells of tree and honey. He must've been hiding in a tree before coming over. Even with the shower he took, the smell of that sweet honey still lingers in the air.

Sometimes his hands would wander down your body, poking your sides or tickling the crook of your neck to get a reaction out of you. If you're ticklish, he won't let you live it down.

"So you are ticklish, ____! Hah! I knew it!"

Other times, he'll be awfully quiet, seeking validation. He's nervous that he'll hurt you. He doesn't want to, but he can't control his psycho power. With him not being able to fully control it, he is constantly risking your life when he's with you. During these moments of vulnerability and weakness, he tries his best to be gentle with you.

"Is this okay, ____? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

You and Bosch have a very weird relationship. One minute he's here cuddling you, whispering sweet nothings, and holding you close. The next minute he's clutching his chest, begging you to not get closer. During those sweet times, you both hold each other close with no intention of letting go, knowing that the moment will end soon. During the times with Bosch is going through a episode due to his Psycho Power, you always tell him that he can always come home to you. He could always talk and you'll always listen. Nevertheless, the two of you would have each other's backs, not matter how hot or cold it gets.

[zorosdimples]

pairing ⛧ yandere!diavolo x f!reader x barbatos

warnings ⛧ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. this is a doozy… implied toxic relationships, inhuman anatomy, monsterfucking, breeding, knotting, cervix fucking, dubious consent, pregnancy mention, lots and lots of cum, passing out, neglect (kind of), bondage and restraints, implied nonconsensual acts at the end. reader has a vagina and is referred to as “my little human” and “little one.” please let me know if there is anything i missed!

word count ⛧ 1129

notes ⛧ this is the first installment of the garden of earthly delights! i apologize for the wait; i hope everyone enjoys <3

you have never looked more beautiful—more his—than in this moment, diavolo thinks. the demon prince has one massive hand encircling your ankles, pressing your knees flush to your chest. his other hand cradles the back of your head with adoration, forcing your teary gaze to remain on him, a clawed thumb hooked between your swollen lips. his amber irises are nearly subsumed by his pupils, jet as the moonless night.

black spots cloud your watery vision as you slobber all over the digit, broken whines the only sound to leave your lips; the golden tips of his horns flash in your periphery. you’re on the verge of losing consciousness.

diavolo has been breeding you for hours. his long, thick cock—gilt, ribbed, impossibly large, and complete with a knot—has already stuffed you so full of seed that your stomach is distended. the viscous liquid, a rich cream with an otherworldly sheen, spurts out of your abused cunt with each of his powerful thrusts. the rest of it tingles hotly in your core.

“you can take one more, can’t you, my little human?” diavolo coos, breath unnervingly steady given the force of his movements. he leans down to smear a gentle kiss against your damp hairline before dropping your head and sliding his hand down to rub your puffy clit, plenty slick with the fluids coating your flesh.

“c-can’t,” you whimper. your nerves are fried and the overstimulation has your head pounding and your legs shaking as diavolo’s cock batters your cervix. your hands scratch and scrape at his chest in an attempt to get him to slow, to stop—anything—but your nails do not even pierce the prince’s thick flesh. the demon chuckles at your pathetic protests and his pace quickens in response.

hasn’t he taught you that you are not as fragile as you think?

“you can,” diavolo asserts, pulling out entirely. his crimson strands hang past his forehead and obscure his eyes, the glistering gold almost menacing as he leans over you. he strokes himself lazily, grazing his flared knot with a shiver, ready for his high. ready to see your womb swell with his heir.

“and you will,” he punctuates by plunging his cock and knot inside you in one fluid motion, a guttural groan rumbling from his heaving chest. your mouth stretches to accommodate a scream that never passes your lips. your body is aflame, dripping with sweat; the room fades into nothingness as diavolo’s hot cum pumps into your pulsing cunt.

the room is dusky when you awaken. your lover is gone, his warmth and ever-present touch absent, stillness in his place. the slippery silk sheets cling to you and glide along your curves as you sit upright. you clutch your forehead and curse the dull thump in your skull, a wince breaking the quiet. you feel a trickle of sticky cum ooze from you to join the wet puddle you slept atop like an animal.

the demon prince’s little pet.

a rustling sound draws you from your thoughts. a looming figure swathed in shadow floats toward the bed; you squeak in fright as you yank the sheets up to your neck in an attempt to shield your nude form.

