#street fighter bosch waraya x reader

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Sweetheart

Bosch w. x gn! reader

bosch knocks you down a peg

...is it a kink to get beat up? asking for a friend...

Bosch sent a forceful kick to your stomach, that sent you crashing on the floor. You laid there after he knocked the wind out of you. Sparring today was brutal, especially after endurance training, when you and the rest of your fellow trainees had to run around the city. Feeling tired and exhausted, the coolness of the mat against your skin was relieving on your aching muscles.

The harsh fluorescent light was scorching your retinas, so you clamped them shut, only opening them to hear footsteps approaching. As you lay sprawled out on the floor, you couldn't help but look up at Bosch's figure standing over you. His chest also heaving from exhaustion with a sheen layer of sweat on his skin. Despite him folding you like a lawn chair, You couldn't deny how hot he looked right now. 

Almost angelic-looking from your perspective.

"Get up." Bosch said. 

Momentarily dazed, all you could let out was "Am I in heaven?"

"You wish." he scoffed, extending a hand to help you to your feet. "Come on. We're not done yet."

Groaning, you accepted his hand, allowing him to pull you up. "Fine, but don't be so rough, my bones are starting to creak." You extend your arms in front of you, interlocking your fingers, and pressing your palms away from your body. Feeling the stretch travel from your fingertips and down your arms.

Bosch allowed you to get back into position, placing his hands on his hips. "You can take it. As long as you learn to stay on your feet."

Halting your stretch, you said "Oh? You have a lot of attitude for someone who couldn't break out of a headlock for a demonstration." A playful glint in your eye. "How embarrassing. Coach's new girlfriend saw everything too."

"As embarrassing as you getting eliminated in the novice league?" he replied, raising a brow.

Bosch caught your roundhouse kick, and trapped your leg under his arm. 

He pulled you closer by applying pressure on your knee, forcing you to bend it in. So when he was face to face with you, he muttered "Gullible." before he swept your other leg and sent you to the floor. 

Again.

"Work on your balance, Sweetheart."

suicidal idol-ecstacy (slowed)

[ruthlesscore]

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.

[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.

[rh-leon]

oh he's fruity

[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]

Bosch x Reader

Omg everyone, you all have to check out this Bosch x Reader fic on AO3. It’s so good 😩.

I’ve been so busy writing, I barely even noticed this banger. Please give them some love over there because they’re super sweet and they’re an amazing writer❤️

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Thoughts?...

Would anyone be down if I added people into the Street Fighter universe who are not canon, they are strictly characters that appear in Buckler's boot camp. I know in the canon world tour story, we meet Bosch for a day and it spiraled into a full-blown friendship out of nowhere.

But I at least try to drag the story out in my Bosch x reader fics so there's more time for them to actually have a relationship before they go their separate ways. The time frame is probably 1-2 years.

I was thinking in the 1-2 year time frame, Bosch and you would have probably made a couple of friends in the camp. And realistically the both of you wouldn't be the only ones talking to each other all the time.

So how would you all feel if I started to add new characters in future fanfics, or should I not do it. Here are the characters that I'm thinking of adding :

Kali- She is an eager new face who decided to join Buckler's boot camp because she saw how cool you looked on Footube. Kali always had an affinity for street fighting, but seeing you take down opponents twice your size really reeled it in for her. She wants to train under you because you have a unique blend of fighting styles. similar to how Sakura idolizes Ryu.

Javi/Javier- He's a more laid-back fighter who doesn't take anything too seriously. You can find him napping on a bench or outside the training mats. He's the kind of guy you see in college where he shows up but sleeps through the entire class. The funny thing is, he's a really good fighter that lays you and bosch on your ass more times than you can count. Too bad he's too lazy to do much and he likes to push people's buttons, so that's always fun. He occasionally partners with Bosch for intense sparring sessions.

Yi Cheng- He's a big, sweet fellow, who also participates in the Buckler's boot camp. Cheng’s not as serious as some people but he likes to work out with everyone, and share some of the snacks with other trainees. He's a super-friendly guy who likes to eat a lot. But he's happy and no one's complaining. He also helps out with his family's restaurant, Jumping Shrimp. He actually joined because of the high crime rate in the area and he doesn't want his parents to fall victim to a couple of thugs, so he wants to give them a sense of security. Cheng is the friendliest person you can meet at the gym.

These characters are more subdued because you and Bosch are the more intense ones in the gym. You both are there from almost morning to night, always preaching about wanting to be stronger. So naturally the both of you are rivals.

