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Teddiursa, the Little Bear Pokemon

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[ruthlesscore]

WE FUCKING WINNNNNN!!!!

BOSCH NATION RISE! RISE! RISE!

So we get 3 new original characters!

Yasmine is the first ever Filipino character in SF! She has a Kali Blade!

Arjun seems to be a grappler in India! I really like his beard! (according to the wiki, he is a former police offer and currently a murder suspect. daddy potential?👀)

BOSCCCCCH!' 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 MY MANNNNNN!

And finally we got Tifa! I don't know anything from Final Fantasy but my friends seem excited!

[ruthlesscore]

I JUST FINISHED INGRID'S STORYLINE IN SF6 BOSCH NATION WE FUCKING WON!!!

[ruthlesscore]

STREET FIGHTER MASTERLIST

JP as a Father - “ Hardheaded “

Meet The Father - Guile HCS

Ed x Hacker!Reader - Meeting Ed

Bosch x Reader - “ Hot and Cold “

AKI x Reader - “ Bubble of Toxin “

Manon x Deejay(Platonic) - “ Reggae and Judo “

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[ruthlesscore]

Can you do somthing related to Deejay and Manon just... hanging out? As friends? I always thought it was pretty funny they're mutuals on Instagram and I want to see their dynamic get expanded upon. Like, I see them hanging out at clubs or maybe even making music together. Sorry if this request might be a bit strage ^^;;

Reggae and Judo

paring: Manon x Deejay (Platonic)

summary: A series of platonic headcanons for Manon and Deejay.

word count: 475

author's note: Thank you for requesting! Wrote on June 1st, 2025

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

Deejay and Mano have been mutuals on Instagram for a few years. Deejay, his handle being "imdeejay", sometimes shares sneak peeks of his latest song or albums.

Manon, her handle being "manon_legrand", posts delicious food that only people in her tax bracket can afford, behind-the-scenes modeling shots, and snippets of her training in martial arts. The two genuinely admire the variety of interests the other has.

Manon and Deejay typically leave compliments under each others posts. Some compliments, some jokes, some simple heart emojis. Deejay shows up in Manon's stories sometimes. He's usually posing in some gaudy outfit Manon picked out. It isn't necessarily a photo shoot, but Manon sure will make it seem like that.

Deejay is a fan of group chats. He just loves being in the chat with Kimberly, Marrisa, Luke, and occasionally Manon.

Due to Manon being so busy, she isn't really active in the groupchat or social media. Not that the chat as a problem with it.

Sometimes the one would fly the other out, first class, to their location just to hang out. If Deejay is flying Manon out, then she is flown out in first class on the best airline in that area. If Manon is flying Deejay out, then he's on her private jet.

Manon is usually in a European country, modeling and whatnot. Her and Deejay always dine the finest food in the area, the two would always fight about who picks up the check. Manon would pull Deejay into at least one modeling gig, which is why she doesn't often fly him out.

Deejay, on the other hand, typically is in warmer climates. When Manon is around, they usually hit up the beach, a random promenade, and some shops. Deejay loves enjoys driving his friend around in his drop top with the speakers blasting.

On the night of his concerts, Deejay would constantly text Manon and make sure her view is pretty good. Once on stage, Deejay would act the same as usual when he preforms. After the show, however, is when things get a little fun.

A she followed the V.I.P. audience backstage after the show, Manon fluffed up her pink, fur jacket. She saw how the crowed stood behind the line of security that desprately tried to keep them at a safe distance away from Deejay. Manon walked right by the crowd and security as she apporached her friend with a slow clap.

"The show was absolument divin. You truly outdid yourself."

"I'm glad you enjoyed the show, 'Mon!"

Manon, moving a strand of hair from her shoulder.

"Why not an after-show decompress? I'm sure I know a very effective method."

The model then got in her typical fighting position.

"Why not get tossed around, mon amie?"

"A little Judo and Kickboxing sesh? Count me in! Let's kick it to the 'Maximum', baby!"

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

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 Jaime, 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

[ruthlesscore]

Ik it may not look like I'm very active while writing, I am! I'm just waiting for more requests so I can release them all together!

I will miss orange, truly! They literally got me back into writing and street fighters in general.

Best of luck to them and good luck!

[ruthlesscore]

hi, hey, and hello!