“there you are,” barbatos, who you can now see as he emerges from the darkness, says. “i apologize for disturbing you. i am here on behalf of the young master.”

you breathe a shaky sigh of relief—the demon butler is your only friend in the lonely castle. “you scared me, barbatos. where’s diavolo?”

barbatos turns on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a faint glow. his eyes, emerald in the low light, shine eerily as his gaze meets yours. “the young master had to run to an impromptu meeting, but he did not wish to disturb your rest. thus, i am here to aid you in his stead.”

you furrow your brows. a meeting. you were once a member of the student council, privy to conferences and other social functions—until diavolo’s devotion to you got the better of him. (as a human, you are far safer being completely removed from lesser demons. and there is no one better to care for you than the prince of the devildom himself.)

you suppress your memories. “thank you. i can manage myself.”

instead of bowing and leaving, though, barbatos stands still. his forked tail sways at his feet and his skeletal horns gleam resolutely. after a few moments of deathly silence, you rephrase your dismissal: “i don’t need any help, barbatos. i appreciate you checking on me.”

the demon takes a step closer to the bed, his knees nearly knocking against the frame. “you do not seem to understand me,” barbatos muses, gloved hand delicately resting beneath his chin. if you were less disoriented, you would notice the hint of mirth in his tone. “lord diavolo ordered me to assist you, as he had to leave unexpectedly. i shall honor his wishes.”

the corners of the butler’s lips curl into a faint smirk, but no humor marks his visage. in fact, there seems to be a primal hunger lurking in the dark, verdant depths of barbatos’s irises. fear beams through your body. it starts in the pit of your stomach and spreads its icy tendrils out through your limbs, biting your fingertips. headache forgotten, you now feel faint; your heart skitters like scared prey. unconsciously, you pull the sheets around you tightly, temporarily shielding yourself from the humiliation that is sure to come.

“there is nothing to fear, little one,” barbatos soothes, smoothing a hand over your hair, matted with sweat and his master’s cum. the act is more patronizing than it is comforting.

the demon snaps his fingers and the sheets wrapped around you disappear. you scramble to cover yourself with your hands, but barbatos is infinitely stronger and faster than you are. his forked tail—cold and wet—coils around your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. another snap of his fingers, and your body is bound with invisible restraints. your arms are stretched above your head, almost painfully so. your legs are spread wide and bent at the knee; no matter how hard you try, you can’t move. there’s even a gag in your mouth to muffle your cries and force you to suck oxygen through your nose.

crouching between your open legs, the butler tsks. “oh my, what a mess.” his tail slithers up your leg and settles atop your womb. the slightest pressure from the appendage causes a stream of diavolo’s cum to rush out of your bruised hole. the demon’s snakelike tongue darts out and tastes the semen that is now pooled beneath your ass.

bartabos’s eyes meet yours and he smiles something wicked. “let’s get you cleaned up—shall we?”

[isadraws1]

Just dumping a little something I made with a friend's oc a long time ago and I think it's safe to do it now xdd

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

You know, I didn't realize that there was a bigger fandom space for Bosch on Twitter until I checked it out today. So I was confused when I read this.

And I was like "Bosch can't be alive, right? Like, we all saw him get cooked." Until I saw the post you were referring to. And dude, there's no way Bosch wouldn't be in World Tour season 2, after I saw the pictures.

For anyone who doesn't know: in the post-credit scene in world tour, Bosch can be seen as one of the students who was jogging when the player is talking to Luke on the phone.

These were provided by @82kmnr_works on Twitter

The camera hardly picked up on him, but he was wearing a completely different attire than the other students he was jogging with. But that's 100% Bosch.

These are official street fighter photos of Bosch Nakayama posted on his Twitter @takaNakayama

Street Fighter Devs are cooking something, I swear. They said, "I have plans that I can't tell ya'll, or the haters will sabotage me. I have plans."

Yeah??? Luke? Why haven't you said anything to the player??? You should know who comes in and out of your gym. Plus both the player and Bosch are in Metro City, so they are bound to meet each other again.