Thoughts on this? yes? no? maybe?

edit- Yeruo is traditionally a girl's name. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding everyone, it was poor research on my part. His name is going to be changed to Yi Cheng.

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Question…

Hi everyone! Sorry for not posting the past couple of days, the fic that I’m working on is going to be longer than the other ones so it’s going to take a moment. And the 3 characters I mentioned before are going to make their first appearances! Yay!

But there are going to be interactions that don’t include you, the reader, but they may refer to you, so it leads me to my question.

How do you guys want me to refer to you all?

"_____" , "Y/n" , Or do you want me to find other ways to get past using these options.

I try to avoid using "Y/n" because it takes me out of the story. but does anyone else have any other alternatives I could use?

Also I won’t be using a set name for mc in the x reader. Because it won’t be an x reader anymore.

[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.

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Might I have hcs of Bosch, Ed and Luke(or you can do one of them, if that's what you're comfortable with!) having a short s/o? My 4'11 ft ass thinks that hugging them would be like having them as heavy blankets <3

combining these two asks together! man, low 5ft, am i short? is 5'3 considered short? no one in the comments answer that. i will not be responding ( ; ω ; )

Bosch - 5'7 ft

Compared to Bosch, your height difference is relatively reasonable.

He's actually a lot more conscious about your height than you were and has an overwhelming urge to protect you because of it. 

The first time he noticed your height, was when you two were hauling large equipment around the gym. And you stubbornly huffed, saying you could help despite Coach’s warnings.

So now here you were, crumbling under the weight of the heavy machinery. 

“Lift it higher, it’s slacking on your side.” He said, adjusting his grip in case it spontaneously fell. 

“This is literally the highest my arms can reach.” 

Safe to say, he doesn’t let you get near the equipment room after it came crashing down on your feet. 

Whenever you talk to him, he glances at the top of your head before shooting back down to your eyes.

And one time mid-conversation he reached down to pat it. 

You were just so...tiny.

But he snapped out of his thoughts and pulled his hand back embarrassingly after he realized what he had done. Please don't ask him about it because he didn’t know why he did that either.

Bosch thinks the biggest problem he’s encountered regarding your height, had to be moving through large crowds. Mostly because he lost you a couple of times due to how easily you blended in with everyone else.

He even makes sure to hold your hand when walking in front of you, so you don't get pushed apart.

He does give you more leeway than other people due to your height.

Like when you mess up something of his or accidentally wear his gym clothes.

Bosch isn't too tolerant of most people but he won't be as harsh on you.

And if someone brought it up to him, he just shrugs and says "So?" 

But regardless of it all, Bosch is still the small spoon in bed. 

He likes the feeling of being cradled in your arms, as he pulls you closer, with his hands linked around your torso. He finds comfort in you all the same, but now there's a hint of protectiveness that comes with it.

Ed - 6 ft

Ed honestly thought you were a kid when you first approached him and he told you to run back to your parents because he wasn't in the mood to babysit you.

So yeah, he knows firsthand how people see you.

That whole thing, about losing you in a crowd doesn't happen because you two would never be caught in one in the first place.

Partly because he hates being in them and no crowds of people ever formed at night.

Although he doesn't constantly make jokes at your expense, he does tease you about it every once in a while. Like when you stand on your tiptoes in an attempt to kiss him.

And instead of giving in to your whims, he'll sit back and watch you struggle.

"Need something?"

Ed knows what you're trying to do, he's just being a dick about it. He wants to see how long you'll drag this out before he finally relents.

He hates to be the one to say it, but you need to work on your intimidation. No one's going to take you seriously because of your height. 

But that's completely different than when he sees people babying you because he'll shut that shit down immediately.

Calls you 'cute' nicknames like Runt, Maus, and Half-Pint.

Ok, maybe they're not that cute, but he doesn't give many people nicknames. So…yay?

Your height, in a sense, does make you appear younger. 

And he finds it funny when Bar owners ID the group because he knows they're trying to single you out. 

Most of his clothes are big on you when you wear them, and his blankets/comforters practically bury you under their weight. You almost gave him a heart attack when he flopped down on his bed, only to hear a muffled squeak from under the covers. 

He looms over you like a threat when he sees people wandering too close. Yeah, you can pack a punch, but it still gnaws at him how easily someone could snatch you up. So you need to be in his line of sight whenever you're hanging out with him.