I saw your stuff for ed and thought it was pretty neat! (It also kinda inspired me to ask you this request)

Whenever you get the chance could you maybe write something for A.K.I?

i just wanna see one of my fav sf6 characters in action!

A.K.I x Reader - Bubble of Toxin

- Thank you so much for requesting! Just like the last two posts, I've been planning an A.K.I related post! I really hope you enjoy this. I had fun writing it! -

- I had trouble trying to keep A.K.I in character, sorry about that! -

- The only way I can see A.K.I being with someone, and getting over her feelings of F.A.N.G Fei, is for her to relate to someone on a personal level. You feel? -

You come from a prestigious family. You're family is strange and keeps too many secrets. One being what you inherited from your father, which he gets from his mother: poison immunity. Who knows how this generational trait started, but you do know you have a special type of poison immunity, a genetic mutation, that the rest of your blood relatives don't: you are immune to more than one type of poison, which is nice considering everyone else is immune to only one type. Venom, plants, metals, bug bites, snake bites, carbon monoxide, and mushrooms. Due to this, you were really reckless as a teenager. You constantly got into fights and trouble with the law. When you turned of age you received a job offering that set you straight. No more street rat BS, and no more fighting just to roughen your hands up a bit.

You were an interpool anget.. and a self proclaimed culinary anthropologist, so you have to act like you have some sort of dignity. You go from place to place eating food, researching the ways human culture engage with food in a complex social and cultural way, and kicking ass for a just cause.

You've been all over the world, all except China. It's not like you don't like China, no not at all. It's more like there's more talented agents in the area, like Chun-Li, that are more qualified for the job than you! ... until you received a call from the commissioner. He asked if you could deliver something important to a personnel in Hong Kong. Of course you accept and head down there immediately.

Once you arrive, you head right for the rendezvous point in Tian Hong Yuan and handed off the package to the personnel. Now that Interpool work is done, you can finally get to what you like best, eating. Heading for the nearest food stand, with your yuan in your hand, you feast your eyes on some Kung Pao Chicken. After paying the vendor, you were heading to find somewhere to sit. Before you even reached a seat, a random bystander shouted.

"Someone just fainted!"

You turn your attention to the crowd forming. Now, you weren't a doctor or anything, but you were an Interpool agent! It's pretty much your job to help, right? You rush over to the crowd, pushing people out the way. The man who collapsed on the ground had a small pouch in his half opened hand. His body seemed to be screaming in pain. He groaned as if he couldn't move.

"Time to work. Time to work."

You look up to see a woman with a style you've never seen before. She works her way through the paniced crowd and to the man.

"You thought I had money in there? Oh, that's just my delicious poison!"

You think she talks funny. Her dialect is a bit childish for her age. She pokes at the mans chest with her claw like gauntlets.

"When inhaled, coriamyrtin blocks the gamma-aminobuytyrix acid receptors in the central nervous system, causing spasmodic muscle contractions... Time to put you out of your misery."

Misery? This lady is going to kill that man! You scarf down the rest of your Kung Pao Chicken before setting the disk down on a nearby table. You grab the lady's hand gently before pushing her off of the man with a push of her shoulder.

"You cannot take an innocent man's life!"

The woman clicks her tongue and looks at you with a shocked face.

"Ah, but he stole from me."

"Even so! You can't just flat out murder someone on the street!"

After a pause..

"Hm? Is that so?"

The lady stands up and shakes her head. She stands in a way that you can only assume she wishes to engage in a street fight with you, and you comply without another word. You stand in your typical fighting stance stance.

After a tough and fierce battle with the mysterious woman, you emerge victorious. The woman could only glare at you before tapping the poor man on the forehead, cleansing him of the poison he was tainted with. The woman grabed her pouch and left, and you hope you'd never see her again.

The next morning, you're down at the Nan Lian Garden. Since you were finish with your mission already, you might as well spend the rest of the trip eating and exploring, right? While walking along the path, you pass regular civilians. Once you hit that corner, you saw her again. That woman from yesterday. You couldn't help but to glare. An old man stood next to you.

"Hm? Are you looking at Aki dài fu?"

You turn to him.

"The doctor? Her? The woman in the black cheongsam?"

"Yes, her. She's a traveling doctor and very kind to the elderly. Be sure to say hi when you walk past her."