But I think there's something deeper happening. because like @corokoro mentioned, he doesn't have any of his scars. So I wonder if Luke does know something and decided to not tell the player.

Is the Bosch that was caught in the explosion and the one seen in the post-credit both clones, or is the short-haired bosch the real Bosch?

Even then, Bosch seemed to have a platonic connection to Player before he was taken by Juri. So I wonder if he would seek the player out.

I was sitting here on Tumblr thinking that he may not show up ever again. And I had angst hcs in the drafts, that I'm currently deleting after I saw this. But seeing the pictures on Twitter literally rocked my world.

now that i've seen more info on the stuff with bosch thanks to the jpn side of the fandom on twitter, i place a new theory on the table

the guy that's apparently bosch in the final main story cutscene? short red hair and missing the purple scars completely somehow. the cardboard combatant in the post-game tournaments you can do, however, still has the long black hair he had and also obviously the scars. big differences.

bosch was experimented on by shadaloo remnants. you know what shadaloo has a history of? making clones.

either short haired bosch is the clone, or the cardboard combatant is the clone. and no one's realized it, not even themselves.

[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."

[ieetbeez]

[ Ed Last Name Headcannons !?]

A/N Hey guys!!! None of my real fics are ready yet but I felt like posting something! So I'm tapping into the mind of my 3rd favorite capcom blonde white boy because he also deserves some love. Again, none of these are romantic but idk if I feel like it or literally anyone asks I'll write them. This is like super unserious like the last one!

Also for my folks in America, OHHHHH WE'RE COOKED.

[CW] None, I guess general violence but wtv.

He is one huge corn ball, like he must've been injected with corn syrup in shadaloo's lab or something.

It's not that he's unfunny but he's so dry, if you do manage to get to a point with him where he isn't yelling at you all the time and he's telling jokes, they’re more often than not, technically horrible.

I mean it's not really his fault, being a test tube baby and all... though I'm probably biased cause I think he's cute but he's charming enough to make it work.

Don't call him a test tube baby though, that shit pisses him off.

Many things piss him off, here's a short list of that:

AJR, Dance Monkey, tangled headphones, Michael Cera, price stickers that don't rip off completely, dirty finger nails, twitter, overly cheerful people (Luke), long sleeved shirts that cut off below the wrist, waiting rooms, sherpa jackets, Mr. Beast, Love Island, Big Phrama.

WWE is his guilty pleasure, he doesn't keep up with every installment of RAW/Smackdown but when he gets the time. Watched it a lot more when travelling with Balrog.

Doesn't miss any pay-per-view events though, his favorite would either be hell in a cell or royal rumble.

He’ll never admit it though. He’ll be all like “Ugh no, why would I be into that crap? It’s not even real.” Then his ringtone is the hardy boys entrance theme.

His favorite wrestler is Jeff Hardy.

Not a self-conscious guy, I mean look at him he wears a big ass chain and no shirt, but easy to fluster.

Gets defensive about not wearing a shirt. Avatar could be like "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" He'll then squint at you and say "Why... Aren't you minding your damn business?"

I don't think this guy eats any real food.

Call him JD the way he knows his way around a 7/11. Blue raspberry guy all the way.

“Tch” is part of his daily vocabulary, can’t go a day without it.

He's such a little brother to Falke, it makes you wonder who had that gay side part first.

Doesn't know wtf a sanrio is but if you (Avatar?) were to introduce him to it his fav would be Hangyodon.

"No, I don't have a favorite 'san-rio' character, what the fuck even is that? Why're you showing me this?" He asks clearly annoyed but pays attention to your screen regardless. "Cause they're cute! Don't you like any of them?" You say, shoving the device closer to his face. He scoffs and turns his head away, still looking at your phone though.

"They all look the same to me, just either fatter, a different hat, or a different color. I don't know why people are into this stuff... I mean look at that one! He's not even cute." He yells, pointing at Hangyodon. "Don’t say that about him! Hangyodon is like a pug, the so ugly it's cute kinda thing." You explain, clutching your phone closer, as if to protect the fish. "Look, if you had to choose one, who would it be?" You sigh, defeat present.