He may be a bit paranoid but that's because he cares, believe it or not.

Luke - 6'1 ft

If you didn't know you were short before, Luke would've 100% told you that you were.

The first time he considered your height to be an issue was when he saw you struggling to close your fist. He lent you some of his old wraps, so you don’t mess up your hands and land yourself in the ER. 

But when you couldn't throw a proper punch, he undid them, thinking you wrapped it all wrong.

Turns out his hands were much bigger than yours. Much bigger. To the point it practically engulfed yours. So his wraps were close to useless since the extra fabric accumulated around your knuckles. 

He ended up buying you a new set to fit your hands better and taught you various ways to secure it so it doesn't slip off. 

It's just the small things like that he doesn't usually think twice about, that he now has to consider.

He would also have to adjust the equipment in the gym so it's leveled with your height.

Wouldn't want his top student falling behind, now would he?

Loves the way his clothes engulf your form when he drapes them on you. And laughs at how you're practically drowning in it.

Don't be fooled. Even though he's your coach, he's your boyfriend first. So he's not above making comments about your height. "Woah, Didn't see you down there." , "You should drink more milk, I heard it's good for your bones."

Hey, don't get so defensive now. He was just messing with you.

He'll wrap his arms around your waist and hoist you up. Your cute surprised reactions are enough for him to pepper your face with kisses.

Luke is the kind of guy who, if you ask for help to reach something on a shelf, will take it and put it on a higher one. If not, he would hold it over your head and ask for a kiss before he handed it over to you.

All in all, your height is one of the many reasons he adores you and he wouldn't want to change a thing about it.

Jamie - 5'9 ft

Being short around this guy should be written off as a form of corporal punishment, especially for the hell he's going to put you through as long as you're with him.

He's not even the tallest one of the bunch, but he definitely acts like it.

Jamie has an unlimited supply of short names ranging from Ankle-Biter to Short-Stuff. All of which were intended to piss you off.

Occasionally, this guy would scoop you up, saying how cute and tiny you were.

He uses your shoulder as an armrest when leaning on you and laughs if you make a fuss about it.

During the Lunar New Year, the festivities in Hong Hu Lu partied well into the night. Meaning, most of the seats available for the public were being used by the partygoers.

Wanting to find a place to enjoy your food, you asked Jamie if you could use the chair he was sitting on. 

And with a shit-eating grin, he tells you no, but you could sit on his lap for the time being.

Watch out because he'll randomly pinch your cheeks mid-conversation. 

Jamie purposely takes pictures of you from the top to show you how you look from his POV.

Because of your short stature, he gives you piggyback rides back to your apartment whenever you fall asleep beside him.

It's all fun and games when it's just you and him because you know he's not actively trying to hurt your feelings. 

But he doesn't take too kindly to those who think they can comment on your height.

Hypocrite, he knows, but that's because he's your boyfriend so he gets a pass. Not so much other people.

Overall a teasing boyfriend, but in his opinion, your height is definitely one of the best qualities about you.

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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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Orange peel theory

requesting your partner if they would peel an orange for you.

my opinions that I feel strongly about

Luke 

This guy would do it, no questions asked. And present you with the final product. A walking green flag.

Jamie

When you ask Jamie peel an orange. He’ll take it, peel it, and proceed to eat the whole thing in front of you.

Bosch

If you ask Bosch, he’ll say why can’t you do it. But before you could give him a proper response, he would take it anyway and start peeling it.

Chun-li

Not only would she peel it for you. She’ll take her time to make it look pretty too. No stray white bits or punctures in the skin of the orange.

Juri

Asking Juri to peel an orange for you can go one of three ways. She might take it and crush it between her fingers, only for her to drop it at your feet. If not, she’ll ask what she would get in return. Or she’ll say no and to do it yourself. 

Ken

I feel like Ken would peel the orange no problem, but he’ll definitely take half of it for himself and give you the other half.

Ryu

He would also wordlessly peel the orange and give it back to you. Ryu would peel it at the top and move in a circular motion all the way to the bottom, leaving a spiral peel. He won’t make it look super neat but you’ll get a peeled orange with no complaints.

Kimberly 

When you ask Kimberly to peel it, she’ll do it without a second thought and asks if you are willing to share with her.

Marisa

Only one? She can do ten more. Not only that, if you’re still hungry, she’ll have a big feast for your next meal. Saying it’s good for you to get stronger!