The old man his headed his way, levaing you alone... So her name is Aki? You take that bit of information with you as you continue down the path. You see Aki staring into the water from the bridge. You slowly walk past her, your street rat ways slowly pushed itself back into your head.

"Still trying to kill innocent civilians, Aki?"

She doesn't even turn to look at you. She just rolls her shoulders.

"Yesterday, when we fought, my poisons didn't work on you."

You stood next to her on the bridge, looking down into the water with her.

"And your poisons never will."

"How annoying."

"You wanna go?"

It felt like the two of you were standing there for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes. The wind gently blew through your hair.

"____."

"Shishishi.. Don't go telling strangers your name. You don't know what I might do with it."

You just rolled your eyes. You turned to look at her.

"That thing. How'd you make that bubble you made? To make a toxin like that in such a short time is mad."

"Mad? I have built up an impressive resistance to neurotoxins. All because of my impressive master, F.A.N.G Fei!"

Who? Damn, you didn't even care. This lady was a straight lunatic and a possible threat to people's lives. As she went on and on about how great her master was, you began to wonder how far does her resistance goes. She said she built it up, but yours is due to a genetic mutation. As you drowned her words out, you couldn't help but to think that you finally found someone outside the family with a resistance to poison. Even if hers is built up.

"It's a family thing."

You stated, cutting her off.

"Every blood relative on the old man's side has an immunity to poison. The type of poison varies from person to person."

Aki just looked at you. Her lips drawn in a straight line.

"Really? I've never heard of it being a genetic trait. Interesting."

She sticks her hand up and the nails got longer and sharper.

"I should take a blood sample. Hold still ____."

"Huh?!"

Aki's lips curled into a smile.

"Kidding, shishishi!"

After awhile, you decide to head back to the place you were staying. Maybe the doctor isn't so bad.

Now, you were a traveling agent, and Aki stationed herself in China. It wasn't long before you had to leave and continue your work elsewhere. When you did leave, you thought about her and the way she talked about poisons. You went 4 entire months without talking to her before heading back to China for some more cultural experiences. You met her in the same spot in Tian Hong Yuan around midnight. She wasn't surprised to see you. You invited her to grab a meal with you, asking her for recommendations. You didn't know her life outside the bubble of toxin, and she didn't know yours. The meal was so good that you decided to get some food with her the next time you saw each other. Of course, Aki said if you win in a street fight against her, she'll pay for the meal.

It's became routine for the two of you. Grabbing food everytime you see each other, talking about your interests, consuming different poisons, and street fighting. You two enjoy your meals so much, it's starting to feel like dates. Oh, and Aki's smile is so sweet. Even if she constantly finds joy in morbid things, if she's happy, then it's fine. Aki blushes when she laughs at your shortcomings. Oh, when you smile at her, her shoulders loosen up, her hands place neatly on her chest, and her eyes widen in awe. Then she scratches you straight in the face, screaming about how annoying you are, calling you a rat and other things as she storms off. You started to think she had a crush on you at one point. At the end of your 4th meal together, you asked to exchange phone numbers.

At some point, it became mandatory to call Aki once a week and talk for 10 minutes or more. She seems to be enjoying your company more and more.

Now, Aki isn't one for physical person outside from her master, but she picked up the habit of sizing you up followed by a light kick of the shins when she sees you. She says that youre a small mouse and she's a snake.

Once she gets even more comfortable with you she'll introduce you to F.A.N.G. She gave you fair warning that if you attempt to hurt him, she will murder you.

If F.A.N.G. likes you, Aki will become very cuddly around you. If he doesn't, you will die.

Aki has no intention of learning about your occupation outside of culinary antropology, and you don't care for hers outside of her medical practice. As long as you keep your nose out of her business, everything will be fine. As for distance, it doesn't bother her, but she wants to see you in person at least once a month.

You two don't have a formal title to your relationship, but it's clear to everyone that something is going on.

You just want this delusion to last forever. To be at peace with Aki and to hold her in your arms.

"But the spider will eat the butterfly eventually."

[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.

[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.

[ruthlesscore]

hello !

i’ve been enjoying your writing for sf6 lately, and i was wondering if you’d be able to write anything for ed?

i don’t have any specific scenario, but can it be with an x reader insert? haha i’m just craving any sort of ed content tbh

thanks !