"Hmmmm, if I had too... Probably the stupid fish one, since he's the same color as my jacket... But that's if I had to choose." He reiterates, his point clear. "OH MY GOD finally, thank you! I gotta bounce but I'll see you soon!" You say, running for the next train.

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"Ed! Guess what I got for you!" You shout when you exit the train, beaming with excitement. "Knowing you it's either more problems or trading cards..." He sighs, still looking at his phone.

"Nope! Today's special, I got you something completely different! Here," You practically shove the small gift bag in his hand. He eyes it suspiciously, look at you then back at the bag. Slowly, he undoes the ribbon keeping it together, revealing a phone charm with Hangyodon holding his little hand out.

"The stupid little fish guy? Why'd you give me this?" He asks, his voice softer but still confused. You bring out your phone to reveal a matching one. "Well they were on sale and I really wanted to get some but I didn't know who you liked. Look!" You take the charm out his hand and bring the keychains close. Instantly, their hands snap together, revealing a small magnet inside.

"Isn't it so cute!?" You ask, hoping he wouldn't tell you he hated it to your face. "It is but, why me? Don't you have other friends to give this to?" He asks, still examining the little guy. You pause, wondering how much truth you wanna tell him.

"Well I'm going out of the country for a bit and just wanted to give you a thank you gift, you know, just incase by the time I get back you're not here. And well," 'Geez this is cheesey, I GOT to kill myself if he hates it.' You think to yourself. Ed stares at you with this skeptical look, he's either gonna beat you up or stop talking to you. You don't know which one is worse.

"...You're my friend..." You guys just stare at each other. 'Oh yeah I'm ending it, bless there's no railings here-' Before you could make a break for it, you watch him thread the charm through his case. This silence, gently interrupted by the bustling life of the station, is one of understanding. So lost in thought you don't notice him bring his phone close to yours, snapping the colorful metal together.

"Thank you, it's great. Don't think I'll go any easier on you when we spar because of this though." (ugh is this ooc guys?)

He's actually really good at giving advice. Not like, on purpose, but he has a few wise words in him.

While reading the lyrics to his theme, the singer says something about selling mixtapes. Now, I don't think Ed is in the studio or anything, but maybe Balrog had a rough music career as any sellout celebrity does and made Ed sell them on the street.

Or alternatively, which would be more likely, some random hired him to do that during one of his odd jobs.

Cause like, there's no way that guy has an actual job. A glorified bum for all we know.

Mobile gamer, I mean what else could he doing hanging around in the train station? Block Blast fiend, soup and cats veteran, PvZ master, and banned from roblox.

Doom scrolls because on Haggar's daughter, Mayor Cody wouldn't let TikTok get banned.

He'd be either a warrior cats or amulet kid.

I can see him liking girl groups, Twice specifically.

Only wears black underwear.

A warm vanilla guy, maybe clean linen but that's probably cause of his detergent.

Back to his jokes, he's the type where y'all could be laughing or wtv and then he just drops a massive lore bomb. Now he's sitting there, about to piss his britches, and you're just staring at him with pure horror on your face (dw it'll become funny after a few months).

"HOLY SHIT- Did you see the way that guy almost pissed himself when you used your psycho power!?" You say, breathless and wheezing in between syllables. Both of you, hysterical.

"RIGHT?? Reminds me of the time when-" Wheeze, "HOOOO when I was a kid and they said they had a treat for me and, and they pulled out a needle instead!!" Ed can barely get the last bit out as he hurls over, grasping his stomach with uncontrollable laughter.

"...."

"What?"

"Oh... my god...? Do you wanna tal-"

"Finish that and you'll actually piss yourself when you see my psycho power."

Trading card game fan, we all know that. BUT what if, he was a trading card game NERD. Idk anything about any kind of card game so this is far as it goes, but imagine him trying to teach you (avatar) how to play.

He keeps his deck in his pocket.

Will actually tweak the fuck out if you crease any of his cards. Ruin them and he ruins your face.

Probably watched pokemon or Yu-Gi-Oh! while traveling with Balrog.

"You're a 3rd rate dualist with a 4th rate deck!"