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2 year 'Hiatus'

(long post/rambling)

Hello everyone! The day's finally come for me to start my 2-year hiatus.

I'll be starting school tomorrow, July 1st, from 8am - 5pm Mon-Fri. (Full time). So there won't be many opportunities for me to keep constantly posting here all the time.

I want to personally thank you all for welcoming me into the Street Fighter fandom and for taking the time out of your day to interact with my blog.

I never thought I would become a fanfic writer again after so many years of not writing and to meet so many of you throughout my stay here.

With my first fic, Mount, I was nervous about people not caring about it and for it to be lost in the Street Fighter algorithm because I joined the fandom so late. (March 2024). And originally, I planned to make that my only fanfic and call it a day. But after I got my first comment I was over the moon.

Then slowly I had people liking and following this side blog where I dumped all my random reblogs on. And that's when I realized, there were people still out there loving these characters as much as I did despite the slow traction on the street fighter dash.

So that's when I decided to make this random side blog into a SF6 fanfic blog.

I started to write strictly Bosch x Reader's in the beginning because he was the reason why I joined this space in the first place. Then I wrote for Luke, then Poison, then Ed, then Jamie, then at last Chun-Li. I learned to love characters that I first didn't give a second thought about and I learned more info. about some SF characters I wasn't aware of before.

Then my blog went from 0 followers to 38! Holy smokes, 38 people really cared enough to follow and read my ramblings? That's crazy. I never even expected to have 1 follower much less 38.

My favorite part about writing for this fandom was interacting with everyone in the comment section/reblogs. I enjoy talking to you all and writing silly blurbs whenever we get too into the hcs. Really, it makes my day better when I see people commenting and giving love to my works.

And to be 100% honest with you all, I was originally going to start including a lot more X Fem!Reader Inserts because I am a Cis Woman who never wrote for any other genders but Fem! ones. But seeing how little fanfics there were, I thought it would be unfair for me to exclude the other side of the SF6 fandom that wouldn't be able to enjoy any reader inserts because of their gender.

So I'm glad I didn't go that route because I got to find ways to be more inclusive in my writings without mentioning the reader's Skin/Gender/Appearance in any of them and to keep them gender-neutral.

And as a reminder, this blog is the first time for me to write this way, so if you guys think that some of my works sound Fem! based please tell me so I could fix it. Because the last thing I want is for people to tell me I'm more biased for my female audience.

I don't know If you guys knew this, but it kinda broke my heart when I found out I was accepted to this school. Granted, I've been trying to get in for 4 years.

But I honestly didn't think I would've gotten in this year because I thought I bombed my 5-panel interview with the school and they only accepted the top 25 people in my area.

I even started to make plans to work a full-time job somewhere else, take Muay Thai classes, write more fics, and give up on my dreams of ever becoming an X-ray tech. But then I got a phone call on my birthday saying I made it in!

I was overwhelmed with happiness for all my efforts getting into this school after so long. I felt like I was running behind all my peers who already graduated and got their careers started compared to me. But now I get to finally start mine and do what I've always wanted to do and to help people.

Then, I was hit with a wave of sadness because I barely dipped my toes into the Street Fighter fandom and now I'm already leaving. All my ideas for future fics, including the ones rotting in my drafts, may never see the light of day. I was really sad for everything to come to an abrupt end for something that barely even started.

What's going to happen to this blog?

To be frank with you all, I still REALLY want to post SF fics but I know that it probably won't be possible with my schedule for the next 2 years.

I do get a 1-2 week break every 3 months for my school so y'all might see something pop up in the SF6 feed every once in a while. I’ll mostly be writing on my terms and I won’t be answering anyone’s asks. But it's not guaranteed you will.

Plus, I bought the game, so it's not like I'm just gonna drop SF6 out of my life completely. I'll post things here and there that are not fics and maybe tiny drabbles in my free time but it's still up in the air if I will. You'll see me being active on here but not in the same way that you usually do.

Now that I'm transitioning to going to school full-time, I'm nervous about what's to come out of everything, since I've been looking forward to this day since I graduated high school.

I also want to thank you all for sending your requests in. They helped me learn where my writing was strongest and where I needed to improve.

I tried to get through all of your asks as best as I could but I believe there are 2 left in my inbox as of now. I’m sorry I wasn’t the best at being consistent and I hope to get those out as soon as I can.

Thank you all again, for making my time here memorable and I hope to keep posting more SF6 content in the future.