Ed x Hacker!Reader - Meeting Ed

- This is my first request for SF6! I was already planning on making a Ed related post so this is like killing two birds with one stone! I hope you enjoy! <3 -

You weren't a Street Fighter. You had more brains than those ruffians that go around beating up anything that moves. As an intellectual, you're enrolled in college to peruse your dream in technology. You had friends here and there, like Li-Fen, who lived in Chinatown, and some people who worked in SiRN.

You were from a working class household, only 23, constantly having to pay off your tuition. You didn't have money to afford food sometimes. You started picking up part-time jobs, some were odd, others were impractical. They never lasted long. You frequently got fired for being late or sleeping on the job. Your excuse?

"School's got me brunt out. I'm sorry, it won't happen again!"

and it didn't happen again because now youre jobless. Sitting at home, rotting away in front of your computer, you decided you needed a new job and fast. Something more practical that didn't require you to leave the comfort of your dorm.

You serached for a week or so before coming across this group called Neo Shadoloo. You've heard about Shadoloo from your many conversations with Li-Fen. The experiments they conducted on innocent children disgust you. You were glad they were gone. But if Shadoloo was gone, who the was Neo Shadoloo?

Adding the phone number to your contacts, you messaged the individual names Ed.

I saw the flyer for Neo Shadaloo. You guys hiring?

You got a response almost immediately.

Hell yeah we are. You gotta have some sort of experience in tech. You a hacker? You legit?

Yeah. What do you need done?

Just getting information from certain databases. Anything about Shadaloo, M. Bison, the experiments, or where the remnants might be. I'll send the pay to you later.

And that's the day you started cyber attacks for this strange organization. At first, you felt guilty about this. Then you were uncertain about the job because what you were doing was illegal. But then you looked at the pay and god DAMN. Who cares about morals when this shady organization is sending you 700 zenny per task.

After your first couple of jobs, Ed started to message you about things outside of work, like the history of Shadaloo, sightseeing in Metro, your studies at university, and personal philosophies. Sometimes, when you're up at night, you'd receive a text from him. You don't know if it was because he was under the influence, or that men usually act this way past 10, but he would send messages that were so strange. You couldn't tell if he was flirting or he was telling a bad joke.

You single? Of course you are. Nobody born in the shitty ass city will treat you right.

Ed, what the hell are you talking about?

You like Bratwurst? Ever had one? I could give you one.

Please go to sleep, Ed.

Only if you're sleeping with me.

Promise you'll make me breakfast in the morning?

Yeah, you're delirious. Gtb, ____.

You didn't know him personally, so the meaning is still up for grabs. The morning after these messages, Ed wouldn't even bring it up, if anything, he was avoiding it. Maybe he was under the influence.

After working for Neo Shadaloo for about 3 months, constantly messaging Ed and feeding into his nightly banter, you received a message from Ed.

Hey. I need you to come pick something up from me. It's a hard drive we need decoded. I'll be at the station at Beat Square tonight. Pull through.

You didn't even answer the message. You put your shoes on and headed out the door that night. Of course you were carrying your handy-dandy knife, as you were no fan of fighting. Hopefully no one tries to mug you or something. Heading down into the station and getting onto the train, you ran into a problem. What the hell does Ed even look like? You've never seen a photo of him and he's never seen you. How are you going to meet with someone you don't even know? Then there was a second problem, one running right towards you, a man and Shadaloo fighters.

The man held onto the overhead railing as the train shook. You lost your footing and fell onto the window. Groaning in a tinge of pain, you sit down. The man paid no attention to you. He looked at the Shadaloo fighters.

"Bring it on."

The Shadaloo fighters tried striking him. He dodged with boxer like reflexes. You silently watched the fight go down, completely dumbfounded by how brutal street fights were. God, it was disgusting. You get it, Shadaloo was a bad organization enabling bad behavior, but doing something as petty as strert fighting? Surely, there was a more mature, more intelligent way of handling affairs, right? With god like reflexes, the boxer hit all 3 of the Shadaloo fighters, knocking them to the ground. He managed to maintain his footing, even though the train was moving so unsteadily.