Man this one was way longer than my last one.

[boschfanaccount]

How would the 3 boys propose to the reader

How they propose to you

Bosch, Jamie Siu & Luke Sullivan x Reader (separate). Reader is neutral Sorry this took a while to come out!! I'm finally free from uni and i have a lot of requests lined up I will get through slowly so thank you for your patience.

Bosch is an anxious mess. You both love each other so very much but theres that teeny tiny voice in his head that always makes him doubt and act on impulse. But this is something he knows he's wanted to do for the longest time, it took a lot of courage to even act upon making preparations for you. It's your 4th anniversary of being together. He first makes you a home cooked meal from his home country, a meal which he loves. You tell him how good it is and that he is too sweet for cooking for you. He then lets you get ready to then take you out to a very special spot. A park that sits on the harbour of Metro City, beautifully lit up at night. Walking up to the railing, you lean on it and breathe in the fresh air. Bosch then comes up besides you as he puts his hands on your waist, leaning in to give you a kiss on your temple.

"Thank you for this Bosch, you're too sweet." "It's the least I could do. Happy anniversary, but uhm... I actually have a present for you." You look at him with a soft look, "what is it?" you question. "I want you to close your eyes for a second". Nodding, turn to fully face him and close your eyes. You hear some rustling before he tells you to open your eyes. You bring your hand up to you mouth as your eyes widen in shock, letting out a small gasp. You're presented with a velvety red box fitted with a small and classy ring crusted with small diamonds. "[y/n], you're the love of my life, a-and... I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know I'm not the best boyfriend sometimes and I have my moments but, I hope you can accept me... Will you marry me?". Jumping up and down before leaping into his arms. "Yes!" you exclaim as a few tears fall down your face. He stands back up and fully accepts your embrace. "I love you so much, thank you [y/n].

Jamie would most definitely propose to you in the sleekest way possible. He will have everything planned out down to the exact time, he has a mini speech prepped and the perfect plan to catch you off guard. Jamie would also be confident at first and kind of fumble a little bit but he's well aware you are the one for him and he is the one for you. He has no doubts about you saying yes once he pops the question and that fills him with so much pride and joy. Time moves so fast when you're with your boyfriend, you have been together for 3 years already yet it feels like you've known each other and been together for so much longer. Having gotten you ready for a fancy dinner date at an elegant chinese restaurant that Jamie has been meaning to try with you. You both went out shopping to purchase coordinating outfits, the colours of your outfits are black and yellow. Mostly black decorated with gold jewellery.

Once at the restaurant, you are both seated next to an open window which has the perfect view of Metro City. "This is so nice baby, thank you for booking this place." Taking his hand in yours Jamie looks at you with a satisfied look, "It's no problem, you know I'd do anything for you. I am the great Jamie Siu after all!" He says jokingly. You giggle at his statement. After having a delicious and filling dinner, you both are waiting for your desserts to arrive to your table. Little words are exchanged as you stare into eachothers eyes and hands intertwined on the table, the silence comfortable. The silence is broken by a waitress coming up and handing you your desserts however there was something off with yours. Your plate was flat and had writing on it, more specifically the words "Will you...", once you read the words you see Jamie walk up to you and get on one knee. Your heart starts beating fast but a bright smile decorates your face. "Marry me?" Jamie asks, a yellow lined black velvet ring box displaying a beautiful golden ring with a decently sized diamond placed on top. "Jamie!" You express, "Of course!!! Oh my gosh!!" He takes your hand and slides the sing on. "[Y/n], when I met you through Yang, I never thought you would end up being mine some day. But here we are, you are now officially my fiancée. I love you dearly and I don't know if I could ever express that fully in words but thank you." Jamie stands up and cups your face, bringing you in for a gentle kiss.

Luke, oh Luke. Luke would definitely have a mini freak out to himself over how he should propose to you. He is a confident man but sometimes he goes through weird moments of weakness where he's just unsure. Luke takes his time and never rushes into things so when he realises he needs to propose to you, he thought about everything carefully and wanted to make sure it was something you would like and that you were sure to say yes to him. While he is a bit of a chiller, I don't think Luke would be overly romantic but would still try his best to be, you deserve it after all. Having spent almost 4 years together, Luke decides it's time. There are a few places in mind that Luke would want to take you on, deciding on taking you to the beach. A quiet and calming beach. It would be the perfect setting, having a nice dinner first then taking you on a romantic walk along the beach to watch the sun set and finally get on one knee and confess his never ending love for you and ask you to marry him.