And please continue to support other fanfic writers in the Street Fighter fandom like:

@ruthlesscore

@chqolan

@randobisexual

@luvlyycy

@cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme

@scarletcoral13

@rosewood-writes-and-reviews

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👋🏻 can I get some ed or bosch and their culture shock of the club life due to their s/o brought them to the club? All the scandalous dancing, bumping and grinding, twerking, the lights making everything feel sexy, and the provocative music.

they can be a poly or a individual hcs

tysm, anon!👋🏻

This is gonna be Bosch centered. I do have some Ed headcanons but they aren't going to be extensive, just small blurbs. and to be completely transparent with u all, I’ve never been to a club so take this with a grain of salt.

Bosch 

If you want more of a culture shock aspect, Bosch would be a better candidate.

Mostly because nightclubs are considered more modern than what’s available in Nayshall. 

And he already had too much on his plate to ever think about going to them.

It’s not like he was completely clueless, he’s seen the crowd of people lining up outside every time he walked home.

And he saw the excitement on their faces as the thumping music reverberated through the walls. 

So he’s somewhat familiar with what it could be, but it was never something that piqued his interest.

Of course, that is, until you found out and promptly dragged him to one.

The inside was just as loud as he expected and the artificial lights were practically seared at the back of his retinas. 

People were rubbing shoulder to shoulder on the dance floor but they seemed too in the moment to care.

"What do you think?" you asked.

"It's... loud." Bosch looked around, taking everything in, “I don’t see the point of this. We could be training instead.”

You rolled your eyes. “We train every day. Let’s just have fun for tonight. But we should get something to drink first." You said leading him through the crowd towards the bar. 

“Bosch, do you drink?” 

“Alcohol? No, not at all.”

“Oh, is it for personal reasons or health?”

“Religious.” He replied.

“That’s cool. Then maybe we can get something non-alcoholic to celebrate going to your first club.”

You ordered some mocktails and handed one to him. 

“To new experiences,” You toasted, clinking your glass against his and chugging the drink.

“…To new experiences.” He took a small sip, then a bigger one, finding the taste sweeter than he expected. 

The club was much more lively than what he was used to seeing and he couldn’t help but to advert his eyes from the moving bodies. He could feel everything tenfold with the provocative music playing in the background and the lack of personal space the club provided.

“Are you ready?" Your voice broke through his thoughts.

“Huh, for what?”

“To dance, Silly.”

Bosch sputtered in surprise. "Wait, we're gonna dance?"

"Of course! What did you think we were going to do?" you laughed.

Bosch looked around at the people dancing, then back at you. "I don't know... stand around and listen to music?"

You shook your head, "No way! You have to experience the full club scene to get the most out of your tonight. Come on!" He quickly downed his drink before you dragged him along.

As you two moved away from the bar, you pulled Bosch onto the dance floor. The crowd pulsed with the rhythm of the music and you started to sway to the beat. Bosch watched you, feeling out of his element, before slowly moving with you, trying to match your rhythm.

You leaned close to him, voice barely audible over the pounding music. "Just relax and have fun, okay? Tonight is about us."

He gradually started to loosen up as you nudged him to move to the beat. 

Your movements were graceful and fluid while Bosch, on the other hand, was stiff and shy. He can feel the heat coming from every angle, slowly closing in on his body and pressing against yours. 

 "You're doing great," You said, beaming at him. "See? It's not so bad."

Bosch chuckled, his demeanor softening. "Yeah, it's not terrible."

As the night wore on, the club started to quiet down and the energetic music transitioned into a slower, intimate one. The crowd thinned out, leaving only a handful of people swaying on the dance floor.

The music enveloped you both in a light tune as you wrapped your arms around Bosch's neck, pulling him closer. His hands settled on your hips, and you began to sway together, moving in sync. The slow dance felt natural, with your body against his, fitting together seamlessly.

"I’m surprised, you're a quick learner," you said, starting to feel tired after today's events.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against your ear, "It's cause I have a good teacher."

His words sent shivers down your spine as you buried your face against his shoulder in embarrassment.

"Thanks for coming with me," you said softly. "I know this isn't really your scene, but I still wanted to go with you."

"It’s nothing, I'm glad I came," he hummed. "It's nice to do something different for a change. And it's nice to see you so happy."

“See me happy? What about you? Are you happy?"

“I am. And I’m glad that I get to hang out with you before you disappear again.”

“I don’t think I was gone for that long.”  You pulled away from him to get a better look at his face.