All of a sudden a big fighter came out, pushing the smaller ones out of the way. You pull your knees up to your chest, hoping you'd appear so small that neither the blond boxer or the Shadaloo fighter wouldn't see you. The big one tries to grab the boxer when the train car shook. The boxer's fist was suddenly engulfed in purple flames. Punching the Shadaloo fighter to the other side of the car and using some sort of supernatural ability to pull the fighter back to him, he punched the fighter's face into the ground. There's no denying it. That was Ed and he was using Psycho Power. He didn't even look your way. Once the train stopped, he quickly got off.

Once you got off the train, you quickly looked around for him. You see him and hurriedly walked over to him. With your hood up and mask on, you stopped a few feet away from Ed and showed him your messages with him. He glanced at the message before taking the hard drive out.

"So you're ____, huh. Finally got to put a name to a face."

He looks you up and down.

"Still down for that Bratwurst?"

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If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

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DP bc i love my bear bear.😭

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Meet The Father - Guile HCS

You and your girlfriend, Chris, have been dating for 3 months. After having a conversation with Chris, (and her begging you not to) it was time to meet her father. You've heard her father was frequently away from home since he worked for the air force. For that, you were already well acquainted with her mother, Julia.

You pulled up to the familiar house in the suburbs. After parking your car in the front, you walked up to the door. You were wearing something casual since you were only having lunch with Chris. You rang the doorbell, rolling your shoulders a couple times to lessen the tension. Surely her father can't be that bad, right?

When the door opened, you saw what you thought was Uncle Sam's nephew. A tall man with funny looking blond hair, though, you dare not say so. He looked at you with a stern expression.

"You're my baby's partner? Hm.. The name's Guile. Refer to me as Colonel, scout."

You nod hesitantly. Guile seems so intense. No wonder Chris was so keen on you not meeting him. You enter the house, greeting Julia as you usual do.

When you greet Chris, she pulls you into a hug. As you attempt to kiss her cheek, you hear a deep "ahem." You look up and see Guile staring at you. Never did you think blue eyes would be so intimidating.

"Chris, go help your mother with lunch. Scout, why don't you take a seat."

The way he talked, he sure as hell wasn't asking you to. When you sat down, Guile stayed silent. You weren't sure what to say. You felt a drop of sweat roll down the back of your neck.

"What are your plans after high school? Joining the Military?"

"N-No, sir— I-uh mean Colonel. ahem. Colonel, I was actually planning on going into trade school, Auto Mechanic.."

"You don't look like the type."

Guile stuck his nose up. It's as if he expected nothing better from you. As the silence grew louder, the tension in the room grew as well. Your eyes were glued to the floor.

"How long you and Chris have been dating?"

"3 months, Colonel.."

"Your grades?"

"Straight B's.."

You heard Guile huff. You look at the man, watching him take his comb and combing through his hair. You tap your knees a couple time, rocking back and forth.

"So, you're in the air force. How do you like it?"

"I enjoy it, but I don't often fly anymore. I instruct the new cadets and what not. I would do anything for my country."

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After lunch and a mandatory jam-out with Chris, it was time for you to depart. You headed back to your car, her family watching you from the porch. Just before you opened the door, Guile spoke.

"Scout, do you street fight?"

Julia gasped.

"Honey, you said you wouldn't do this!"

Chris grabbed her father's arm.

"Dad, stop!"

You looked at Guile and slowly walked away from your car.

"In my spare time, yeah."

The corner of his mouth curled up into a approving smile. Checking his watch, he steped off the porch.

"Then let's get this mission started."

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JP as a Father - Hardheaded

-This will contain main story spoilers for street fighter 6 -

Do you think that the Johan Petrovich would care for his offspring? Especially when he didn't care for your mother? JP just needed a little stress relief and your mother was just a lady wanted to sleep with her boss, like in the stories. You just so happen to be the long term consequence of that night.

Naturally, you inherited his psycho power, so your mother moved far away into the corner of the lowlands. She didn't want you anywhere near that man.

At first, your mother didn't know what to do with your power, but you soon found work, cleaning up the sketchy individuals that lurked near your home, robbing them of all their zenny to feed you and your mother.

When you finally came of age, you moved out of your mother's small home and moved away from Nayshall. You wanted to be someone but who could you be? Of course, figuring out the history behind your strange ability is a must. If you didn't get it from your mother, you definitely got it from your father? Right? This type of stuff isn't even a birth defect, from what you've read.