"Mmm! Luke have you tried this? It tastes so good!" Picking up a piece of your dinner on your fork and putting in front of Luke so he can have a taste. "Wow, yeah that is really good, want to try mine?" You nod. After having dinner it was time to now go on a quiet stroll on the sand. Holding onto Lukes large hand and leaning your head on his arm. Luke can feel his nervousness grow, you're perfect in his eyes. "Is something wrong love?" You ask, concern laced in your voice. "Haha, yeah. I'm just fine. Don't worry your little head." Luke brings you into a side hug, his hand resting on your hip. "There is one thing I want to talk to you about though." Stopping to stand in front of you, he takes your hand in his and rubs his thumb over your knuckles. "So... I've been wanting to ask you this for a while and for the longest time I thought I wasn't ready but every day I spend with you, I want to always be by your side. You make me so proud and I feel so powerful when I see you cheering for me in battles. I'm the luckiest man alive [y/n]. With that..." pulling out a box with a silver ring inside with a small rectangular diamond placed on top. "Will you marry me?" It takes you a few seconds to respond, you feel so joyed and happy and you needed a moment to process the sweetness of Luke's words. With shaky hands you cup Lukes face in your hands and place a kiss on his lips. "Yes" you giggle. "I truly love you so much, I'm glad to now be your fiancée" Luke picks you up, sharing laughs as he spins you around. Taking in the cool breeze of the beach with the cool water brushing up to your feet.

[rh-leon]

oh he's fruity

[beaddie]

AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

sum☆: "ᵉˡᵉᵍᵃⁿᵗ! "𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 (adj.) undying, immortal, eternally beautifulIn which Stanley Snyder, Xeno Houston Wingfield, and (Y/N) Ambrose were trapped in an unexpected stone world that had been petrified 3,700 years before. However, they were 'infiltrated' by some foreign brats all of a sudden.Of course, they don't give up without a fight, do they?

warnings:. all characters are 18+!!! violence. language. FICTION!! don't like it? scroll away!! first ever post on this app. english is not my first language, so ugh.(Dr. Stone x Reader)(Dr. STONE : New America City Arc) MANGA SPOILER

(CHAPTER 4) Z=152: Doctor vs. Doctor

As Chrome and Kohaku arrived at their designated vantage point, they were immediately struck by the sheer scale of the enemy factory. Its towering smokestacks and sprawling buildings dwarfed everything around it. Chrome, ever the strategist, was already on the line with the Perseus, relaying the latest intel.

"Perseus, come in! We have a new development," Chrome announced, her voice urgent.

On the Perseus, Senku and the others listened intently. "Got it. No more words," Senku replied, his tone equally serious.

"Right, since we're using radio waves, the enemy scientist could be intercepting our signal," Yuzuriha pointed out, her eyes filled with concern. Tsukasa nodded in agreement.

Just then, the Perseus received another incoming call. Magma, assuming it was Chrome, answered without hesitation. However, the voice on the other end was not Chrome's but that of Dr. Xeno, the mastermind behind the enemy forces.

"Greetings," Xeno said, his voice cold and calculating. "I presume this is your preferred frequency for communication?"

A wave of shock swept through the Perseus crew. The enemy had located their communication channel.

"MWAH HA HA! So you're the big bad guy, huh? You got guts!" Magma exclaimed, his bravado momentarily masking his fear.

"I apologize for my limited Japanese language skills," Xeno replied, his voice laced with disdain. "However, this conversation is not suitable for such primitive minds. I demand to speak with your science team leader."

The crew exchanged nervous glances. They knew who Xeno wanted to talk to.

"Put Dr. Taiju on the line," Xeno commanded.

Taiju, still dressed in his Gen costume, pointed at himself in confusion. "Me?"

Minami explained the situation to Senku, who realized immediately what was happening. "Ah, I see. This is Gen's doing," Senku said, picking his ear with his pinky finger. 