“Oh really?” Bosch said, with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Before yesterday, when was the last time you dropped by the gym?”

“Like, one, two weeks ago?” 

“Three. It was three weeks ago.”

You laughed, feeling a bit guilty. "Okay, maybe I've been a bit distracted."

He raised a brow, lips curving into a small smile. “Just a bit?”

You sighed, resting your forehead against his chest. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize it had been that long. Ryu’s training had been more intensive than I expected."

His arms tightened around you, a hand rubbing soothing circles along your back. "I get it. You want to get stronger, and he's an amazing teacher. Just don't forget about the people waiting for you to come back home, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a warmth bubble up in your chest, "I won't. I promise."

"Good. Because I missed you." He said, resting his forehead against yours.

A smile spread across your face as you leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. The world around you seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of you wrapped in each other's arms.

"I missed you too, Bosch."

He chuckled softly, his breath mingling with yours. "No more disappearing acts, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. "Deal."

In his opinion, the club wasn’t a terrible experience but he honestly didn’t go because he wanted to see the inside of it, he went because he wanted to stay with you just a little longer.

Ed 

Personally, I don’t think Ed would have much of a culture shock because he already knew what clubs are, long before you.

He has a general idea of what goes down, mostly because he’d met some sketchy people lurking there while roaming around with Balrog for odd jobs. 

He could recall them being super loud and cramped to the brim with sweaty people. 

You know that comment when he said he hated being in large crowds, the club is no exception. 

And if he was ever dragged to one, he stayed in the corner of the room with his back against the wall and crowd watch, hoping no one approached him. 

And listen, hanging out with his buds and having a couple of drinks is cool n’ all. But why does it have to be at a club? It gets hot. it’s expensive, and it’s a hub for creeps to sneak something into your drink.

So yeah, they’re usually a hard pass for him.

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Companionship in Street Fighter

The most interesting concept in Street Fighter 6 that I really liked was companionship. Every character is connected in one way or another, and most are symbolic of Ken and Ryu's relationship over the years.

Ken and Ryu were always the faces of Street Fighter since the beginning and their friendship/rivalry was something capcom really took into consideration when pushing SF6 out. Ken, Chun-li, and Ryu are getting older but they have a lasting impact on Capcom as a whole.

SF6 now has a roster of fighters that are connected to each other from old to new relationships.

Kimberly and Dee Jay, Marisa and Zangief, Blanka and Lily, Chun-li and Li-fen etc.

Even the Player has a rival/friendship with someone in the Street Fighter Universe.

Although Bosch seems like a character that gets sidelined within the first hour of the game, I do think that Bosch and the Player do have a significant connection.

When talking to our Masters, I find it interesting how often Bosch comes up in conversation.

Granted Player is the one bringing him up, but I found this interaction with Dhalsim fascinating.

Dhalsim: Create a fist within your heart.

Dhalsim: Good. Allow me to pose a question to you. What lies beyond that fist?

Dhalsim: I see. This is your friend...or perhaps a mortal foe?

Dhalsim: Forget what you saw.

Dhalsim: You wish to transcend the shadow, yet it remains inextricably linked to you.

Dhalsim: it is up to you to interpret its significance.

The Player brings up Bosch a lot in conversations that aren't about him, and it's got me thinking, does Bosch even care about the Player to that extent too?

We never see his perspective throughout the story so we could only assume as much.

He trusted the Player enough to give them a SIM card before he was taken. Maybe to tell them, "If anything happened to me, this is how you can find Kalima and the Resistance."

And he tried many times to scare the Player off so they wouldn't enter the Suval'hal tournament. Where he would've activated the championship belt to kill himself and JP.

But when the Player found out Cardboard combatant was him all along, he said "If you've come this far, I want you to watch me finish this fight." The fight between the Resistance and JP.

Bosch even asked the Player if you can give Yua his bangle and tell her that he's dead, he says "You're the only one I can count on."

Bosch also chose to go to the Player when his body was reaching its limit as a warning if things go south. That he may not recognize them in the arena.

And at the end of the post-credit cutscene, Bosch is wearing the matching hat that he and you got when visiting Metro City.

In the end, Bosch's hair is shaved so I can assume it's to keep people from recognizing him and a low profile.

In fiction, it could symbolize character growth and a break from the past. But paired with his matching hat, which he mentioned was cringy, he is still linked to you, the Player. Just as Dhalsim said.

Side note on what Ken says about Ryu:

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Height reference