Landing in Metro City, USA, you were excited to see a new city. You got an apartment and enrolled in Buckler's Security Services! You meet your trainer, Luke, and this fellow named Bosch. The way he dresses sure remind you a lot of home.

Going through the main story, trying to find your meaning of strength, Bosch suddenly going MIA, and people requesting help back to back, you somehow ended back where you started: Nayshall. Meeting Kalima and Rewancha and how they talked of a man named JP, you could feel your stomach curl. Something about how they described him, his power, made you think. Your mother always mentioned how she'd use to be an accountant for a large company. She always mentioned she made a big mistake and was protecting you from the danger. And she always said how much she knew you'd never listen to her.

Sneaking into the tournament arena to fix the championship belt, you could feel a lurking presence, a mean, a evil presence lurking around you. You couldn't put your finger on it.. When you reach for the belt, you heard a deep voice. Turning to the voice, you look up at a man. He introduces himself as Johan. Johan Petrovich.

"You're Johan Petrovich?"

He looks at you and nods. You clench your fist, purple fire envelopes it. You hold it up to him in an almost threatening stance.

"Then I will be the one who will take your life."

JP doesn't say anything. That look in your eyes says enough. You have his eyes. When you walk away from him, heading out the door, his voice reaches you.

"Tell your mother I said hello."

After the tournament, your fight with JP, and Bosch's death, you meet JP at the entrance of the arena. You can't help but to look at him with disgust. This man aggravates the fuck out of you, and not in the usual way. He doesn't even look your way when you approach.

"My child,"

"Who the hell you calling that?"

He shakes his head turns to you.

"Your mother was never much of a talker."

You felt your power hyperdrive your anger. You ball your fist, attempting to uppercut the taller male. He hit your hand away with his cane. Taking a large step back, you went into your usual fighting stance.

You stare at the man who just wants to see the end of the world, the man that terrorizes countries because life is meaningless and death is the goal, the man who killed your best friend and countless others, and you couldn't believe what he fixed his lips to say.

"____, I am your father."

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Announcement Post! I have deleted all my Yandere Simulator related posts because of the recent new about Yandere Dev. I want you all to know that I don't support him in any way.

I will also be getting to all requests ASAP

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Hihi!! Could I maybe get some Nekomaru x Hajime fluff headcanons? :)

Thank you for requesting! Nekomaru is one of my favorite boys in Danganronpa! I love Hajime commets about things! I hope you enjoy!

Notes: established relationship, non despair au

“You heart is a lot stronger than mine.”

NIDAI X HINATA

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╰┈➤ Nekomaru visits Hajime in his classes a lot.

╰┈➤ Each time he does, he brings him a small snack! Very healthy though. It ranges from carrots to apples.

╰┈➤ Hajime tries not to show much emotion for his affection infront of others. He wouldn’t want to be teased.

╰┈➤ Nekomaru is always throwing health tips to Hinata. To anyone surprise, he actually takes it.

╰┈➤ Nidai picks Hajime up in his arms and kisses him often. Hinata almost never putting up a fight.

╰┈➤ Despite Hajime not being a fan of PDA, he wouldn’t mind a peck in the halls or in an empty classroom.

╰┈➤ Nekomaru finds almost anything Hajime says funny. Even when he’s not trying to be.

╰┈➤ “Little buddy!” “Please do not call me that.”

╰┈➤ Nekomaru tries his best not to show any physical weakness around Hajime. He doesn’t want him to find out about his health conditions.

╰┈➤ Nekomaru has tried getting Hajime to work out more, doesn’t work but it’s the thought that counts!

╰┈➤ The class enjoys seeing them together. Hanamura making slick and lewd comments about homosexuality.

╰┈➤ Hajime invites Nekomaru to do a lot of things like going to arcades, walking in the park, going to carnivals.

╰┈➤ Nekomaru takes naps with Hajime on his bed simply because it’s bigger.

╰┈➤ Whenever one needs someone, the other will always be there. A blanket? Gotcha. A pencil? I got 20. A hug and kiss goodnight? Yeah, I’ll be right there.

╰┈➤ Nekomaru loves the sound of Hajime’s heartbeat. It sounds so strong and vibrant. It feels so… alive. It calms Nekomaru down from almost anything.