"Guess I'm tagging in for Senku," Taiju announced, his voice filled with determination.

"Taiju here! That's Dr. Taiju to you! So you're Dr. Xeno, huh? Pay attention, because I've got something to say to you," Taiju shouted into the phone. "Shooting people with machine guns without warning... isn't nice!"

Senku, Ukyo, and Yuzuriha couldn't help but chuckle at Taiju's naivete. 'Well, duh,' they thought in unison.

"My apologies," Xeno replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "My soldiers, Stanley and (Y/N), merely wanted to demonstrate the chasm between our respective levels of science."

"Now, Dr. Taiju," Xeno continued, "as a fellow science-pro yourself, you must surely realize... we already possess a Haber Bosch plant."

Taiju's eyes widened in confusion. "A Haber... thingy? That's awesome, Dr. Xeno!" he exclaimed, clearly out of his depth.

Senku quickly intervened. "Don't talk more than you need to, you big oaf, or the cracks will start showing," he warned Taiju.

Minami asked Senku what Xeno was talking about. "What is he talking about?"

Senku explained. "A Haber Bosch plant is a factory that makes ammonia. In short, with just water and air, they can produce unlimited gunpowder and ammunition."

"So that's how they can fire those machine guns all day long!" Taiju shouted into the phone.

"You get the gist, Dr. Taiju," Xeno replied.

The Perseus crew was impressed by Taiju's performance. "Who knew Taiju was such a performer?" Ukyo said.

Yuzuriha couldn't help but laugh. "More like up front and direct," she replied.

"We are a collective of professional adults," Xeno said, his voice filled with contempt. "Unlike your ragtag band of merry youths playing with science. Now, I hope you'll surrender at once and serve me. Nothing more, nothing less. You see, our population is lacking." 

Xeno explained that he didn't have enough manpower to de-petrify the statues and was therefore unable to expand his forces. He offered the Perseus crew a chance to surrender and serve him.

Ryusui realized why the enemy lacked revival fluid. Magma, however, was confused. "What's he mean? They don't have enough people? Why not just wake up the stone statues lying around everywhere?" he asked.

"HA HA! This tells us... they don't know about the revival fluid! Am I right?" Ryusui said confidently.

Xeno, realizing his mistake, asked how the Perseus crew had revived the statues. He was unintentionally revealing his ignorance of the revival fluid.

"Well, we..." Taiju began to explain, but Senku and Ryusui interrupted him. "We'll simply crush your group once we have the manpower to do so," Senku said, his voice cold and calculating.

Senku then revealed that they could have Corn City running with the formula. With that, Taiju rejected Xeno's offer, and Xeno promptly ended the call.

"You're never getting the revival fluid! Request denied, mister!" Taiju shouted into the phone.

"Very well. Negotiations have broken down then. What a shame," Xeno replied, his voice filled with disappointment.

Just then, the Perseus crew heard a noise and looked up to see another enemy plane flying overhead. The enemy had reinforcements.

"<Ooh, that's one whopper of a flagship,>" Stanley remarked, his eyes wide with amazement.

(Y/N), ever the daredevil, climbed onto the roof of the plane and sat in a makeshift seat, her machine gun ready. "<How cute~,>" she cooed, gripping the gun tightly.

Meanwhile, on the Perseus, the crew turned to Senku for guidance. "How can we fight back? We don't have an airstrip," Ukyo asked.

Senku's response was both unexpected and ingenious. "Then we just gotta make one," he replied.

"Where?" Ukyo asked, confused.

Senku pointed at the Perseus. "Here," he said. "We're going to build an aircraft carrier on the Perseus."

The crew was stunned. An aircraft carrier on a ship? It was a crazy idea, but it was also the only way to fight back against the overwhelming enemy forces. Senku announced that he and Kaseki would start building a runway.

"It's aircraft carrier time!" Senku shouted excitedly. "The Perseus is getting a total makeover!"

[whirlwindimagines]

Hi! I’m srsrly in love with your writing I thought I just HAD to make a request!! 💛

Vash and the rest going into a bar to rest and reader works at the bar as a singer. Vash develops a bit of a crush on them and maybe Wolfwood teases him about it? maybe reader also finds him cute and buys him a drink?

idk, i bet you can elaborate on the idea better than i can ;-; 💛

Thank you <3 I hope you enjoy this! I love writing blushy shy Vash lol hes such a Babygirl <3 Also all I can think of this with this request is that Vash’s English voice actor can sing, and he's really good! So I think it should be canon that Vash has a good singing voice. Hence the title is a lyric from Like Yesterday by Eyeshine which Johnny Yong Bosch sings :D 

‘Can I just stay up with you all night?’

Vash X Reader

He’s here again, you are sitting at the back of the bar waiting for your set when you notice the group walk in. It’s an odd group, and the blonde in the red coat sticks out like a sore thumb. An attractive one at least, you watch him look over the bar. Looking for you maybe? You hope. 

Your eyes meet, and you raise your glass to him with a wink, watching with pleasure as his face flushes and he nearly misses his seat when he sits. He is quite cute and so different from the usual rift raft that drifts in here to listen to you sing. 

Finishing your drink, you head towards the stage. You glance at the blonde once more; this job wasn’t so bad. Free drinks, a place to sleep, and the tips weren’t bad either, composing yourself you grab the Microphone and start singing. 

Vash watches you mesmerized; he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you since he entered the bar all those nights ago. He’s never spoken to you, only lingering glances, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to work up the courage to talk to you.

Wolfwood nudges him, and he ignores him. It was the undertaker who wanted to go drinking tonight anyway, and if Vash picked this place because of the entertainment, who's to say? With another nudge, his eyes flicker to Wolfwood's amused gaze. “Dude I can practically see the hearts in your eyes.” 

Vash flushes, waving a hand dismissively toward the other man. “What? Can't I appreciate good music?” He says with a laugh turning back to watch you. “Sure, it’s just the music that’s good.” Vash sighs, resting one of his elbows on the table to lean his head against his hand. 

“You should talk to them, or maybe I’ll buy them a drink.” Wolfwood teases with a smirk, as Vash lets out a whine. He wishes he could be as bold as Wolfwood, but he just can’t. Besides, it's better this way, just admiring from afar. You finish singing, and the whole bar's attention is on you. Vash cringes at the very loud wolf whistle, Wolfwood gives out. 

Your eyes flicker to the blonde, smiling at him as you get off the stage and walk towards the bar. Once you reach the bartender, you lean in whispering to him and pointing at the man in the red coat. Satisfied you order a drink for yourself, and head back to your table in the back of the bar. 

Vash looks up in surprise when a drink is placed in front of him, looking up at the waiter in question. “From our resident singer, and in their words ‘for the cute blonde’” Vash blushed brightly ignoring Wolfwood's loud laughter, as the waiter walked away. He picks up the drink, looking across the bar and meeting your gaze. 

You smile at him kindly and raise your drink to him like you did earlier in the night. You watch in delight as he does the same, your eyes don't leave him as you finish the drink. You watch his friend shove him out of his seat, and your heart skips a beat as he walks towards you. 

Feeling nervous and fluttery, he approaches. So many men and women had approached you like this in the past, but this time felt different as he joined your side awkwardly stuttering out his name. How endearing, you invite Vash to sit with you happy to know his name and you tell him your own. 

Once he sits, you order more drinks. You find Vash easy to talk to, he’s different from the others. You're glad you sent that drink over. You secretly hope he continues to watch you sing, and maybe drink with you. Excited where this could lead, you focus your attention solely on the blonde excited that his eyes are only on yours.

[ruthlesscore]

Hi hi! My writing block is gone! I will be working on the requests and personal writings! Here's the current laundry list.

1. A.K.I x Reader: Would you like a taste?

- for the anonymous anon that requested this, did you have any specific requests on how the reader acts? or do I have creative freedom with that? Send another anonymous request to answer! <3

2. Manon and Deejay: Judo and Reggae

3. Bosch x JP!Offspring Reader: Army Dreamers

4. E. Honda as a father figure

I also have a question, what time do you personally think sf6 takes place in? I personally say 2007 just because of a reddit post I read. But I would like to hear all your input.